It was another day at the office for Barry, yet again he had been sent to fix more of Fletcher's endless mistakes. No matter what he did the old man refused to respect him, acting like it was a fluke Barry was there. As if he didn't fucking claw his way up through the ranks of the rest of the Aurum drones. As if he didn't earn every goddamn dollar that his tight fisted boss begrudgingly paid out to him. Well, that would change soon enough. Barry wasn't one to sit around and wait for the competition to die off, no he had plans for Mr. Fletcher. Groaning, Barry's cold blue eyes surveyed the stack of folders on his desk. Failed business deals, bad investments, sinking PR reports, if Oslo Fletcher could see it, he could fuck it up. It never ceased to amaze him that a man as inept as Fletcher could end up CEO of one of the most powerful corporations on earth. If anything it was just more proof of just how broken the system was. Aptitude got you nowhere, it was just politics. An endless array of chances to kiss asses more powerful than your own and hope they remember just how clean you left them feeling. It was the only explanation for people like Fletcher, and as long that system worked, things would never run smoothly. Barry wanted to change that though, he'd be the oil that this machine so desperately craved.
A knock at the door disturbed his reverie, and Barry looked up expectantly. "Come in," he called out, slowly and deliberately he combed back his dark hair with his hand. A young woman slid through the door, lightly closing it behind her. She was a cute little thing, Blue eyes, rich chestnut colored hair framing her pretty face, pink lips. Her blouse strained to keep her tits in check. Barry didn't even try to hide his look of appraisal as his eyes slid down her body, taking in her curves before coming to stop at her skirt. It was far too short for something that was meant to be worn around the office, though he doubted the bimbo knew the difference between real formal and casual attire. It certainly did accentuate that tight little ass of hers though. Barry was an ass man, he couldn't help it, he just loved a girl with a nice ass. She was one of the new interns, Barry made sure all knew interns met with him before they started work.
"You wanted to see me Mr. Hanson?" The intern asked timidly, her eye's searching his face for any hint of what he was thinking. "I did Miss..." Barry stared at her blankly, and she returned the look. This continued a few seconds before Barry sighed and looked at a sheet on the table, "Ms. Naomi Summers." He let the name slide out, almost as if tasting the words. "Ms. Summers, you are aware that in business certain things are required of you?" Naomi looked confused, "Yes sir, I always work hard." She replied with some hesitation. Barry smiled slightly, "As do I Naomi, as do I." He paused a moment before continuing, "In fact its very stressful working as hard as I do." The smile started to tug a little at the corners of his mouth, "And your job is to make my job easier now isn't Naomi?" Silence dominated the room before she finally replied. "Yes, sir..." Leaning back Barry finally let the smile show, "Very good answer Naomi, now come here and put your palms on my desk.
Barry chuckled internally as the intern slowly did as he told her. Standing up briskly Barry moved around the desk to get a closer look. Lifting her skirt he revealed her white silk panties, then lazily ran a finger down them. "We won't be needing these." His fingers curled around them and with a tug he tore them free of her, eliciting a short cry of surprise from her. "What a pretty little cunt you have Naomi, though I think I won't be needing it today." He placed a hand on each side of her ass and spread her tight cheeks, looking at her puckered rear. "W-What do you mean sir?" Naomi whimpered. "I mean, I'm going to fuck you in the ass." Barry told her cheerfully. She gave another whimper, "I've never done anal sir, do you think maybe we could try something else?" Barry paused a moment and pretended to give it some thought, "No." He said, once again cheerfully. Undoing his belt he dropped his pants and pulled his cock out, a good nine inches it was nothing too impressive, but certainly nothing to laugh about. He began to rub it's purple head against her asshole, one hand guiding his throbbing cock and the other holding firmly onto her ass. "Shouldn't we use some lube or something??" She stuttered. Barry chuckled, "Lube is more for your pleasure, it doesn't affect me either way. Though I suppose we can't have the office breaking down my door to see what you're screaming about." Leaning forward he slid open the front right drawer of his desk and fished around it before pulling a ball gag out. "This ought to do it," he said as he began to maneuver it over her head. "W-will it hurt a lot?" She asked, and Barry ignored her momentarily to slip the ball into her mouth. Grabbing her face he turned her head to look at him, "Certainly," He told her, enjoying the look of fear. With that out of the way, he forced his cock against her ass, the veined shaft bending a little under the pressure. Her eyes grew wide as the pressure increased, and a moment later he pushed through. The tight ring clutched at his shaft as his cock sunk into her ass. He let go of her face and grasped her hips with each hand as he began furiously pumping into her ass, his cock plunging into her tight rear. Each thrust eliciting a jiggle from her ass, and he reached up to press a hand down on her back. She screamed into the ball gag with each thrust as he pushed her face into the desk and mashed her tits under her. The pain was causing her ass to contract around his cock in the most magnificent ways, and by now his balls were slapping against her ass with each push. Ignoring the muffled cries he sped up, ignoring the small trickle of blood that slid out around his shaft and rolled down skin. He was nearly there, but he wasn't going to cum in her ass. With a jerk he pulled his cock out of her tight ass, and turned her around before pushing her to kneel on the floor. While stroking his cock furiously he used his free hand to clumsily fumble with the ballgag. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed lightly into the gag. With a rough tug, Barry tore the strap and the gag fell to the floor. Her soft sobs echoed quietly through the room, a sharp contrast to his deep grunts. Grabbing a handful of hair he finally let out a one final loud grunt before a thick line of cum splattered across her face. Followed by a few more lazy strands. With a sigh Barry sat back into the chair by his desk. After a few moments he looked at her, "We aren't done, clean it up." Naomi looked at him in disbelief, and he gave her a cold glare. Slowly she moved towards him on all fours until she had her head above his lap. Quietly she took his cock in her hand and began working the semi hard shaft, lowering her head to flick her tongue across it. Wincing, she slowly put the head in her mouth, and began bobbing up and down on his cock. Barry smiled dimly at the sight of his shaft sliding in and out of view into the bitches mouth. His job sucked, but there were certainly perks.
After letting her try to suck him off in vain for a few minutes, Barry told her to get off him and slid his pants back on. "Pretty good Ms. Summers, I feel less stressed already." He told her as he buckled his belt. Sitting back on her haunches, the girl winced, "Thank you sir, it was a pleasure working with you." Barry let his smile grow wider, "In fact you did so well, I've decided to make you my personal assistant, congratulations!" The look of shock on her face was priceless, "Sir, please no... I-I'm, not worthy of working with someone as great as you!" Barry let his smile fade a bit, "I don't like ass kissers Naomi, in fact, we'll have you try that tomorrow and see how you like it." Tears began to well up in her eyes again, "S-sir..." She began before Barry cut her off, "Don't sir me, now clean yourself up and get the hell out of my office." Walking towards the door he stopped and added, "Take those folders with you, I want those problems cleared up by tomorrow or I'll have something even more fun in store for you." As he opened the door he sang back to her in a cheerful voice, "See you bright and early tomorrow Naomi."
Naomi tried to think of what to do as she listened to the muffled greetings of coworkers to her new boss through the door.
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