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Bride Submission: Boss's Bitch

Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Domination/submission, Interracial, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

journey of feminism was shattered. Pickerton concurred, "Men will always run the world." "And women will always reluctantly take it up the ass to climb the ladder thinking they can one day be a leader," Bill added. "Good to know," Pickerton said. "I have to go to another meeting, but we should have lunch soon," Bill said. "I have to finish something I started, too," Pickerton replied, his implication obvious to me. They said their goodbyes and Pickerton finished with, "Be sure to consider Ms. Peck for the DA position." "Oh, I consider her all the time," Bill retorted, his tone implying he saw me more as an ass to fuck than a woman to hire, which pissed me off even as I continued slowly sucking cock. The door closed, Bill rolled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. "Did you learn anything?" "All men are pigs," I replied from my position of humiliation under his desk. "Oink," he shrugged, before ordering, "come bend over my desk I only have a few minutes." I crawled out from under his desk, thankful to be off my knees, and asked, "Do you guys always talk about women as pieces of meat?" "Not always," he replied, before adding, "but you need to understand regardless of the Order of Syndom men still run things." "It doesn't have to be that way," I protested, as I stood up, knees sore, frustrated at the chauvinistic reality...even after all I learned and submitted to yesterday. "Bend over the desk, Ms. Peck," he ordered, his tone firm, ignoring my soap box protest. I sighed. ... After yesterday, I had learned that resistance to the hierarchy is futile, plus undeniably my cunt was wet at the thought of his big black cock inside me. So instead of continuing to protest, I obeyed, frustrated at my weakness, frustrated by my predicament, frustrated at the reality that my determined existence was a facade and yet I was eager to feel his cock in me. "Good girl," he purred, which added to my shame of obedience. He flipped up my dress and said approvingly, "Thigh highs, very nice." "Thank you sir," I nodded, as his hands squeezed my ass. "But," he said, his tone shifting to disappointment, "an Order of Syndom slut doesn't wear panties." "Sorry, sir,” I apologized, not wanting to be punished. He pressed the intercom on his desk, "Mrs. Patterson, could you please bring me some scissors." He sat back in his chair as I remained bent over his desk waiting for further humiliation knowing that his bitch of a secretary would soon see me in a very unprofessional position. He asked, "Do you want Bill's job?" "Yes," I admitted, the conversation of my career strange considering the situation. "He will have the most say in his replacement," he continued. "So I should offer up my ass?" I asked, not even sarcastically like my mind was thinking, but slutty like I already understood that it was the way to climb the political ladder. "It definitely wouldn't hurt," he agreed, just as Mrs. Patterson entered. I looked at her and she smiled a knowing smile. Mr. Pickerton ordered, ...