Petra's Pay Rise - Sex Stories

Petra's Pay Rise

... one?”

“What?”

She grinned, smiled, stood and, with the chair’s cushion in her hand, came around the desk. “Give me a raise and this will happen… fairly often.”

I turned my chair and looked up at her. My jaw dropped. My brain was conflicted. I was the boss who didn’t want to be inappropriate. I was a man who wanted this so badly. “Wouldn't that be inappropriate?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I could get a new job without this. I would rather stay here.”

She dropped the cushion. We both looked down and back up.

“I’ll give you a raise,” I said - my words crashing together. “You don’t have to…”

“Don’t you like women?”

“I am your boss.”

For a fraction of a second, she looked annoyed. Then her face softened. She bent down and pressed her finger to my lips.

“You have proven you are good.” She winked and stood back up.

I let out a breath and looked up at her.

“I’ll make it easy. I can see you’re a little uncomfortable.”

I nodded. My cock twitched.

“Listen carefully. You now have to make a choice. You have to pick what to say. Four words. If you say anything else, I will quit. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded.

She smiled. “Good. Here are your choices. You can say ‘See you on Monday.’ or ‘Get on your knees.’”

My jaw dropped open.

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

I looked at the cushion.

She looked at the cushion.

I gulped.

She smiled.

“Get on your knees.”

She smiled as she sank to her knees. “Why did you have to make ...

... that so difficult?”

I pointed to my lips.

“Oh. You can speak freely now.”

“Because I had to be sure.”

She rolled her eyes and started to rub my cock through my trousers. Her hands were small. My cock started to twitch in anticipation. “I am curious. How many women have had you in their mouths?”

“None.”

“You must have dated some real bitches.”

I didn’t say anything. I just gasped at her touch. The truth was, I was a virgin.

“He really wants to be in my mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Oh yes.”

Her fingers stroked the zip of my trousers. I undid the button at the top so she could pull my trousers down. My cock was bulging now stretching the material of my black boxers.

She gripped me. “He is a good size.”

I was average. The compliment made my cock twitch. I was speechless. I felt I should say something. All the things that came to mind were porn cliches.

“Let’s get a good look at him.” She pulled my cock free through the flap in my boxers. She cupped my balls as if weighing them. “Very nice indeed.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“You don’t normally call me ‘sir’”

“No,” she said. “But I’m sucking my boss’s cock for a raise. Do you object to being called ‘sir’?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I will call you ‘sir’ but only when nudity is involved.”

“That,” I said, “sounds amazing.”

“I have thought about you putting me on my knees almost since the moment we met."

“I have had the same thoughts.”

“Really,” she said. “You never even ...