Boss in Distress

By Michael Corbett

Please do not read if you are under the age of 18.
 All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Franziska Meyer is a hot young career woman on the rise. Unfortunately for her, she falls into the hands of her company's sadistic caretaker. He gradually transforms his boss into his personal human sex doll. But it's not just about physical desires for him; he humiliates Franziska, mentally exhausts her, and repeatedly tells her that she's only good for one thing: to serve him.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Hoots
• Release date: Feb 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215733714

Book preview

Part 1: Stripped, humiliated and used by the caretaker

These hot, big tits are just begging to be freed from the dress, thought Jörg. And he would be only too happy to help the bitch with it. But that seemed to be only dreams at that moment.

Jörg had had the late shift today and drove home to the village in the middle of the night. To his surprise, the company boss was in the same lane. There she sat in all her splendor, Franziska Meyer. She wore an elegant, black dress that did not raise any arguments about her merits and certainly had not been cheap. It was low-cut and afforded an excellent view of her substantial stature. For Jörg's taste, the legs went way too far down, but the long legs that you could see were still a feast for the eyes. She wore high-heeled shoes and carried a fur coat that she draped over her lap. Her hair was intricately styled and she wore subtle make-up.

Jörg eyed her furtively from a few rows of seats, as he had often done before. How often had he watched her at work when she was rocking her hot ass, which was hidden in a business suit, around the area. And every time he had fantasized about how awesome it would be to just grab it. There was nothing to suggest that this was going to happen anytime soon, but he was bored and wanted to at least say hello. He got up and walked a few rows of seats in her direction and stood in front of her.

Good evening Ms. Meyer, he said, somewhat embarrassed.

She looked at him questioningly and didn't seem to understand at all who she was dealing with here.

I'm Jörg Müller, the caretaker at your company, he said shyly.

Her expression darkened.

And? she asked coolly. She had a model face, but it wasn't hard to tell that she wasn't a nice person. In the company, she wasn't exactly known as a popular figure. She had inherited the company from her father, who had died young, and tried to cover up her lack of knowledge with an authoritarian attitude. She was only 30 years old and didn't have it easy in this male domain.

Well, I thought it's quite a coincidence that we're sitting in the same carriage here, he said, and then I thought I'd say hello.

Jörg smelled her perfume, it seemed noble and expensive to him.

You've done that now, she said sarcastically, then please leave me alone, okay? Thanks!

Yes, sorry, Jörg brought out, blushed and walked away. He went back to his old seat and settled there in frustration. What an arrogant bitch! He wasn't asking her to jump up and hug him for joy, but he didn't deserve to put him down like that for no reason. This wasn't the first time she'd treated him impossibly. If he only had a chance to pay the old man back, he would think of a few things. But what should he do, he was just the caretaker, that was the way things went, he thought and stared sadly into space.

Like him, Frau Meyer drove to the terminal station, a town in the middle of nowhere, the station consisted of little more than a platform and a lantern. Dead trousers, nobody at the station, the train was arriving. Franziska Meyer got up, put on her coat and got out. As she passed, she gave Jörg a disparaging look. Jörg was just about to get out, but looked around again and saw that she had left her bag behind. Maybe she would be a little nicer to him now, he thought and grabbed the bag, it said Chanel, it must have been expensive. He followed her on the platform and when he saw her walking along there, in her fur coat and her high heels, swinging her hips vigorously, he suddenly had an idea. He could now play the rescuer here and give her the bag back. Or he could just see what happens if the bag doesn't appear again, which could also be interesting. He took a big swing and hurled the bag over a barrier into a sprawling thorn bush, where nobody would find it anytime soon.

In the poorly lit parking lot, Jörg met his boss, who sprinted past him into the station. He almost told her that she could save herself the trouble, but she could find that out for herself. After a few minutes, she came back from the station angrily.

What a crap!, she scolded, someone stole my bag, everything was in it, my wallet, mobile phone, car keys, everything!

Stefan leaned against his old Ford and watched with amusement as his boss yanked on the doors of her Lexus in an irrational attempt to somehow get into the car.

Lord...? she asked him at some point.

Müller, said Jörg. This beast didn't even remember his name!

Mr. Müller, she said, some asshole stole my things. I can't get out of here at this hour. Please drive me home.

Maybe she has nerves, thought Jörg. She treated him like he was her chauffeur.

Where do you live, Ms. Meyer? he asked in a neutral tone.

In Gründorf, she said.

Oh, we're practically neighbors, Jörg said kindly, but she didn't even react to his attempt to be nice.

Very interesting, thought Jörg. Gründorf was thirty kilometers away, it was only about eight degrees above zero and it was in the middle of the night, 12 o'clock. She had no chance of getting out of here. His boss was at his mercy and he would now see what he could get out of this situation. Maybe he could look a bit behind the hard facade of this woman. And if things went well, under her dress too.

Can we drive? she asked impatiently, I'm getting cold here.

Mrs. Meyer, Jörg began, now listen carefully. If you want to ride with me, then you should be a little nicer to me. I know she's the boss and I'm the caretaker, but when we drive 30 kilometers together I don't want to be treated like shit.

Now don't act like that, she snapped, I'm just too late for polite phrases.

Just keep riding in, Jörg thought.

Now I've had enough, Ms. Meyer, said Jörg and got in without opening the passenger door. He started the engine and watched as she rapped frantically on the window. He opened them a little.

Mr. Müller, she said with mock friendliness, we caught ourselves on the wrong foot. Let's start again from the beginning.

Jörg said nothing and backed the car up a bit.

Mr. Müller, she became a little louder, you can see that I can't get out of here without you, open the damn door now.

Jörg put the car into forward gear and slowly drove towards the exit of the parking lot. Excited, his boss stumbled along next to the car.

Mr. Müller, she said with a little panic in her voice, now be sensible and please let me go with you.

Jörg sighed and switched off the engine again. All her furs are swimming away and she's still giving orders, he thought. Someone really had to take care of it now, she couldn't really live like that for the rest of her life. How good that she had found him, he would gladly do her this favor. He got out and took a few steps towards his boss.

It won't work that way, Ms. Meyer, he said, first of all, you'll apologize to me and then we'll see how we both come to a green branch.

She glared at him and didn't say anything at first. Jörg had deliberately led her under the only lantern in the parking lot. He needed light for what he planned to do with her, after all he wanted to see her in all her glory.

You're taking it easy here, Mr. Müller, she said, what do you think will happen if we see each other at work on Monday after you've treated me rudely here?

Outrageous?! Jörg laughed, she really was a phenomenon. He had already thought about her question when she was still looking for her bag on the platform. And he was pretty sure of his answer.

I suspect you will avoid me at work on Monday and if we do meet you will greet me politely and with a shy look on the floor.

Now it was Franziska Meyer who laughed out loud. That's really a strong piece!

We'll see about that, said Jörg. But I would recommend that you deal with the here and now first. Apologize to me.

If looks could kill. Someone like Franziska Meyer didn't apologize, and certainly not someone like Jörg Müller! But she was tired, she was cold and she was going to have to drive around in this junk car with this lackey and she wanted to get it over with. On Monday she would still be able to see how she would take revenge on him. You would talk to the legal department, maybe you can just kick the recalcitrant guy out.

Excuse me, she said annoyed and looked past Jörg.

Excuse me for what? Jörg asked.

Again, Franziska needed a few seconds to swallow what she actually wanted to throw at him.

Sorry for being so rude to you earlier, she said.

And why were you so unfriendly? Jörg asked.

Because it's fucking cold and it's the middle of the night and I want to go home! he blurted out.

Apology not accepted, Jörg said.

Mr. Müller, please, I wanted to... I'm sorry, I... she tried to correct her mishap.

Pscht!, Jörg made, Quiet now. You really screwed that up, Ms. Meyer. I don't think you're sorry for anything. I've been mistreated my whole life by women like you and we're going to change that. You behaved like a pubescent brat and that's why I'm treating you like one now, Franzi. You can also call me Jörg. If you want to convince me to take you, we need to get to know each other a little better and you need to convince me to take you.

Franziska looked at Jörg in disbelief. Apparently he took her completely by surprise. And she hated being called Franzi.

I'll give you 200 euros if you take me with you, she offered him after gathering herself.

I thought so, Franzi, said Jörg. First you try pressure, then a fake excuse and what else can you try with the janitor? Sure, money! Come up with something better. And from now on you'll use my first name, otherwise I'll feel so old.

We can talk about a promotion on Monday, Franziska tried.

Franzi, don't you see that you're not getting anywhere as my boss, Ms. Meyer? Jörg asked. Show me a little something from Franzi, maybe it will work then.

What... what do you mean?, she asked, what are you getting at?

Ok, Franzi, you obviously don't want to show me anything about your nature or character, then show me something else. I'd really like to take a look at your big tits.

Franziska stared at him in shock, her mouth parted a little in surprise.

Tell me, are you crazy?, she asked him, but the old security and arrogance in her voice had given way to a certain restlessness.

George was very happy. He had never done anything like this before, but he thought he was doing well. And nothing had happened yet, but now he had given his boss an idea in which direction this should go, and her reaction gave him confidence. It was clear that she wasn't going to rip the dress off enthusiastically, but her visible insecurity gave him great hope that there was something to be gained here.

Out with the bells, Franzi, otherwise you can see how to get home.

Franziska had never been in such a situation. A part of her wanted to smack this man, but she also knew she didn't really have a choice. It was cold and nobody would come by here tonight, he was their last hope. She gave him a pleading look, but he just grinned at her, there was nothing more to be done.

Franziska lowered her gaze and undid the top buttons of her fur coat so that her cleavage was just visible. Then she got to work on her dress and pulled the fabric down so far that you could see deep into her neckline.

I think it's great that you want to make me even hotter, Franzi, said Jörg, but I didn't say that I want to look at your cleavage, I want to see your tits, in their entirety. Come here darling, luckily for you you are dealing with an old-school gentleman.

Franziska now unbuttoned her coat completely and shuddered when Jörg stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

It's best if we take off our coat completely, it's just in the way, he said and helped her out, or rather took it off her so that she didn't have time to ask any more questions. Jörg put his coat over his car roof and looked at his victim. Franziska was shivering from the cold, she had put her hands on her cleavage as a reflex. She looked delicious.

So, and now we only have to get rid of the dress, then things will finally be out there, Stefan said happily. You kindly didn't wear a bra today, I think it's good, then you can get to it faster.

Franziska tried to ignore Jörg's words, pulled her neckline down again and hesitantly fiddled with her bust size.

I think it's best to do it differently, said Jörg, take the straps off your shoulders.

Jörg, please, I'm so sorry, said Franziska, I understand now that it was impossible for me to behave, I'll never do that again. Can't we...

Pssst, little mouse, said Jörg, the time for apologies is over for now, you can do that with your tits now. Of course, if you want, I'll do the hell and force you to do something here. We can also just go our separate ways and you look around for another opportunity to come home.

Ok, Franziska said, barely audible, and slowly pushed the thin strap off her left shoulder, then the right side. So she stood there and looked at Jörg.

Would you like me to help you unpack, sweetheart?, he asked, I'll do it, no problem.

No, I'll do it, whispered Franziska and slowly pulled her dress down.

I think it's good that you're doing a show here, Franzi, said Jörg, laughing, I'm very entertained.

Franziska couldn't stand this humiliation. With a jerk she pulled her dress down so that her breasts literally jumped out.

Quite neat, boss, said Jörg, quite neat, we can work with that.

He was expecting something good, but Franziska Meyer had the breasts of a porn star, only hers were real! Really nice, big, round things that were just begging for attention and use. Franziska didn't seem happy about the compliment, instead she put her hands over her breasts.

Nanana, Jörg warned, I would be careful, Franzi. If I may remind you, you want something from me, so hands off the milk cartons.

Franziska obeyed, dangling her arms at her sides and staring at the floor. He had her right where he wanted her. In the meantime, his tail was loudly speaking up because of this scenery and wanted to take part in the festivities. But they haven't gotten that far yet. Jörg took another step towards her, put his index finger under her chin and pushed it up a bit so that she had to look at his face.

You have really nice tits, Franzi, Jörg said appreciatively, but what are we going to do with those things now? Are they supposed to just hang out there unused in the cold? Now don't pretend you don't like this, I can see how hard your nipples are you horny bitch.

You could literally see how Franziska became a few centimeters smaller with these words and collapsed. She's slowly starting to understand what else can happen here, Stefan thought to himself, although he doubted that she was already aware of the extent of his plan. In that case she would probably decide to spend the night at the train station in the cold after all.

I... no... that's not true... Jörg, that's just because of the cold, she stammered.

It's better to concentrate on your strengths, Franzi, said Jörg, on your stem and not on your mouth. Shake your tits a little, be inviting, convince me that you mean well by me! Then you will feel warm again.

But then... then you'll let me... Franziska tried, but was interrupted by Jörg.

Let's see if you can behave yourself for a while and earn your ride. Now dance for me, bitch!

With a pained expression Franziska moved her upper body back and forth. It was unclear whether she lacked motivation or whether she couldn't do better. But even with her moderately elegant movements, she brought her breasts into motion so that they swayed beautifully through the area.

I see, dancing isn't really your forte, said Jörg, then just jump. Exactly like that, but really high. Bounce my bunny! Now you got it, very good, keep going, don't stop, let the bells ring!

So his arrogant boss jumped around half-naked in front of him at the train station and let her boobs swing. Jörg could not have dreamed this morning that the day would end so splendidly. Franziska gave the impression that she didn't quite like the development of things, but what should she do, her tits were already out and she needed Jörg's help.

Well, have you gotten a little warm? Jörg asked and received a depressed shake of the head. Of course that's not so good, it's really fresh tonight, isn't it? Look, let's try something else to warm you up. How would you like it if I rub your tits a bit?

Franziska had at least considered that something like this would come, but still looked at Jörg like a car and didn't know what to say.

What is it, Franzi, have you suddenly become shy? Jörg asked her laughing, I'm old enough to be your father. We both know that you are dying to get your tits massaged, all I have to do is watch your nipples stick out with pleasure. But imagine someone else seeing us here. I have to make sure beforehand that you really want it. So ask me to massage your tits. So only if you really want it, of course.

Please massage my breasts, Franzi said to him, she was getting really cold and she hoped that the horny buck would be satisfied and drive her home.

But Franzi, Jörn scolded, we're alone here and you're not a convent student. Ask me to knead your big tits.

Please knead my ... d-big tits, Franzi presses out.

And why do you want me to do that? Jörg asked smiling.

W-because it makes me horny, answered Franzi, who wanted to get it over with quickly.

Jörg smiled at one. Oh, well, I can't refuse a little half-naked titty mouse like you.

Jörg covered Franziska's breasts with both hands and squeezed them a few times. They were so soft and rich that the flesh oozed out between his fingers. At the same time, they also had a good structure, nothing was hanging down. If you had told Jörg that he would one day hold his boss's breasts in his hands, he would not have believed it and, above all, he would have ruled out that it could go any further from there. But that was a little different now.

Very soon Jörg turned to Franziska Nippeln. They were pretty big and pretty hard, couldn't have been any different in the cold. He took them between both fingers and twisted them gently. He played with Franziska like a lover and to his great delight she didn't seem to leave him entirely cold. She tried not to look at his face and stifled a groan.

Well you're a horny slut, he said to her with a grin, Of course the nipples were hard because of the cold, but now you've really started to like it, haven't you? Take good care.

Jörg leaned forward a little and took turns taking her nipples in his mouth to lick and nibble on them. Now Franziska couldn't hold back her moans anymore, the little one got really horny! Jörg went on a bit more and he was having a lot of fun chewing her nipples, but confronting her about how much fun she was doing would be even better!

Aren't you ashamed at all? Jörg asked, let them grope you here at night in the parking lot and moan around here, you horny chick.

Franziska looked at him tormented. Of course she was ashamed, more than she had ever been in her life. But it also felt so hot and Jörg really gave her some warmth. But that was the end of it for the time being and Franziska looked questioningly at Jörg, unsure whether she had gotten it over with now.

Now you let me wait on you here, Madame, said Jörg, but you want to convince me to take you with me. You haven't gotten very far yet. Now make me an offer.

I... I don't know, said Franziska, who first had to deal with the disappointment that she wasn't allowed into the warm car after all, isn't that enough with my breasts? Maybe you want to touch her again?

She already knew that she couldn't get out of the affair with that, but she didn't know what else to do either.

It's really very cheeky, said Jörg, to want to put me off like that. I thought you'd be a little kinder and offer me a kiss or something, then we could have gone straight home. But if you're being so uncooperative, then we'll do it differently. Come to the bench with me about it.

The bench was directly under the lantern, so Jörg had the best view of his catch there in the dark night. Also, he wanted to be comfortable for the next episode. And his car had previously shielded some of the wind, here Franziska would get it in full. The way she acted, she really deserved it. Jörg sat down on the bench. Franziska just wanted to sit down and made preparations to pull her dress back over her breasts.

Now you challenge it too, Jörg snapped at her, you kindly stop and take your hands off your tits. Since you're not in a position to offer me something of your own accord, I'll make you a suggestion. You're already an attractive woman and all that boob rubbing didn't leave me completely unimpressed either.

He reached between his legs, where a pronounced erection was emerging under his pants.

I kept your tits warm and now don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, said Jörg, and now you can do something for me. You can give me a nice blow job.

Franziska's facial features derailed, she hadn't expected anything like that. You sucking that disgusting guy? She had kept herself under control for a long time, but that was too much, now she burst out.

You disgusting asshole, like I'd ever do that, she yelled at him, You're going to get fired on Monday, believe me.

She mobbed a little further and Jörg let her do it. When she was done, he just said dryly, When your tits weren't hanging out, the boss rail somehow worked better. And now come have a nice blow job before you catch a cold here. Or you just pull the line and look for something else. You might find a cardboard box to sleep under.

Damn shit! Franziska cursed and added wildly determined, Yes, I'll blow you, you asshole, and then we'll finally drive off. Can we do that in the car?

George laughed.

You still think you make the rules here, huh? he asked, get on your knees and then ask me nicely again if you can suck my cock.

Fuck! Franziska yelled and knelt down in front of him, secretly trying to pull her dress up a little, may I please suck your cock?

No, you're definitely not allowed to do it like that, Franzi, said Jörg. Better take that off"

Franziska burst out laughing, she thought it must be a joke, she simply couldn't imagine that Jörg could mean it seriously. But when he didn't join in the laughter, it dawned on her that this could be a really cold evening.

Your decision, Franzi, he said, after all, you're my boss, I can hardly force you to do anything.

Jörg, it's maybe six degrees, said Franziska, please, let's do it differently.

I'm really cold too, said Jörg, it's really not nice weather. Of course it's stupid for you, little mouse, but I have my principles. The longer you bitch around here, the colder it gets for you. You could have my cock in your mouth by now.

Franziska was seething inside, if she had had a gun in her hand, it would not have ended well for Jörg. She resolved to use a meditation technique that would allow her to let the whole thing pass her without absorbing much of it. She would milk him quickly, it couldn't take long at his age. And then this nightmare would finally be over. She quickly pulled the dress over her head, put it on the bench and knelt down in front of Jörg. Her body was now only covered by a pair of underpants, which Jörg had just glimpsed, and her high heels. He would let her have them, Jörg thought to himself, she would also lose her panties. But there would be enough opportunity for that later, for now he wanted to enjoy a nice blowjob.

May I blow you now, please? Franziska asked again.

Jörg pretended to examine her critically and then grinned: Let's go, my dove!

Franziska undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Oh god, that was disgusting, that thing smelled awful!

Well, did you think a worker's cock after the late shift smells like a flower meadow? Jörg made fun of her. First of all, give me a kiss on the glans.

Franziska looked at him angrily and then obeyed.

Fine girl, said Jörg, and now show what you can do.

Franziska started pretty quickly. She sucked, she sucked, she put in real work. She wants to deal with this quickly, Jörg thought, and besides, she doesn't look at me, her thoughts are elsewhere. Of course it doesn't work that way. So he grabbed Franziska's hair and briefly pulled her head off his cock to explain that to her

Mouse, I know it's cold and you want to go. If you're nice, we'll go soon, but don't just do it with energy and strength, show a little love, show me how much you like sucking my cock. You do, don't you?

Franziska looked at him with a bitter expression, but tried to cover it with a caricature of a smile. Only if she would play along would this soon come to an end.

I'd love to, it's absolutely delicious, she said.

You're my bubble bunny, aren't you Franzi? Jörg added.

Yes, I'm your bubble bunny, said Franziska, imagining how she rammed a knife into Jörg's chest.

Then Jörg pushed her back down but kept his hand in her hair to direct her. The little one really didn't blow badly, you had to give her that. And it was really freezing cold, so it felt good to have a warm little bitch to warm up your penis in a little.

Franziska licked, Franziska sucked and she sucked, she did everything to finish it quickly and at the same time to appear as if she was enjoying it. And it didn't fail to have an effect on Jörg, which was no wonder, Franziska was by far the hottest thing he had gotten his hands on in the last few decades and the situation did the rest. Jörg already had a good idea how to proceed here.

Without prior notice, he rudely pulled Franziska down by her hair and at the same time rammed his cock as far down her throat as possible. He had already pushed Franziska in quite deeply, but of course not that far. She choked, wriggled and freed herself from Jörg, stumbled backwards and landed on her buttocks.

You lousy bastard! she yelled, I'll do anything you want here, don't you have them all?

Jörg sat on the bench, closed his pants, crossed his arms and smiled.

Now I'll put on my clothes and then you can drive me home without further ado, alright? she snapped at him.

Jörg pointed his finger at her and laughed at her.

Franzimausi, you should see yourself! he said, naked down to your panties, tits moving from all the gasping, make-up and hair done from blowing, you're sitting there on your sweet butt and you still seriously think you've got it any authority here. You are really cute! If you don't like me, then just pull the leash, if you start running now, you might be at your house by sunrise.

Franziska looked at him angrily. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. She was angry about all this, but above all she was angry about herself. Meditation exercise and self-control, she thought, that was going great, Franziska Meyer!

What else should I do so that we can start driving? Franziska asked him in a calmer tone.

I don't know either, said Jörg, apparently bored, I have no idea at the moment, suggest something.

You want to fuck me, Jörg, just say it, she said with contempt in her voice.

I fuck you? said Jörg innocently, I hadn't even thought of that, after all you're my boss. And it's so cold here too. But hey, when the boss calls, the caretaker can hardly say no.

He looked expectantly at Franziska.

She sighed: Can you please fuck me, Jörg, I need this now.

I have the same impression, of course, he said, laughing, but of course I don't buy a pig in a poke. Turn around your own axis. Ah yes, not bad at all. You dressed really sexy for me today, Franzi.

Only now had he been able to take a look at Franziska's clothing below and to his delight she wore a black thong, which really left no questions unanswered. What a little tight ass had just opened up! He urgently had to go there.

It suits you really well, he added, that really shows off your plump cheeks. If you could walk down the hall at work, that would definitely boost general morale. But now pull that thing down, just let it hang behind your knees, honey.

With an angry movement, Franziska tore down the thong.

Come a little closer to my uncle, said Jörg, I have to take a closer look at what you brought me. Ah, you shaved for me too, exemplary. You have a nice pussy, you little cunt.

He put his finger between her pussy lips and gently ran her through the crack a few times.

I knew it! he said triumphantly and held his damp finger in front of her face, little Franzi actually likes everything very much. You're leaking, you horny bitch, aren't you ashamed at all?

Franziska had lowered her gaze to the floor, but you could still see that she was blushing. Why the hell was she getting wet now?! She hated this man, she wanted to go home, everything here was terrible. And yet there was a completely different feeling deep inside her.

Open your mouth, Jörg said, holding his damp finger in front of her lips. Franziska obeyed and licked her finger clean.

Well, should I stroke your pussy a bit, Franzi? Jörg asked.

Franziska looked at the floor and nodded slightly. God it was embarrassing, but she couldn't help it, she wanted to feel the janitor's rough finger.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, you impudent brat, snapped Jörg, and say clearly what you want.

Please stroke my pussy, Jörg, she said.

Okay, you didn't blow that badly after all, said Jörg patronizingly, you can get a little reward there.

He slipped his finger back in and fingered her pussy. He didn't bother too much, sometimes he penetrated her, sometimes he stroked her pearl. At Franziska all dams broke now, she rubbed against Jörg's fingers, closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Jörg looked at her with amusement and had stopped moving his finger at all in the meantime, it was only Franziska who was rubbing it.

Like a horny bitch, said Jörg, that's exactly what you are. You need a little love again, don't you? Being the cold boss all the time isn't great emotionally for you either, when you're a horny teenage brat at heart, right?

Yes, that's right, Franziska said absently.

But you shouldn't just have it warm on your pussy, my darling, Jörg said and pulled his finger away from her. Franziska moaned in agony, opened her eyes and looked at him imploringly.

Please... she said pleadingly, please continue!

Go home, don't stop, but I'm also getting very mixed signals from you here, Franzi, said Jörg, I think you need a bit of guidance and direction. Let's warm you up a bit first.

Franziska was already hoping that her ordeal would come to an end and that he would both continue to pleasure her and finally let her into the car, but she was disappointed when Jörg grabbed her rock-hard nipples and started walking backwards across the parking lot and to drag her behind you. Franziska stumbled off, hanging in her high heels and the thong at the level of the back of her knees, she wasn't optimally equipped for a round of sports. Or rather, from Jörg's point of view, she was. She staggered and stumbled, looking like she was about to fall to the ground. Her breasts wobbled in the most beautiful way, Franziska looked really appetizing with her little run.

That's good baby, always wiggle your tits, you know how to make men hot, Jörg cheered her on. Are you getting a little warm? No? Then we have to walk a little further.

Jörg, please, my underpants... shouted Franziska.

It hangs between your legs like a bitch like you sometimes does, he interrupted.

Jörg increased the speed and now really shooed Franziska around. He pulled hard on her nipples, her tits were rocking more and more wildly and Franziska was now really out of breath.

I think you're ready for the final now, said Jörg and led her back under the lantern.

Franziska was really shaken up and just had to take a moment to breathe and get on with it. But of course she didn't have that moment, Jörg shoved his finger right back in her, she was still wet!

You liked that too, you horny cunt, huh? Jörg scoffed, then get ready for the next round, let's see how you like it.

Jörg now pulled the thong off her completely. Only in high heels she now stood in front of him. Franziska urgently wanted to get into the car, the run had actually gotten her going a bit, but now that she was standing again, she felt all the colder. She was freezing and shaking. Get this over with now, she thought, and at the same time she felt that her pussy was quite ready for the intruder.

Bend over the bench, you piece of shit, Jörg said, slapping her ass with his hand after she obeyed him. He put his cock on her pussy and rubbed the head of it back and forth.

Put your cheeks apart, he ordered, I want to see what I'm getting myself into.

Franziska obeyed. Anything to get things done quickly.

Man Franziska, when I look at you here, said Jörg, then I'd rather fuck your little ass, that looks more promising to me. Punishment must be after all, you were a bad girl and if I fuck you in the pussy, I'm only doing you a favor.

Franziska froze into a pillar of salt when he knocked on her back with his acorn. What an asshole, she thought, but managed to pull herself together this time. Well, how could she have made it worse now? It was all crap anyway, she wouldn't be able to save her butt, that was clear to her. She was going to let that bastard fuck her in the ass and she would probably have to ask him for it right away. How she hated him.

No protest, Jörg amused himself, I'm not at all used to that with you cinnamon bitch. I guess that means you can't wait, right?

Yes, I can hardly wait, said Franziska, finally getting into the car, she thought to herself.

What can't you expect, sweetie? Jörg probed.

I can't wait for you to fuck me in the ass, said Franziska.

Well, then I can hardly let you down, said Jörg, briefly dipped his glans in her pussy and then forced it into her back entrance. He got into the little one surprisingly well.

Someone has been in here before, you little bastard, he annoyed Franziska, tell me, do you like being fucked in the ass?

Franziska wasn't too keen on this conversation, but what should she do. Her last boyfriend had pushed her into anal sex many times, she had never really liked it but went along with it to please him.

I love being fucked in the ass, she heard herself say.

And how do you like it with me, candy ass?

It feels really great, she said.

Well, let's step it up a notch, you obviously can handle it, said Jörg, there's really no place for caution with sluts like you.

He shot right into her hole and pushed almost to the stop. It was a really great fuck ass, not so tight that you hurt yourself, but tight enough to feel really horny and also to leave a lasting impression on the owner of the ass. He noticed himself, he still didn't fully realize that he was going through his arrogant boss here, it would probably take a few days for that to really get through to him. But that didn't mean he didn't enjoy this ass fuck like few things had before in his life.

Don't be so lazy, he said, you're like a pro anal whore, put that thing to work, fuck me back.

To underscore this demand, he pulled Franziska's hair back and alternately slapped her ass cheeks with the other hand, which were very sensitive due to the cold and quickly turned red. Franziska couldn't believe that she had ended up in this situation, but she had to come to terms with it, so she moved her hips and pushed hard. Her butt hurt her and sometimes she couldn't suppress a groan. Of course, Jörg didn't miss that either.

Oh, now you're moaning, so you just have to be touched a little harder and off you go. You could have told me that right away, you little maso-slut.

He thrust deeper and harder, it clapped everywhere when his pelvis bumped against her hot ass or when he spanked her plump cheeks. For God's sake that was cool! Of course, the little one wouldn't do anything here after him, she would be far too worried that it would somehow come out. But even if she fired him, this would have been worth it. But now it was really coming to an end, after all Jörg wasn't 23 anymore. He fucked her for a few more strokes with everything he had, then pushed his cock all the way in again and cummed with a mighty scream. He shot the first squirt of his load deep into her asshole, then frantically pulled his cock out of her, flipping her over and pinning her to the ground just in time for him to place the larger part in her face.

Franziska looked at him in disgust and wanted to wipe his sperm from her face.

Don't do that if you don't want to endanger your taxi home, he said, it suits you, that portion of cum on your face.

Franziska shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't matter now. She got up and went to put her clothes back on, you could see how miserably frozen she was.

It's best if you don't do that, sweetheart, said Jörg, "I can already see it coming, as soon as you're wearing your clothes again, you'll get the upper hand and be cheeky again. And then I have to throw you out of the car and you don't want that either.