"How's it going back here?" My manager asked stepping into the back room where I was trying to tweak the programming on the machine, I almost sighed sadly when she closed the door behind her.
I stared at the small black screen filled with green text but didn't really read anything. I just stood there wondering how I fucking got myself into this situation. This one wasn't any of my doing, not that I could think of, besides just letting it happen. Not for the first time I thought back the three months to see if there had been something I'd done that would lead her on or... But no, I didn't think so. I mean I was a friendly guy but considering Alexis was married I hadn't flirted with her or anything.
Truthfully after months of thought I sort of thought it was her. First and foremost she got off on being able to do this anytime that she wanted, that I hadn't said no. I don't think it was a power trip thing so much as an ego boost thing. She was a curvy gal who had been married for ten years. I doubted her husband was very romantic or tried to spice things up anymore, this was her way of feeling sexy. Second, she was sure she was keeping me happy and keeping me around. Had made comments about how I was happier in my job, making me strongly suspect there was a filter alert for when people went to job search sites on company computers and WiFi. Which I guess I hadn't done since she had started the non monetary "bonus" arrangement.
"Boone?" She asked when I didn't answer her.
"At least another hour, obviously it's running now but it's taking way too long to process these new parts. These kind of technical designs really should have been sent to Anapolis." I grumbled, not for the first time, probably should have kept it to myself because she had been the one to assure corporate we could handle it.
"I've got faith in the guys here, in you especially." It was difficult not to go rigid when she came up beside me, running her hand over my back. The touch was meant to be comforting but I didn't take it that way, knowing what was to follow. "You're my best tech Boone. You know I can't give you a raise, not out of your yearly review schedule, or otherwise I would. You know that right?"
"Yeah, I know that Alexis." It wasn't how she ALWAYS started it but it was the most common way, I still stared at the screen, hoping to exude 'too busy for this right now!'
"Good, do you... Yeah I think you need one of our special breaks." Nudging my shoulder to turn me away from the screen, wedging herself between it and me. It was because she was so freaking cute, for sure she didn't look in her thirties, she looked barely twenty. I should have said no, should have been able to! But she was SO cute, also there was that she'd pulled the zipper down on her jacket so that not only could I see the her handful sized breasts outlined by the tight top underneath, but also a generous amount of cleavage that I had no doubt she'd arranged before coming in here. "Boone, don't you want one?"
I won't lie, I did want one, who didn't want a free blow-job? But at the same time I was tempted to just deny her. I would like to say it was on the principle that she was using them to get more work out of me, promising monetary rewards but who knew if she would pull through on that eight months from now. The biggest motivator that I had to just denying her offer was that... Well they were kinda boring. At first it had been great, riding the high that my BOSS was blowing ME. That was a compliment and a power trip, for me.
The last few times, now that the newness of the situation had worn off... It had been barely worth it. Her sitting on her knees smiling at me, bobbing her head on my dick just long enough to get it coated in enough spit for her to jerk me off with for a minute. Her soft hands were nice, her pretty face was nicer, and her bobbing head was good but all in all... I'd had better and it was made worse because I had no idea what I was allowed to do, she was my boss! My boss that I really couldn't grab her head and force her to stay bobbing at my dick. They were bonuses, how could I stop her from using her hand so much. Or grab her tits. Or slap myself against her damned pretty face. Much less tell her to give me her pussy instead of her mouth. It seemed way worse than looking a gift horse in the mouth, it was coming right out and saying the present wasn't good enough for you, take it back and try again.
"Come on and just let me take care of my star employee." Hands on my shoulders, giving me that fucking bat of her long eyelashes her dark brown eyes staring right into me that stole any choice from me. "Please?"
I didn't say anything but I guess that was good enough, she smiled and nodded, aiming me back between all the boxes that took up most of the free room in here, to the only chair next to a desk covered in more boxes. She was quick and eager when I reached there, when we were out of sight of anybody who somehow had the key to enter the room. As usual... Making me sure this was as much for her as it was me, she started on my shirt. I let her, for whatever reason she liked me totally naked for these blow-jobs.
"Mmm," She purred happily running her soft hands over my body as she revealed it, as always she looked so close to kissing or licking me, but didn't. I wasn't unaffected by the stripping or the promise of a mid-workday BJ so when she reached into my undershorts she found more or less what she was hoping for. "There is that big dick that needs it's sucking on." A little pout coming to her face because I wasn't as hard as she usually found me, giving it a few tugs not doing the trick she stuck her bottom lip right out. "Looks like you're going to make me work for the hard hot dick that I'm used to."
With that she drew down my shorts, not as upset about the seeming lack of enthusiasm as I sort of hoped. Pushing at my chest until I sat down in the chair, dropping to her knees where she finished stripping the undershorts off, then my socks. Her eyes ate up the sight of me which I always liked, even if I was thinking this was nothing but a tease. And I know! Believe me I did, I knew I was like a spoiled kid almost turning my nose up at what most would bet for, but I couldn't help myself.
"There, that's better." She said after a few strokes, bringing both her small hands into play, all her attention locked on my piece as it grew harder and harder. I huffed and nodded when she brought her mouth in, the warmth but there was nothing like your hot boss's mouth wrapped around your dick! I felt like the boss as I stared down at the short haired cutie bobbing up and down with just a little more than the tip in her mouth. That feeling ending when she pulled away to just start giving me a hand-job, a pleased smile on her face. A hungry look to her but also a glassiness to her eyes, she was just killing time. "Gotta make sure my top employee knows how much I appreciate him."
Sagging back in my chair for the first time in my life I wanted to drop my head back, stare at the ceiling, and try to imagine somebody or something else. I liked porn and fantasies as much as the next guy but I'd never before been with a woman and thought about anything else but what I was doing with her. I mean I was a decent looking guy but I didn't get it easy enough to get bored with it, even the few times that my partners had not been at a hotness level for me to ever want to brag to my friends about them, I still was eager for the experience.
"Are you okay?" She asked as she returned for a quick ten second suck which was only done because she was seemingly too dainty to just spit on my dick, if she could will herself to do that I doubted it would be anything but a handjob.
