Short Story: My Boss Changed - So Have I

Female's Point of View - Special Powers

Everything was fine before my boss went on his overseas business trip. He was kind yet firm, which helped us both make the most out of each work day. As a team, we managed to accomplish more than most in the firm.

And to be fair, that didn’t change. We are still very efficient as a team.

It’s just that...

​Ever since he came back from his trip, our work relationship changed. Or... Evolved? I’m not quite sure how to describe how it is now. The only way I can is to say that he seems to feel a burning need to use my mouth for his sexual release. And... I... I just can’t seem to refuse him. 

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​To be fair, I’m the one that might have teased and provoked him. I still don’t understand what came over me, but as I went in his office one evening to get a few signatures, I couldn’t help but notice the tent in his pants.

I would usually ignore such a vulgar displays, but on that evening... Well... I teased him and asked if he would like me to take care of his obvious erection. I thought he would apologies or feel embarrassed to be aroused like that at work. But he just looked down and smiled. 

How could I have even suggested something like that?

I hoped he would frown and scold me for being unprofessional, but to my astonishment, he said he’d appreciate it. I remember thinking that it was insane, that I should have laughed it off and assumed I was joking. But I didn’t...

Instead... I found myself smiling as an intense wave of sensual heat made my knees bend. I didn’t know where it came from, but I wasn’t going to fight it. I couldn’t.... I had never fantasized about doing sexual things with my boss, but in that moment, the mere thought of kneeling and sucking him off made my pussy throb with need. 

Before I knew it, his cock was in my hands and all other thoughts evaporated. The only one that was left was that I wanted to taste his pleasure. I wanted to do everything and everything I could to bring him the maximum amount of pleasure. I didn’t care about anything else as long as it meant I would taste his release.

Which I did...

When he finally came and filled my mouth with his warm tasty cum, I felt a way of elation unlike anything I have ever felt. It was almost as intense as a release. Almost...

After that blowjob, he seemed to think that I would be willing to give him head when ever he wanted! The thing is... He wasn’t wrong to assume as much.

The very next day, as I sat at his desk to fill out a few important forms for him, he came in and stood next to me. He often did and I didn’t think much of it as I finished my work and turned to leave. Only... He blocked my path and it made me look up.

The moment I saw his smile, I instantly knew what he was thinking about. I opened my mouth to tell him that last night had been a mistake, that we shouldn’t be doing such things.

But my voice became silent as he placed a finger on my lips. Just like that, I couldn’t move as I looked up in his lustful eyes. My heart raced as he slowly caressed my lower lip with his index. My thoughts scattered as the pleasure I felt the day before suddenly erupted inside me as I pictured myself with his cock in my mouth.

His thumb rubbed my upper lip before moving down. Opening my mouth... I sat there, frozen in delicious ecstasy as he slowly opened his pants and took out his hardening cock. He didn’t say a word as he slowly plunged his shaft between my soft lips. 

The moment he did, my mind came alive with pleasure as the desire to taste his release overtook me. No other thought existed as I sucked and licked his cock until he finally came and my pussy exploded with bliss. 

It’s been that way ever since.

I tried to resist it. I spend hours every day convincing myself that I can refuse him. That I can politely smile and tell him that I wasn’t in the mood. That we couldn’t continue. 

That I wasn’t the type of girl that like to be some kind of free blowjob dispenser.

But I failed...

Every time he touches my lips and I see he wants to cum in my mouth, I yield and let him enjoy my lips.
Every time he grabs a fist full of my hair and slowly guides me to his crotch, I yield and open his pants to release the straining cock hidden inside.

Every time I see his cock, my mind yields to the strange and complete pleasure I feel as his shaft slips down my throat.

The weirdest part about our new work relationship is that we never talk about it. Not once! The only time we talked about anything sexual was on that first evening. I had briefly teased him and he accepted. That’s it. He’s never asked that I blow him and he certainly never pressured or threatened me into doing it. 

It just happens...

That might be why I’ve never told anyone or made arrangements to change jobs. Part of me feels an undeniable thrill each time he uses me while the other can’t bring itself to voice the fact that something strange is happening to me. Because as soon as I picture myself trying to tell someone, I come up with a thousand reasons why no one would believe me.

After all... We just look like 2 consenting adults.

Then again...

I think I’m changing as well. The more he uses my mouth, the less I resist. That both scares and excites me. Every time I blow him, I learn a little more about his pleasure. His moods... I catch myself being able to anticipate when he wants to relax and experience a long sloppy release or if he wants to face fuck me hard and fast.

It’s so scary to think that both bring me the same amount of insane pleasure. Which in turn excites me because regardless of his mood, I know I’ll enjoy being his oral cock sleeve.

Even if I feel like a simple masturbation tool available for his use. Since we aren’t really lovers, I have a hard time reconciling my own sexuality with the pleasure I feel. It feels strange... Bad even... But it doesn’t stop me from opening my mouth to yield to his desire.

To taste his pleasure...

I’ve even started to day dream about his cock and wonder when he’ll use me next. Ever since he came back, it’s like he can send me a silent command. One I can’t hear or understand, but I feel it none the less.

Yearn for it even...

Every day I fight a little less. 

Every day I experience a little more.

​Every day I forget why I wanted to resist in the first place.