Dress Code, part 2 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 2

As she kneeled before her boss and took his erection in her mouth, Anne found herself incredibly aroused. Part of it made perfect sense. Mr. Slater was magnetically good-looking and sexy, and Anne had always enjoyed performing fellatio. In contrast with women she knew who found the act --particularly when done kneeling-- to be submissive and demeaning, she had always felt power in its performance. She had the man’s penis in her mouth. His manhood. He was totally at her mercy. His arousal was a matter of her actions, as was his orgasm, (or lack thereof). She could reduce men to puddles of desire with her skilled mouth. But this was different. As much as she had usually felt in charge while sucking a penis, this time her boss was at least as much in charge, and probably more. She felt a pressure to perform, to please him that was somewhat new to her. In the past pleasing the men whom she sucked was in large part about the satisfaction of knowing that she was good at it. It was as much about her ego than his pleasure. This time it was different. The same air of command that made Mr. Slater the kind of boss that it was embarrassing to make mistakes around made her want to please him and not be found wanting. As his she lowered her mouth deeper around his girth, she was again struck by the incongruity of the situation. Not longer than half an hour earlier, she had been a well-put-together junior associate (second day on the job), called into the senior partner’s office for a ...

... quick chat. In a dizzying set of events she had been asked to show her compliance with the firm’s stringent dress code, which even covered underwear. When she had been found in violation, she had been spanked and fingered to orgasm by her intimidating boss, Mr. Slater. Her offending undergarments had been taken away by his secretary. Finally, wearing nothing but her heels, she had been instructed to suck his cock. Which she was now doing. Mr. Slater’s cock was large and smooth, and he was either naturally hairless or he kept his shaft shaved. His balls were not in sight, as all that was protruding from his dress trousers was his penis. Despite its size, his cock was not uncomfortably large in her mouth. She had once been with a man who proved that there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. He smelled clean, with a hint of baby powder, and she eagerly explored his cockhead with her tongue, swirling it around the helmet as she sucked on it at the same time. She risked a look up again at her boss, and she found his face as sternly forbidding as usual, all chiseled angles and firm expression. His eyes, however, were smiling at her, and as they made contact with hers, he told her, “Excellent, Miss Burlington. I am finding your work more than, unnh, satisfactory.” His tone made clear that he was making fun of his own otherwise pompous words, as did his groan, which he had not been able to stifle. Anne was delighted, and practically glowed from the compliment. She redoubled her ...