My Boss Begins Bullying Me And My Girlfriend

I slept really well, except for the waking up hard to jack off to the video of my Boss slamming into my girlfriend again and cumming in the toilet again, to have again one of the biggest sexiest orgasms of my life.

I'm fucked.

I see my Cindy, so fucking sexy in her tight pink crop top and tiny white panties, lying next to me in bed and all I can think of is the sound. The sound of him slapping his cock inside of her and the sound of his balls clapping against her ass and the sound of her moans and surprised gasps as he fucks her for a job and keeps somehow finding new surprises of speed and angle and depth to fuck her with.

I can't keep thinking about it because I'm already getting hard again.

Fuck.

I go into work early to make sure I don't get fired, getting into the office before 9 and then get to my desk.

It's not 10 minutes before I feel a hand on my shoulder and a squeeze. Then it hurts.

"You're on time. That's good, . But you don't notice a problem here?"

I suppress anger and turn to look at him. He's smirking down at me. I shrug. "What?"

He glares.

He leans in and cocks his head. "No respect...? I will literally leak every fucking video, dock your pay-"

"S- sorry sir."

He squints. "Interesting. I'll take it, sir is acceptable. But what else could you perhaps need to call me, hmm?"

I look up at him. I gulp. "Mister Johnson."

He smiles easily then, pats me on the head. "Good cuck1 Now. To address the issue that still hasn't been rectified, come into my office. And what do we say when our betters give us an order, hmm?"

I grit my teeth. "Yes Mister Johnson..."

I walk into his office and it's empty, so no HR. Not fired yet.

He sits behind his desk and I sit in the seat facing him. He steeples his fingers and leans back, frowning slightly. "Now. What do you think the issue is hmm?"

I shrug. "I honestly don't know. I got here early, uh sir."

He motions a hand out and stands, walking around to lean on the desk. "Cuck. What is your role here?"

I begin to try to find out "Uhh... I mean my job is analysing data and-"

"No." He says. "Not anymore."

I gulp. "S- sorry uh sir."

He nods, crossing his arms. "Now you're getting it. Your job is to please me. This requires pleasing me in all aspects, including getting my preferred worker from your useless fucking household into my office at the same time you get here, if not earlier. Do you think I want to start my day pent up and pissed off? Hmm? Is that good for our productivity? Good for our conference calls, our meetings?"

"No... sir."

"That's right. Sir is right. So. From now on. You bring your girl in on time - which is early. And you bring her looking good, in proper attire. And you bring her straight to my office reminding her of any work she forgot before. Ah there she is now."

I look out and Cindy's rushing slightly to her desk, sitting behind and checking a drawer for pens, getting one out and waving to people filing in.

"Don't make me have to repeat myself, cuck. Now. Be a good bitch, go and fetch her, get back to your desk, and shut the fuck up and stay the fuck away from me for the next few hours. If you knock on my door I will dock your next month's wages by half. Good boy."

I grit teeth and stand.

"Boy?" He says.

I stop and turn around.

"What do you say. When your betters give you an order?"

I look him in the eye. Not really defiance at this point. Just annoyed. "Thank you Sir."

He glares and slowly walks towards me. He towers. "And the proper one to try it out? The one that's actually showing respect?"

I gulp. "Thank you. For giving me an order. Uhh... Mister Johnson."

He smiles again. "Good! Now fuck off."

I stand and then walk out as he gets back to his desk.

I go to Cindy and she beams at me, getting up and going to give a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She glances around and gives a lot of small kisses until I'm smiling and she hugs and lets go. "Love you baby!" She says.

I smile. "L- love you too baby. Uhh Mister uh- Mister Johnson said he needs you in his office for- well I don't know what but probably some Secretary stuff." I smile weakly.

She glances at the room window and then back to me. She thinks hard. "Oh! Okay. Hmm. Wonder what that could be. Maybe I... I dunno I hope I've been answering the phones quick enough."

She is so dumb it makes my heart hurt. I smile and falter and then walk to my desk. "Bye baby. I uh I love you."

She beams. "Love you too babykins!" She kisses my cheeks and then brushes herself down, walking to the room and opening the door. "Hello Mister Johnson! I heard you needed me?"

"That's right Cindy. Be a good girl and close the door now, would you?"

"O- okay..." She says, closing it.

I focus on work.

I can't hear any yells or moans of her pleasure so that's... good. Probably. I have no idea what he's intending but it's almost certainly not good.

Images flash through my mind before my phone vibrates. I glance around and gulp, before seeing.

Of course it's from him. Calling,, not texting. I pick it up and put it to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hello what you disrespectful fucking cuck."

I gulp. "H- hello umm... Mister Johnson."

He laughs. "Good cuck. So well trained all of a sudden. I just thought it was important that just for now we get a little lesson going. Come into my office. Do not talk. If you talk you're fired. If you intervene, you're fired."

"O.. okay." I gulp. "Yes sir ah Mister Johnson sir."

I walk in and quickly shut the door behind me.

I hear sounds.

He's sitting behind his desk, smiling at me, with his shirt and jacket on, but I hear these sounds.

"Take a seat. Remember what I told you. No need to talk I'll be the one doing the talking for this meeting."

I nod. I sit.

SCHLURP SCHLURP SCHLURP SCHLORP SCHL-

He smiles and grips the desk, breathing just slightly heavily, before cocking his head at me with a knowing look. I glance out and he tuts. "Ah-ah-ah. Look at me. Good boy."

I grip the seat and glare. He smirks. "Your pretty little girlfriend is, right now, blindfolded, with headphones wrapped on her ears and blasting music not so loud as to destroy her - but just enough to drown me out. We can't be too careful. Don't want to fuck up the game now. So. I'm going to be checking in with you about your performance this past month while I get someone actually helping run this fucking company, working hard to help with performance of someone actually fucking getting shit done around here. Sound good? Good."

He opens a file and taps it.

SCHLURP SCHLORP SCHLOCK SCHLAAA-

She chokes a little. He puts a hand down and begins moving it up and down under his desk, smiling.

"You know that you could be volunteering to work later without getting paid overtime right? Say that you don't want paid to do overtime or I fire you."

I grip the chair. "F- F-"

"What was that?" He cups an ear and palms the top of her head, shoving her down and I hear gagging sounds.

I panic.

"I= I- I don't want paid to do overtime any more s- sir. I'll do overtime for free."

"Good cuck."

SCHLURP SCHLURP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP

"Ahhhh and as I see it, you could do with coming in an hour early and getting an early start. Bring her in an hour early. I've already told someone to open the back door at that hour so you can come in and bring her in there. She'll be tending to me whenever I require. You're going to keep up the act even if you hear her from the other side of the office. Because your girl is a dumb, stupid, moronic little fucking bimbo doll and she literally does not understand that when I fuck women and everybody hears it, that she isn't the only one to do so. She asked me about playing porn or an echo recently after I fucked that other Secretary whore from the floor under us. Can you believe that? Can you believe how fucking stupid a person can be?"

SCHLurP SCHLURP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP

"GODDAMN does she suck though!" He laughs. He starts palming her casually, before slowing down. He casually throats her causing her to gag, smiling at me, before pulling her off. She sucks again. "Be a good bitch and tell me just exactly how good you want her to suck on this big black cock, cuck. Use your own words. I like initiative."

I sit for a long time. I finally, finally breathe. "I... want her to s- suck on your umm... b- big black cock as good as she can. Sir."

"A hard worker? You want her to be a hard worker don't you?"

"Y- yes sir."

He smiles. "Good cuck. Back to your desk. Oh! Hold on now. Stay there a second." I'm stood and halfway to the door when he moves a hand to begin palming her head down, before finally roaring an orgasm and moaning. "Good bitch. Goddamn I just cum so fucking much I don't know how it doesn't drag my down to have that cum in my balls nawmsayin? Anyway."

SPANK

He smiles at me and winks. "Back to work cuck. I'll have her back soon. If anyone asks tell them not to disturb me, there's a good cuck."

I get out and stare blankly. I'm automatically mentioning to people the boss doesn't want to be disturbed he's busy, some people get the message and wink, before walking around. I never thought about when he fucked women beyond just it was some weird unsaid thing that helped morale, since we are the highest performing branch of the company. Now I wonder why. The hardest working, right.

I work and thankfully don't get another phone call, no more annoyances before finally hear noises. Faintly. Now and again.

"AAaaaaahhhh...!"

I glance around but no-one reacts. I'm terrified. If his plan was to now reveal it to everyone, while I'm here sitting... I panic but I just have to ride it out. Just ride it out.

It quiets down, before the occasional-

SPANK

"AAAHHH! Yes Sir Mister Johnson!"

But I look around and no-one reacts. If it was louder people might smirk and wait by to see the girl that'd come out but no-one does. He's literally toying with me, fucking her making her moan just so I can hear and then quieting, controlling my girl with big dick and slowing her down.

Finally after the occasional moan-

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-

It's a very obvious smack of fucking over and over and over and over, and finally it's loud enough people turn around, but smirk and get back to work.

Finally some plaps and moans come through and it's her voice. My blood freezes as I panic if anyone recognises it. So far no-one turns around but-

"Y- YES! YES SIR! YES SIR Mister Johnson you are such a BULLY! PLEASE cum inside my tight cheating white girlfriend pussy Mister Johnson!"

Before finally hearing a roar. And then slowly moaning. After a while, finally silence and then after some silence, the door opens.

Cindy walks out, her button-up shirt a mess and pushing it into her tight black pencil skirt, zipping it up at the top and glancing at me. She clears her throat. "H- hey baby! Just uh had to uh help the boss with- with something. Y- you were right. Secretary stuff!"

She goes and kisses me on the cheek, and bounces back to her seat. She sighs out and her body quakes a little shivering something down, before composing herself and typing.

I sigh.

I feel a buzz and check my phone. This time it's a text.

What do we say to men who are harder than us?

I gulp and feel my cock twitch. I put a fist against my desk and type back. He's good.

Thank you sir.

His reply takes exactly as long to type with no extra:

No. This time properly. You know you must address me one way. The way I like. You have to thank me in full. For what. Use your own words and speak in full.

I groan and then type.

Thank you Mister Johnson for being a harder worker than me who's better than me with a bigger cock than me for making my girlfriend your Secretary and making her suck you off. Thank you for putting me in my place and being a bigger better man than me Mister Johnson.

After just a moment, he replies.

You didn't say the bullying.

My blood runs hot. I gulp.

You didn't say thank you for the bullying I did. Not now, when I bullied your relationship with my big, black, BBC big bully cock shoved 8 inches inside of your pathetically cumming girlfriend's tiny pink white girl cheating pussy. Not before when I told you off and you enjoyed it. Not before that when you fucked up my life by being such a fucking bitch boy beta you made me want to throw up in my mouth seeing you every day. Now. Be a good boy, and thank me for bullying you every which way you remember.

Or you.

Are.

Fired.

I'm hard. I'm hard now.

Yes sir I'm sorry sir Mister Johnson. I am sorry for not thanking you for bullying me. I'm sorry for not thanking you for bullying me back in school hen you beat me up and stole my money from my pocket, and called me names and hurting me in front of the girls I liked. I'm sorry for not introducing my girlfriend to you earlier, so that you could fuck her better than I could with your bigger, better cock and body. I'm sorry for not thanking you for bullying my girlfriend, and bullying me all those years and bullying our relationship. Thank you for bullying me sir. Thank you for bullying me Mister Johnson.

He replied.

Good boy. Now go jerk off in the toilet, film it and send it to me before the end of the day, or you're fired. That'll be your break time too, so it'll cut into it. The faster you go the more time you get to consider how bet to start taking this new role seriously, and helping your girlfriend take it seriously as well. Be subtle, but do it. It's literally more important than your entire fucking life that my cock is happy. One of these days I will have you kneeling at my feet thanking me for having a bigger cock than you. And I'm either going to slap you in the face with it or fuck your girlfriend over you until I cum and it splatters your worthless cuck face to finally rub in how fucking uselessly pathetically cucky you really are. Thank me for it.

I buckled over from hardness and typed fast.

Yes sir. Thank you for slapping me in the face with your cock or fucking my girlfriend over my face until you cum and it splatters on my worthless cuck face too rub in how uselessly pathetically cucky I really am Mister Johnson.

He replied instantly.

Good boy. Now go and cum in the toilet. Your break started 3 minutes ago. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...

I ran as fast and casually as I could.