My Boss Gave Me a Blowjob in the Office

Zaria went to her regular Saturday chiropractor appointment and found Ken in place of her usual doctor. She was a younger woman married to an older man who had lost most of his sex drive. Ken used his massage skills to strip away her modesty until she ended up blindfolded, gagged, and tied while an unknown number of men and women used her for sex through the rest of the weekend. The experience left her deeply humiliated, yet she had more orgasms than she had known since her marriage.

She believed it was a one-time event until a text arrived at work ordering her to shave her re-growing pubic hair in her office in front of the computer screen. Horror shifted to pleasure when she saw her own pink inner lips outlined against her bare skin. Despite the warnings from the people controlling her, she gave herself three hard orgasms.

Office Commands Ignored

So there I was, coming down from those three orgasms in my office. I had a gag in my mouth and my skirt pulled up so my pussy showed to unknown people through a Zoom meeting. The anonymity and the close view of my own body made me lose every inhibition. I gave everyone watching a clear look at my hands bringing me those orgasms. My fingers still glistened with slick wetness from the last climax, and the smell of my own arousal hung thick in the air around the desk. Sweat cooled on my thighs while my heart pounded from the raw exposure.

Unknown people had forced me into this setup through my chiropractor, and they were using the footage to blackmail me. I started the meeting terrified and ended it riding the high. The taste of the fabric gag still coated my tongue, and my cunt throbbed with leftover pulses that made my knees weak. Every breath pulled in the scent of sex that clung to my skin.

Then my world collapsed. “What are you doing, Mrs. Hodges?” It was Billy, the young office junior I had told to meet me at three. His voice sounded as shocked as I felt. Panic hit both of us at once. I stood up fast and tried to untie my tights from my dress. Nothing worked. I moaned around the gag while Billy just stared. I gave up on the tights, covered my pussy with one hand, and tried to unbuckle the gag with the other. The strap was too tight. I had been glad of that during the orgasms; now I cursed myself for it. My cheeks burned hot as his eyes locked on the hand hiding my dripping slit.

Voices came from the computer. “What’s going on?” “What? Who’s that?” Billy asked. “We’re Mrs. Hodges’ friends,” one voice said. “Controllers,” another added. Billy trailed off, confused. “Let’s be direct,” a stern woman said. “We’re blackmailing Mrs. Hodges.” “That’s terrible,” Billy said. “But great fun,” a man replied. “And a wonderful show,” said another. We both froze, listening. “Look,” a softer voice said, “we shouldn’t be doing this at her work with a colleague here.” “Yeah,” someone agreed. “If we destroy her, we won’t get any more fun out of her.” “We warned her,” another voice said. “She ignored us and kept going.” “We could keep going if the visitor wants to join in.”

My heart sank. I shook my head hard. “So, visitor, what’s your name?” “Billy,” he answered. “Who are you, Billy?” “I’m the office junior. Mrs. Hodges is my boss.” “You want to join us and have unlimited fun with her?” “No,” Billy said at once. “I respect her too much.” Relief moved through me. “Very noble,” a woman said. “But being a young man, have you ever wanted to see her naked?” Billy’s face lit up. “Go on, Billy,” the woman said. “You can say it. We can make Mrs. Hodges do anything we want. She won’t be able to touch you no matter what you say.” “Well, I, of course…” He stumbled, face red. It was almost cute. For a moment it almost made me glad I stood there gagged with my pussy on display. “She is a fine-looking woman with, with…” he tried again. “Go ahead,” the woman urged. “With fulsome breasts.” Billy smiled wider. “Actually,” he said slowly, “I’ve always been entranced by her behind.”

Junior Takes Control

I laughed inside at how shy he sounded. “Can you make her turn around so I can see it again?” Laughter came from the computer. “Billy, tell her what you want and she will do it. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Hodges?” I looked at Billy, took a breath, and nodded. “To prove it, Mrs. Hodges, turn the computer so we can see you.” I moved to the desk, took my hand off my pussy, and turned the screen. Then I stepped back to wait. The camera showed my body but not my head. They still would not know who I was. “Mrs. Hodges, will you turn around please?” I was completely at their mercy, and Billy still acted as if he needed my permission. I would have been touched if I were not about to be owned by him in every way. I could already see the disaster coming. He could only see the chance to look at my butt.

I turned. There was a pause while he looked. “Well, Billy?” “It’s lovely, isn’t it?” “The skirt is,” the woman said. “I thought you wanted to see her butt.” “You mean you can make her show me without the skirt?” The whole thing was turning absurd. Of course I could show every inch if they ordered it. Billy was being naïve and sweet, and it was an oddly amusing way to be humiliated in front of a colleague. “Billy, she will do whatever you like,” the woman said with a laugh. “Mrs. Hodges, will you, um, maybe just show me, um… Actually, can you take off your dress?” I reached for the hem and pulled the dress over my head. I left my arms in the sleeves so the fabric still covered my pussy. My heart raced in the silence. Billy moved, then two hands grabbed my buttocks. I let out a shocked sound. “Oh, sorry, Mrs. Hodges. It’s just that your… well, it’s so beautiful.” No one had ever been so taken with my butt. I wished we were not in the office and he was not my employee.

“Don’t worry, Billy,” a voice said. “We’ve had more than hands on her.” “And in her,” another added with a laugh. “Wow. Great,” Billy stammered. His hands returned to stroking and squeezing. It felt surprisingly good. I had been starved of this kind of touch from my older husband. But the risks still outweighed the pleasure, until I started to purr without meaning to. The hands stopped. Billy stepped back. I heard heavy breathing and smiled. “Gosh, that was great. I’ve never done anything like that!” “Do you want to do the other side?” the woman asked. “What do you mean?” Billy sounded confused. “She has two breasts as well. Do you want to see if they are as soft?” “No,” he sighed. “You mean… gosh, I never dreamed… wow, I can do that to her? I mean, I’m still kind of inexperienced.” We all laughed at that. “Billy, she’s ours to play with,” the woman said. “If you want experience, tell her what you want.”

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My heart jumped into my throat. There was no way to stop this. I could not throw him out, and the others were still watching. They were enjoying every second of it. “Wow. Yeah, I’d like that,” Billy said. He took a deep breath. “Okay, Mrs. Hodges, turn around.” He was trying to sound in control. That made me smile as I turned slowly. His eyes went wide and a big grin spread across his face. “Now, take off your bra,” he said quickly. “Billy, you may notice her hands are covered by the dress,” someone chuckled. “You can slow down,” another voice said. “Think about what you want to do with her.” “Oh, yes. Here, Mrs. Hodges, let me undo your bra for you.” “Now Billy,” the woman cut in, “you don’t have to trouble yourself. Mrs. Hodges got herself into this position to hide her vagina from you. Isn’t that so, bitch?” Billy winced. I felt the slap too, but I nodded. “So it is up to her to figure out how to get out of it,” the woman continued. “Or to do it in a way you like.” “Ah, uh,” Billy said. “So her dress fabric is pretty thin, right?” “Yes.” “And she has scissors, right?” “Yes.” “So you could tell her to cut her own bra off.” “No, really?” Billy sounded shocked. “Tell her and see what happens.” Billy’s grin returned. “Mrs. Hodges, cut off your bra so I can see your breasts.”

This was not going where I wanted. Being blackmailed into slavery never would. I went to the desk, grabbed the scissors, looked at my black lace bra, took a breath, and cut between the cups. My breasts held the cups in place. I felt some relief. “Oh, that didn’t seem to work.” Such a sweet, naïve boy. “You’re right. She’s being difficult,” the woman said. “Billy, you want to see her breasts, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Then order her so there is no doubt.” He looked at the severed bra. “Well,” he said slowly, “I could order her to cut off the cups and hand them to me. That would ruin the bra, though.” “So do you have a problem with that?” “No,” Billy said. “But that would be a problem for her. I don’t want to cause her trouble.” “Billy, when you are blackmailing someone,” the woman said, “you don’t worry about the problems you cause your slave. That is for them to sort out. You just worry about getting what you want.” Billy thought about it. “Sorry, Mrs. Hodges, but he’s got a point. Cut off the cups as I asked.” I saw I was beaten. It was awkward with the dress still covering my hands, but I managed. The fabric being thin helped. A huge smile filled Billy’s face as I freed my breasts. I handed him the cups. “God, those are beautiful,” he sighed. “Can I…” He stopped. “No, I don’t need to ask, do I?” He stepped in front of me and grabbed both breasts. “What a set of knockers. They’re so soft and smooth.” He mashed and pulled. I gave a muffled cry when he went too hard. “Does that cause discomfort?” I nodded. “Good,” he said, and pulled my nipples until my breasts stretched into pyramids. The pain grew sharp. I scrunched my face and cried out louder. “Really hurts now?” I nodded hard. “Great,” he said, then let go of one nipple, put his mouth over the other, and sucked. The pain turned into sudden pleasure. His tongue circled and flicked the nipple until it hardened while he kept pulling the other one. One side of my chest hurt; the other felt exquisite. My pussy responded to both. Part of my mind wanted to escape. Another part wanted to give in. A small shuddering orgasm moved through me. He switched sides and did the same. Another orgasm followed. Five in one afternoon. How could my body take so much? “I think you like this,” Billy said softly. He pulled both nipples hard. “Do you want me to stop?” I nodded yes as the pain hit, then no as my vagina twitched again. I wanted to scream but could not decide whether from disgust or joy. I nodded both yes and no at once. He let go and stepped back, smiling wide. I breathed fast as the pain faded and another small orgasm rolled through me. Did my body really like being turned into Billy’s slave? My mind screamed no, but it seemed to be losing. “Wow, what an experience,” Billy said. “You know, when I first came in I felt horrified. I didn’t understand why anyone would do this. Then you said you were blackmailing her. I thought that was disgusting. I had no idea why anyone would do that.” “And now?” the woman asked gently. “I know exactly why someone would do that!” Billy’s joy matched my terror. One set of blackmailers was already too much. Being controlled by someone in my own office was terrifying. “So,” he asked the computer, “will you help me blackmail her?” My body started to shake. Tears formed in my eyes. I would have dropped to my knees to beg, but that would have shown my face. I just looked at him with the most pleading expression I could manage. “Yes, we’d happily do that,” came the reply. “No, I know exactly what I want,” Billy said. “And Mrs. Hodges is going to set it up.” My heart dropped. “First, take the dress completely off.” I gave him my most pathetic face. “Do it, bitch, or I’ll fling the door open and throw you into the office.” I heard an intake of breath from the computer. Billy learned fast. That was why I had planned to give him Employee of the Month. Now I wished he learned slower. I took the dress off my hands and removed the last of the bra. I stood completely naked except for the gag holding my panties in my mouth. Billy waited a second. “Yes, absolutely gorgeous. I’m going to enjoy setting you up.” I was glad someone would. “Move the PC screen so we can all see that it is your face on the screen.” My pleading look did nothing. I did as told. “Good. Now aim it a bit downward so it gets a good angle of your face when you’re on your knees.” I knew what was coming. With a heavy heart I adjusted the camera. “Now, down on your knees.” I knelt. “Now, undo my belt and lower my trousers and pants.” I did. His cock sprang out, rock hard, young, and rather lovely. I had seen white cock before. Billy’s was a satisfying eight inches, thick but not too thick, with a nice helmet. Saliva built in my mouth at the thought of sucking him. “Now, start wanking me off. I want all that cum to cover your face and tits.” That floored me. Sucking cock had been bearable. Being filmed jerking him off so he could spray my face and breasts felt gross. I knew Ken and his friends had covered me, but I had not watched it happen and had not done it to myself. This made me look like some kind of pervert who wanted cum on her. Then something strange happened. My body started getting excited again. During that weekend with Ken I remembered them chanting that I loved cum, that I wanted cum, that cum gave me orgasms. When they dumped me naked and covered on my doorstep, I had scraped it off and swallowed it. And I had come.