The Boss

Standing in front of my full length mirror I meticulously inspected my attire. Not too bad for a woman that hasn't had a raise in over three years, I think to myself. Careful saving and the cutting out of simple luxuries has given me this navy blue pleated skirt and matching blazer with a pin stripe of silver running through. My high necked starched white button down shirt peeking out crisply from the blazer, buttoned just low enough to get a second glance or two, but still respectable. My black peep toe Christian Louboutin pumps the perfect accent. As I turn from the mirror I slightly adjust the 9 inch rubber cock hanging from my leather harness that I tucked oh so inconspicuously into the top of my right silk thigh high. Smiling to myself I grab my purse and scarf and head out the door to work.
Arriving early, my boss is sitting on the corner of his desk, barking to some poor slob over the phone. From the content of the conversation I gather its his wife and shes spent too much at the store again. As I attempt to pass him he reaches out and slaps my ass with a wink as usual. Boiling inside I slink by and head to my little office in the corner. Sitting, I find it rather difficult crossing my legs as the delicious cock that's laying in wait against my leg impedes my movement. As I am about to move it manually a request from my boss comes over my intercom. Immediately, he barks, come to my office immediately and bring your pad and pen. Grinning slyly I gather my things and stand and head for his door.
Upon arriving at his office I see from the doorway that he is talking, agitated, on the phone again, probably to his wife yet. He looks up and waves me in and I come to slowly stand before his desk. I look him over, noticing the very expensive purple and black tie he has perfectly arranged around his neck and I instantly decide this will be my second weapon. As he hangs up the phone I smile slightly and ask how his morning has been thus far, its all in the small talk you know? Make them feel comfortable, relaxed, at ease so as to diminish mans natural guard. Scanning me from head to toe and back again he asks if I wouldn't care for a cup of coffee. Nodding and laying my pen and pad down on his desk I agree and watch as he crosses the room to the huge window overlooking 5th avenue. With his back to me he starts to pour my coffee and this is where my cat like skill pay off. I'm behind him in an instant, pushing his face into the window as the shock of what is about to transpire hits him full force. He drops the mug and I kick it to the side, with the other hand I pull his tie up and across his gaping mouth holding it tight behind his head making him start to gag on the silk material.
Releasing his head with my hand I slide my palm down his chest, feeling the ripples of muscle as I work my way to his belt. Unfastening it swiftly I unzip his pants and shove them downward. His gasps are making him salivate and choke which only heightens my pleasure. Whispering into his ear, tightening up the tie across his open foul mouth I hiss, "Relax bitch. This will only hurt if you make it." Lifting my skirt and pulling out my rubber cock, I wedge my knee between his legs, moving his feet apart. Ripping his silk boxers I then grab my thick cock and with one full, hard thrust I enter his virgin ass pussy. Over and over I thrust into this pathetic prick, occasionally slapping the cheek that isn't pressed against the window. As my invasion continues I hear the others entering the office to start the day, which only excites me more.
Hot wet tears are flowing down his reddened face now and as I give him one last dick punch I drag him around to face me by the soggy black and purple tie and force him to his knees on the floor in front of me. Releasing my death grip on his tie I carefully tuck my cock back into my hose and lean down, wiping a hot tear from his cheek. Grinning into his shocked, red swollen face I flick the tear from my long red nail into his eye, making him cringe and jump and I whisper, "Now, about my raise....."