"...since we are in the midst of a labor shortage I have a lot of work to catch up on. So Iâm going to need you to prove the veracity of your claims while I work on some critical emails.
Yes...your claims. Letâs start with the easiest to debunk. You told Mrs Star that you were well-endowed? Well, Iâll need to see that..."
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Recommended Voice: Strict, professional, Icy Dom. This is a punishment, not a reward.
Written by u/Mental_Trap - you can find more of my scripts here.
Commissioned & Voiced by u/BrittanyBabbles
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Please, come in. Have a seat.
Is this your first time being called into my office? Then we should get the formalities out of the way, shouldnât we? Iâm the head of human resources, [NAME], and youâre âMister.â
Notice I didnât use your name? Thatâs because *personnel* in this office have names. The people who work here - people in my computer - have names. You? I donât know if youâll be working here after our meeting. So for now, youâre just âMisterâ to me.
You donât seem phased by this. In fact, you seem amused. Amused by the possibility of being terminated. Which I more or less expected. Itâs that cocky attitude of yours that landed you in my office, actually. That, and your behavior. Which is totally inappropriate for the workplace.
[Pause]
What do I mean, âinappropriateâ? Take your behavior right now for instance. Since you walked in you havenât stopped leering at me. Most men content themselves with a quick glance at my cleavage, before fixing their gaze on my eyes. But youâve practically indulged yourself - looking down my blouse, or up the hemline of my short pencil skirt. At the garter and hose peeking out from under it - or at my hips, and the way my belt cinches above it.
Hell, your eyes have barely been above my neck since you walked in.
I *would* remind you that youâre here to be chastised, Mister. And you should have the decency to avert your gaze. Lest you dig yourself deeper. But even looking down, I can see you eyeing my knee-high leather boots. Does everything turn you on? Is there nothing about me, or the position youâre in, that *doesnât* cause that bulge in your pants to grow?
Yes. I noticed.
Since you donât seem to be taking your situation seriously, I have something to show you. Something that might put a dent in that cocky front you put up. If you would direct your attention to my computer screen...
Look familiar? Thatâs right. Itâs the office cubicles. You didnât notice the cameras during orientation last week?
[Pause]
Actually, if you read the fine print in your employee agreement, we *do* have the right to record you. You agreed to many, *many* interesting things when you signed the dotted line. But weâll get to that...
You seem very serious all of a sudden. Donât worry. I wouldnât bring you here if I didnât think you still had some value to this company. Our visit may not end in termination. Yet. You just have to demonstrate remorse, and an eagerness to please me.
Now, do you see the date-stamp on the footage? This recording was from yesterday. And do you see whoâs sitting on the corner of the desk, right next to the copier? Thatâs right, itâs you. Youâre two-for-two!
Now, watch who comes to use the machine.
Thatâs your co-worker, Mrs Landry. Youâve described her to your co-workers as - let me read from the complaint
[SFX: Leafing Through Papers]
âThe most fuckable office mouse youâve ever seen.â
In this video Mrs Landry acts shocked at something youâve said. She claims you, quote âOffered to fill her to the brim.â in the janitorâs closet.
Youâre not smiling. Can I assume Mrs Landryâs account is accurate?
[Knowing Tone] Mmm-hmmm.
Can I also assume you singled her out for a reason? Do perverts like you have an M-O? Something about Mrs Landryâs glasses - her shy demeanor - her short, formal dress make you want to flip it up over her waist and make her scream? *If* she screams, that is. If she doesnât just go still and whimper. She was so shaken by your comment, by the way, I could barely get her to talk.
I have another recording.
This is Mrs Star, last week. She says that when you passed her cubicle and saw her idly swatting her thigh with a ruler, you offered to lay across her lap to give her something to spank. You said, quote âIf you put me across those thick thighs, I bet my erection would poke all the way to the back.â
I might remind you, Mister, that Mrs Star is a mother of two. She cannot help the thickness of her legs. And as she is also a single mother, Mrs Star is especially sensitive to the comments of crude, horny men. Men like you who would only use Mrs Star and her âthick thighsâ as you put it - to get off.
Should I continue? Yes. Thereâs more.
Do you recognize this young woman? Thatâs right. Her name is Abby. Abby tells me you refuse to learn her name. She says youâve exclusively called her âCoffee Girlâ since you started here. Do you know how old Abby is?
It should suffice to say - Abby is one of our college interns. And is thus an inappropriate age for you to offer, quote âTo use your masterful tongue on her little-girl parts.â
Iâve scanned the footage back to your hiring date. You seem to take special joy in singling out Abby. What is it about a cute, young girl blushing at your inappropriate behavior that gets you excited?
[Pause]
Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Any other office would fire you at the first infraction. You realize that?
My biggest concern isnât that you felt bold enough to harass the women of an all-female office. My biggest concern is you either didnât think theyâd report it, or you didnât care.
Men like you infuriate me. You strut. You act shameless. You bluster about your sexual performance. But in the end, you never try to back it up.
[Pause]
Why do you look surprised?
Thatâs what Iâve been trying to tell you. Mrs Landry...Mrs Star...Abby...Thatâs why they filed complaints. They say you havenât backed up any of your claims. You brag about your endowment, your sexual prowess, your ability to perform cunnalingus. They say you made theseâŚ*lewd* offers. But none of itâs confirmed. Thatâs why youâre here today.
Youâre in my office so I can verify your claims. And if I canât verify them, Iâm going to have to let you go. Understood?
Very good.
Now, if youâd like to keep your job, Mister, Iâd suggest approaching my desk.
[Pause]
Now...since we are in the midst of a labor shortage I have a lot of work to catch up on. So Iâm going to need you to prove the veracity of your claims while I work on some critical emails.
[SFX: Typing Starts]
Yes...your claims. Letâs start with the easiest to debunk. You told Mrs Star that you were well-endowed? Well, Iâll need to see that.
Go on. Pants off, Mister.
[SFX: Belt Buckle, Pants]
[Disaproval] I understand there might be some...hmmm...âshynessâ at play here.
Iâm not an unreasonable woman. If it would help you reach full arousal, you can rest your balls on my thigh while you stroke yourself.
Right here. [Pat Leg] The heat of my thigh, and the softness of my skin in these pantyhose should be enough to get you hard. And just for the sake of this demonstration, you have my permission to look down my blouse. Especially since youâre standing over me.
So go on...get hard for me. Show me how big you are.
[Slight Gasp]
[Impressed] Well...thatâs not inconsiderable.
[Clear Throat] But we can do better, canât we? Especially after the claims youâve made.
[Whisper] I want you to stare at these big, soft tits, straining against my shiny white blouse...and I want you to stroke yourself against my thigh. And Mister, if you make me do it for you, Iâm not going to be nice about it.
[Pleased] There. Good boy.
Keep stroking. I know youâre almost fully hard. I can feel your cock smearing precum down my thigh. Getting my pantyhose all messy. But I think you can do a little better. This test isnât complete until I see you at your absolute height of arousal.
Good...
You may feel a bit of pressure under your balls as I lift my knee. I can tell by how your cock is jumping against my leg, it *is* quite pleasurable for you. But I want you to know, itâs not strictly for your enjoyment.
Iâm pressing my knee into your balls, just a little, because I enjoy the blank slack-jawed look on your face when I do it.
Look at that...look how much precum your cock is drooling onto my leg. If you keep going, youâre going to end up staining my skirt, too. You really are shameless, arenât you? No - Donât stop. Donât you dare stop. I want to feel your cock throbbing against my thigh. I like knowing you canât help yourself. Staring at my big, soft tits, while your cock is straining.
Stand up.
Donât act surprised. Stand up, so I can push my chair back.
Now, you may notice my workstation can be raised up - to be a standing desk. Thereâs a reason for that.
See how the desk is at the perfect height when Iâm behind it? Especially if I pull my skirt up, and brace my hips against the edge?
Mmmmm, you like seeing my ass sticking out from the bottom of my skirt? Like seeing your pre-cum dripping down my leg? My lacy black panties disappearing into my slit, like an arrow for your cock to follow?
So, why donât you?
Thatâs right. You bragged to Mrs Landry about âfilling her upâ. Before I allow you to go back to your cubicle, I need to know you can back up your claim. So go ahead. Slide my panties to the side. Fill. Me. Up. Mister.
[Gasp - Being Entered]
Oh...FuckâŚ
[Playful] Is that all? I can feel you hot and throbbing inside me, but youâre still holding back a little. Whatâs wrong? Afraid you wonât measure up? Or are you having trouble?
Am I squeezing you too tight?
[Sharp Moan]
Fuck, thatâs right. Give me everything. I want you to hilt yourself in me - let me milk this beautiful cock with my pussy.
Reach around me. Grab the desk, so you can get some leverage. So you can show me how big you really are.
[Pace Speeds Up]
[Moan]
I want to hear the heels of my boots clicking, as you fuck me up onto my tiptoes.
God, right there. [Breathy, Bouncing] You know, your claims might not be as baseless as I thought. Youâre fucking me so deep, I can feel my breath catching.
You seem to be really enjoying yourself. When you came into my office, I bet you didnât think youâd be fucking the HR manager for your job. Did you?
[Moaning]
You know...because youâre being such a good little underling, Iâll allow you to reach up and grab my breast. Just one. So you can feel how it bounces when Iâm being fucked so enthusiastically.
Oh, fuck. I might have to call you into my office more often. Have you stand behind me while I work...fuck my stress away.
[Gasp] Okay...wait. Wait.. Pause.
Good boy. Iâm actually surprised you take directions this well.
[Teasing] Whatâs wrong? You look frustrated, standing there with your cock dripping from my juices.
You thought Iâd let you cum inside me?
[Tsk-Tsk] Sorry, Mister. You havenât earned it. Not this time. You still have one more outlandish claim to prove.
You remember, donât you? When you told Abby about using that âmasterful tongueâ of yours on her little girl parts? Well, hereâs your chance. I want you to get under my desk, slide my panties down to my knees, and demonstrate how you use that tongue.
Go on.
[Amused] I like seeing you crawl like that.
Now, I want one of your hands on my ass, pulling my pussy unto your mouth. And I want to see your other hand stroking that big, frustrated cock of yours.
[SFX: Licking]
[Moan] Oh, fuck. Fuck!
Iâm not going to say your lewd advances around the office have been justified...but at least you have *some* of the qualifications you boast about.
Oh⌠so eager, are we? Is it because you like my taste? My juices, getting all over your face?
Is it because you like the feel of my tight ass, clenching under your fingers? Or are you just that desperate to keep your job?
Oh, fuck. Right there. Fast licks, now. Faster. And I want to see you stroking yourself, Mister. I canât have you leaving this office with blue-balls - to go out and harass the girls. Can I? If it helps, you can imagine Iâm Abby. Imagine youâre licking that tight little intern pussy...
[Gasp] I can tell you like that. I can see you dripping cum on my floor. And you mashed your tongue against my clit. Do it again. Just like thatâŚ
Fuck, Iâm close. And I donât want to be here all day waiting for you to finish, too. So Iâm going to count to ten. While I count, I want you to eat my pussy like itâs a scoop of ice-cream, and youâre trying to lick it upright again.
[Panting, Groaning, like you might cum before this countdown ends]
Fuck, yes! Just like that. Lick it like itâs melting. Lick it back into the cone. Keep stroking that degenerate cock, too. I need you to cum while I grind my pussy into your mouth.
10
9
8
Thatâs right. Rub my juices up and down that cock.
7
6
[Moan] Fi-IVE-uhh⌠Fuck. Keep that up, I might cum before you do...
4
3
2
1
Cum for me. Cum, while you eat me. When you cum, aim it into my panties, you fucking pervert. I want to see your hot white seed on my underwear.
Fuck, I canât hold back...Youâre...licking harder, as you cum. Not fair...not...fucking...fair...fuck!
[Orgasm]
[Heavy Breathing]
Now then...
[Clear Throat]
If I pull my panties up with your cum inside, like this...itâs not about you. I just enjoy it the feel of it, hot against my skin, while I work.
And itâs not an invitation to make sexually explicit comments toward me, either. Nothing between us has changed. Got it?
Yes...youâre being allowed to return to work. Now that your wild claims have been verified.
Oh, one more thing...
Because of your harassing behavior, you will now be at the sexual disposal of every woman in this office. Whenever one of them wants to relieve tension, theyâre to use that monster between your legs. And you must comply without hesitation. Understood?
Good boy. Now, back to work, Mister.
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