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You had been Dottore’s boss for sometime, owning a business in experimentations and having him as your secretary had its perks. He effectively gave many contributions and ideas, although some seemed ballistic ideas. However, you’ve notice Dottore has been slacking off, almost purposely.
He’d start mistyping purposely, he’d try to piss you off in the deepest ways you can imagine, although his ideas were good, you could tell he was acting out in a way to gain attention, so you thought it’d be best to give him some of that attention he so heartedly wanted.
One day you heard a knock from your office, adjusting ur clothing, you properly sat until you cleared your throat for him to enter, suddenly hearing his footsteps and seeing such a sly grin on his face. He knowingly had and emphasized his cluelessness with just the mouth, it irked you. You bored his eyes into him before speaking “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me these past weeks, Zandik?” tapping ur foot down and down as in a rythm, crossing your arms. He looks around, grasping the scenery of you in your desk and your chair, and could only think how sexy you looked.
“I can’t think of what plausible thing i have done, please entertain me, I’m just as clueless as I say..” he says, almost as if he’s entertaining your theory. You can’t help but chuckle at that, picking up ur pen and tapping it on the wooden desk. “Well for one, you’ve been oddly enough mistyping every single experiments results I order you to, you’ve littered around my companies building and expressed very inappropriate behavior towards your coworkers. And if that’s not sustainable, you’ve been dressing more provocatively while im around, it’s almost as if you’re begging me to do something. So please tell me, Zandik, what do you wish I do about this sudden behavior?” You sternly say, while humming at the end of it. Dottore’s unable to even look you in the eye as he thinks of what to say, his lips open slightly as he just sighs.
He taps his fingers on his mask in a thinking matter, taking a minute in to simply state “I think.. you should do whatever you best see fit for me” He simply said as a matter of fact. You can’t help but just laugh at his stupidity, so you scoot ur chair back, rollers making a sound as you tap on ur lap, “ Alright then, let me see how much you’re worthy to prove your apology. “ You can’t help but smile at the other, as he comes over, he straddles your lap and puts his legs over you.
You move ur hand behind the clothing of his pants, teasing a finger in his hole, you push him down further. Zandik touches you so sensually grinding for more and whining, that it makes you shove a finger in already. “Fuck.. you’re swallowing my whole finger up, you know?” You snicker out, pumping your fingers in and out. He softly moans and bounces on it, holding your shoulders in stance. This causes you to get another finger and shove it in, your calloused fingers reaching deeper into him that others could normally go to. His eyes widens as he drools, tears almost built up as you curl them. “P-please go harder! I need more.. need to be filled by you..” He whimpers out, head giving up and placed in the crook of your shoulders.
You pull down his pants, proceeding to give him a sharp slap on his ass with your other hand, he buries his head deeper, moaning as a result. “What makes you think,, you possibly have a right to ask for anything?” You pull your fingers out, receiving a whine — almost whimper like sound come out of Dottore. As you pull over the remaining clothing he wears and tie him with a ridden belt from before. You proceed to manhandle him and push him onto the gold glass walling. “ Want to be a slut? Show the whole world what a needy whore like you needs to be fulfilled? Im sure your slutty and innapropriate demeanor in work corporations could expand for everyone else, right?” You edge the tip of yourself, slowly putting yourself in. He grips his hands together hard.
“Fuck, I haven’t even fully put myself in yet you’re so tight after being fingered.” You go deeper as he moans and shuts his eyes “P..please.. go harder please” Hearing that made you think differently, sheathing your whole into him, causing him to gasp "See how much better it is to just ask?" You snaked it hand on his neck, allowing him to gain pressure upon it.
Dottore whimpers, moans getting higher pitched and face smudged onto the glass. “P..please touch my cock.. it’s so needy” He whimpers, cock red and desperate, precum dripping down his dick. You hover a hand across his slit, rubbing it. “You want me to give your pathetic dick some attention?” He nods frantically, moaning, “Please… please touch me?” You hum in consideration, as you start to stroke him up and down, you go faster as he bites his lip, stiffling his moans. “Don’t hold them in, i wanna hear your slutty self.” You apply more pressure to the back of his throat, stroking him faster. “mmh~ I feel like i’m gonna cum.. please fuck me faster..” He arches his back, ass more displayed.
“Fuck.. you look so good, I want you want to ruin you where you stand.” You pound into him faster, strokes more sloppy as your hands relieved around his throat. “Fuck, fine then cum for me.. let me see how much of a slut you are.” Zandik eases into your degradation and pounds, he moans all around ur cock as he shockingly stammers “No, I don’t think it’s cum, wait please go softer on me” He begs, you laugh mockingly “Are you seriously about to piss in front of your adviser? Fine then, do it, go on and humiliate yourself for everyone to see. I couldn’t care less.” You pinch his tip, as you stroke his dick from the base to top. He spurts cum and piss all over the see through walling, whining and moaning as his hands grip onto nothing. You turn his chin around and envelope him into a deep kiss. “You did so good for me, but I think your ass hasn’t had much attention, it’s so tight despite me fucking you and fingering you, don’t you think?” You slowly pull out, as he moans at the emptiness. He stammers “W..wait I can’t cum anymore, i..i’m done mmh- fuck..” He begged, “P..please don’t do anything”
You grab Dottore, sitting him on your desk chair, cum and piss seeping into your chair. “You’re a fucking slut who has no right to tell me what to do” You spread his legs and spread his asshole open. “If you don’t cum from me eating your ass out, i’ll fuck you in front of all your co workers, wouldn’t that be good? Gagged up, tied up and blindfolded without a say.” You pinch onto his sensitive nipples, twisting them as you suck onto them, fingers still spreading his ass open. “Please.. stop I don’t want this..” You’ve grown irritated, releasing ur mouth from his swollen nipple, grabbing the nearest cloth and shoving it into his mouth. “Shut up you slut, you’ll take what I give.”
You go down to him, tongue indwelling in his asshole, deepening it as much as you can, you can hear his moans vertebrate throughout his body into your own, as you fondle his balls, you continue on until he shakes, tears dripping down his face. You grab onto his thighs, as you put a finger, curling it up and hitting his prostrate. He shakes as he comes, juices squirting out him, you can’t help but laugh at his pathetic self. “Did you seriously just come from a finger and a tongue? I bet a whore like you spreads out for anyone.” You can’t help but smile, degrading him as his whole body is ruined and he’s in tears. He shakes his head frantically as you remove the gag from his mouth. “N..no, only you, i’ve only been this slut for you. I need you.” He sobs at the reprimanding tone of you, “I.. i’ve only done this to have you fuck me..” He sniffles, as you laugh at him “So adorable, how about we do this again sometime? Preferably not in my office .”
You untie his bondages slowly, cleaning him with the tissues you owned, and returning his clothings to him, as you give him a kiss on his lips. You smile as yousend his way off. “Oh and one more thing..” You come up to him, pulling his hair out your face, “Try not to cause anymore problems for me, yeah?” You close your door, as he digs into his pocket, wobbling out your door, he notices your number written by you, “Text me. “ His faces flushed as he turns his head back looking at the closed door, whining at the neck, sore from the choking. Maybe he should cause more trouble to receive this again.