As she sits across from me in the small conference room at the end of the hall, I size her up. Black sneakers, skinny jeans and a black top visible under het white button down shirt. The first couple of buttons of her shirt are open as always so she has a nice cleavage showing. Her dark brown eyes look a bit scared, for good reasons. I’m the new manager of her team and she’s on the verge of getting fired. The file on her has been growing from long before I transferred to her team. We’ve worked together for over 3 years now, but I’ve never been her direct manager until now.
I wonder if she already knows what I expect from her. She’s recently bought a house and is a newly wed, her husband working some low pay dead end job so they need her salary. I just finished telling her we’re going to let her go if she continues slacking of like this and I made very sure to let her know that I was the one with the power to decide. “I could protect you, make sure you keep your job.” I pause for a second and run my eyes over her cleavage slowly to assure myself she sees me looking. As usual she doesn’t cover up and let’s me look. We’ve worked together long enough for her to know how to get things done with me and asking for something while she leans on my desk and casually looks in a different direction always helps. It’s not a punishment looking at her large breasts on her slim frame. I suspect she’s had them enlarged, but they do jiggle nicely when she moves, so they might even be real. “Hell, I could even get you a nice raise. That would probably help out with the new house, right? I only expect a little extra effort from you.” I let the words hang in the air. Considering her Turkish decent, she could be too proud, too stubborn to give in.
She’s weighing her options, I could clearly tell. I’m not bad looking, but I’m about 10 years older than her. She’s in her mid twenties and offcourse recently married. A few moments pass, but she doesn’t respond. Staring at the floor, not knowing how to react, hopefully thinking she doesn’t have a choice and not thinking about reporting me to HR. I decide to take a bit of a chance, get up from my chair and walk over to her. Standing behind her I place my hands on her shoulders. She involuntarily shivers when I touch her, but freezes up immediately after. Standing behind her I can look right down her shirt, even seeing a bit of the purple bra she’s wearing. I stand there enjoying the view for a bit, massaging her shoulders, and realizing I’m allready way out of line rubbing her shoulders like this. The thing I love most about this is that she’s lied to the company so many times allready, nobody will believe her. And she knows it.
I continue massaging her shoulders, towering over her with my 6’5, caressing the bare skin of her neck and jawline every once in a while. I wished I dared to to make her undress, but eventhough I booked the conference room I was scared somebody might walk in on us. I caress her cheek, lingering my fingers on her soft skin and step aside so I’m standing next to her chair. The buldge in my pants pointing at her face. She deliberately tries to look away, but I grab her chin and make her look up at me. “You do want to keep working here, right? I think it’s pretty rough getting a new job during this pandemic and it would be a shame if you lost the house.” My voice is calm and friendly, her eyes are shooting fire. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. “Answer me, Ebru. Ask me for the raise.” I look her dead in the eyes, trying to break her into submission, as I slowly unzip my pants a couple of inches from her face. She hesitates for a second, hatred in her eyes and says. “You’re a fucking pig, filthy piece of manipulative shit.” Still she doesn’t move away. I take a deep breath and take my cock out, allready hard from the powerplay. It’s not the monstecock I wish I had, but at 6″5 inches it’s truly average.
I let go of her chin as she carefully wraps her tiny hand around my dick and starts tugging it. Her new wedding ring touching the skin of my cock, we both look at it as she continues. My cock looks huge in her small hand and I let her at it for a bit, before placinh my left hand on top of her head and gently, but surely pushing her face towards my cock. I watch as she closes her eyes, as if she tries to imagine something else, something nicer. I can feel her warm breath as I hear her opening her mouth. The moment I feel her warm lips wrapping around my cock I grunt in pleasure from the build up tension. She starts lightly bopping her mouth, only taking the head between her lips, making sure she doesn’t have to taste it. Eyes still shut, but there’s an expresion of utter disgust on her face. I bend over a bit and squeeze her breasts gently. They feel firm and they’re definitely a handful. A high squeel escapes her, but she doesn’t stop sucking my dick, be it barely. “You’re a good little slut, aren’t you Ebru?” I keep touching her breasts through her shirt, I’ve wanted to do this for years so I’m taking my time.
“I’m going to fuck your little whore mouth now.” I say after a little while, she’s giving me a handjob with the only the head in her mouth. I can tell she’s an inexperienced cocksucker, poor husband probably never gets it. “If you play along nicely it’ll be over quickly and you can go back to work.” She looks up at me, humiliated and angry. Locking eyes with her, my cock in her mouth turns me on beyond believe. I still can’t believe I’m doing this, I just sensed an opportunity and grabbed it. Moving my hand to the back of her head I clench my fist, grabbing a handful of her long black hair. She’s still looking up at me, her eyes begging me not to do this, but she clearly wants this to be over so she doesn’t resist. I lock her head in position and push my cock into her mouth. Her teeth grind a bit, but humiliation her like this is worth it. I start fucking her mouth, slowly, so I don’t cum too fast. She’s just sitting there, taking it, her lips wrapped around my dick. Her hand on my pelvis ready to push me away if I go to deep. I look at her wedding ring and her pretty face and cleavage, even if I ever get fired over this, this view is worth it. I pick up the pace a bit, thrusting deeper and grabbing her hair tightly. She whimpers as I’m probably hurting her, but I don’t care.
I slide my free hand down her top and bra and grab her tit. Playing with her nipple between my fingers. She definitely had some work done on them, but it wasn’t not a cheap back alley boobjob. Still bopping her head up and down my hard cock I begin massaging her tits, with my hand inside her bra. She’s starting to resist half-hearted, moving away from me and trying to push me back with her little hand while the other is trying to get my hand out of her bra. I think she’s doing it to tell herself she resisted at least. I grab her hair even tighter and push her head down further until I hear the unmistakable gagging sounds I love so much. I hold her head in position by her hair while she gags on my cock. She’s desperately trying to push me away now, as she coughs up thick slime running along my dick. She manages to pull away and a thread of spit connects my dick to her heaving mouth. I see a drop of slime run down her chin and fall on her blouse. Her top all messy from me groping her and her eyes teared up from gagging. “You look like a real slut, you know? I like it.” I say smiling, letting her catch her breath. She doesn’t respond, only looks at me dirty and wipes the spit from her chin with the back of her hand. I get extremely turned on by her reluctant behavior and weigh my options. Would she let me fuck her or would that be taking it too far? I really want to bend her over the table and empty my balls in her. I decide to give her the option and grab the condom from my backpocket.
“Now that we’ve got aquinted, I want to give you a choice. Either you take of those little skinny jeans and bend over that table for a quick doggystyle, or we finish it with some more throating. Your choice.” She looked scared when I pulled out the condom, not ready for what was to come. She didn’t seem to like the option of gagging on my cock any longer either. I let her weigh her options a bit and nearly cheer when she gets up and starts undoing her pants. Her eyes focused on the floor. A light blue thong appears as she peals her pants down and steps out of them. Struggling to get them over her sneakers. I look at her tight ass as she turns around and awkwardly places her hands on the table. Not knowing if she should stay that way or bend over further. She nervously tabs the table as I walk up to her and place both hands on her ass and give it a little squeeze. “Don’t worry, Ebru. I’ll try to be quick, just relax. You’re doing great.” I drop my own pants around my ankles after quickly checking the door and place the empty condom wrapper on the table for her to see. I slip on the condom and gently push her down to indicate she should lay down on the table. No need for force anymore, she’s already given up. She obliges quietly, leaning on her underarms and taking position arching her back. She’s clearly more experienced with this than blowjobs. I move her thong away and take a look at her pussy for the first time. She has big pink labia between two big lips. I spit on my fingers and rub it between them. Her hand starts nervously tapping the table again and she’s breathing fast. I won’t drag it out for her, she’s clearly very nervous.
I rub the tip of my penis on her lips and slide between them. With the help of my spit and the lubricant on the condom I guide my cock inside of her slowly. I immediately feel how tight she is, probably due to stress and lack of foreplay. She feels amazing as I slowly slide deeper indside of her and put my hands onto her hips and grab hold. She squeels and clenches her fists, but doesn’t make a sound otherwise. I start thrusting, slow and deep, enjoying every bit of her tight cunt. I slide my hands in her shirt and rub her bare sides. “You feel so good, Ebru. You’re going to keep your job and get a nice raise, don’t you like that sweetie?” She doesn’t answer as expected. “Now, we’ve been in here a while, so I’m going to pick up some pace and finish. Okay?” I slide my hands back to her hips and pick up the pace. Fucking her harder and harder, slamming her legs against the table. She grunts every once in a while and I can feel myself getting close to an orgasm.
“Fuck you’re tight Ebru, I’m going to cum.” I grab hold of her waist and make my powerful last thrusts before I moan and start filling up the condom deep inside of her. Still inside of her I lean my hands on the table and catch my breath. She’s blankly starring at the wall and I can see tears running down her face. She’s so beautiful now she’s defeated and humiliated. I caress her hair and cheek, “You’ve been a very good girl, Ebru. You made the right choice, I know you don’t mind using your body to get what you want and after letting me look down your blouse so many times you were practically begging for this to happen, little slut.” I pull out of her and start taking of the condom and putting a knot in it. Once I’ve put on my pants again I watch her collect her jeans from the floor as well, there’s a visible bruise from where her legs slammed against the edge of the table. Leaning against the wall I watch her silently get dressed. “Now go clean yourself up, you look like a whore. I expect you back at your desk in 10 minutes.” I say before simply walking out and leaving her behind.
10 minutes later I watch her take her place, she works quietly for the rest of the day. Quietly, but productive. Taming a troublesome employee, upper management will be pleased with my accomplishments and it only took a small payraise, who would have guessed?
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