[Fiction] How to Fulfill my Boss' Fantasies

[Slave_E]

Part 5


The girl and I finished the bottle. It was hot. My boss opened the window. Cold air blew over our sweaty bodies. I got up and looked out of the window. The street was still covered with snow. People in thick coats, woolen caps and warm gloves trudged by. I got goose pimples. My nipples got hard. My boss opened the next bottle. We took turns taking sips, I closed the window and pulled him onto the bed. He didn't fight back. We undressed him and took turns in sucking his cock. He was hard in no time.

The girl was on all four. I was under her, on my back. My boss pushed my face into her ass. I understood and stuck my tongue into her hole. I knew she'd like it. She had liked it before...

When she was nicely lubricated, he pushed me aside, crawled over me and fucked her ass. I watched it closely, alternating between licking her pussy and sucking his balls. Both moaned. I caught a glimpse of the TV. A blindfolded naked girl was lead on a leash through a snowy wood. She shivered. The guy leading her was wearing a warm down coat, jeans and boots. She was barefoot...

My boss' orgasm came when I did not expect it. He pulled his dick out and squirted his load all over my face and what was left of my hair. The girl got up and went to the bathroom. He told me to stay on the bed and lick him clean. I took his cock in my mouth and had him almost hard again when the girl left the bathroom, fully dressed. He got up, took a wad of €50 notes out of his jacket, gave her €200 and said she had done a good job. And then he added another €50 as a bonus. She grinned, said, she'd love to serve him again, next time he was in Munich, and left.

He started to dress, turned to me, grinned and said I would get paid too, but only on returning to Berlin. And that I should not worry about a bonus. I would not need a bonus. I would earn enough with my regular fees.

(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 6


The few clothes I had were sprawled all over the floor. My boss picked them up, put them in a black plastic bag and said he had an appointment. He would have to leave, but would be back soon. He also told me not to touch the smartphone, it was no use, it had no SIM card, only WLAN. It would not really be a phone, rather a camera, to see me and to watch over me. It would be for my security.

He added that I could pee, if needed, but he warned me to take a shower. He said the room had only cold water, that's why it was so cheap, and that taking a shower would not be fun. However, I could enjoy the rest of the bottle. As soon as he was back, we would get something to eat. And then he was gone, taking my clothes with him. But he came back, talked to me through the open door, telling me he would deposit my clothes at the reception, in case I would need them. And then he was really gone.

I got up and closed the door. There I was, stranded in a cheap hotel room, naked, no phone, no money, nothing. I did not even know which time it was. OK, it was getting dark but at this time of year, and with this weather, it meant nothing. I stretched out on the bed and did the only thing I could do - I watched TV. Just that it was not really TV. It looked more like pay TV. A very rudimentary remote allowed me to switch between five different porn channels.

Vexed I turned the sound off. Slowly I noticed the noises from the neighboring rooms, voices, moans, maybe more porn, but there must have been some genuine sex going on in at least one of the rooms as well. A door was thrown shut, an angry voice protested, broke off. Some laughter. A very noisy orgasm in the room next to me. Outside, in the street, a police car, it's siren roared up to me, it's blue light painted strange patterns on my wall.

I sipped the sparkling wine, and a bored hand found a bored cunt, started to stroke my pussy, circled my clit, rekindled my fire...

Did I like my boss' fantasy? Did I like it that he had taken control in a way I would not have expected? What would he do next? My situation was more than humiliating. I was at his complete mercy. And yet, my clit sent strange messages to my body, up my spine, into my brain and I turned the sound on again and I watched the video and it was hot and I was hot and it made me horny...

I was looking forward to my boss' next move. No joke, I wanted to be his helpless toy, his slut, his whore: I fantasised about staying locked into this room, only now and then the door would be opened, a guy would come in and fuck me, without ado, ruthlessly, filling me with his spunk, leaving me on the bed frustrated and wanton, in the middle of a wet spot created by my juices and his cum...


(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 7


I must have fallen asleep. I did not hear him enter the room, but suddenly he was all over me, naked, spreading my legs, forcing his cock into my pussy, pressing his hands against my mouth, nearly suffocating me...

I did not fight him; I became limp and enjoyed being fucked. Without resistance...

When he was done, he disappeared in the bathroom, reappeared fully dressed and told me to get up, get dressed and join him for dinner. He threw eight €50 notes on the bed and told me that it was for my services. And added, since I obviously had a lot of money, it was time that I invited him to a posh restaurant.

He opened the bag with my slutty clothes and emptied it's contents on the floor. I hurriedly donned the transparent top, the short shorts, the clumsy shoes and the too small jacket. I felt his spunk dripping out of my used cunt, wetting the inside of my shorts, but I knew better than to ask him if I could have a shower. I was thankful to be allowed to wear at least some clothes.

We went down to the reception, and I left the key with the receptionist. She looked at me suspiciously and told me that I needed to pay, if I wanted to come back later. I handed her two €50 notes and when she was not satisfied I added a third one and followed my boss to a taxi waiting outside.

In the car's back seat, he told me to open his trousers and suck his dick. I did it, fully aware of the taxi drivers' eye in the rear-view mirror. By the time the taxi stopped, he was fully erect again and close to another orgasm. He pushed me away and got out. I asked the driver where we were. He said, Schwabing. I paid him, tipped him and followed the boss.

(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 8

We entered the restaurant. A waiter came up to us and scrutinized me disdainfully, but as soon as my boss said his name, he became attentive and courteous and led us to a nice quiet table in the back of the restaurant. Big windows presented a great view of a tastefully lit garden in an inner courtyard.

Of course it was the boss who ordered, but by now he knows what I like and met my taste. I had a tender pink salmon fillet in lemon sauce with spinach and potatoes. (There are lots of Italian influences in Munich.) He had Wiener Schnitzel of veal with lukewarm potato salad. (Munich is also not far from Austria.) As an aperitif he ordered two glasses of champagne and when our dishes arrived, a bottle of rosé. The waiter was happy that I knew how to eat using knives and forks and had fun keeping my glass filled. I think he was also happy to stare at my almost naked tits... I did nothing to prevent him. My boss grinned and watched us amused...

I felt good, and more than drunk and would have loved to stay no end, but when I asked for the menu to order coffee and desserts my boss declined. When I got the bill, I understood. I had barely enough money left for a decent tip.

I asked my boss about his further plans, and he said that's easy, he would bring me back to the hotel. He said he had arranged for some men to visit me. He said I could either send them away or get fucked. And, he said, if I thought it good to have some more money, in case that he might not be able to pick me up tomorrow, I'd better fuck them all and I should ask each one to send in the next client after he was done. He grinned and added, I could have as many clients as I wanted...

However, suddenly looking earnest, he assured me that all guys were carefully selected and safe; but horny as hell and that I'd better insist on condoms. And, grinning again, he said I'd better stop the taxi on the way to the hotel and buy a mega box.

Of course I did. The taxi stopped, I jumped out and stormed into a brightly lit supermarket. I found condoms, grabbed a big box, went to the cash register and found I did not have enough money left. I had to leave the condoms with the cashier, get back to the taxi, and ask my boss for more money.... He gave it to me reluctantly and said it's a loan. Only then could I go back to the cash desk and pay.... Under the impatient eyes of all the waiting customers... So embarrassing...

(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 9

I was back in the hotel. Naked. The boss had left, taking my clothes with him. I would have loved something to drink, but I had neither the money nor the clothes to go down to reception and buy me a beer.

Instead, I lay on my unmade bed, the TV playing porn with the sound off, my fingers playing with my wet cunt... I kept me close to the edge, but far enough not to cum accidentally... Whores do not cum.

I had to admit that I started to like the game. Trapped in a sleazy hotel room, helplessly horny, waiting for my man. If this was not the ultimate kick, what else? Humiliating, yes, but wasn't that the attraction? Where was the risk? I was sure my boss had handpicked the guys, they would do me no harm... It was just role play...

But was it? Really? I would have to accept each guy who opened the door to my room. It was not locked. I had no key; I could not lock it, even if I would. I would have to have sex with... Fucking strangers! Was I really up to it? I started to panic... My breath sped up, my fingers stiffened... Suddenly, I was sure it was not a good idea...

I cursed my boss... How could he do this to me?

Wrong question. What could I do to get out of it? Risk to be stranded in Munich without any money, in sparse whore clothes? Or, come to that, without any clothes at all? Whom could I ask for help? I knew nobody in Munich; I did not even have a phone and going to the police? No way... What a shame... Besides I did not have any papers...

The only way out was to make the best of it. To take part in my boss' wicked game, fuck whoever turned up, see that I could get as much money as possible, and ask my customers to buy me a drink...

And trust my boss. That he would pick me up tomorrow morning and take me home...

(to be continued ?)

[MrCharcol]

OMG

I missed this after Chapter 1 somehow my subscribed threads are not updating me.

Thank you Slave E for such an insight