“Do you call this a report? It's barely fit for the recyclin..
Published: July 29th 2024, 1:00:40 pm
“Do you call this a report?
It's barely fit for the recycling bin.” Boss Lily said.
Tearing apart the stapled document and throwing it onto my desk.
"Re-do it. And while you're at it, make sure the sales projections are ready by end of day. We can't all afford to slack off."
Hours stretched into an eternity as I reworded the report, skipping lunch, fuelled by sheer determination and a mounting sense of inadequacy for this role..
Lily’s criticism and dominance was so sensual though; how could I possibly concentrate?
By evening, my desk was littered with empty chocolate bar wrappers and scribbled notes.
As I placed the revised report and projections on the desk, I could hear in the distance the sound of footsteps approaching, not any footsteps sound, those were heels, Louboutin to be exact. I knew that sound… it was her.
The ticking of her heels on the floor was like a the ticking of a time-b0mb about to explode.⏰
Lily glanced up, waiting for me to raise my eyes up from the desk, as I gulped, I looked up.. her lips curling into a smirk.
"About time. Now, let's see if you've managed to produce something halfway decent."
She scanned the documents, her expression unreadable. I stood there, every muscle tense, my cock twitching in my trousers, thinking how hot would it be to be shouted at, again and again, over and over.
I need this job, since the mortgage, the infinite issues with my wife, I can’t bare to weaponise my incompetence for the few seconds of pure sexual pleasure I gain from it.
To my surprise, Lily merely nodded. "Better. Finally, some progress."
But then she sat down, her leg raised, her Louboutin heel was on my chest, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "I have a new task for you”
She softly moaned as her hand unzipped her skirt, revealing her crotchless pantyhose, and her wet, slightly haired pussy.
I quickly took the document papers and held them on my lap, I don’t know why I had the urge to cover my erection while she sat there touching herself..
I still felt the need to be a diligent employee,
as her mouth opened again, I ejaculated some pre cum.
“Come and eat my pussy” she said.
I beg your pard..
“Come And Eat My Pussy, Now.
Don’t let me tell you again”.
My body was so hesitant, but the bl00d on my dick flowing like never before, I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest, I stood up from the chair, I kneel down onto her.
My hands touched her nylon legs, my body froze.
I was almost about to cum, I could smell her Devine yet Devilish pussy right under my nose.
I was under her control, but
I was hesitant.
I was doubtful.
What if this was all a trick?
I had no time to think as
She grabbed my head and shoved it in between her legs, tightened them together. Like a small fish I was caught by her hook.
Her sweet pussy all over my mouth, I start licking mad👅 repeatedly like I was in a trance..
I came.
In my trousers. Fuck.
I could hear in the distance the sound of footsteps approaching, Louboutin to be exact.
Walking closer and closer.
Who could it be?
It was her, obviously.
I raised my head from my desk, an empty chocolate wrapper stuck to my forehead, the documents, unfinished, full of my saliva; My trousers full of cum.
The door opens. 🚪
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