I sat at my desk at work and tried to look busy. In reality I was looking at pictures of Michelle Keegan (the stunning brunette barmaid in Coronation Street) and imagining her being under my desk sucking me off. Every so often I risked a reach down with my hand and rubbed my stiffening dick. The office I shared with three other people was pretty empty ( Dave was on holiday and Linda had called in sick) with just left me and Susan. Which in itself was kinda awkward because we had shared a quick fuck'n'suck at the office Christmas party just three months ago and she seemed to think that had made us a couple whereas I had shown absolutely no interest in her. Still we worked away fine but there was always a bit of an undercurrent to the atmosphere.
She was typing away rapidly (hard working cunt that she is) and was wholly focused on her computer screen. So was I because my little slide show had moved to a sexy picture of Michelle naked in a bath with bubbles covering her nubile young body and it was now nearing impossibility to stop myself wanking off. But just as I contemplated a swift visit to the gents toilet to finish myself off in burst our boss Brenda and I hurriedly got the picture off screen and inwardly cursed her. Brenda was nearly double my age having just hit the big 50 and had not that long ago been pretty decent looking, but time and drink had caught up on her in a hurry (she had quite the reputation as a piss head) and although her dark hair was still nice and her figure was OK her actual features had aged badly. She said hello to Susan and chatted to her, they were great friends and spoke too much for my liking, while I fumed and waited for her to fuck off into her office so I could get Michelle back on screen for one last bit of inspiration before going to knock one out in the toilets.
"John, go and make me a coffee, would you?"
Brenda spoke to me like I was an office junior and if I could have I would have slapped her face for that but I bit my tongue and mumbled an ascent and headed for the small kitchen the sales people shared.
"Fucking bitch!"
I spat to myself, angry at the way she had spoken to me, being asked to do this menial task and at missing out on a much needed climax. And as I entered the kitchen an idea came to me that would satisfy all my aggravations. I boiled the kettle up and scooped coffee and sugar into Brenda's cup and then unzipped my trousers and slipped my hardening dick out and set to work furiously on wanking it. That bitch Brenda was going to get an extra 'creamy' coffee this morning!
Amazingly the thoughts of all the perverted things I would like to do to some TV tart were forgotten and replaced by the prospect of that bitch of a boss of mine unknowingly drinking my cum. God I was raging hard and I gripped hard on my cock and pumped it for all my worth. I was oblivious to any risk, thought no one was likely to discover me and knew I would cum very quickly wanking as I was. My body tensed up and I screwed my eyes shut with intense feelings and somehow managed to hold her mug down and fired a fair load of my thick cum into the steaming contents. Unfortunately just as the last load fired it's way into Brenda's mug she entered the small kitchen holding a packet of biscuits she had clearly bought to add to the office biscuit tin.
There could be little dubiety as to what I was doing, it was her mug, it was full of coffee and my cum and my offending cock was hanging free and she was staring at it. I just stood there, not having a clue how I could get out of this situation. Brenda clearly reacted to the situation quicker than me.
"That meant to be for me is it? Well you'd better give it a stir, hadn't you?"
I looked dumbfounded at her, totally surprised at her reaction. In a kind of daze I reached for a tea spoon. She grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
"Not with a spoon John, seeing as that pathetic little thing is out (she pointed at my dick) I can only assume you intend to stir the coffee with it."
Her voice had a definite edge to it and I realised I had a choice to make here - either tell her to fuck off and at the same time accept that I was going to get the sack or do what she asked and hope that I could work my way out of this and somehow keep my job. I was married with a kid and the economy was shit and the chances of scoring another job never mind one that paid as well as this one, especially if I got dismissed for gross misconduct (emphasis on gross) was pretty fucking low. So I looked at the hot mug of coffee, watching the steam rise and looked at Brenda and tried to stall for a bit.
"Listen Brenda, I'm sorry, look I'll pour it out, it was daft, can't we just forget this happened, please!"
I was as contrite and humble as I could manage but she again stilled my wrist holding the coffee and prevented me pouring it down the sink.
"No John. We can't just forget this. We can do one of two things. One, you can pour it out and then I can go and report you to HR and fire you or you can do as I say. Which is it to be?"
She had always had a hard side to her nature in the two years I had worked under her but there was an even harsher edge to her voice now, commanding, domineering and standing there like that, limp dick still out it was easy to be intimidated by her in that situation. So, with a gulp I resolved to take my medicine and I lowered the cup of hot coffee and gingerly dipped my dick into the brown liquid.
I held back a squeal as my cock entered the hot coffee but I had to grit my teeth and my discomfort must have been all too visible to Brenda. She treated me to a cruel smile.
"I said stir it John, get your filthy cum nicely mixed in."
Tenderly I used my free hand to gently swirl my dick around in the mug, what a pathetic sight I must have made, wincing as the coffee seeped under my foreskin. She made me keep going until I had 'stirred' it with twenty rotations and finally she allowed me to lift my hot, wet dick free.
"Now put that little thing away and I want to see you drink that nice cup of coffee you wanted me to down."
Poetic justice I guess you could call it but still it was a repulsive thought and again I tried to summon the courage to rebel. But again I did not have it in me. Under her hard glare I lifted the cup to my lips and took a sip.
"The whole lot you filthy pervert. That's it drain the whole vile cup. That was a favourite cup of mine you know, I don't think I'll be able to drink from it again! Right once you've finished it get yourself together and come into my office and we'll discuss exactly what I should do with you from a disciplinary point of view."
Once the cup was empty and the last dregs of the sour tasting cum infused coffee was inside me she turned on her heels and marched off leaving me wondering what the hell was going to happen next. By the time I made it back to the office Brenda was in her own room and Susan was still at her desk typing furiously, she barely looked up as I entered and walked right across and knocked then entered Brenda's room. It was quite a large room, dominated by a massive desk in the centre that she sat behind. There was a large window on the back wall that overlooked a field and as we were on the second floor there was nobody who could realistically see in. The door had no window and if it was shut then everyone knew she was busy and not to interrupt, she told me to shut it behind me as I entered.
I stood across from her and looked uncomfortable as she stood up and stalked around the desk all the while staring at me.
"You've put me in a bad position John, haven't you? Really I should just report what you did and have you fired on the spot. I wonder what future employers would make of it, eh? I wonder who'd look after that wife and kid, eh? Or do you not care about them, given the way you have one night stands?"
Obviously fat Susan had told Brenda about her time after the Christmas party.
"But you know the work and do it well so maybe you and I could come to some arrangement, eh? Another kind of discipline if you like. How does that sound? Workable? Thought so. Well if you agree to do what I say this afternoon I think I could be convinced to let that stand as your actual company disciplinary procedure. Saves me writing out reports and filling in forms too. Ha, ha."
I stood stock-still and listened, I could smell gin on her breath now, obviously a liquid lunch before she came back to work. Still I could only do one thing now, I realised that.
"Yes, Brenda, I would be really grateful if we could work this out without informing HR about what I did. Once again I'm really sorry, I don't know what came over me. It was just a rash, heat of the moment brainstorm. It'll never happen again, I promise."
She was circling me as I spoke and it was most off putting, just as she got in front of me her hand snaked out and grabbed my balls through my trousers and squeezed hard.
"It better fucking not worm."
As I teetered on my feet and fought the urge to shout out I looked at her and saw a mad look in her eyes. There was insanity and power there and scarily enough I was in her debt big time. She slowly released her grip on my nuts and took a step back from me.
"Ok then I think we can work out the discipline ourselves. For the duration of this afternoon you will call me Mistress Brenda, understand. And it will be convincing, if I sense you don't mean it then this is over and I'll be straight down to HR. Understand?"
I half mumbled.
"Yes...Mistress Brenda."
As well as rumours of her fondness for alcohol there had been plenty rumours that Brenda was a kinky slut, who had been with quite a number of colleagues and was into some pretty far out stuff. There were also plenty of rumours about how she had secured some contracts and although I put some of that down to scandal mongering clearly the woman had a very dark side too. "Now worm, you will undress and let me see that little maggot you were using earlier."
Boy! This was a real make or break decision for me but I could see nothing else for it but to do what she demanded. Somewhat reluctantly I tugged my tie off and followed that with my shirt, my shoes, my trousers, socks and finally pants until I stood in the centre of her room stark bollock naked. She sat on the edge of her desk facing me and took in the sight before passing comment.
"My god you are a pathetic specimen, aren't you? Bit overweight, you reek of BO and that thing between your legs? I've seen bigger baby carrots? Let me measure it."
She spun around and lifted a grey ruler from her desk tidy and made a great production of getting it ready.
"Hold that thing up unless you can actually get it hard."
As I had just cum this was a bit unfair and I held my limp member up with my right hand as she gave a cackle and pressed the edge of the ruler against it and measured it against the ruler. She certainly never measured from the base of my dick but I blushed as she read out her measurements.
"Three inches, just. You have a three-inch cock John. My god that is tiny, isn't it?"
She stared at me, clearly expecting a response.
"Yes Mistress Brenda, that is tiny, I have a tiny penis."
