About three months ago, I was transferred to Vicky’s group. She tended to micromanage, but I adapted well and learned to how to make my work product conform to her preferences. Little did I know, that’s not all I’d be doing for her.
When she started keeping me later than everyone else, I assumed it was because she depended on me for quality work. The relationship I had with my girlfriend was already on the rocks and after three Friday nights at the office she made the decision for me. When my girlfriend became my ex, I told Vicky about it and she offered to take me out for drinks.
We hit the bar across the street and Vicky really poured it on. I hadn’t planned to drink very much, but she ordered me an Irish Car Bomb as soon as we sat down and kept the shots coming. I should have known what was on her mind from the way she sipped her single glass of wine and kept ordering me shots. I had forgotten all about the girlfriend after thirty minutes of drinks. When Vicky’s hand brushed across my thigh, it shot a wave of lust through the rest of me. Vicky was hot, but I’d always thought of her as my boss. I guess I worked harder for her than I would for a lot of other bosses because I definitely wanted her to like me.
Vicky slipped the company card to the bartender and let her fingers keep walking up my thigh. My dick had never been harder. We went back to the office and fucked like animals on top of the conference room table. Afterwards, I was still too tipsy to drive so she took me home with her and we made love again. This time, we stretched it out and I sobered up as I was going down on her. One second, I’m enthusiastically licking her clit and the next second, I realize that i was enthusiastically licking Vicky’s clit! A pang of fear set in and I quickly accommodated when Vicky’s hand directed my mouth to different parts of her anatomy.
I woke up cuddling her and with a hard on. I didn’t really know what to do, so I just kept spooning and tightened my arms slightly. When Vicky woke, she discovered my predicament and giggled. Lying on her back, she grabbed my dick and pulled me on top her so that I straddled her stomach. When she asked me to jerk off and come on her tits, I eagerly obeyed. When she asked if I would lick them clean for her, I gulped, but did what she wanted. It was humiliating.
Vicky was hot, but a good eight years older than me. I ordinarily wouldn’t have gone for her, but she was my boss and I needed the job. After using my tongue as a jizz-rag, she drove me back to my car, winked, and told me she’d see me at work on Monday.
Monday and Tuesday were normal enough, but when Wednesday arrived, I discovered Vicky had cleared my schedule. I and everyone else thought I was being sent across town to attend a meeting, but once in the car, my blackberry started buzzing and I discovered Vicky had made an appointment for me at her Spa. All I knew was that I had a 10am appointment with Ms. Raines.
Ms. Raines let me in on the surprise. Vicky had been kind enough to prepay for a male Brazilian. Ms. Raines had the wax heated up and acted as if I should have been expecting it. Stunned by Vicky’s audacity, I followed Ms. Raines into the back room where an incredibly painful process began. It hurt. It hurt alot! I’d never felt anywhere near as exposed and violated, but when it was over, Ms. Raines gave me an ointment to use and asked if I’d like to schedule a follow-up in 4-6 weeks. I told her I’d have to get back to her.
When Friday came, Vicky asked me to stay late again…
