*Popping a boner at work is pretty unprofessional, don’t you think?*
Especially in front of your boss. I’d probably write you up in disgust
if I didn’t want to see what you could do with that thing. So that’s your
punishment. Show me your dick. I know you won’t run to HR about it.
Not bad. While I’m ahead I’d ask you your kill count with that thing but
seeing your search activity on the network during your breaks I’m making
an estimated guess of zero. Yeah, I look at that kind of stuff. Yours
the most. You have some pretty interesting and specific tastes, almost
like you’re looking for someone exactly, or at least someone who looks like them.
As if you had an intimidating, strict boss who you’d had enough of one day
and you wanted to throw her onto the floor, pull her by the hair and shove your cock
between her lips and down her throat, hearing it squelch and hearing me-uh, her, gag
and spit and make muffled protests, staring into her eyes that are rolling into the
back of her head, letting yourself go pumping your cum right into her stomach.
You like that idea? Taking control of me, using all of me as a cocksleeve as payback
for all the times I yelled at you in front of everyone or needed you to cover
a shift? You’re nearly panting. From the first time I lashed out on you for fucking
up a document and making you stay an extra hour and saw the look you gave me, I’ve
always been able to tell you’ve wanted to rip my blouse open, pull down my skirt and
fuck me hard and fast on top of MY desk, moaning and panting in ecstasy, my legs high
in the air or wrapped around you, never letting go as you fuck my brains out of my head.
But you won’t. And I’ll have you know your place. But I’ve teased you enough, and
you look like you could use a break. Go on. I’ll let you jerk off to these thick thighs
you’ve dreamt of grabbing and seen swivel across the office they run, as long as I don’t
catch you sniffing your desk where I’m sitting when I get up. I might even reward you by
removing a few of these shirt buttons or massaging you with my feet if you impress me.
**You won’t deny me.** Let me see.
Just like that. Just the way you’ve always done it, in your car once your shift
is finally over or looking at my Twitter media late at night in your bed before
you sleep and come to visit me at work again. That photo of me in that cropped tank top,
with the perfect amount of underboob you could slide your dick in and grab and thrust
between my tits through? I knew you’d like that.
You must be in heaven right now. The next best thing would be me actually fucking you;
any way you could imagine. Ruining me and forcing yourself into my asshole, having me bouncing
on your dick as you’re pulling my arms back, making that orgasm-inducing sound of my ass
slapping against your thighs. Maybe, as always, I take control and pin you on your bed,
let my hair down onto your face and moving my hips along your shaft, making sweaty, passionate love.
Or maybe I’d just grab your head and force you to eat me out until my hips start bucking
and I squirt all over your face. I’m sure this is nothing you haven’t imagined before
but it’s different hearing me say it, isn’t it? You have to be going insane.
You need to release. Tell you what; if you hurry this up, as an apology for torturing you
sexually and mentally, **I’ll swallow every last drop of your thick cum** just to prove that I
can. If I miss a drop on my tongue I’ll give you more of a raise than I already have.
Don’t get carried away; touch me and I’ll crush your balls underneath my shoes and throw
you out the door myself. But you’d enjoy that, too.
I’ll even get on my knees for you. What a view, huh? This is the lowest you’ll ever see me.
Are you ready…sir?
**Cum in my mouth!**
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/8gu4xv/forced_to_jerk_off_in_front_of_the_workplace_boss