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Sexual Harassment - Chapter 1
Copyright 2003 Cute Little Thing
The story is so familiar I hardly need to repeat it. I'm talking about
layoffs of course and today it was my company's turn. It started this
morning, rumors started right away and by lunch it was clear what was
going on - our company had been purchased by a competitor, and they
were liquidating half the staff by sundown. Anyone judged to be
redundant was gone. Practically our whole building was being fired.
We all want to think we're unique, but I don't kid myself, ultimately
I'm identical to the scores of claims adjusters in cubes all around me.
Shoot, I am a good deal worse than many. I am a 24-year-old college
dropout with no skills and a painfully shy personality. Thin, small,
frail, and leveraged out my ass in credit card debt and car payments,
if I was lucky, I'd get a job in fast food, if not I'd end up on the
street. My girlfriend would dump me for sure.
"Alex... Alex!"
I looked up. It was Tracy, the ditsy but sweet secretary. She had tears
in her eyes, and her normally flawless attire appeared a bit rumpled.
"Anderson wants to talk to you now." She said and burst into tears. I
could still hear her sobbing as I walked down the long hall to my
boss's office.
"Alex, take a seat." Mr. Anderson said. He was a large man and his
frame blocked the light from the window behind him.
"You obviously know why you're here today. You're not a total idiot,
that's one of the things I like about you." He paused for dramatic
effect. "We're firing people today of course. Whole bunches of people,
entire branches are being systematically shown the door."
I couldn't understand why he was drawing it out like this.
He continued, "Of course, one of the things I like about my job is that
I possess a great deal of discretion in my actions."
He rose from behind his desk walked around until he was in front of me.
He leaned back against the desk and I noticed that he placed one foot
on each side of my legs. Sitting in my chair like that, his crotch was
directly at eye level. I could see the bulge in his pants and how it
stretched against his zipper. I felt ashamed that I noticed. I looked
away from it for a moment, but was afraid of being disrespectful. I
tried looking up at Anderson, my eyes wide and pleading, but I couldn't
hold his steely gaze. Ultimately I dropped my head and, afraid to close
my eyes entirely, stared at the bulge, massive and masculine. He was
talking, but I couldn't hear him, all I could think about was that
bulge, how big it was and how small it would make me look in
comparison. I was thankful I wasn't standing, as my penis is barely
visible in the front of my pants. It was shameful to be fired, and even
more so by a man so much larger than me - in every sense of the word.
"You don't mind if I stretch a little do you Alex?" he said.
I meant to mutter a "nuh uh", but nothing came out of my mouth. He was
looking down at me with his cruel, masculine handsome face. Having him
this near with his legs positioned in that way underscored how tiny and
frail I was compared to him. To my amazement he dropped his hand to his
bulge and started to rearrange his big cock through the fabric of his
chinos right before my eyes. I passed it off to locker room rules, the
kind of thing confident fraternity boys to mark their territory.
"My discretion allows me to pick and choose who I want to fire, and who
I want to spare. You know I could fire you right now, and you couldn't
do a thing about it. Practically the whole building is being laid off;
no one would believe you were fired for any other reason. Complaints
would be interpreted as sour grapes. Isn't that right Alex?"
My heart leaped, I felt hope for the first time that day, maybe I
wasn't going to be fired. I tilted my head up and looked at Mr.
Anderson's face for the first time, blinking my eyelashes slightly in
an unconscious effort to please him.
"Do you know why Tracy was crying so much when she left my office?" He
asked me.
"I supp... I suppose because you f, f, fired her, Mr. Anderson." I
could hardly speak, I sensed he was toying with me and all my terror
was now back.
"That's cute Alex, you have a little stutter there when you're nervous.
No Alex, I didn't fire her, she quit, and because she quit she won't
get any severance package or any unemployment benefits. Stupid girl,
and I was going to promote her too. Oh, don't look so surprised. With
everyone leaving, we're going to need young, how should I say this,
attractive people, to pick up the slack around here. I offered her the
opportunity to be my very special assistant, but she decided she just
couldn't handle the added..." He stopped and smiled at me, "added
responsibilities."
To my shock he began to ease down his zipper and I could make out the
outline of a thick half hard penis pressing against the tight confines
of his briefs. I couldn't believe he was actually doing it and my mind
couldn't clearly process the situation.
"So her loss Alex, but your lucky day."
"I don't know what you mean sir."
He fished in the fly of his briefs and pulled out his cock - - large,
much larger than mine, heavy and thick, and growing longer every
second. Adjusting himself he made sure to grab his heavy weighty balls
and pull them through the opening as well. I was trapped between the
chair behind me, his legs besides me, and now his large, thick,
uncircumcised cock in front of me.
"Do you understand better now Alex? When I heard there were layoffs
coming I looked around the office. Tracy was the hottest piece of ass
in here... I mean even a faggot like you must have noticed those tits,
didn't you Alex?" The word faggot felt like a punch in the stomach.
"B, b, but I think there's a misunder... misunderstanding sir - I'm not
gay." I blurted out.
My mind was reeling. I wasn't stupid; I knew what was going on. There
was a misunderstanding. I was terrified of this man, but to my growing
humiliation, I was also ashamed that my heterosexuality would likely
mean my firing. For a second my little desperate mind wished I were
gay. I needed this job.
"Gay? I didn't say anything about you being gay Alex. I called you a
faggot. A sissy, fairy, tiny... sexy little faggot."
His cock began to grow hard and lengthen, it rose so that the tip,
shinny with a drop of precum, was pointed right at my face. Its
impossible to say my reaction was anything but shock. I could hear
myself breathing, nearly panting with fear, and I have to admit it,
excitement as well.
"That's right Alex, I called you sexy. You are sexy too. Don't tell me
you don't know that. Don't try to play dumb, like you don't know how
men look at you wanting to fuck that little ass of yours. I'm talking
real men Alex, big strong, powerful men like me, not weak fairy sissies
like you. Of course you must not spend that much time with men like
that, that is, unless you've been sucking cock in secret all this time.
Have you been sucking cock in secret Alex? Do you find yourself in
those adult bookstores, on your knees, on those filthy floors, with
some stranger's dick in your mouth? Your urge to be a cocksucking whore
must be powerful to degrade yourself like that."
My cheeks were burning. How could he know? I had once or twice when
drunk, but I've never admitted it to a sole.
"Now, as I was saying Alex." Mr. Anderson continued ostentatiously
stroking his cock inches from my face. "I looked around the office. I
mean Tracy had the obvious advantage over you that she actually has a
pussy, while you - - - well you just are a pussy," he was smiling at
his own sadistic banner "but apparently she's religious or something, a
devout Jew or Muslim or something like that - must be the same place
she gets that hot olive skin I want to cream all over - anyway, she
won't fuck for pay, so its unemployment for her, and leaves me with
you. Alex, you pretty little thing, you are the next sexiest thing in
the office, the second hottest piece of ass. What do you think about
that?" He eased a hand behind my head and pulled it forward.
I am so ashamed, I was so afraid of being fired that I let him. Plus
who am I kidding, I was aroused. I was hot. My cock, no I don't deserve
to call it that, my tiny little penis was rock hard and making a little
tent in my pants. Mr. Anderson was treating me like his property, like
a little fairy sex toy, and my reaction? I'm such a faggot that I had
an erection.
I felt him press the smooth, mushroom head of his dick against my lips,
he rubbed it back and forth across them glossing them with precum.
"Kiss it." He whispered. "Kiss my cockhead you faggot bitch."
Self-control got the better of me, I pulled my head back.
"But Mr. Anderson, I'm a man. A guy, I mean..."
He pulled my head back by my hair so that my neck stretched and my
mouth opened. His strong massive hand pulled my hair so hard it hurt
and brought tears to my eyes, but it also turned me on. I was totally
controlled by the man, and he knew it. He dismissively tweaked the
hard-on in my pants with his fingers. I was so turned on, just from
that I almost came.
"You little queer, don't play shy with me."
Mr. Anderson stood straight up so he towered over me. He placed his
heavy masculine balls into my open gaping mouth. I could taste the salt
of his perspiration and smell his odor. He was sweaty, hot, and
masculine. His balls were so huge they overflowed from my lips.
"Alex, here's the deal. I am offering you a new job as my executive
secretary. I will double your salary, vest you in the pension, shoot
I'm such a nice guy. I'll even give you healthcare benefits.
Alternatively, you can refuse this promotion and quit. Unfortunately
your other job no longer exists. I have done my best to find
alternative employment for you, and if you refuse, you'll have no
recourse. Do you understand? No severance, no unemployment."
He fished in his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal tube, a lipstick
container. He opened it and showed the fresh stick to me - hot pink
like what high school girl, or what a porn starlet wears.
"Tracy must have dropped this." He said, though I knew for a fact Tracy
would never wear a shade like that.
He applied the makeup thickly to my lips so that they grew sticky and
wet. He pulled my hair from behind so that I fell forward out of my
chair onto my knees in front of him, his hand still controlling my head
and my mouth still open.
"Alex if you accept this job there's just one condition." He said as he
eased his cock between my newly painted lips. "You are never... NEVER
to refer to yourself as a male again. Don't mistake me Alex, you're not
a girl, at least not yet, but you are my bitch. My little sissy, cunt,
bitch. Do you understand that?"
I nodded my head, looking up at him with my eyes wide and his penis
filling my mouth, the salty taste of precum on my tongue. He started to
fuck my face more fiercely and I could feel the tears well up in my
eyes, and roll down my checks. I was ashamed, humiliated, practically
raped by this man, but to my further humiliation I was intensely
aroused as well. To my horror my little dick was standing at attention
and almost painfully pressing against my pants. Mr. Anderson pulled his
manly cock out and slapped my lips with it, pressing it in my face,
owning me through its placement.
"If you want this job little girly Alex, beg me for my cock." He was
rubbing his balls on my face and slowly stroking his massive shaft up
and down, I heard him start to moan. "Times almost up Alex, if I come
before you beg I'll move onto the third sexiest bitch in the building.
Beg me Alex, beg me for my cum."
"I w, w, want you cum sir." I whispered, aroused and ashamed, more
motivated by my desire than my greed for employment.
"Louder Alex, scream it, I want everyone in the hall to hear you." I
was crying now.
"I'm ashamed sir, please, I'm embarrassed, those are my friends out
there don't make me."
"C'mon faggot, you don't think they don't already know what a pussy you
are, you don't think you're they don't already gossip about what a
little fairy you are at the water cooler. We all know about you Alex.
You're a cocksucker, what makes you think you can hide that. Oh yeah
Alex, this is getting me hot, I'm so fucking close, scream it, scream,
'Shoot your hot cum all over my face' right now so they can hear you or
I'll, or I'll, or I..." He was grunting, and I could tell he was going
to cum.
To my horror, I yelled as loud as I could.
"Cum on me sir, cum on my face, cum on my face like I'm a hot little
bitch."
"Oh yeah, fuck YES!" he screamed as huge shots of jizz flew from his
cock and smacked me all over my face. My face was coated with his hot
sticky load and I felt a hot salty jet smack onto my tongue. Pussy that
I am, this made me cum as well.
"Oh my God." I cried in a high pitch voiced sounding for the life of me
like a shocked schoolgirl discovering she can orgasm for the first
time.
I felt my tiny penis leak its cum into my pants making a wet spot in my
crotch, just like I had a pussy wet from the excitement. Anderson was
rubbing his half-hard meat in my face, moving his cum around and
smoothing it over my lips and cheeks, using his manly dick as a
paintbrush to cover me so I glistened. He was the alpha dog, and I was
his bitch, he had taken me, and was now marking his territory with his
cum.
When it was done, he flung the door open, his thick juicy sticky cock
still hanging free. I looked out the door, on my knees, my face covered
with cum, and my lips painted pink like a girl -- there was no
mistaking what had occurred.
I saw the two people still left in the office staring at me in shock.
There was Lucy from accounting, the one I always joked with at the
microwave. She had a pretty face but was a little plump. She must be
who Mr. Anderson thought was the third sexiest 'piece of ass' in the
building. Then their was James, oh my gosh, my basketball buddy James -
what must he think of me? Then I looked at him and realized he was kind
of small and frail too, just not quite as cute as me. The fourth
sexiest bitch. I wondered if he would have been as compliant a slut as
I was, but to tell you the truth I hardly cared. With pride that
astonished me I realized that Anderson thought I was sexier than both
of them, and with self-satisfaction I realized that I truly was.
"You're all fired." Mr. Anderson said. "Go collect your severance. Say
anything about this and you'll never get a dime."
They started to yell, but he just slammed the door in their face. He
turned to me wiping his hand with a cloth handkerchief and smiled.
"So Alex." He asked rhetorically "How did you enjoy your first
assignment?"
To Be Continued...
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