By K Quinn
|(MF, job, dom, oral)|
I am on my way to my interview with the boss in his office. I am the final interview of the five female employees -- one of us will be laid off. It's been hard to read the other women after their meeting with the boss. Two seemed very quiet but rather upset, and the other two came out with smiles. I feel confident, as I have been recognized a number of times by the boss for my 'above-and-beyond' attitude and approach to the work. He and I have a good professional relationship that is also relaxed.. some light-weight flirting now and then, nothing serious. He is fine, I'll say that!
But today I intend to prevail in keeping my job from the cutback, so I have dressed for this occasion with deliberation. I'm business-like but sexy at the same time, in a red blouse stretched somewhat tight across my breasts, with the top two buttons undone; a black skirt of modest above-the-knee length, but with a back slit halfway to my ass; black thigh-high stockings, and black spike high-heels.
In the office he welcomed me warmly, perched on the corner of his desk.
As he spoke, I slyly dropped my pen to the floor and leaned to retrieve it, knowing he could look down my blouse to see cleavage and my black bra. I re-crossed my legs a little higher, so that now he could see that I wore the thigh-high stockings. He made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was staring.
'Well, I appreciate the recognition for my assuming the extra responsibilities. I enjoy helping wherever help is needed'.
'Will you help me with something right now?' , he said. I could see a hard-on growing in his pants, and I knew what he wanted, but gave no clue.
'Certainly, what is it?'
"Will you help me decide who keeps her job?'.. he chuckled, as he unzipped and his quite large cock popped out and pointed to me.
'I don't know...' I said, playing dumb and coy.
'Yes, Sir '. He unbuckled his belt to allow his pants to fall, while staring at me in silence.
'Go open the office door halfway, then remove your blouse, and your bra, and drop them to the floor-- then come here, in front of me'. (This was meant to humiliate me and display his control, I suppose - ha.)
'Good, good-- now pinch your nipples for me', he said as he grabbed my pussy and squeezed it hard , and ordered me to lift my skirt.
I did as told, and he shoved two fingers roughly into my pussy. I knew that he thought he was using his power status as an abuse, just because he could 'get away with it' under these circumstances. But he didn't realize yet that I was not traumatized or shocked by his behavior, but instead welcomed his sexual attention. He had been correct, I had always wanted his cock, and wanted it now !
He told me to drop my skirt to the floor then turn around. and bend over.
Guys like him get off on the "Sir", but I found it hard to keep a serious face when saying it. As I faced away from
him he slid his cock up and down my ass division a few times.
He ordered me to turn around to face him again, and get to my knees. The spot he indicated was in view from the open door. He shoved his thick cock at my mouth, as if to force it in. I licked the head with its pre-cum, twirling my tongue down, as he gasped loudly and moaned... My motto of the moment is- suck a cock, keep a job. No big deal!
'You love sucking cock, don't you? You love this one best, you will tell me. You're so much better at it than the other women here.'
I took him deep down and coughed a few times so he would feel the contractions from my throat. He closed his eyes and began mumbling lowly to himself....
This was the moment I'd been waiting for.
'I know about you.. I know your secret'.
He said nothing for a long minute, then I could see the pieces were falling into place in his onsciousness; that he recognized there had been an abrupt shift of power here.
"I'm the only one in the office who knows, never mind how.. .you wouldn't want it open knowledge that you have that 'other life', would you?-- that on frequent occasions you wear a spiked leather collar and leash in shame to your Mistress.. the one who orders you to lick her boots?'
He dutifully dropped to his knees and pulled down my panties, all the while looking up at me. He was really quite talented with that tongue, after having acted like such a jerk earlier. In no time I was spinning and moaning, shoving his head closer.. ... "Yes, more, more..."
As I dressed to leave his office, he remained on his knees in the same spot.
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