This is a bit long, and more build-up than anything, but here goes…
About seven or eight years back, I took a short term managing position with a company. I was to manage a team of about 25-30 mostly temporary employees for about a six month project. It wasn’t supposed to very exciting, but the pay was good, and I was looking for something new to do.
About my second day on the job, I received an email on my personal account. I didn’t recognize the sender’s name, and it wasn’t a specific person’s name – more along the lines of “flowergirl789@gmail” or something like that. I read it over, and it was vague, but friendly. “So glad to have you as our new director. I hope you have a good time with our company. I’m looking forward to meeting you and working for you.” The email wasn’t signed. I hadn’t really even learned everyone’s names yet, but clearly whomever sent this email was being coy and keeping their identity a secret on purpose.
I thought about ignoring the email – hell, my personal email wasn’t given to my new subordinates – but I decided to reply. I told this person thanks, and that hopefully this position wasn’t too bad. I asked some generic questions about the company, trying to get some of the details about office politics, etc. I also asked for a name so I knew with whom I was speaking.
My mystery employee continued writing me back, not telling me who she was. We began to write each other fairly frequently throughout the day. At first our emails were mostly business, but it didn’t take them long to become more direct. She asked me if I thought any of the employees in the office were attractive (and which ones), and if I had ever had an office romance. I remained as diplomatic as possible, especially since I still didn’t know who my mystery emailer was. I did not reply to any of these emails from my work computer, as I was strictly using my phone. In my head, I figured I still had an alibi if anything ever went sour.
About our third day of emailing, I checked my email to find one entitled, “your first clue as to who I am.” It had a pic attachment, and I opened to find just a cell phone pic from the waist to neck of a glorious set of full, beautiful chocolate colored tits. I was shocked and aroused, and immediately began trying to determine which of these new employees this could be. I had it narrowed down to about two or three women and had a hunch it was probably one named Kim, but still wasn’t positive. I wrote her back quickly, complimenting her on the pic and telling her how good and hard it had made me. I closed my office door, snapped a quick pic of my bulge, and shot it back to her. I still wanted to be sure who this was, without forcing her to write out her name. I also had made my pic anonymous enough to be able to deny its me if I ever needed to. We began sexting and sending photos back and forth, never showing our faces, but after about the third pic I was 100% sure it was Kim.
Kim was a quiet, reserved lady who sat in the back of the office. She had probably said less to me than any other employee, and it was a major turn-on to see the transition she was making in our emails from a quiet and shy reserved girl to this sexual animal. She was probably early 30’s, black, with short black hair and a great full rack. She was in pretty good shape – no super model but definitely one that could still make you look twice. I would send her a shot of me rubbing my cock, and she would reply immediately, “running to the bathroom to get you something good.” I’d see her walk by my office, disappear for a few minutes, and then my phone would buzz with a new pic or vid of her playing with her pussy or pinching her own nipples until they were nice and hard. We knew we were both being dangerous and risky, but we didn’t seem to care.
After about three days of swapping vids and pics, we (of course) stepped it up one more notch. Kim sent me an email saying, “I want to suck you off in your office” and I happily told her yes. I told her to come by my office later that afternoon after most people had left to draw less attention. Granted, this was going to be somewhat crazy, as Kim and I had never really even spoken one on one. All of our interactions had been via email, or work related in a group setting. But sure, enough, as the office began to clear out, Kim, came by my office and shut the door. We didn’t even say a word to each other, as she immediately dropped to her knees and I began undoing my belt, and sliding my pants down.
Kim was a great cocksucker, and she happily worked my shaft with her lips and tongue. She seemed eager to make me cum, and began cupping my balls in her hands as well. Alternating between fast and slow, Kim sucked my cock for a good long while, while I sat back with my eyes closed, my hands on the back of her head. Soon, Kim picked up her pace, and I began to more forcefully move her head back and forth. Things quickly escalated from a blowjob to an all out facefuck, and I could feel my balls beginning to tighten. With a full body convulsion, I blew several strands of cum right down Kim’s throat, and she happily kept sucking my cock until it was dry. Without saying anything, Kim left my office and shut the door behind her.
Kim would probably suck my cock fifteen more times over the course of my time with the company. We never fucked, never did anything else really. Several times we would email and say that we should probably stop, but horniness and excitement would take over and I would find Kim back on her knees in my office. After my project stopped, we sexted for a bit longer, but eventually that died off as well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ozhig/sexting_with_subordinate_leads_to_blowjobs_mf
Good story. Would love to have her on my team.
Call centers lol
Do you know if she did this with others?
Wow I’ve always dreamed of being the subordinate in this situation!