I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM - Sex Stories

I THOUGHT I WAS A LESBIAN UNTIL MY BOSS FORCED ME TO FUCK HIM

... notice, as the lump in his pants was significant and difficult to hide.

I always refused his advances.... but I needed the job, so I kind of encouraged his attention, and didn’t complain about the occasional nudging and touching.

I didn’t hate my job, per se, but I knew I was screwing things up. I’m definitely not a numbers person and, unfortunately, my job was nothing but numbers.

After I’d been working there for about five months, Glenn discovered that I’d been fudging the Treasury Reconciliation Report each month... that was the report that compared amounts due from our customers to the actual cash received by the Treasury department. I could tell he was furious when he came by my desk just before it was time to go home one day, and told me to stop into his office before leaving. I suspected he’d figured out the errors I was making on the monthly report, and I was freaked out for the last part of that day.... I totally expected that, when I left his office after our meeting, I wouldn’t have a job to come to in the morning.

That day I was wearing a flare-bottom mini-skirt, and a thin silk blouse with tiny buttons down the front, tucked in at the waist. As I headed toward Glenn’s office at the end of the day, I nervously unbuttoned two extra buttons on my blouse... exposing even more cleavage than usual. I ‘fluffed’ my boobs for a second and quickly pinched both of my nipples a few times... making them stand up a bit more.... then knocked on Glenn’s office ...

... door. He called me in, then told me to close the door behind me and to take a seat.

Glenn had a really nice office.... ornate bookshelves lined one wall, with a big, dark mahogany desk as the centerpiece of the room. Directly in front of his desk were two over-stuffed wing-back chairs, with a matching sofa against the far wall behind them. I’d been in his office many times since I’d begun working for him, but this was the first time I felt a bit of trepidation.... fearing that I was about to be fired.

As expected, Glenn was livid about the mess I’d made of the monthly reconciliation report. I sat quietly through his tirade, with my head bowed and my eyes downcast, as he finished chastising me and laying out his final decision.

With anger in his voice, he grumbled, “I have no choice, Wendy.... you’ve fucked up a critical report that is going to make me, and this entire department, look like goddamn idiots. I’m letting you go.”

I noticed that, even as he raged at me and my inexcusable mistakes, he couldn’t take his eyes off my heavy breasts and obvious nipple bumps. I saw him unconsciously adjust himself through his pants at one point, and thought to myself that I might still have a card to play, after all.

With my head still downcast, I leaned forward in my seat so he could see further down my blouse... hoping that the sight of my dangling boobs, and my silk blouse draped off the tips of my stiff nipples, would help make the case to keep my job.

“Glenn, I know I ...