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Pure Seduction

LUKE HEMMINGS


I’ve been working under Mr. Hemmings for a year and a half now, and every day I’ve gotten closer and closer to throwing myself off a bridge. He’s the most self-righteous, pompous jerk I’ve ever met in my life. All day I hear the girls in the office gossip and giggle about him and extremely explicit things about what they want him to do to them, and even I have to admit he’s gorgeous and had the whole freshly fucked hair thing down. Too bad when he opens his mouth, every bit of attraction I have towards him disappears. It all started on my first day with him. Of course I wanted him to like me, so I planned on doing a lot of ass kissing. I thought bringing him a cup of coffee would be a good start. Fast forward a few minutes later, I bumped into him getting off the elevator to bring him the coffee and spilled it all over his very expensive suit.

He’s been out to get me ever since, and when I arrived at work today with an email from him sitting in my inbox titled Come to my office. Ihad no idea what to expect. I stood up from my desk instinctively assuming the worse. I knocked on his big wooden office door. “Come in.” I could tell by his tone that he was not happy, and I’m definitely getting fired. I timidly opened the door and stepped into his office. He sat at his desk shuffling thought a file, not bothering to look at me. He wore a charcoal grey suit and a black satin tie.

He pointed to the single chair in front of his desk. I made my way over and sat. “You wanted to see me Mr. Hemmings?” I said hoping maybe he’d change his mind if I presented myself right. “Ms.Y/LN I called you in here because the I.T guys have informed of some suspicious things you’ve been using your company computer for.” He raised an eyebrow at me. I begged a blush not to creep up on my cheeks. I knew exactly what he was talking about. “They alerted me about a month ago, and I’ve told them to send me every thing that goes by your desk.” He picked up the thick Manila folder and flipped through it. “This is a file of all your search history. You’ve been visiting extremely explicit tumblr blogs. There are also some manuscripts of the conversations you’re having daily on a chat room that are sexual in nature. I have this too.” He pulled out a glossy black and white picture of me at my desk with my hand up my skirt and the other on my keyboard. “The security camera picked it up.” He slid it over to me. “Mr. Hemmings I-” I rushed out, but he silenced me. Damn it I knew I should’ve used private browsing. I don’t have wifi at home, it too expensive. I can access wifi at work for free, so why pay for it? It all made an ample amount of sense a month ago.

“I should fire you. You’ve broken pretty much every ethical standard this company has, but that would be too easy.” I gnawed nervously on my lip. I really needed this job. “Stand up, come here.” He pointed directly to his side. I quickly made my way over to him. “I want you to convince me why I could even consider letting you keep your job. With the job market as it is, finding a new job would be extremely difficult.” He told me in a matter-of-fact tone. Basically he was telling me that I had to do what ever he said. His eyes snaked up my body as he reached across his desk and picked up the phone. “Sarah, hold all my calls and cancel all my meetings for the next hour.” He hung the phone up and examined me like a hungry predator. “So do you want to keep your job?” He asked. I of course, nodded. “Good.” He scratched at his stubbly chin. “Unbutton your blouse." "What?” I thought he’d make me organize old files or something. “I said unbutton your blouse.” He repeated with much more bass to his voice. I hesitantly brought my hands up to the top button of my blouse and undid it. He watched closely as the fabric fell from my body. “Very nice, just like that.” He praised. His heated stare practically burned a hole right through me. My teeth sunk back into my lips as I undid the last button and let the cream blouse fall to the floor. I wore a black lace bra underneath. His eyes glazed over the swell of my breast. “Don’t look at the floor look at me.” He ordered. My eyes shot up at him.

“You weren’t nearly this shy while you were getting yourself off under your desk, or when you were looking at those sites. I already know how much a slut you are, there’s no point in hiding how.” He gave me a devilish grin. “But I want to hear you say it.” I immediately shook my head no. He chuckled. “You want to keep your job don’t you, so answer me truthfully.” After I took a moment to rethink my entire life, I gave him a small nod. “Say it.” He commanded. “Say I’m a little slut.” God I hated the world with a passion, but when he said it my body and everything I stood for betrayed me. I was aroused by him and his words. “I’m a little slut.” I said. He smiled in satisfaction. “That’s what I thought.” He clicked his tongue most likely deciding what to do with me next. “Slide your fingers inside your bra and tease your nipples.” A little les reluctantly, I did as he said. I noticed him shifting around in his chair and an erection growing in his dress slacks. “Just like that.” He cooed. I pinched and pulled at my nipples sending firecrackers of pleasure across my body. “Pull the cups down.” Mr.Hemmings instructed. “I wonder if your tits taste as good as they look.” I begged my legs not to tremble. He never made any move to touch me. He just sat back in his chair and watched with his arms crossed over his chest, which drove me up the walls. “Spread your legs.” I parted my legs. “Wider.” My skirt bunched up slightly and stretched over my thighs. “Perfect.” He praised shoving my skirt up. He glanced at me and then back at the security picture. A warm flush crept up my body. “Rub your pussy.” He said in a husky low voice. “Do it now.” I lowered my hand between my legs. I was undoubtedly wet.

Once my hand came in contact with the lace of my panties I almost lost it. The situation was suddenly so arousing to me: me with my bra down and my skirt up almost completely exposed to none other than my asshole boss. I could feel his eyes on me even when my eyes involuntary lidded. “It’s wet isn’t it?” He bit down on his bottom lip awaiting my answer. “Mmm.” Was all I could say. My other hand prodded and probed at my breast. “I think it probably is, Hmm.” He chuckled a little bit. “Clearly you like to touch yourself. I’ve seen the footage. I’ve seen the blogs you look at, the conversations you have. I know exactly what type of woman you are.” He smirked putting hand on my thigh. “That’s it, rub that clit. Rub it right through your panties.” He encouraged. His eyes kept scanning my body. “You do have a fucking nice body.”

He gripped my thighs and moved me so that I sat, legs spread, on his desk directly in front of him. He tugged my panties to the side. “I want to see that pretty pink pussy.” He said still not touching me. “Push your fingers inside.” He whispered. I pushed a single finger inside myself making me gasp. “Mm that’s good.” A moan escaped me. “If you want to keep your job I expect you to make yourself come.” He said in a stern tone. I pushed a second finger inside. “Look at me.” He groaned. “Don’t you fucking look away.” I moaned and groaned around my fingers relishing in the feel of his hand on my thigh and his words. “You’re fucking close, I can tell.” My legs started to clench around my hand, but he jerked them open. “Such a pretty pussy.” My body started shaking and I bit down on my lip to quiet my sounds. I rapidly rubbed at my clit with my other hand. “Fuuck.” I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. Holy shit that was really good. I’ve came pretty fucking hard before, but God just now was nothing I comparison. He grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. “Christ you’re sweet.” He groaned. Like a light switch his demeanor changed. He sat up straighter, cleared his throat, but the tent in his pants didn’t falter one bit. “Put your blouse back on and pull down your skirt, that is all for today.” I slid off his desk and picked up my blouse.

“I expect you at work on time tomorrow. "Yes sir.” I nodded pulling my skirt down. ”You’re dismissed.” I begged my legs not to fail me as I started to make my way across his office. “Oh and if you’re planning on seeing a boyfriend or a lover tonight, you are not to have contact with them. Understood?” I swallowed. I had a date tonight that I was really looking forward too. “Yes Mr.Hemmings." ~ The next day Mr.Hemmings called me into his office once again. This time it was much further into the work day, which meant I had to spend all day paranoid that he’d call me back into his office and tell me that he changed his mind and to pack up my desk. The anticipation ate away at me all day. I arrived to work on time today and stayed on top of all my duties. Maybe yesterday was all he wanted. Maybe I’m free to continue with my job as it was before. Maybe he’s just telling me to get him a donut from the break room. I hated him for doing this to me, but I hated myself more for letting it happen.

Once again I got up from my desk and took the short walk to his office. I lifted my fist to the door and knocked. "Come in.” He called out. I pushed the door open. I noticed the chair in front of his desk was missing. He motioned for me to step further into the room, his eyes trailing up my body. He smiled at me. In the year and a half I’ve been his assistant, I’ve never seen him smile. Mr.Hemmings was more of a smirker. “Go ahead and take off your blouse.” I stopped in my tracks. It’s nerve wracking to hear your boss tell you to strip. Nonetheless, I undid each of the buttons on my navy colored top, untucking it from my skirt and slipping it off my shoulders. “Bring it over here and lay it on the desk.” He watches closely as I walk over to his desk and fold my blouse. His eyes roamed over my chest at the burgundy lace covering my breast. He motioned to the floor to celling glass window overlooking the city. “Go over there and put your hands up on the glass.” He instructed. I went did as he said. The idea of doing god knows what, knowing that anybody could look up and see thrilled me. “Arch your back.” He said. I could hear the wheels of his chair roiling as he stood up and the click of his expensive shoes making their way towards me. I arched my back, making my skirt stretch out over my ass. “Spread your legs.” This command seems to be a favorite of his. I finally felt his presence behind me. His warm hand snaked down my back to my backside squeezed firmly making me arch even more. “Hm that is one hot piece of ass.” I tried not to laugh at that silly comment. His hands slid down further to the hem of my skirt and pushed it up slowly over my thighs. He popped the lace top of my stockings against my skin. His fingers spread over each of my ass cheeks squeezing one last time. His mouth met my ear. “You haven’t been a very good girl lately, going on all those inappropriate sites on company time. I think you deserve a spanking.” He whispered hotly down my neck running a hand over my ass before administering the first smack. My body shook. Why did that feel good? Why am I aroused? He just hit me, but I wanted him to do it again. Sure enough he followed through. “Keep your hands on the glass.” He slid his hand down between my legs. His fingers brushed over my panties feeling the wetness and the heat. I gasped and pushed into his hand. He teasingly rubbed me and my body reacted accordingly. My hips rolled and rocked into his hand trying to take all I could get. “I think somebody’s wet.” His lips brushed over my ear. “I think somebody likes this.” Suddenly he took his hand away and placed another hard slap on my backside making me shriek.
He hooked his fingers on my panties and pulled them down over my ass. He began sliding his fingers back and forth over my slickness. I moaned and hopped that he’d just push them inside already. As if he read my mind, he pushed them in. His fingers felt absolutely delightful in my pussy. He curled them inside, revving me up for more. He pumped them in and out of me. My arousal kept them slick and sliding in and out with ease. “Mm this pussy might just kept you your job for a very very long time.” He cooed as I writhed and convulsed on his fingers. It felt so fucking good. His fingers increased speed as I rolled my hips in them. “Are you gonna come on my fingers little slut?” He asked. I answered with a moan.
He reached forward with his other hand and grabbed one of mine and brought it back setting on his erection. “Take out my cock.” I blindly undid his pants as instructed. Without any questions I stroked him in my hand slowly to tease him. I ran my thumb over his tip. “Oh fuck.” He groaned. His fingers pounded in and out of me, but I kept my slow steady pace. I gave his cock a firm squeeze as I reached my climax. “Oh fuuck.” He groaned heightening the power of my orgasm. He retrieved his soaking fingers and shoved them in my mouth. “Mm clean my fingers off.” He growled turning me around. I released his fingers with a pop. “Now I want to see how well you can suck my cock.” I instantly slid down the glass to my knees. “Show me just how well of a little cocksucker you can be. You’re going to suck my cock, make me come, and swallow every last drop of you wanna keep your job.” He added. I didn’t hesitation to take him in my mouth. His hands immediately tangled in my hair and pushed me further down his shaft. “Fuck yeah, just like that.” I toyed with his tip. I twirled my tongue around his shaft as I took it back in my mouth. “Oh god.” He groaned. “You fucking know what you’re doing little slut.” I licked straight up his shaft and sucked on his tip again. I let my teeth graze his cock as I took him back down. “Oh fuck.” His fingers yanked the hell out of my hair. I bobbed my head up and down keeping my eyes on him. A bit of precum dripped down my chin. “That’s it thats it, fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good.” He groans. I kept my tongue on the underside of his shaft as I sucked him. I reached up and cupped his balls in my hands. His breaths became spastic and needy. “Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.” His moans and groans made me even more hot and bothered than I already was. I reached down between my legs and rubbed myself. I moaned around him. “Are you touching your fucking pussy?” He growled gripping the back of my head and thrusting inside my mouth. I moaned in response. “Right there, right fucking there.” My head rested against the window as he fucked my mouth. I almost craved his release. I felt like I earned it. With one last thrust he erupted inside my mouth. The groan he made when he came will go down as the hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and tucked it away back into his pants. He watched as I licked the last few drops off my lips and smiled at me. “Good girl.” He helped me up and smoothed out my hair and my skirt. “Back to work now.”

~ A couple days have passed since I was on my knees for Mr.Hemmimgs. I figured maybe that was the end, and now I can go back to business as usual. That’s how it’s been for the past few days, he tells me what to do and I do it. Plain and simple. I have to admit I’ve gotten off quite a bit to reimaginings of our office escapades. I couldn’t help it it’s the only thing I can seem to think about now. I’ll get over it though. Suddenly the phone rang. It startled me because nowadays everyone says what they need to say over email. The phones are mostly there for safety purposes. I picked it up. “Luke Hemmings office, how may I assist you.” I answered cheerfully. “Good morning Ms.Y/LN glad you could make it on time this morning.” Mr.Hemmings greeted. I bit down on my lip trying to figure out why he would call me. “If you keep up your cooperation, you get to keep your job." "Thank you Mr.Hemmings." "Turn your chair away from the hall, look up.” I spotted the infamous security camera that ratted me out. “I’m watching you from the feed.” He told me. I waved making him chuckle. “I want you to spread your legs." "But Mr.Hemmings anyone can walk by.” I pleaded. “I don’t give a fuck, spread your legs.” I looked up at the camera and parted my thighs. “Now pull up your dress for me.” I hiked the tight fabric up my thighs. “Touch your pussy.” I lowered my free hand. “Cute panties.”

I could feel his smirk. “Are they wet?" "Yes.” I gasped at the feel of my fingers. “Let me see your fingers rubbing over those wet panties.” I leaned back. “Perfect.” He watched for a few moments and listened to my sounds. “Now take them off." "Mr.Hemmings.” I said in a wary tone. “Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Panties.” He repeated. I slid the lace down my legs without another word. “That’s better, spread your legs again.” He groaned in approval. “Rub your clit and put a finger inside that tight little pussy for me.” I’ve gathered that Mr.Hemmings is a bit of a voyeurist. He gets off more on watching the act, rather than doing the act. I did what he asked. My teeth suck down in my lip so I wouldn’t moan too loud. “Ah yes that’s it. Look at the camera.” I was a little too reluctant to look for Mr. Hemmings liking. “Look at the fucking camera.” He growled. I’ve also gathered that he likes to have your eyes at all times. “You’re trying so hard not to moan right now, it’s feels good doesn’t it?" "Mmhmm.” I moaned. “Yeah keep working those fingers little slut, but I don’t want you to come just yet. I just want you to tease yourself. Get yourself close.” God his mouth, it’s so filthy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Meet me at the elevator in two minutes, leave your panties on your chair.” He hung up the phone and I rushed to get to the elevator. I got there first so I assumed he took the long way. As soon as the elevator dinged Mr. Hemmings came around the corner. The doors parted and he shoved me in. He hit the button for the top floor and pressed the stop button half way there. He gave me a knowing look. His hand reached out and his fingers wrapped around my neck making me gasp. He backwards walked me into the side of the elevator and shoved my dress up my hips. “Be a good little fucktoy for me.” He growled. My eyes widened trying to meet the lustful intensity of his. “Pull my cock out.” He ordered. My hands found his crotch and unbuckled his dress slacks. As soon as I set him free he pinned me back against the side, and lifted me up. Our crotches were perfectly in line. He could fill me up with one single thrust, but he grazed his tip over my slit. I let out a long groan. “Nice and wet, just how I wanted you.” He chuckled slamming inside me. ”Ooh fuuck.” We groaned at the same time. His nails dug into the backs of my thighs as he thrusted deep and hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck as leverage. “You feel so fucking good around my cock.” He growled into my neck. It was so raw and wrong, but yet something so wrong wouldn’t feel this good, right? Now I know that’s all bullshit, but that’s what I’m going to tell myself right now in order to shut my brain up. I begged myself not to think about what next and relished in the now. “You’re mine, tell me you’re my little fucktoy.” He groaned between moans. I didn’t even get the chance to comprehend before the words came out. “I’m your little fucktoy.” I moaned back. “That’s better.” He bit down on my skin. I ran my fingers through his perfectly sculpted hair ruining it, but he was too high off pleasure to care. My hands roamed all over his shoulders and his chest. Pleasure soared through my body.

“I know you’re close, I know you’re about to come.” Any moment now I would loose it. With one fluid motion he pinned me back against the wall and his thrust halted. A frustrated whimper left my lips. He groaned at the feel of me quivering around him. “You want to come little slut?” He questioned. I looked down at the floor suddenly grasping the reality of the situation. “Look at me,” My eyes met his. “Ask me for permission.” I bit down on my lip. “May I come please Mr.Hemmings?” I asked sweetly keeping his eyes and batting my eyelashes a little to add to the effect. The second I got all the words out he began moving his hips. I’ve never felt anything better. A long gasp left my lips and he thrusted harder and deeper than ever. Arousal dripped down my thighs. His name fell from my lips in the form of moans. “That’s right, good little fucktoy.” He licked up the side of my neck. It was so strange to me that I liked when he called me those filthy, nasty, degrading names, because I got off on it for some reason. I felt him twitch inside me and I knew he was close. He bit down on my throat. “Come, fucking cover my cock in all your sweet juices.” That was all it took for me to loose it. With a loud cry if his name, my orgasm pulsated through me. It was so much more powerful than I ever could’ve imagined. Mr. Hemmings pulled out and released his hold on me. He applied pressure to my shoulder pushing me down to my knees. “Open your mouth.” My lips parted and he shoved his rock hard cock in my mouth. He twisted at the very first feel off my tongue. I started sucking and bobbing my head. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come.” He whimpered. “Just like that little slut.” He cooed. Swear word after swear word escaped his filthy mouth as I pleasured him. I felt powerful down here, for once I was in control.

Even in our normal everyday routine, it’s he’s the boss, I’m the employee. Right now if I really wanted to I could stop, he can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. He wouldn’t fire me now that he knows what I’m capable of. I actually have some power. “Fuckfuckfuck.” He growled starting to buck his hips. His hot sticky load shot right down my throat. “That’s so fucking good.” He breathed out. I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him recover. He pulled me up on my feet and reached over to press the stop button again making the elevator buzz back to life. It made the trip to the top floor before it stopped on our floor once again. We stood in silence, but I could feel his eyes on me. The doors parted on our floor and we stepped out. “Gets back to work, I’ll speak with you tomorrow.” He dismissed me. I watched as he disappeared down the hall. My wobbly legs took me to my desk. The panties I was told to leave in my chair were gone. I freaked out for a moment until I realized that Mr.Hemmings undoubtedly has them. I sat down in my chair and powered up my computer. I continued my day answering emails and scheduling things for Mr.Hemmings. Work wise today was a slow day. Everyone just kind of walks around with a salad on days like this. I counted down the minutes until it was time to go home.

After I certain point in the day I knew I wasn’t going to get anymore work done. My mind wouldn’t let me. Everytime I started doing something productive I’d think about how good it felt when Mr.Hemmings pushed inside me and how full and satisfied I felt. His moans and his words kept replaying in my head. I was snapped back to reality by the abrupt slamming of his office door. Mr.Hemmings stepped out and turned to face me. “Good evening Mr.Hemmings.” I greeted not looking away from the email I was typing. He didn’t respond. Instead he smirked and made his way behind me desk lowering to his knees. My cheeks flushed in anticipation. He pushed his hands up underneath my dress bringing the dark grey fabric up with his hands. Without warning or even a dirty remark he put his mouth on me. Before I was able to get a single moan out Mr.Hemmings shoved my panties in my mouth. I moaned around them. His tongue pleasured me with so much fervor and persistence. My fingers tangled in his hair and scratched at his scalp. He stopped suddenly, making me whimper. “I’m going to write all the employee behavior standards that I expect you to follow from now on, with my tongue, on your pussy.” He whispered lower back down to his knees. I pulled the panties out of my mouth. A chill ran down my spine. “Mr.Hemmings won’t that take a long time?” He smirked up at me. “Got anywhere else to be Ms.y/ln?" "No sir.” I shook my head. He grabbed the panties out of my hand and shoved them back in my mouth. “Then shut up and let me please my fucktoy.” Yeah I’m not getting out of this, nor do I want to. I nodded and he leaned in and wrote the first rule: Office relations of a sexual nature are prohibited.

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