[Fiction] How to Fulfill my Boss' Fantasies

[Slave_E]

My MASTER ordered me to fuck my boss, and I complied... My boss liked it and wanted more... My MASTER told me to go with the flow... My boss invited me to Munich for a week and offered a substantial raise if I would fulfill his lewd fantasies... I needed the money, and the carrot dangling from his stick was tasty...

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

[Slave_E]

Part 1

We stayed in a posh hotel between Schwabing and Englischer Garten. We had dinner in a fancy restaurant and back in the hotel, great sex. Drunken and in the afterglow of an overwhelming orgasm, I asked him if he still wanted me to fulfill his fantasy, the one he stubbornly refused to tell me what it was about. He replied yes, of course, but he wanted me to do it not knowing what it was... he said I should wait and see and do as I'm told... He said, trust me... you will like it!

What could I do? I was stupid enough to say, yes, I'll do it. He asked, no matter what it is? I nodded and he kissed me, but then he insisted I say it out loud and I said it out loud, yes, I'll do it, whatever it is. I reckoned it would not be too bad. He said, promised? I said, yes. He said, ok, it's a deal and I noticed how hard he was and I pulled him over me and we made love... I did not sleep long, that night.

Early in the morning I woke up tired, hung-over and flustered... What had I done.... I listened to the steady breathing of the warm body next to me. No sign of an immediate awakening. I sneaked out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, to have a pee, a poo and a shower. And to brush my teeth. I felt unwashed, dirty and sticky. Last night he had thoroughly filled all my holes.

I had halfways crossed the room when he stirred and asked what I was up to. I told him, but he said, no way... You may brush your teeth, but no shower. I want you to stay as you are, I like this straight out of bed look, do not even dare to brush your hair...

Squeezing my thighs together I told him I needed at least to use the toilet. He shook his head, No. Definitely no peeing. We stood in silence, him grinning, me looking exasperated, until we heard a knock on the door and a male voice saying, "Room service, may I come in?"

He whispered in my ear, "Now you can use the toilet" and pushed me towards the bathroom, saying, "But leave the bathroom door wide open!". And then he called, "Come in!". A handsome young waiter opened the door and pushed a trolley-table into the room... It was a strange feeling to pee and a poo under his startled eyes...

After breakfast and the better part of a bottle of champagne, my boss informed me that from now on he would treat me like the dirty whore I obviously was, and that, to earn money during the next few days, I must fulfill his every whish. He looked me up and down, turned me around and remarked that I was nothing but a teen tart and that he wanted me to look the part, so everybody could see what a tacky and needy plaything I was. And added, let's go shopping. Put on your coat and your heels, nothing else...

I was lucky he took a cab, the streets were full of snow and it was icy cold. Before we had left the hotel, he had given me a plastic bag with the bottles from the mini bar. Now he asked me if I wanted a beer. I dutifully accepted. If he wanted me drunk, I would gladly oblige... He reached me a bottle opener and told me to drink from the bottle. I took a sip and kept the bottle in my hand...

After a short drive, we stopped at a mall. Inside it was warm and because he looked at me, I opened most buttons on my coat, showing a lot of skin. People stared. I felt hot and depraved.
We entered a TALLY WEIJL. He told me to look for a hot and sexy top, something that fitted the wanton whore I was. He sat next to the dressing rooms and watched me. Whenever I found something I liked, I brought it to him and he shook his head. He did not want spaghetti tops, nor tank tops, nor blouses, but when I showed him a black see-through lace top, he nodded approvingly. I entered the cubicle, doffed the coat, donned the top and opened the curtain. He told me to come out and show it. I did, despite being naked except the top and the heels. He grinned and said, yes, we'll take it. You can leave it on.

We went to the till, I opened my coat and the sales assistant grinned. The boss told her to cut off the labels, he'd pay. I took a deep sip from the bottle.

Next we went to a NEW YORKER. He told me we needed something to cover my cunt... I looked around drinking beer and presented him various skirts but he was not satisfied. I put the empty bottle on the floor, opened a second one and found some very short and very tight shorts. He was not convinced, but when I tried one and it showed a lot of legs and modeled my slit nicely, he grinned, said it reminded him of Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver and told me to keep it and follow him to the cash till.

Outside, we spotted a budget shoe shop, entered it and found some high heels with extreme platform soles – very sexy, very slutty, very chav. I found a pair in my size; he paid, I kept them on. Judging from the price, it must have been fake leather. Just what a cheap whore like me would wear...

By now I had finished the second bottle, threw it in a waste basket and opened the third. I sipped on it while we waited for another cab. I was cold in my see-through top, my short shorts and my platform heels. My boss had kept my coat...

The cab arrived, I sat in the back, finished my beer and opened the fourth bottle. When we stopped again, it was in front of a hairdresser. We left the cab, entered the shop, the boss whispered with one of the hairdressers, they sat me in a chair and washed my hair, sat me in another chair, donned me a hairdressing cape... and I fell asleep.

(to be continued)

[MrCharcol]

Dear Slave_E

What a cruel and demanding Master you have, using your Boss as a proxy to humiliate you. I hope we get more chapters as I am sure that there will be more to tell

Mr Charcol

[Slave_E]

Part 2


I opened my eyes and felt dizzy. Was it the beer or my sleep deficit? I did not think that I had really fallen asleep 'cause I was still sitting upright when I opened my eyes, but somehow I must have dozed off, nevertheless...

All my hair was gone without me noticing it. Behind me, in the mirror, I saw my boss' grinning face. He opened his mouth and I, trying to listen intently, heard him say I'd look great. Slut, he said, I always wanted you with a buzz cut and now you sport one for me... It's so outré, no hair above your neck makes you look very adventurous. It's a great addendum to no hair below the neck.

I got up, still to dizzy to protest and followed him to the reception, where he paid the bill. He looked amazing and impressively impeccable in his dark grey suit, his white shirt, stylish tie and shiny leather shoes, an elegant coat draped over his arm and a huge TALLY WEIJL bag at his feet. The bag contained my coat, the high heels I had worn when we left the hotel, and a smaller bag with my mobile, my purse, my identity card, my driver's licence, and all the other stuff girls can't live without.

In stark contrast to him, I was a walking disaster. Luckily, after the hairdresser's efforts, only remnants of last night's makeup were left, but it was enough to make me look bleary-eyed and tainted. My tits were easily visible underneath the transparent black lace top. My nipples were hard and stuck out. The high waisted stretch shorts were so tight that they molded a distinct camel toe. My belly button was denuded. The platform heels made my legs look extremely long and utterly naked...

My boss pushed the TALLY WEIJL bag in my hand, opened the door, left the shop and walked briskly towards the next taxi stand. I took the bag, wrestled with the door and made an effort to keep up with him, struggling through the snow, wrapping my arms around my upper body to preserve my modesty and my body heat, trying at the same time not to let the bag fall into the mud.

At the taxi stand, the first car in line's driver got out and opened assiduously the door to the back seat. My boss climbed in, closed the door and opened the window. Since I had to bend down and put my head in the window to talk to him, my butt stuck out invitingly. No doubt that was what he wanted.

He took a wad of Euro bills out of his pocket and gave it to me. It looked much, but it was all small money, tattered and well used. He also gave me a crumpled slip of paper with an address. He said the address was for a cheap hotel, I should go there, rent a room, turn the heating on, return to the reception, ask if they sell canned beer, buy a few cans, open one and, sitting in the lobby, wait for him, sipping beer... And he opened the door, took the TALLY WEIJL bag and placed it on the bench next to him. The door clunked shut. I bent forward and asked with chattering teeth, that's all? Really? I'm freezing! At least I need my coat! And how do you think I should find the hotel without my mobile? And why can't I wait in my room?

He smiled, pointed to a rundown dress shop on the other side of the street and suggested I should buy the bomber jacket displayed in the window. And added, he hoped it was cheap. The money I had would about cover the costs for the room for one night. Not more. But as I was a whore, he added, I could maybe convince the shopkeeper to accept a return service? Instead of money... And the guy at the hotel's reception? He might give me a reduction too. He was sure I would find a way. And, he said, finding the hotel would be easy, I just had to ask some locals.

The jacket was at least one size to small. So small I could not close it. But it was cheap and seeing that I was freezing to the bones, the shopkeeper understood my request and made me an offer I could not refuse. In return for a substantial reduction, I only had to take off my top and let him fondle my tits. How I hated the boss!

(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 3


The receptionist, an elderly curvaceous woman with a salacious trout pout and voluptuous boobs that cried FAKE, was astonished when I wanted a room for a full day, but when I waved a bundle of bank notes in front of her face, she took most of them and said I could have a room on the second floor. She climbed the narrow stairs in front of me, offering me more than a quick glimpse of her naked pussy - her black dress was way too short to preserve her modesty.

The room was small and smelled damp. The window, going out to the street, was mostly hidden by a velvet curtain. A king size bed more than filled the room. The bedclothes were black and blotched. An old landline phone and a bedside lamp decorated the nightstand. I switched the lamp on, dim red light brightened the room, made everything look unreal, hid all details. An empty shelf was the only storage the room had to offer. A narrow door lead to a minuscule bathroom, with a toilet, a sink, a mirror and a shower. Okay, but sleazy. Three faded white towels lay folded over the sink. The receptionist looked a me quizzically. I quickly nodded and said it's great. I'll take it. She gave me the key. I turned the heating on and followed her hastily down to the lobby.

Downstairs I asked for canned beer. She pointed to a big fridge with a glass door, filled with cheap sparkling wine, equally cheap wine, hard liquors, soft drinks and beer. A sign said self-service, please pay at the reception. I got me a beer, paid, sat in one of the chairs and prepared me for a long wait.

Turned out it was not as boring as I had feared. There was a constant coming and going, always couples. Women, scantily dressed and heavily made up, with men who carefully held back until the girl had paid for the room and received the key. Then they got drinks from the fridge, paid, and vanished up the staircase.

I'm sure, by now you have recognized the pattern... My boss had accommodated me in a no-tell motel. I had to smile inside, especially as some of the men cast covetous glances at me before their chosen playmates for the next half hour quickly pulled them upstairs... Oh my...

(to be continued)

[Slave_E]

Part 4


I had a lot of time to study the local life forms, and with each beer I liked them more. After the second beer I felt at ease and relaxed and reciprocated the covetous looks of the men with an inviting smile. The receptionist noticed it and liked it, and my third beer was on the house...

I lolled in my armchair, made a hollow back to show my breasts, took off my jacket, and after the fourth beer I lasciviously leaned back, played with my nipples and opened my legs. What I think a true whore would have done. When the receptionist offered me a fifth beer I was pretty tight, had my hand between my legs and would have liked nothing better than to take off my top to show my tits and to get rid of my shorts to feel my naked pussy.

I thought me a cool sight, but when my boss finally arrived, he was in the tow of a very young girl in a very short skirt, high-heeled over-knee boots, a padded bra that pretended her boobs were big, a very fair freckled complexion and a wild mane of curly red hair. She was breathtaking. I felt more than slightly upstaged.

She talked to the receptionist who pointed at me. She looked at my boss who grinned. She shrugged her shoulders. My boss went to the reception, took three bottles of sparkling wine from the fridge and 3 plastic cups from a near shelf. He threw a 50€ bill on the table and asked me for the key. I gave it to him, he grabbed the girl and they went upstairs. I followed them meekly.

In the room he told me to get naked and switched the TV on. It showed hardcore porn. A girl was getting fucked by three men. Loud moaning filled the room. He opened one of the bottles and filled the paper cups. He waited for us to drink ours down. Only then he took a tentative slug himself. He refilled our cups and put the bottle on the windowsill. The girl was sprawled on the bed and accepted her cup graciously. I was naked, my clothes hanging from a hook on the door, but I took my cup too. My boss stood near the window, looked at the girl, looked at me and the first thing he said since he had arrived at the hotel was, Darling, you should get the girl undressed and make her cum.

I did as he told... The girl was easy to undress; she knew how to wriggle out of her clothes. She smelled good, she was not as unwashed as I was. I emptied my cup, went to my knees and wanted to get at her cunt, but my boss shook his head, no, no, I want you to make out first. I want you to kiss her, pretend you are newly in love and this is your first time... And he took a cheap smart phone and placed it on the shelf. You are starring in a porn video, he said, make it worthwhile...

(to be continued)