The Boss Is Always Right - Sex Stories

The Boss Is Always Right

... my face. She moved around almost cutting off my breathing as she humped my face. “Eat me out you fucking piece of shit,” I know – I hear you saying this is sexual harassment. Why take it? I hear you, no job is worth this right? Well, I don’t know but it is my job and she is my boss and by god she is one hot woman even if she is a dyke. I know it is humiliating to be held down by a woman but still I am loving this part of it. So what the hell, I’m going to make the most of it. She may throw me out on my ass but maybe, if I can eat it well enough, I can save my job. I hit that cunt with the best pussy munch I had done in my entire life. I would have lost my wife years before if I hadn’t been a world champion carpet muncher. I worked my tongue from clit to deep down in the sweet pussy. She humped my face and bucked on me hard. Then she even let out a moan, just once but it was guttural, primal and it told me plenty. I didn’t need her to scream. Her bucking body and that alone utterance fucking said I was doing a good job. It ended with no more warning than her pounce on top of me. Standing she moved away behind her desk pulling her skirt down as she walked away. She smoothed out her clothing while looking down at me. There was a hint of a smile, just a trace mind you. Then she sat down. Her scent hung in my nostrils the fishy, musky fragrance of freshly washed pussy was sweet. Damn I felt the pre-cum ooze from my prick. Looking down I saw it stained my pants. “Get up you ...

... look like a doormat,” getting up quickly I picked up the chair. “For now, little man, you live to sell another day. But there is a price for your declining sales. I demand your numbers change right now. I have a way to help you out. It isn’t a pleasant task, but the other choice is unemployment. I don’t even think you are employable as a salesman anywhere else.” Oh fuck, here it comes – a fucking hammer to my head. “I have a client, two actually. They’re your customers and both of their purchases have fallen off significantly over the last few months. Hastings is threatening to drop us, they are currently buying most of their stuff elsewhere. While Jennings – well they are borderline with dropping us as well. They have shifted ninety percent away already. Mr. Hastings likes your wife he will be in town this weekend. He wants you to watch while he fucks her,” She paused staring at me. I knew she wanted me to say something but what could I say. I was devastated this would be so humiliating. “Well?” she demanded an answer. “I don’t like the idea of watching them, but if I have to then I will do it. What concerns me is I don’t know if she will do it.” “A whore like her and you don’t know?” “Yes, she likes cheating on me, she likes fucking other guys. I don’t know if she would do this as a favor to me. God only knows if she would accept me watching,” I was honest. “Go, now and find out!” She snapped at me like a turtle, “There is no point in talking about Jennings if Hasting isn’t ...