I'm His Girlfriend Now, Both At Work And Off Work

We were out for happy hour on Friday after work and I got drunk. Drunk. My boss and supervisor was there and he was very upset with me. Very. He took me home, against my will, I wanted to stay. In his car, because I was too drunk to drive my car, I vomited. No chance to even get the window down, all over myself and the seat and the car. To say he was pissed is putting it lightly.

At my place, he took my keys from me and walked me by the arm to my door and let me in. He walked me straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower and shoved me in fully clothed. He gave me my toothbrush with toothpaste and told me to brush my teeth, he didn't want no woman with vomit on her breath. He forced me, I mean forced me, to undress in the shower until I was in nothing but bra and panties before letting me out into a towel he was holding for me.

He dried me off, including my face and forcing me to step out of my underwear while he dried me, if you want to call it that. He felt me up with a towel is what he did, pronouncing that from now on that was his pussy. By then he had me on the bed on my back and he was holding the towel between my legs staring down at me. He slapped my hands away from covering my boobs.

I asked him if he was going to fuck me. He said watching me drunk was the biggest turn off ever and he had to go wash out his car. He was going to fuck me, but not that night. He tore the towel off me and told me again that was his pussy and if I understood. Well, what could I do other than shake my head.

He fucked me on Sunday.

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