"You're really starting to piss me off," I growl, slamming my fist on the table. "You've been making too many mistakes lately, and I can't keep overlooking them."
You gulp, looking up at me with those big, innocent eyes. "I'm sorry, Bob. I'll do better, I promise."
I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "It's too late for that. I need to make sure you remember the correct address for the company. Now, what is it?"
You open your mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. I grab your hand, my grip tightening as I demand the answer again.
"I-I don't know," you stutter, your voice shaking. "I-I'm sorry."
I can feel my anger boiling over. I grab you by the shoulders and push you over the table, my hand connecting with your bare ass. You let out a yelp, your body tensing up.
"I will make you remember the address," I repeat, slapping your ass again. "What's the address?"
You whimper, but you still don't answer. I slap your ass again, harder this time. You let out a moan, your body trembling beneath my hand.
I pause, confused by your reaction. I look down and see that your skirt and panties are now around your ankles, revealing your bare ass. I can't help but stare at the pink flesh, my anger slowly dissipating.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I growl, my voice low.
"I-I'm sorry, Bob," you say, your voice trembling. "I-I just want to make you happy."
I can feel my cock stirring in my pants as I look at your exposed ass. I reach out and touch it, my fingers tracing the curves.
"You want to make me happy?" I ask, my voice husky.
"Yes, Bob," you moan, pushing your ass back against my hand.
I can't help myself. I start spanking your ass, my hand coming down on the soft flesh. You moan with each slap, your body writhing beneath me.
I stop when I see the dark pink marks on your ass. I can't believe what I've just done, but I can't deny the fact that I'm turned on. I can feel my cock straining against my pants, begging to be freed.
I look at your ass and find it extremely juicy and sexy. I can't help but caress it tenderly and then kiss it. You moan, pushing your ass back against my face.
I stand up, unzipping my pants and pulling out my cock. I stroke it a few times, watching as pre-cum drips from the tip.
"Get on your knees," I command, my voice firm.
You comply without hesitation, your eyes locked on my cock. I grab your hair, pulling it back as I thrust my hips forward. You open your mouth, taking my cock in.
I groan as I feel your warm, wet mouth around my cock. I start fucking your face, my hips thrusting forward as I hold onto your hair.
You moan around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to climax.
"I'm going to cum," I warn, my voice strained.
You moan, encouraging me to keep going. I can't hold back any longer. I cum, my hot load filling your mouth. You swallow it all, your eyes never leaving mine.
I pull out of your mouth, tucking my cock back into my pants. You stand up, your face flushed with pleasure.
"Did I do a good job, Bob?" you ask, your voice soft.
I look at you, my anger gone. "Yes, you did," I say, my voice gentle. "You did very well."
You smile, your whole face lighting up. I can't help but smile back. Maybe you're not such a bad assistant after all.
"Now, go get dressed and get back to work," I say, my voice firm but not angry.
You nod, hurrying to put your clothes back on. I watch you go, my mind still reeling from what just happened. I can't believe I just fucked my assistant, but I can't deny that it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
I sit down at my desk, trying to focus on work. But all I can think about is your juicy ass and the way you moaned around my cock. I know I shouldn't have done it, but I can't help but want to do it again.
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I need to focus on work, not on fucking my assistant. But as I look at the address you wrote down, I can't help but smile. Maybe I'll make you remember the address again later.