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Vincent Hacker....Rich...Sexy....my boss.

Yes, that's right. My boss is the Vincent Hacker.

It's tough to get a job in his manor.

I'm working here as a maid to make ends meet. I'm only 22, and a broke college student. But that's changed since I started working for Mr. Hacker.

He's pretty intimidating and so fucking hot if I say so myself. But fuck he's such an asshole...

Even so, i know he'll never go for me. I'm not up to the level of the women he dates.

Well I shouldn't say date.

Fuck.

The women he fucks.

It was a rumor that his wife Lorilai cheated on him with their tennis instructor. But that rumor was all proven true when he threw all her shit off the balcony and the tennis instructor was sent to jail for whatever reason. I believe it was blackmail...

Since then, he doesn't date. Just fucks. He treats the women like trash. He'll fuck them rough, where the whole manor hears their screams and whimpers, then kicks them out after he's done destroying their insides...

I want to be one of those girls.....

Not because I want to get a promotion or nothing. It's just that, ever since I broke up with my boyfriend last summer, I haven't gotten laid. And by the way the women leave the manor. I'd get the fuck of my lifetime by him.

Although ever since got hired, I catch him staring at me, his eyes seem to always trace every crevice of my body. I don't wanna assume but I think he likes me...

The other day, I was putting up towels, and as I bent over to pick up it, he scolded me for dropping the towel and ran up to his room.

However with this ridiculously legal uniform that I have to wear, I'd stare at me all the time too.

After that, I've tried to stay out of his way....

Considering his ways, it could have been worse.

Third Person ✨

As y/n is cleaning out the study, she comes across a black journal. Titled "My eyes only, keep out, or get stabbed in the eye."

As she heeded the warning, she takes the wrap off the journal.

She thought "He'll never know. What could go wrong?"

Y/n opens the diary only to see her name in it.

In a NSFW way...

She reads the journal's heading titled "My dream about y/n last night"

"As y/n stroked my dick, I felt myself hardening more for her. Taking off those white thongs she had on under her uniform as she bent over to insert myself inside her, made me want to breed the fuck out of her.."

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes, about what she was reading.

She reads another entry. It's been more than one dream...

"As I pounded y/n from the back, with her hair in my grasp, her screams and cries for me to go harder felt like music to my ears."

Y/n becomes unbelievably horny at what she was reading. Thinking her boss hated her when it was the complete opposite, got her feeling more comfortable around him.

Especially with this secret...

"My foot in the bed, the other off the bed as I gripped her hips, slamming her back and forth on my dick. Her juices splashing my thighs with each thrust."

Y/n sits down in his chair, pulling her panties down, lifting up her dress uniform to rub at her clit.

Stroking in between her lips and circling her nub, as she thought of her boss.

Her moans getting louder, without a care in the world who hears.

Unfortunately, someone did hear. Someone she never wished to....

Her Boss.

He startles y/n with a chuckle, "I see someone doesn't know what keep the fuck out means huh !?"

She begins stuttering, apologizing whilst trying to get up, but he walks over to her and sits her back down in the chair.

"Sit" he says as he removes his belt.

"Sit down and finish." He says with a smirk.

"W-what d-do you mean f-finish?" She asks him.

"I mean...finish rubbing...that pussy. Before I make you choke on my dick. But I suppose a little slut like you would want that huh ? He asks with a smirk as he removes his tie.

"Y-yes sir" y/n moans as she starts to pleasure herself again.

She then looks at the door seeing it wide open. Stopping her movements. "Um..sir the door is open."

"So?" He asks with a scoff

"So, people will...um..see...us." She replies with a whisper.

Vincent then steps forward and grips her neck. Choking her.

"I don't give a fuck, you brought this upon your self you fucking whore. Now your coworkers are probably gonna watch you get your face fucked, because you decided to fucking tempt me !" He growls.

Vincent then inserts two fingers inside y/n making her gasp in shock and pleasure. Fingering her at fervent pace.

"But first your gonna answer sone questions..and if I hear any type of moan. I'm gonna add 3."

"Y-yes. Sir." Y/n moans but gets cut off with a slap.

"What did I just say slut?" He growls.

"T-to not m-moan." y/n says while gulping, trying to hold back a squeal.

"Good girl" says Vincent.

"Now y/n what all did you read?" Vinnie says while one-handily unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

The sight of him making it harder for y/n to concentrate on not moaning or cumming for the matter.

But when he looked so fucking good finger fucking her, how could she even try to concentrate? To resist?

"I......" she says trying to keep her words together.

"I..read your..diary and the...um...things you wrote about...me." Y/n says, pausing each word careful not to spill any moans out.

She knew if she did she would be severely punished by her boss.

"Hmm. And did you think that was a good idea? Do you not have any respect for someone's belongings?" Vinnie says, amused, as he watches y/n struggle not to cum.

"You're doing so good baby girl. Just answer one more question for me" he teases.

"Were you secretly always such a slut for me? Did you want me as bad as I do you, so bad you didn't care who would walk in here and see me playing with your pussy ?" Vincent asks whist laying kisses to y/n's neck.

"I-i was...I didn't.." y/n says stuttering.

"Ah. Uh uh. Don't lie to me. Be honest with me slut." Vinnie says picking up his speed.

Her juices begin flowing down his wrist, some dripping onto the carpet of the Persian rug.

"You can't even fucking lie to me. Look, you got my whole fucking chair and the rug wet." Vincent laughs.

As they both look away from the rug, their eyes meet. Y/n shys away from his eyes. But then he grabs her jaws, restricting her from turning away.

Vincent begins to speed up the pace more, fingering her harder. While y/n is forced to stare in his eyes. A cocky smirk planted on vinnie's face.

Not being able to hold it anymore, y/n begins to scream in pleasure. "Y-yes ! I did !" She shouts.

"Good girl." Vincent says as he takes his fingers out of y/n sucking on the juices that flowed down his hand. "Mmm, sweet like candy." He finishes.

"Now that we've got that...established, your going to...pay me." Vincent says in a menacing voice.

Fear begins to creep in y/n's eyes. "H-how am i going to pay you?" Y/n stutters.

"H-how..? Fuck you're such pathetic little slut for me." Vincent says mocking and teasing y/n.

"You are going to pay me, for humiliating me by reading my journal when it specifically said to keep out. And then your slutty pussy just stained my fucking rug..!" He growls

"So what you're going to do, is get on your fucking knees, take my dick out, and let me fuck your face...while I...record it." Vincent says manically laughing.

"Would you like that? Hmm? " Vincent says smirking.

My eyes going wide, but unable to decline to opportunity. I smirk at him, as he drops his pants...

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