Ashley learns to be on time

After the initial outburst, Mr. Laning remained silent for several seconds.
I knew he was watching me, but I couldn't bring my eyes on him. After all, he was right: according to the rules, we should always be ready for a call and I should have probably brought my beeper inside the shower cabin. But who does that?

Suddenly, he slowly moved just in front of me. He was of an average height, but his powerful buid and wide shoulders along with his brown tanned skin really contrasted with my little frame and fair complexion.
I still couldn't make eye contact with him, so I stood there looking at his chest. He had a white plain t-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms.

"Let's start with this" He said, whilist placing one hand on my my shoulder and pushing down.
Here we are again. I wondered how many of this things I'd have had to endure, before the end of the day.

I sank to my knees and dutifully started to lower his pants along with his boxers.
"Just lick it all over. Then, young lady, you will learn what you get for being late at work"

He was hard already, as it usually happened here. As I carried out my task, it seemed like the only sounds in the room were the ones produced by my constant licking.

After a while, he grabbed a good portion of my hair with his big hand and tilted my head back a little.
"Open up"
I did as he asked and he slowly shoved his cock past my lips and all the way to my throat. I gagged a little but he soon withdrew and pulled my hair to make me stand up.
"That's enough, now go to that table"

His room was a lot bigger than the others, with additional furniture and a private bathroom. I got back to my feet and walked to the table, waiting for him.
"Now turn around"
As soon as I turned around, he went behind me and started tugging my yoga pants down. Sighing and resigning myself to what was about to happen I bent down on the table by my own initiative, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back up.
"Stand. And take off that shirt"
As I took off my top scrub, he finished bringing my yoga pants down to my ankles. Then he did something I was not expecting.
"You don't need this, with your small tits", and tugging my sleeveless bra with both his hands he tore it off me.
"Wait, please don't.." I tried to protest, but he wasn't finished.
"..and you won't need this either, today"
I felt his hands grab the left and then the right side of my thong, and before I realized what he was doing he'd ripped off my thong as well. Then I saw his hand trow them out of the window.
I still didn't believe it "what..NO! Sir you can't do th"
Before I finished my sentence he pushed me on my back and **** me to bend down again. "This is what you get for being late. And now..." He said, as I felt his hard cock at my pussy entrance.

I whined a little and put my elbows on the table waiting for what was about to come, as I felt his hands grab my hips.
"Owhhhhhhhh..." He **** himself all the way in in one smooth and fast motion, and all I could do was to let out a loud groan and arch my back.
Strangely, It didn't hurt. For as much as I hated it, his rough treatment and the anticipation for the inevitable had me all wet and ready down there.
He slowly withdrew himself, then pushed into me again the same way as before.
He kept doing that, grunting with each thrust, each thrust more powerful than the previous one.

I stood there wide eyed taking his meat, trying to endure it.
"Ugh don't.. Ugh.. Don't be so rough.. Ah!"
"You complain too much little girl"
"Please just slo.. Ah! Slow down a bit Sir"
"I will do as I please, darling"
As he said that I felt the grip on my hips tighten, and his thrusts became quicker and more uniform.

He kept ramming his cock into me for a while, and I couldn't help but start moaning a little, with my head hanging between my shouders.
Then his thrusts became shorter and increasingly faster, and could feel my orgasm building up..
"Ohhh God.. nottssso.. ffaast" I muttered, bringing my head up and holding myself on the table.
I had never been fucked that fast in my life, and I was resting there with my mouth agape waiting for my orgasm to inevitably come. When he managed to grab my hair with one hand and pull them back, keeping fucking me in the process, I couldn't bear it any longer. I arched my back letting out a groan through my gritted teeth and clenched my pussy on his dick.

When he let my hair free I collapsed on the table breathing heavily, still milking his cock in the aftermath of my orgasm.
He amost stopped moving but kept himself inside me. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, for coming onto my dick like that? You are a little slut, aren't you?"
I didn't know what to answer him so I remained silent, still catching my breath.

"Now I'll show you what little sluts deserve, come here" he said, before lifting me up and shoving me to my knees in front of him. I let him handle me putting up no resistance at all, then I looked up and saw him quickly jerking off, his dick glistening with my juices.
"Open up" he said, breathing heavily.
I obliged, and after a few seconds I hear him grunting above me while globs of his cum hit me on my forehead, on my cheeks, and inside my mouth.
"Ahhhh, that's better" He said looking down at me, as I finally saw him smiling. "Now clean me up"
I did what he asked and gulped down what remained of his seed inside my mouth. When I was finished and he pulled his pants up, I searched for a way to clean myself.
"Can I use your bathroom, Mr. Laning?"
He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then trew one of his white mini towels at me. "There, use this. Bad girls that shows up late can't use the bathroom" The bastard was smiling at me again.
"Clean yourself up then get out, I have things to do"
I tried to clean myself the best I could, probably messing up my makeup, then I got up and suddenly remembered I was now without my bra and my thong. Shit.

As my mood got lower and lower, I started dressing up. For as much as I tried to maintain a decent look, it was all useless: my clothes were too skin-tight: I had my nipples clearly showing and who knows what else down there. I needed to get a change fast.

Cursing my job again, I got out of the 106.