Working Hard for a Raise
*this is of course a work of fiction and fantasy. Any reluctance is part of the fantasy and not meant to represent a real situation.*
I’ve just returned home from work. Finally. I shower, enjoying the hot, delicious water and my luxurious organic soap. I get out of the shower and check my phone.
Oh God. A text from my boss. She can’t make me come in tomorrow. I need at least one weekend to myself here and there. Instead, I’m pleasantly surprised to see an invite to a gathering at her house tonight. I’m pretty tired but I know it’s important to accept these kinds of invitations. I text her back, “I’ll be there! Thanks for the invite.” Then I go into my room. I wear a bodysuit as underwear beneath a black tee-shirt dress and add a dangly necklace. I figure it walks the line of casual but sophisticated very well, and the lacy bodysuit underneath gives me a smooth silhouette. I’m ready to go.
My boss and her husband have no kids, and live in a gorgeous house on the nicer side of town. I’ve been there a few times, and usually the place is surrounded with cars. But besides their own luxury cars, I only recognize the car of one of my coworkers, Jessica. Shit. Did I get here too early? I hate Jessica. She’s pretty and a little edgy, but underneath is quite prickly. We haven’t gotten along at all in the year that we have worked together. We also got hired right at the same time, so there’s a significant amount of rivalry.
But it’s too late to turn back so I steel myself up and walk to the door. My boss opens the door. “Chelsea. Come on in. We’ve been waiting.”
“Hi Carrie. I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I was late.” I’m still confused as to why no one is really there. Carrie leads me into the living room, where her husband and Jessica sit, each holding a glass of wine. I feel uncomfortable. Carrie sits next to her husband, her lithe body looking striking in a purple bodycon dress. I nod awkwardly at Jessica. Everyone has stopped talking.
“Hi ladies. I want to get right to things.” Carrie looks at us expectantly. “As you both know, we’re looking to grow our company. We need to promote one of you to help us on this journey. This promotion will double your current salary. However, it’s a tough call. You both have done a great job and we can’t decide which of you is a harder worker. So we invited you over to settle things once and for all.”
Jessica is confused but direct. “What do we have to do?”
That’s when I notice Carrie’s husband adjust his seat. Through his black pants I can see his erection. I didn’t peg them as the freaky types but I’ve been wrong before. I’m also a little insulted. I think the situation is super hot, but having Jessica here might ruin things for me. She’s openly homophobic and has made me uncomfortable and afraid of accidentally revealing my bisexuality. Plus, in any threesome/foursome situation, a woman who is normally straight has to be prepared to be more adventurous, or no one will have any fun.
“We want you girls to show you’ll work extra hard for us,” Carrie says, sitting on the couch next to him, reaching to stroke her husbands cock.
Jessica looks shocked and confused. “Are you serious?” Carrie nods.
“Let me just ask my boyfriend if this is ok,” Jessica says. She leaves the room.
With her gone I realize I have the opportunity to get a head start. I can tell Carrie is completely in charge of the situation, so I ask her for directions. “How would you like me to start?” I ask.
She smiles and unzips her husband’s pants. “We’ll start easy. Start by sucking this. Don’t get him too turned on. We want him to last a long time, so start gently.” He’s big, not too veiny. Impressive but doable. I get to work, wrapping my lips around his head and sliding up and down slowly. Carrie puts her hand on the back of my head. I hope Jessica doesn’t come back. I wish it could just be me getting handled so well. There’s nothing like being with an experienced couple who knows what they want. Jessica would mess up the flow.
Or maybe I’m just jealous. I don’t want to think about sharing this thick cock with her. I think I’m cuter, but she’s bustier and decorated with a few tattoos. Maybe he’s more into her. I keep sucking, and normally I would begin to pleasure myself, but I can sense it would not go over well with Carrie. She has strict rules about how she wants me to perform. I’m extremely turned on now, and I wish I could sit up on his lap and put his dick inside me.
As I suck and fantasize, Jessica returns. I hear her enter the room behind me. “He says it’s ok, as long as it’s just a one time thing.”
“It is,” says Carried. “Now why don’t you come over here and take Chelsea’s place?” She yanks up on my hair, pulling my dripping mouth off her husband. I cough and look up at him. I really don’t want to give him up. Yet he seems eager to trade. Carrie pulls my ponytail and I scooch on my knees to her side of the couch. She slides up her dress to reveal her shaved pussy. I remind myself she’s the one I really need to make happy, and that crawling all over her sexy husband would probably just make her want to fire me rather than promote me.
“I know what I’m doing, don’t worry,” I say, and lean in to start licking her clit. Consistency is key when really trying to get a woman off, but in the early stages, just playing around and varying stimulation can build a ton of excitement. I begin with tight licks around the outside of her clitoris, then add heavier, more direct licks. She moans, which is gratifying, but I hear her husband moaning too. I didn’t make him do that. I’m pissed, which inspires me to go harder. I put my whole face in and suck hard, pulsing my tongue, like I’m trying to give her a hickey. I can feel her heat in my mouth and I put my hands on her hips to hold her back and steady her. I would normally insert a finger or two to help finish her faster, but I don’t want to overstep by assuming she wants to be penetrated. Still, she cums pretty quickly, which is again extremely gratifying and powerful. As she cums, I reduce the pressure, still licking gently. I never stop just because a woman has orgasmed, because it’s just an opportunity to keep building her pleasure after getting her primed and sensitive.
However, Carrie is satisfied. “Good job, Chels. I can really tell you’re motivated.” Her face is flushed and her strapless dress has slid down. She doesn’t fix it. This is why I love fucking women. Women’s bodies can cum so much more powerfully and I love seeing a confident, assured woman melt into a puddle of lust and longing. But she has enough composure to stay focused on the task at hand. “Now Jessica, how about we switch places and you show me what you’re willing to do.”
Jessica makes a face of fear mixed with a hint of disgust. “I just can’t. I’m not a lesbo ok… it’s just not my thing.”
“What did you even expect for the evening? You signed up for this, didn’t you?”
Jessica looks away. Carrie is once again aloof, closing her legs and adjusting her skirt. “Alright then. It looks like you’re going to have to learn a lesson if you want this raise after all.” She and her husband look down at us from the couch. Then he speaks.
“How about she practices on Chelsea to learn some humility?” He says. He has a devious light in his eye. I assumed incorrectly that he was dominated by his wife. He must have a sadistic side to him, to want to revel in the humiliation and reluctance of Jessica licking my pussy. I like him more now than ever before.
“I like that idea. I think first we should get these girls undressed a little more.” She says. “Can both of you please strip?”
I hesitantly oblige, more for the show of reluctance than reality. If I’m too eager and slutty, it will ruin their enjoyment. I leave my necklace on and take off my dress. I’m glad I chose the sexy, sheer bodysuit for underneath. It unsnaps at the bottom, and I undo it and prepare to slide it over my head. “Oh, Chelsea,” Carrie says. “How about you leave that on? Leave the bottom open, but it looks so good on.” I’m glad she said that. I hate when my lingerie goes to waste.
Jessica takes off her clothes more hesitantly, until she’s only in a bra, thong, and heeled boots. “I didn’t say you were exempt from my order. Take it all off, except the boots.” She does look hot, her spirals of floral tattoos adding an edge. She’s better looking naked than in clothes. She’s still going to suck at going down on me, but at least I have the nice visual.
“Now, Chelsea, make yourself comfortable on the floor, and Jessica, get into position to eat her pussy.” I sit on the floor with my legs spread, putting on a show for our hosts sitting on the couch. Jessica gets between my legs and lowers her face. I put a gentle hand in her hair and stroke her scalp. I relish her full body cringe and her reluctance.
She sticks out her tongue and gingerly licks my outer labia. It’s not doing much. I take my hand from her hair and use it to spread myself out and press a finger on my clit. “That’s where your tongue should be.”
She looks up at me, hatred in her blue eyes. Carrie says sharply, “Jessica! Have you still not learned your lesson?”
“I think she needs a little help,” her husband says, coming off the couch to kneel on her legs, pressing them deep into the plush carpet. She’s now laying face first into my pussy with her legs spread and pinned under his shins. He’s facing me, and I make sure to look him in the eyes and connect. “Could you hold her head still for me?”
I comply, pressing her face into my left thigh. I look at her nervous yet belligerent face, and stroke her industrial piercing lightly, wondering how much it would hurt her if I gave it a good pull. I’m also jealous, thinking that Carries husband is going to teach her a lesson with some forceful fingering, wishing I could be in her position.
Instead, he lifts his hand and cracks it down hard into her soft, white ass. She screams, tears forming in her eyes. He smacks again. I’ve never felt such satisfying schadenfreude in my life. Watching her suffer so intimately and knowing she’d soon be forced to pleasure me again was the best revenge possible. One more time, he hits her, and her shriek becomes more guttural. I notice Carrie sitting on the couch, simply watching. Her husband sits back up and moves back to the couch. “Now, Jessica, lets try that again,” He says.
I put her face back between my legs and this time she really goes for it. Her method is an amateurish gobble, but it still feels really good. I let out an exaggerated moan, feminine and high pitched. “She’s so good,” I whine. “Such a natural. I’ve never had someone eat me out like this before.” Obviously I’m fucking with her, but our hosts don’t realize that.
Carrie is delighted. “See? I knew she had potential.”
My words actually do seem to inspire her, and she goes harder, keeping her head more stationary as she grinds in with her tongue. I feel my chest flush and body shake as she makes me cum. She had the benefit of the hot situation and how turned on she made me with her crying, but I give her a lot of credit as well for how satisfying my orgasm is. She pulls away as soon as I stop shaking and looks back at Carrie and her husband.
“Good job, Jessica. You needed some discipline, but you overcame that obstacle really well.” Carrie gives her an approving glance. Fuck. Jessica sits up on her knees and smiles.
My frustration spills over. “Are you kidding? I’ve given my best effort this whole evening. She barely tried.” I regret the words as soon as they leave my lips.
Carrie looks predictably pissed. “She went out of her comfort zone and did something hard for her. This evening has been awfully easy for you, as most things seem to be.” I knew she liked me less. I stood up and began snapping my bodysuit closed. I wasn’t having fun anymore, and if I wasn’t getting the raise then there was no point in being here.
“Sit the fuck back down,” Carries husband says. His anger magnifies his sexiness. Maybe there was a reason to stay. “Actually, take everything off but the necklace and get on your hands and knees. Jessica, why don’t you sit with Carrie, and you two can enjoy yourselves while I take care of this.”
As I strip my last garment and get on all fours, I see Jessica climb to the couch and sit next to Carrie. Carrie whispers to her, and Jessica lays back with her legs spread. Carrie starts using her hands to pleasure her, and I’m torn between jealousy for Jessica’s leisurely treatment and excitement and fear over whatever is coming my way. She must be getting over her fear of being with a woman, because she starts moaning and gasping with each touch.
Carries husband drops his pants and kneels behind me. I’m expecting a spanking, but instead I feel the hard tip of his dick push against my labia. He doesn’t take much time to thrust in, hard. He grabs my pendant necklace, not too hard, but enough so I’m partially choked. He starts hammering inside me almost immediately. I’ve already cum but this is the first real penetration of my night, and it’s still tight down there. He feels so full and massive that the hard fucking quickly becomes painful. I squirt, juice dripping out, and the lubrication helps. Again, I feel myself build to orgasm. I realize I have been loudly moaning this entire time. I don’t really care. He feels so painfully full and intense my body only knows how to respond one way. I cum, shaking, as he constantly pumps through my orgasm, keeps fucking until the extreme sensitivity subsides.
“I don’t know, honey,” Carrie says. “She seemed to enjoy that too much.”
Jessica chimes in, vengefully. “Fuck her in the ass.”
Are you kidding me? I expect Carrie to be pissed, but instead she just smiles. “I think that’s a fair enough idea.”
Her husband grabs my hips more forcefully. I start to beg. “Please, please start slow. I’m scared, please don’t hurt me.” I know that is what he wants to hear. In fact, I’d like to consider myself a bit of an expert, but it would ruin the illusion of degradation and reluctance. He complies, using my wetness as lubricant to start massaging around the outside of my anus. He slides one finger in, stretching out the sensitive area. I’m so excited. There’s nothing a man like him wants more than anal. I want the sense of accomplishment from making him cum.
He removes the finger and starts pressing his dick, slowly entering just past the threshold. He starts with tiny, restrained thrusts and then moves in with longer strokes. It hurts but not unbearably so. This is what I love about anal: the pain, the taboo, and the satisfaction of giving someone their ultimate fantasy. He fucks my ass faster but doesn’t go in all the way, thankfully. He starts to groan again, a guttural, masculine sound. Only a few minutes after entering, he cums, leaving his trace all inside my asshole. Usually I like a condom for this purpose, but that’s ok. As he pulls out he’s clearing satisfied in every way.
“Good job, Chels. You really went above and beyond, and you should be proud. Even if you can barely sit down to get home this evening.” Carrie adjusts her dress. The mood has shifted dramatically and I send the close to the evening.
“So who is getting the raise?” Jessica asks as we pick up our clothes and begin to put them both back on.
“Oh, that.” Carrie says. “I already decided to promote both of you. The salaries will double, but the only downside is that you’ll have to share an office. However, now that you know each other so well, it shouldn’t be a problem.” Carrie laughs.
I put my dress back on, and so does Jessica. “So basically, this was all for nothing?”
“Not nothing. If one of you would have refused, both would have lost the raise. I need to know you can work together.”
I look at Jessica and she looks back, mortified. I just laugh.
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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/avh9fi/working_hard_for_a_raise_fffm_spanking
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