My bitchy boss wanted to blow me [mF] [oral]

The summer after I graduated from college, I got a job as a paralegal, and it was at that law firm that I met Rachel. She was my boss, and if I was lowest on the totem pole, she was somewhere in the middle…along with doing her own job, it was her responsibility to make sure the paralegals were doing theirs.

I won’t lie; I absolutely hated her. In my entire life I’ve never known a more uptight, bitchy woman. Rachel was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties, a brunette in black stockings and gray dresses, with her hair bobbed short, and she never seemed to smile. On her desk, her papers and pens were always lined up perfectly flush with the edges. And no matter what I did, it was never good enough.

I should say, by the way, that I really needed this job; I was lucky to have it and could barely afford to live in the city as it was. So I was doing my absolute best.

I remember my second week, she assigned me a case to review and present to our team…a big one, too. I worked all fucking week on it, skipped lunch and everything. The day before my presentation, I was sifting through case details when she came up to my desk. “Listen,” she said, “there’s more to this than I thought. You need to incorporate extra files for tomorrow.” She set down a thick stack of papers on my desk.

It looked awful, but she was my boss and I wasn’t going to make trouble. “Okay,” I said. I took the extra work home and worked until two in the morning, made sure it was perfect. Then the next day I gave my presentation in front of everyone, and when I was finished, Rachel got up and stood up next to me. “Everyone,” she said, “Sorry the case didn’t get fully analyzed.”

I couldn’t believe it, just stared at her in amazement. But she didn’t even look at me.

“I’ll make sure the department”—looking at me—“stays up to par. Trust me,” she said, to the whole fucking room. My face was burning red. And then she called me in for a performance review the next day and gave me a ten-minute spiel about everything that was wrong with my work. “You need to treat this job with respect,” she said, jamming her finger into the pages. I wanted to kill her.

That was how it always was with Rachel. If I used blue pen instead of black to mark something, she’d make me redo it. “Fix it,” she’d say. “We can get more paralegals, you know.” If I took one extra minute for my lunch break, she’d call me in the next day and ask if I was planning on reimbursing the company.

She made my life miserable, but as the job wore on, I realized that she held herself to as demanding a standard as me, and in a weird way, I kind of felt bad for her. Rachel would work through lunch every single day…not most days, every single day. On Fridays, our firm would have wine in the breakroom and everyone would hang out, but not Rachel; she’d stay at her desk and work. And if she did come, she’d stand around awkwardly, staring at the floor, hovering around the edges of conversations. I couldn’t help noticing that she had no wedding ring.

Everyone complained about her, too. Once at lunch I saw her overhear people talking about what a bitch she was…not just people but powerful men, senior members of the firm. “Frigid,” they said. “Good worker, bad personality. That’s a girl you’d work with and nothing else.” I looked to see her reaction, but her face didn’t change at all. She just looked down at the floor again.

I even kind of respected her. Bitch though she was, Rachel was one of the only women in the firm, and she worked harder than anyone else, by far. And the work she did was great; even as a paralegal, I could see it. People hated her, but they respected the work she did. The guys that laughed at her said she would probably make partner before forty, too.

I started to fantasize about her. That’s how it started. One day it was warm out and instead of black stockings and a blouse, Rachel wore a blue dress. I had never noticed her soft, tan legs before, the curves in her calves and the firmness of her thighs. I couldn’t stop looking. I had never thought of her as a sexual person. I looked her up and down during the daily meeting over and over, her full breasts and golden legs, the tiny tattoo of a butterfly on her thigh. She seemed like she didn’t know she could be sexy, or that she had a sexy side.

I stared at her so long that she saw me. I looked away, quickly, but when I looked back, she was still watching me. I figured I was fucked.

And I was sort of right, because she gave me a ton of extra work that day. So I worked late, and as usual, she did too, so me and her were the last ones in the office. As I was finishing up my work, she walked up to my desk. “You,” she said. “I need to see you. Come to the supply room.”

Can’t you see me right here?, I wanted to say. But she was the boss. “Sure, Rachel. Let me just finish this.”

“Finish it later. Right now.”

The supply room was full of boxes and old papers. I followed her in there, wondering what she wanted. “Yeah?”

“Don’t say anything,” she said. Her eyes were brown and she was really quite pretty, though her face was still drawn up and unsmiling. Without looking into my eyes, she dropped to her knees, her legs together, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. She started stroking it, making me hard, cupping her fingers around the base. Then she took me in her mouth, running her tongue along my shaft.

She was so warm and wet. Rachel sucked me like she was imitating a girl in a porno; she bobbed her head up and down, hard, taking my whole cock in her throat. I ran my fingers through her hair as she sucked me, her eyes closed and demure, her lips wrapped around my dick. She’d suck on my balls, too, and jerk the shaft off while she did. Her tongue felt so good flicking along the surface of my sack. She licked the precum off the tip, and when I put my hand in her hair, she gave a little moan. So I pressed down, instinctively, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth, and she moaned harder.

I was so turned on and she was sucking me so hard that I exploded…thick bursts of cum, three or four maybe, through my balls and into her mouth. She swallowed it all. And as I went flaccid, she kept sucking me, getting every drop, lapping at my balls and kissing the shaft of my softening cock.

Finally, she stood up. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair, normally perfect, was messed up. I didn’t know what to say. And she must not have either, because she just turned around and walked out of the closet and went home.

I didn’t know what to think. I decided to just do my job like normal. But the next morning, she called me over to her desk. “Hi, Rachel,” I said.

She didn’t even look up, just handed me a five. “Go to the café down the street and get me a bun. And don’t waste time…be back before noon or I’m taking it off your lunch break.”

“…all right,” I said, bewildered. But there was a long line at the café, and it took a little while. So I got back a little after noon, and when I brought the bun to her desk, I found her already eating another one.

She looked up. “Oh,” she said, “you were late, so I just got one from the fridge. I have a few in there.”

“Well,” I said, “can I have this one?”

“No,” she said. “Throw it away.”

I was confused. “Come on, Rachel, I’m hungry.”

“Throw it away now,” she said. “I’ll give you a written demerit.”

So I threw it her trash bin and went back to my desk, hungry and fuming. After work, though, she came up to me and and beckoned me to the closet.

I was so excited I almost ran there. This time, she leaned up, standing on her tiptoes to whisper in my ear.

“Please yourself with me, okay? Use me.” Her voice sounded younger, girlish and pleading. She got onto her knees, still in her gray blouse, and looked up at me.

I was rock hard in my pants and took her head in my hands. “Unzip my pants,” I said, and she did, pulling down my boxers, taking out my hard dick.

I guided my shaft into her mouth and she began bobbing up and down on me, and I thrust in and out. Her tongue was so warm and wet. After licking the base, she sucked on each of my balls, running her hand up and down my cock. I began pumping my hips back and forth, grunting, sliding myself into her. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock. Her hands were on my hips, and I held the back of her head. Finally it was so good that I couldn’t resist any more and I came, hard, three or four spurts into her, and she sucked it down, taking all of me. As my cock drooped, she took my sack in her mouth and gently sucked on it.

She stood up and I took her face in my hands. I would have kissed her but her eyes were closed, her face turned away. So I let her go and again, she left.

That was the arrangement we fell into. The bitchier she was to me during the day, the harder I’d be on her in the closet. It was such a turn-on seeing her confidently giving presentations or assigning work, knowing she’d be on her knees for me soon, pleasing me as hard as she could.

We continued like that all summer, and I was pretty sad when my internship ended and it was time for me to leave. I did have a nice moment with Rachel on my way out, though. It was the interns’ last day, so everyone was hanging out after work at the bar by our firm to celebrate. Rachel, as usual, stood by herself.

Near us were a few more company bigwigs, and I heard them talking shit about her, unaware of how close she was. “She needs a good dicking,” one said. “I mean, Christ, lighten up. Can barely stand to say hi to her in the morning.” Rachel stared at her phone, her face reddening with embarrassment.

In that moment I felt a great affection for her. Since it was my last day anyway, I couldn’t resist breaking in. “Maybe,” I said, “but she does more and better work than both of you. She’ll be running the place someday. And she deserves to.”

They bitched me out pretty bad, and, unsurprisingly, I didn’t get hired back. But right then, seeing Rachel smile was worth it.

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