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I don’t like words like ?timid? or ?shy?. They’re just such weak words, and the world tends to be fairly cruel to the weak. Unfortunately, they are probably good words to use to describe me. I’ve been living the meek life of someone who’s perceived as weak.
I’m not going bore you with the details of my life. The basics are that I’m the typical unseen cubicle paper-pusher with no real outlook on life. I’ve lived up to this point with my head down and working hard toward some ambitionless goal. Needless to say, after 23 years of floating around aimlessly, with no one giving me so much as a second look, I was fairly frustrated. This story is about how I finally woke up from my coma-like existence and found my path in life.
I was working late one evening, trying to get ahead in the company by being a good little worker, when I heard some noise. It sounded like a woman struggling, and I quickly went to investigate while still trying to keep out of sight so I didn’t get involved or cause any trouble. When I looked over I saw my boss, Wendy Heartman, in her office with one of my co-workers, Bill, stripped naked under her.
Wendy was the thing fantasies were made of. Her face was framed with jet-black bangs of hair that clashed with her crystal-like green eyes. The features of her face were so perfect it was as though an ancient roman sculptor spent his entire life just to craft her. Although she dressed conservatively, there was no denying that she was unbearably sexy under it all. I certainly wasn’t alone in having my share of fantasies about the woman.
But this was no fantasy of mine. Bill was tied down, spread-eagle to the desk and she was riding him hard. It was a strange sight, and I was completely engrossed by the spectacle. I was so lost in watching her I completely forgot exactly where I was and what was happening. But that quickly changed as I saw her look in my direction. Our eyes met for a few seconds, before I regained my senses and hid back behind the partition of the cubicle. I was terrified that I would have been interpreted as a peeping tom, and had no idea what to expect. But to my surprise, the rhythm of their moans didn’t skip a beat. I wondered for a moment if she didn’t see me through the glass window of her office, but really didn’t want to peek up again to find out. Instead, I stayed low, snuck back to my work station, gathered my things, and got the hell out of there.
My heart didn’t stop racing until I was back in my little apartment with the cool water of the shower running over me. The image of the scene was still in my mind, and I had no idea why it had me so worked up. I’d seen similar happenings between workers before, usually drunk at parties. But something about the way Bill was tied down and how in control Wendy was actually turned me on.
Wendy was pretty attractive and, even though she was clothed in their little session, it was still somehow powerfully erotic. I couldn’t figure out just why, but I felt it had something to do with Bill’s position. He was tied down, helpless, at her mercy, and completely naked. It was like he was locked into a position that matched how I felt every day.
I tried to stop thinking about it, since it wasn’t any of my business. I certainly wasn’t going to ?out? them, and I had no interest in inciting more gossip about people. I figure what they do in their personal lives is their business. Still? I had a vivid dream that night, where I’d been in Bill’s place. I don’t remember my dreams very often, but this one seemed burned into my mind.
The next day, by the time I got back to the office, my mind was reset into my regular routine, and I finally managed to push thoughts of last night’s encounter into the back of my mind. I’d convinced myself that it was all completely meaningless to me, and that I’d never think about it again. That idea lasted until lunch when Wendy had suddenly called me into her office a few minutes before our break. Even though I’d thought I put things out of my mind, I could immediately feel my heart speed up once again. I took a few deep breaths to try and calm myself before I went to her office.
As I walked in, she had her head down and appeared to be finishing up some paperwork. I’d though she didn’t notice me enter, so I announced, ?Um? Miss Heartman you-? She interrupted me simply by raising a hand to gesture for me to wait. I waited silently and nervously for a few minutes while she finished what she was doing. Eventually she shuffled the papers aside looked straight at me and told me to ?Close the door.? I did it, hoping still pretending to myself that she hadn’t been aware of me last night. But that fantasy was quickly shattered as she spoke,
?I saw you watching us last night. Is there going to be a problem??
Her voice didn’t seem worried about whether or not there was, but somehow seemed as if she was just trying to gauge my reaction. I was about to answer when she interrupted me again, telling me to ?Come here,? while she gestured for me to join her behind her desk. It was a bit strange, but I wasn’t going to cause trouble in such a sensitive situation. I stood next to her behind her desk, while she sat in her chair observing me closely. She prompted me to continue, and so I did,
?I just heard some noise and wanted to make sure everything was alright. I didn’t mean to um? interrupt.?
Even though I was trying to play cool, there was no way I could hide the light shake in my voice. She didn’t really respond to my answer with anything more than a pensive nod. It didn’t even seem as if she was paying attention, as her eyes seemed to be looking me over rather than showing any real focus on what I was saying. She quickly said, ?That’s fine,? and dismissed me. As soon as I was out of her office, I let out a long, relieved sigh as I walked back to my cubicle. Everyone else had already left for lunch, so I felt a bit more comfortable to take my time and relax a bit. Once again, I thought I’d reached the end of this incident and once again I found out I was wrong.
In the middle of the afternoon, I got a surprising call from the company shrink. He had called me into his office to talk about something, and I had no clue what about.
?Now listen, I’ve gotten a complaint from one of your female coworkers about inappropriate behavior on your part. Now I’m not blaming you for anything, but you really need to take others’ feelings into account. Sensitivity is all about-?
After his first sentence I started to tune him out, listening to my own thoughts of who could have possibly have complained about me. I’ve always been ultra-cautious about how I conduct myself. I figured Wendy would be the only person who would really have anything to complain about. Unfortunately, I wasn’t exactly the confrontational type, and I decided it would be best to just let it go.
That was the last I heard of it all for over a week. Things actually got kind of busy, and I’d all but forgotten the incident completely. That was until Wendy called me back into her office before lunch again. My mind was so busy with my work, I didn’t even think about it when I entered her office. She told me to close the door and join her behind the desk like she did last time. My thoughts of work went completely out the window as she started rubbing her foot along the inside of my thigh from her seat in her chair. I just looked at her to question her actions, and she explained,
?You know, I fired Bill. He just wasn’t what I was looking for in an assistant. He was slow at getting things done, forgetful and just overall a useless worker. Besides, he wasn’t fitting for our extra activities either. So I thought I’d take a different approach.
?I want you to be my new personal assistant. The pay is a little less than what you’re making now, but if I’m happy with your performance, you can advance further in this company with a few good words from me. Although you’re duties will include much more than fetching me coffee or keeping track of my meetings.?
To illustrate what she meant, as if there was a need for clarity, her foot pressed up firmly against my privates, making me step back automatically. Both her request and her demeanor flustered me. I tried to be diplomatic by saying, ?Miss Heartmen. I don’t think-? but she quickly cut me off, continuing her side of the conversation as if whatever I had to say didn’t matter,
?Of course positive incentives aren’t enough, as I learned with Bill. He got greedy and lost it all. So for you, I’ve set up an alternative. If you don’t accept my offer, I’ll simply put in a complaint about how you became aggressive with me, and sexually harassed me to the point where I was afraid of being raped. You’re already on thin ice about the matter thanks to my earlier complaints, and once you’re fired from here, I’ll blackball you with a bad reference, and you will not have a future career anywhere.
?To put it bluntly, you do what I want, you have a bright future and may even have a little fun along the way. You go against me, and you will be out on the street. You have your choice, and I want your answer now.?
I was stunned from the sudden and blunt nature of her blackmail. On the one hand, I couldn’t just let her get away with this. On the other, I was really trapped. No one would believe that I was innocent, especially since I never contested her earlier complaint about me. My career was all that I had in my life, and I wasn’t ready to give it up. At the very least, going with her would buy me time to figure out what I could do. So I asked, ?Well? what do you want from me??
She smiled cruelly, which made me second-guess my decision immediately. Her answer came quickly, ?Bill always left me somewhat unfulfilled after our little sessions. On top of that, he’s been gone for well over a week now. I could use a little entertainment. I want you to strip completely, right here, right now.?
Her posture in the chair, and wicked smiled showed that she was definitely not joking, and was waiting for my reaction. It took me a few moments to put everything together in my head, and even then it was a confused jumble of thoughts. Strangely, I found myself stripping down before I really concluded what I was going to do. Perhaps it didn’t help that Wendy was fiercely attractive, and I did have the occasional fantasy of being with her in this office. But the way things were unfolding were bizarre and kept me constantly nervous and confused.
I removed all my clothes, hanging them on a nearby coat rack as I did. Eventually, I was completely naked in front of her scrutinizing eyes. I could only cover myself with my hands while I virtually felt her gaze working over me,
?Hmm? cute, but wrong. You can’t hide anything from me. I want your hands behind your back. And get on your knees. There’s no reason for you to be standing above me.? I nervously complied. Her foot once again ran up along the inside of my thigh before lightly tapping against my sensitive, bare sac, ?You’re in much better condition that Bill ever was. He was just too damn lazy. It’s nice to see a man who knows how to take care of himself for a change. Now lets see if you know how to take care of me also.?
She shifted her position in her leather chair, resting one of her high-heel-shoed feet between my neck and shoulder, while the other moved over to the side, spreading her legs open to me. I quickly found that she wasn’t wearing anything under her knee-length skirt, offering me a very nice view of her spread sex. I was almost lost in admiring her when her cold voice cut through my thoughts again, ?Eat me out. And don’t you even think about stopping until I tell you to.?
I looked into her eyes once again, as if I was going to find some sign of this all being some kind of joke, but her lustful look showed she was completely serious. Of course, by now I had become quite aroused myself, either by the circumstance, or simply by the raw sexuality she offered. I stopped thinking clearly at all and simply obeyed her, leaning in toward her waiting sex. Unfortunately, the heel of her shoe dug into my shoulder as I moved in, making me pause to try and reposition myself. She didn’t like that and grabbed my hair suddenly and roughly and pulling me to look up at her,
?I’ve been very nice this far, letting you get away with your little hesitations. But I will not grant you any more patience. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it immediately, no matter what. Got it??
Before I could even think to answer, she twisted the handful of my hair and pulled my face up hard between her legs. Before I knew it, my tongue had already slipped out to meet her hot, wet slit. Her heel had slid off my shoulder, and now her thigh was resting against my neck as I started to lap at her enthusiastically. I couldn’t see anything, since her long skirt covered my head and the thick material blocked all the light, but it didn’t seem to matter. Something about the scent and taste of her heated juices drove me wild, and I was simply running on lust-inspired instincts, which seemed to please her.
After a few moments, her hips began to rock, pressing her excited lower lips against my suckling mouth. Her thighs were moving with the same rhythm, keeping my face buried tightly against her while my tongue pushed into her. When I heard her moan, it excited me further, and I found myself working hard to get that kind of validation of my efforts again.
It didn’t take long before the rhythm of her rolling hips and thighs quicken, encouraging the pace of my licking to fight to keep up with her. But her moans continued, growing longer and deeper as I could feel the pleasure building up. The tension of her inner walls squeezing my tongue as I lapped hungrily at the sensitive flesh was maddening. My hands acted on their own, sliding up along her thighs to help keep them spread and open her sex more, and letting me get even deeper and fuller strokes with my tongue.
I could feel her hot folds spasming hard as a flood of her sexual juices filled my mouth and coated my chin. Her hands roughly grabbed my hair as she pulled my face hard against her while her hips bucked forward into me. I couldn’t breath while she obviously climaxed from my attention, but I didn’t care. I continued to work her with everything my lips and tongue could offer, dragging her near-violent orgasm out as long as I could.
I felt a strong sense of accomplishment as the tension slowly melted out of her body while her climax subsided. I heard her let out a long sigh, while my tongue calmed the pace and force of its licks to a gentle massage. But that relaxed moment didn’t last much longer as I felt the sharp stab of her heel dig into my shoulder again. She gave me a pushing kick that took advantage of my serene state and knocked me to the ground. I lay, half-sitting up on the ground in front of her, remembering that I was still completely naked and completely exposed. She looked down and simply commanded me to ?Stay,? as she would have to a dog. My mind needed a moment to remember just where I was and what my situation was, but she didn’t make that easy. Her foot slid along my thighs once again before resting on my erect shaft.
She teased me silently like this for a few minutes, clearly looking me over and letting out a small laugh. I could somehow see plans and devious ideas floating around behind her eyes, and in certainly worried me. Still, I lay before her trying to think of my own plans for escape. My thoughts were once again interrupted by her actions. It was as though she knew what I was thinking and took the moment to address it.
She slid down from her chair, straddling my ribs with her knees, and resting her bare rump against my chest. I could feel the residual heat and moisture of her sex as she leaned forward. Her weight made it somewhat uncomfortable for me, but that was the least of my concerns as she gripped my chin with her thumb and index finger. She held my face directly up so she could lean in closely to me while she said, ?You will be my slave. There is no choice, there is no way out and my mind is set. You seemed to enjoy yourself this far. If you continue to be a good boy, I’m sure you’ll have the time of your life.?
She stood up, offering me a powerful view of her domination as she towered over me before returning to her seat. Her voice seemed a little less cold with what she said next, as if it was perfectly normal, ?You may get dressed and go enjoy the rest of your lunch break. But be back in here at 6:00 sharp. I think I want another little introductory session with you before I go home today.?
With that, she simply sat back in her chair and watched me. She watched me scramble to my feet, she watched get dressed hurriedly, and she watched me until I was out her door and out of her view. I just sat at my desk, trying to gather my thoughts about everything that happened and could happen.
My entire afternoon was a complete write-off. I simply couldn’t get anything done as my mind was totally consumed by Miss Heartman’s game. Was it a game? How serious was she? How far was she going to push me? How far would I go? I was a nervous wreck, and it only got worse as I watched the clock on the wall slowly tick toward 6:00.
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