Another story of how I let my [f] boss use me

I’ve shared a few stories about how my boss had sex with me for several months when I was 19. Usually it was just in his office, a couple times he had me meet him somewhere and he’d fuck me in his car. This is one of the times that I felt the most conflicted about at the time, but looking back I get really turned on thinking about it.

It was after work one night. It was late enough that it was dark outside, but not in the middle of the night or anything. He text me and said he was down the street and needed to talk to me real quick and for me to meet him outside.

I kind of panicked. My parents were still awake and while they were used to me coming and going whenever but if they saw my boss I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to explain what he wanted at night like that.

I snuck down stairs and put the door trying to be as quiet as possible. I waited in the front yard until I saw my boss’s car pull up. He drove straight into the driveway and waved me over.

I remember being suddenly very self convoys that I was wearing pajamas, or sweat pants or whatever. My boss was kind of picky about what I wore into the office and I felt really underdressed for him to see me like that.

I got into the passenger seat and awkwardly tried to start small talk. He didn’t even really respond to me very much, just a couple short sentences before He just pulled his dick out of his pants and pulled my head down to his lap.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had me give him a blow job. But something about him driving to my house just so I’d suck his dick. I mean, he’d already been near my house when he called. He just assumed I’d do it. It felt kind of gross, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how my mom’s car was parked right next to us.

But I did it anyways. I don’t think I ever said no to him anyways. He put his hand on the back of my head and kept pushing me down on his dick. He wasn’t violent, it wasn’t like he was fucking my throat, he just pushed my head up and down.

After a few minutes he started cursing under his breath and moving his hips. He wasn’t real fat or anything, but he had a bit of a gut and he kept bumping my head into the steering wheel.

Toward the end he held my head still and just slid his dick in my mouth. And he held my head still as he came in my mouth. I remember being so worried about making a mess in his car that I swallowed without even thinking about it.

When he was done I sat up and he talked to me for a few minutes before telling me goodnight. I got out of his car and tried to sneak back into my house.

My dad saw me as I was coming in and asked where I’d gone. I said something about looking for something in my car, but I remember being terrified that he’d somehow smell my boss’s cum on my breath. Which is ridiculous I guess, but I was so paranoid.

Anyways. That’s another story about my boss. It’s probably not my most humiliating blow job story, but did mess with my head for a while. I don’t think about it much anymore, but when I remember it I get really wet. I think it’s part of what really exasperated my desire to be used.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/le9azr/another_story_of_how_i_let_my_f_boss_use_me