Story by All These Roadworks (2022).
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Marissa knew she was being a bitch at work, and she knew that if she didn’t do something, it was going to get her fired. But she just got so stressed all time. She worried so much about projects, deadlines, priorities.
She searched the internet for solutions, and finally after Googling “how to stop being a bitch”, she came across a forum, populated mostly by men, recommending a particular self-hypnosis audio file.
Curious, she downloaded the file, put on some headphones, and lay down in bed to listen to it.
She fell asleep within minutes.
It worked like a charm. When she woke the next day, she found she just didn’t care about anything. It was so lovely and cosy in bed that she didn’t bother getting up and dressing for work - she just lay there, naked. And when she realised that there was a pleasant warmth between her legs, she began to idly masturbate, not caring whether she reached orgasm, just enjoying the feeling in the moment.
Around noon, there was a knock at her front door. It was her boss, Stephen, coming to check on her. She was never late for work - certainly not without actually calling in sick - and it was so unusual for her to just not show up that he had come to check that she was safe.
Marissa got up and threw on a lacy nightgown. Getting properly dressed would be a lot of work, and she found she just didn’t care enough to do it. The nightgown didn’t close properly in front, and her large tits weren’t properly covered, but she found she didn’t care about that either. She just felt so relaxed.
She opened the door to Stephen, and his eyes widened as he saw her tits.
“Marissa, I was worried when you didn’t show up to work,” he said. “Are you all right?”
She smiled. “I was just getting some relaxation,” she said.
Her eyes strayed down Stephen’s body, and came to rest on his groin. Her boss had an erection tenting his pants - probably from the site of her naked udders.
Part of her felt like it should be alarmed, that her boss was seeking her half-naked, and that he was sexually aroused by it. But she didn’t really care about that. Part of her was a little ashamed, and embarrassed, and humiliated, but she didn’t care about that, either.
Stephen would like to fuck her, she realised. And she didn’t really *want* to fuck her boss, and she wasn’t really attracted to Stephen - but it would make him happy, while she found she didn’t really care at all whether a man fucked her.
Well, maybe she cared a little. After all, her pussy was still wet from her very pleasurable masturbation that morning….
She reached out and stroked his cock through his pants. “Would you like to fuck me, Stephen? You can fuck me if you want. You can do anything you want to me. I don’t mind.”
Stephen took a deep breath. “I think everyone at the office would want to fuck you, if they saw you like this, Marissa.”
That was a new thought for her. *Everyone* at the office would want to fuck her? It would take a lot of work to fuck every last one of her co-workers - even if they just wanted to use her once each. And they would probably want to use her repeatedly. She would barely have any time to do her real job.
But she didn’t much care about her real job anymore. If it would make people happy to use her as a cum-dumpster, that was fine with her.
She giggled - a stupid, infantile sound that was so unlike her usual behaviour. But it made Stephen’s cock twitch against her hand. She began to undo the clasp on his pants, eager to extract his dick and begin to please him.
His hand reached out, tentatively at first, to caress her breast - but when she didn’t pull away, he grabbed her tit, squeezing it hard enough to make her gasp.
When she felt Stephen’s cock twitch in her hand as he hurt her, she knew what he really wanted.
“Be rough with me,” she whispered. “Hurt me. Make me cry. I don’t mind.” And she didn’t. It didn’t really matter.
And even as Stephen pushed her down on the couch, and ripped off her nightgown, and roughly spread her legs so that he could force his way into her, she marvelled at how effective the self-hypnosis audio file had been.
She just felt so relaxed.