“So, how’s that twenty percent raise sounding, Alycia?” he asked.

The pain of his cock driving into her barely lubed asshole, the burning of his hand clutched at the back of her neck, the ache of her arms pinned behind her arched back, and the shock of her tits slapping against her ribs with each of his thrusts made it hard for her to answer with much more than a moan, but she shook her head yes.

“I’m really glad they allow men to fuck their female bosses while negotiating raises now. It makes things go so much smoother,” he said.

He let go of her arms and her neck, then wrapped his arms under her legs and lifted her into the air, still impaled on his cock. Then he walked over to her desk, sat down in her chair, and let her slide down the full length of his cock. He pushed a pen into her hand and placed a short stack of papers in front of her.

“I’ve already drawn up the new contract, so you can go ahead and sign it.”

Alycia signed the contract without reading it, hoping that would persuade him to cum up her brutalized ass sooner.

“That’s great! Now, I get to fuck your ass all day, every day. Your tits, cunt, or whatever else.”

“Wha- Fuck that hurts! What did you say?”

“I made sure to modify the contract so that my job is pretty much me fucking you whenever I feel like it, with a three hundred percent raise. This is about to become the best job I’ve ever had.”

“I’ll- I’ll quit…”

“You can’t. That’s in the contract too.”

“Fuck!”

“Exactly. Now, get ready, because I’m about to cum up this tight ass and then I’m going to need to have my cock cleaned with that dirty mouth.”