Unlucky Boss

"Hey, repeat this report." while slaming few papers into my desk. That bitch name is Reiko. She's got these huge tits that bounce with every command she barks at me. I've had it with her shit. It's like she thinks her big boobs give her the right to treat me like some kind of fucking office bitch. But I'm not going to let her get away with it anymore.

"Got scolded again ?." say another employee beside me while give me a cup of coffee. His name is Tom, He's one of the few people here who doesn't kiss Reiko's ass. I nodded, gritting my teeth. "That's the fifth time this week. She's got to be the most demanding boss we've ever had."

"You know what?" I leaned closer to him, my voice low. "I've had enough. We need to teach her a lesson she'll never forget." A smirk spread across Tom's face. He knew what I was getting at. Reiko had been pushing everyone's buttons for too long, and we were ready to push back.

"Well, let me in then," Tom smirked, setting down his coffee. "What's the plan?"

I holding my chin using my hand, until the idea show up. "Remember office dinner tomorrow ?." I whispered to Tom. He nodded, his eyes glinted with understanding. "Perfect. We're going to make sure she gets more than just a slice of humble pie."

"Call anybody who want to see this," I whispered to Tom, my voice filled with excitement and spite. He nodded eagerly, knowing that the office dinner tomorrow was going to be anything but ordinary. We had a plan to bring Reiko down a peg or two, and everyone who had ever felt her wrath was going to want a front-row seat.

Tom and I spent the rest of the day crafting our scheme. We decided to spike her drink with a potent aphrodisiac we'd found online. It was supposed to make her uncontrollably horny and submissive. We figured it'd be the perfect way to get her to finally appreciate what it's like to be on the receiving end of some unwanted attention.

The night and time is come, in the nearby restaurant, the atmosphere was tense, filled with whispers and glances towards Reiko. She sat at the head of the table, her ample cleavage on display, seemingly oblivious to the plot unfolding around her. I took a deep breath, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was it, the moment we had been waiting for.

"Here you go boss, enjoy yourself." while pour a beer to her glass, I couldn't help but smirk as I slipped the aphrodisiac into her drink. Reiko took a sip, her eyes narrowed slightly at the unusual taste, but she shrugged it off, assuming it was some fancy new brand the company had picked up for the dinner. She downed the drink, her full lips leaving a seductive ring of condensation on the glass.

As the night progressed, the potent cocktail began to take effect. Reiko's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes took on a glazed look. She squirmed in her seat, her nipples visibly hardening against the fabric of her blouse. The room grew warmer, the tension thick as everyone waited for the moment we had all been anticipating.

Tom leaned over to me, a smug grin on his face. "It's working," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her. "Look at her, she can't even keep still." I nodded, my own arousal growing as I watched her fidgeting. We had all suffered under her iron fist, and now it was time for the tables to turn.

"Prepare the car, let's bring her to the hotel." whisper to him. His grin widened as he nodded, the plan unfolding like a dark, twisted fantasy. We had rented a suite at a nearby hotel, where we would enact our sweet ****. As the dinner dragged on, Reiko's behavior grew more erratic. She giggled at inappropriate times, her speech slurred as she tried to maintain her usual commanding demeanor. Her eyes darted around the room, seeking relief from the growing pressure between her legs.

The employees watched with a mix of excitement and apprehension as we helped a visibly struggling Reiko to her feet. "You okay, boss?" I asked, feigning concern. She nodded, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated. The aphrodisiac had her in its grasp, and she could no longer hide her **** need for release.

Once in the car, the real fun began. Tom took the wheel, driving smoothly through the dark streets, while I sat next to Reiko, her body trembling with desire. "You're not feeling well?" I whispered into her ear, my breath hot against her neck. She moaned softly, her hand moving to rest on my thigh. I felt the heat from her palm sear through the fabric of my pants, and I knew she was ours.

The hotel suite was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. We guided her to the plush king-sized bed, her legs wobbly and unsteady. She looked up at us with pleading eyes, her arousal now palpable. "Wh-what's happening?" she slurred, her voice a breathy whisper.

"You're going to get what you deserve," Tom said, his voice low and full of malice. He grabbed the hem of her skirt, yanking it up to expose her lacy black thong. Reiko gasped, trying to fight us off, but the aphrodisiac had her too far gone. Her body betrayed her, responding to our touches with unbridled need.

"Come in gentlemen." while I open the door and let another few employee coming in, their eyes widened at the sight of Reiko. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out, leaving her sprawled across the bed. Her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing her large, heaving breasts. The aphrodisiac had her panties soaked through, the scent of her arousal filling the room.

"Well as you can see gentlemen, this bitch is all yours to use tonight." I announced, a wicked smile playing on my lips. Reiko's eyes widened in horror as the group of employees circled the bed, lust etched on their faces. The aphrodisiac had done its job, reducing her to a quivering mess of desire and fear.

"Enjoy yourself gentlemen, creampied her." i said while close the door behind them. The sound of their eager footsteps and ragged breaths grew closer as they approached the bed. Reiko's eyes rolled back in her head as the first set of hands grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide. She was powerless to resist, the **** coursing through her veins like liquid fire.

Tom was the first to act. He leaned in, his mouth watering as he ripped off her panties, exposing her glistening pussy to the room. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal before he dove in, his tongue flicking and lapping at her clit with a ferocity that made her body arch off the bed. She moaned, a sound that was equal parts pleasure and despair.

The other employees didn't waste any time either. One began to massage her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples until she was whimpering. Another knelt beside Tom, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements as he took his turn tasting her sweetness. Her body responded to them, even though her mind screamed for it to stop. The aphrodisiac had her in its thrall, her body craving the attention it had never known it needed.

I watched, stroking my cock through my pants as the scene unfolded before me. The power dynamics of the office had shifted dramatically, and Reiko was now the one at the mercy of her employees. Her arrogance and cruelty had led her here, to this moment of ultimate humiliation. The sight of her, writhing and begging for more, was the sweetest form of retribution.

Her moans grew louder, more ****, as the men took turns ravaging her. They were merciless, using her body for their own pleasure without a second thought for her dignity. And all the while, she was incapable of resisting, the **** turning her into a mindless sex toy for their amusement.

As the night went on, the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises of penetration filled the room. Reiko's once confident facade had crumbled, revealing the **** whore beneath. Her legs were spread so wide that she could feel the cool air of the room against her inner thighs, a stark contrast to the heat building between her legs.

Tom looked up at me, his face a mask of lust. "Your turn," he grunted, moving aside to let me take his place between her legs. I didn't hesitate, pushing my cock into her soaking wet pussy without a second thought. She was so tight, so warm, and she felt incredible.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. But it was too late for regrets. She had brought this upon herself, and now she would pay the price. As I thrust into her, her eyes rolled back again, and she screamed out in climax, her body shaking with the **** of it.

The night was long, and we didn't hold back. We used every part of her, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. By the time we were done, she was a wreck, her body bruised and used, her mind a haze of lust and submission.

As we left her there, sprawled on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. The boss who had once ruled with an iron fist was now nothing more than a well-fucked slut, a shell of her former self. And the best part was, she would never forget this night. The memory of her humiliation would stick with her, a constant reminder of the power we held over her.

The next day at the office, Reiko walked in with a newfound sense of hesitation. Her eyes were downcast, her usual swagger gone. The employees looked at her with knowing smiles, their gazes lingering on the bruises she had tried so hard to hide.

As she took her seat at the desk, she knew that things had changed. The power had shifted, and she was no longer the one in control. The office had become a place of fear and desire, and she was the one who had to live with the consequences of her actions.

The whispers and glances followed her everywhere, a constant reminder of her degradation. And every time she looked at Tom or me, she saw the same smug expression, the same knowing look in our eyes. She was ours now, our little plaything to use whenever we wanted. The office dynamics had shifted, and she was at the mercy of those she had once belittled.

Reiko tried to regain control, to put on a brave face, but it was clear she was rattled. Her sharp tongue was replaced by a timid stutter, her confidence shattered. Every time she looked at the clock, she knew the nightmare could repeat. We had her right where we wanted her, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Days turned into weeks, and the thrill of our newfound power only grew stronger. We'd find new ways to torment her, to push her further, to make her beg for more. It was a delicious cycle of humiliation and pleasure that we reveled in. Her body was our canvas, and we painted it with our lust.

One day, she approached me, her voice trembling. "Please, I'll do anything," she whispered. "Just stop." I looked her up and down, savoring the desperation in her eyes. "Oh, I don't think we're done yet," I said with a wink. "But maybe we can come to an understanding." And just like that, a new chapter in our twisted relationship began. Reiko had become the office slut, and she knew it. She'd do anything to keep her job and her secret from leaking.

Her desperation grew with each passing day, her pride shattering into a million pieces. She'd come to work in the skimpiest outfits, hoping to curry favor, to avoid the next round of torment. But it only made things worse, feeding our desire for her.

Tom and I would share her after work, sometimes with the others, sometimes just us. We'd take her to the supply closet or the rooftop, wherever the mood struck us. She'd come back to her desk the next day, her makeup smeared, her clothes disheveled, her pussy still aching from the night before.

We'd watch her struggle through the day, knowing that she was thinking about us, about what we'd do to her next. We had her so wound up that she couldn't even sit down without wincing.` The thought of her suffering, of her craving us, was intoxicating.

Our little game had become an obsession, and we were in it for the long haul. Reiko had been brought down from her throne, and we were the ones holding the whip. And as much as she hated it, she couldn't help but crave the attention. Her body had been rewired to respond to us, to our touch, to our commands.

We had her right where we wanted her, and there was no going back. This was our office now, our playground, and she was the star attraction. And every time she looked at us, she knew it. Her hatred and arousal were a potent cocktail that only we could mix.

As the months passed, she became more and more dependent on us. She'd come to expect it, almost crave it. And when we did finally decide to give her a break, she'd beg for more. It was a cycle of power and submission that had us all in its thrall.

But we never forgot the original plan. We had taken her body, but we hadn't broken her spirit. Not yet. And so, we continued, pushing her further, seeing how much she could take before she truly snapped. And all the while, she held[ onto her job, her dignity hanging by a thread.

The tension in the office was palpable, a constant reminder of the power struggle that played out behind closed doors. But we didn't care. We had won, and she was our prize. We'd make sure she knew it every single day.

And as the seasons changed, so too did our games. We'd invite clients, make her perform for them. We'd set her up with impossible tasks, knowing she'd fail, just so we could have our fun. Reiko was ours, and she'd never be the same again.