Boss Lady

My job was so fucking boring. I simply was not challenged in a meaningful way. My skills were being wasted and my overall vibe was one of stagnation and apathy. Over time, I became less motivated. I began to show up late for work once in a while. Then, when no one seemed to notice, I started showing up late most of the time. At first it was just a few minutes of tardiness here and there, but after a while it was 15 minutes, then 30. There was no reason for being late either. I woke up on time. I got ready on time. Maybe it was just me trying to eek some excitement out of the day, and being late was the most thrilling thing I could think to do that was harmless and wouldn't get me fired without at least a couple warnings. I completed more than my share of work, so it seemed no one cared.

After a couple months of my tardy behavior, I received an email from HR. They said they needed to schedule an appointment with me. I was a little anxious and a little pissed at first, but I was almost glad to know someone paid attention to me. At least this wasn't the same old boring thing.

When I replied to ask what the appointment was about, I assumed I would be reminded to show up to work on time; instead, the response mentioned sexual harassment. What?! I hardly even talked to people let alone said or did anything sexual in nature. Before I could even respond, a follow up email showed up saying that they apologized for any misunderstanding - the sexual harassment was not from me, it was directed at me. Phew! But again, I hardly interacted with coworkers, and no one ever said anything to me of a sexual nature.

My boss, Karen, may have ogled me from time to time but I didn't give it much thought. I chalked it up to my imagination. Although Karen may have stared occasionally, she seemed aloof and unattainable, so I didn't even bother trying to flirt. Hmm.

The only other woman I could think of was the HR lady, Sarah, who was emailing me. I made like one work-appropriate joke about data entry a few weeks prior. She laughed even though the joke wasn't very funny. It couldn't be her. Or could it? Did she say something to somebody about me that was sexual?

I emailed Sarah back and let her know I could meet with her but that I could not recall any sexual harassment from anybody. She completely ignored my denial of any wrongdoing. She emailed back and asked if "...1:00 PM this afternoon in Ms. Lemon's (Karen, my boss) office worked for [me]?" This was after lunch when I typically snoozed at my desk, but I agreed.

My curiosity was killing me, and something was not right. I just didn't know what it was. The email referred to my boss as "Ms. Lemon", but we all called her Karen. I could not help but feel I was being set up somehow with all the formalities and vague information.

I arrived five minutes early for the meeting so I could pretend punctuality meant something to me. The secretary, Jennifer, asked me to sit outside the office while I waited. I hadn't seen Jennifer looking so fashionable before - much cuter than I had remembered.

"I need to get out of my cubicle more," I muttered.

Jennifer must have heard me.

"What's that?" She asked.

"Oh, just talking to myself," I replied, hoping she didn't really hear what I said. Then I thought, "Actually I need to stay at my end of the building, so I stay out of trouble. These women are all trouble. I'm trouble."

Before long I heard the click of heels on the hardwood floor. Karen and Sarah rounded the corner and came into view. I will tell you; I hadn't really checked either one of them out too much before -they were usually behind a desk or something when I had seen them - but oh my god, talk about legs and pencil skirts and blouses and feminine curves. Karen's dark hair and glasses gave her a classic naughty librarian look and Sarah's blonde hair, pulled back in a tight ponytail, was all business.

As the women approached, they smiled and Karen said, "We'll be ready for you in a few minutes."

"Sounds good," I said with a polite smile.

I did my best to sneak a gander at their juicy butts as they walked by, but Karen totally caught me. I darted my gaze to the floor in a futile attempt to avoid any problems, but it didn't work. I was made. She smiled as she entered her office with Sarah right behind her.

The subtle scent of their perfumes enticed me, and I swore I could even detect a delicate waft of pussy... or maybe they had truffle fries with lunch. It's hard to tell sometimes. I started to wonder what was going to happen next.

"It has to be truffle fries - not pussy, right?" I thought. "Right?!"

Karen opened the office door and sent her secretary on an errand.

"When you're finished, Jennifer, feel free to call it a day and we'll see you in the morning," Karen said.

"Thank you. Have a good afternoon." Jennifer replied.

Then Jennifer shot me a look I could not quite decipher. It was as if she knew something I didn't. Or maybe she was expressing disapproval. At any rate, her expression made me nervous.

As I waited, I took the time to daydream and decide which one, Karen or Sarah, I would fuck if I had the chance. Karen's ass was bubblier, but Sarah had a more attractive face in my opinion. I wondered if they would do butt stuff and swallow. Then there was Jennifer. She was pretty enough I suppose; nothing magical but good enough. Hell, who am I kidding? I'd fuck any of them... all of them!

My internal discussion ended when Sarah opened the door and called me in. "We're ready for you."

I smiled, stood up, and walked in the office. Sarah shut the door behind me and locked it. Karen, who was sitting at her desk, pointed to a to-go box on the table.

"Want any truffle fries?" She asked. "I ordered too many."

"Oh. I thought I smelled those!" I replied. "Just ate though so I'll pass for now."

Karen, continued, "Let's get right to it. We're here to talk about sexual harassment in the workplace. It's a practice we take very seriously."

"Sure," I said. "But I don't have any complaints and..."

Sarah interrupted, "...And we want to keep it that way."

"So why am I here then?" I asked. "You two have been very elusive and..."

Sarah cut me off again as she took a step toward me, "As Ms. Lemon said, we take our sexual harassment very seriously."

I noticed they didn't say sexual harassment

prevention

when the topic was discussed - just harassment. I looked at Sarah as she spoke and noticed the faint shadow of nipples barely visible behind her white blouse. She took another step closer to me and I caught the vibe that these two were indeed into taking sexual harassment seriously.

"From what I read in the company policy," I said, "Any advances have to be offensive, unwanted, and pervasive."

Karen laughed, "You actually read that?"

"Yes, Karen. I did," I replied.

Sarah shook her head, "It's Ms. Lemon."

"But I..."

Sarah put a finger to my lips and whispered, "In here, it's Ms. Lemon."

"Ms. Lemon," I whispered back.

"That's right," said Karen. "In here, I'm Ms. Lemon... unless of course you find that offensive or unwanted."

"Oh. No, Ms. Lemon." I gulped. "I'm fine with it."

By this point, Sarah had begun unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a nice set of perky tits.

"Good!" Karen smiled. "We were hoping you would be... fine with it."

Sarah leaned in to kiss me while unbuckling my belt. Within seconds Sarah had my hardening cock in her hand, and soon after that she dropped to her knees and began sucking.

"Mmm," she moaned as she looked up at me. "What a big, beautiful cock." Then she took more and more of my cock into her mouth until her lips reached my balls, and I could feel her throat open and engulf my throbbing meat.

Karen called out, "That's a good girl, Sarah! That's how you suck a cock!"

Sara released my cock from her oral grip.

"Thank you, Ms. Lemon," Sarah purred. Then she resumed sucking. It felt so good as I slipped down her throat.

"Take off your shirt," Karen directed me. I started unbuttoning and Karen reprimanded me, "In here, when I speak to you, you respond, 'Yes, Ms. Lemon' or 'Thank you, Ms. Lemon'. Got it?"

I was a little taken aback by the formality. I played along though. I knew her type.

"Yes, Ms. Lemon," I said as I completed her command. I tossed my shirt on the desk.

Sarah moaned as she sucked, letting me know how much she was enjoying my cock in her mouth.

Karen stood up and took off her blouse. Her tits looked heavy and natural with thick dark nipples. I wanted to suck them. I want to fuck them and cum on them too. My hard-on raged. I felt Sarah slide a finger along my taint to my asshole. I was down with it, so I relaxed and let her slip her finger inside my ass.

"Oh you like that?" asked Karen.

"Yes. Ms. Lemon," I answered with full compliance.

Karen began to walk out from behind her desk. Her tits jiggled with each click of her heels on the floor. Sarah inserted another finger up my ass as she licked my throbbing hard dick from balls to tip. She looked up at me and rubbed my cock along her rosy cheeks.

"Well," said Karen

"Yes, Ms. Lemon?" I inquired.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Since you like two fingers in your ass, maybe you'd like some of this too!" Karen stepped out from behind her desk and presented me with a strap-on already fastened around her waist. I looked at it and then her tits and then back down at it.

"Yes, Ms. Lemon," I replied.

I could see Sarah's eyes light up as she toyed with my cock and finger fucked my ass.

"Very good," said Karen. "Now on your knees. Before I fuck you, I want you to suck me."

To be clear, I never did fully understand the whole sucking the strap-on thing. I had seen it on porn videos, but sucking a plastic phallus didn't seem to be doing anything for anyone. There was no stimulation going on. Nevertheless, I acquiesced and said,

"Yes, Ms. Lemon, I will suck your dick."

Sarah removed her fingers from my ass and stood to watch the show. I got on my knees and took the strapon into my mouth. Karen slowly mouth-fucked me while Sarah watched. Then I began to understand about sucking the strapon. It wasn't about physical pleasure. It was about dominance. Karen was dominating me, and my cock felt like it had never been so taut in my life. I was extremely turned on.

As I sucked, I found an opening in the harness where I could slide my fingers and stimulate Karen's pussy. She was literally dripping wet. My finger slid inside her with ease as I continued giving her my first blow job. Karen grabbed the back of my head, and I took in as much cock as I could without gagging.

I looked up and saw that Sarah and Karen were making out now. Sarah fondled Karen's ample breasts for a moment and then began sucking them. I must have been doing something right with my fingers because Karen began to moan and pull my hair.

"Oh god yes," she breathed. "Suck my cock and make me cum. Make me cum. Make me cum."

I felt her pussy tighten as her body quivered with delight. Her lusty moans of ecstasy were music to my ears.

Sarah removed her skirt and thong and sat on the floor. She leaned back and spread her legs to show me the most delightful little twat, fully waxed and glistening. Sarah played with herself slowly as she spread her pussy wide.

Even though I wasn't commanded to do so, I was compelled to lick Sarah's snatch. I released the fake cock from my mouth and crawled on all fours to Sarah's treasure. My first lick had her gasping like a shower turned cold. Her pussy had been patiently waiting this whole time and my mouth was her reward. She reclined all the way on to her back and held her legs at the knees. This allowed me to give her full-length licks, from her swollen clit to her puckered asshole.

I knew before long that the cock of Karen's would be knocking on my back door. I heard her pop open a bottle of lube and nestle in behind me. Her cock felt wet and a little chilly as she guided the tip to my manhole. I relaxed and breathed, and, with deft precision, she slowly penetrated me a little at a time until she was fully fucking my ass. The initial discomfort subsided giving way to a world of deep forbidden pleasure that was reserved only for the adventurous at heart.

Sarah moaned and squirmed enthusiastically as I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and flicked her clit with my tongue while diddling her anus with my middle finger.

"You like my cock in your ass?"

"Yes, Ms. Lemon" I moaned. "Please fuck my ass!"

"Oh yeah!" moaned Sarah. "Fuck his ass!"

Sarah proved to be a real go getter. Her moans were so sexy, and her enthusiastic gyrations kept me vigilant. I did not want her movements to give a fat lip or a chipped tooth, so I gave her twat my full attention. I felt it was time for her to cum, so I stuffed two fingers in her pussy and my pinky up her ass while I vigorously sucked her clit.

"Oh! Oh, fuck yes! Fuck yes!" She squealed.

Then she seemed to hold her breath as her body bucked around with every orgasmic contraction. Finally, she breathed again and collapsed momentarily.

Karen pulled her cock out of my ass and rolled me over onto my back. She took off her strapon and tossed it aside. She leaned forward with her ass in the air and kissed me deeply, tasting all of Sarah's sweet pussy juice. Sarah got up and positioned herself behind Karen and began licking her pussy from behind.

Karen let out a sigh of pleasure, "Oh yeah. Mmm. Mmm." Then Karen whispered, "I want to sit on your face."

Of course I agreed, "Yes, Ms. Lemon. Sit on my face."

Karen scooted up and hovered her pussy over my eager, awaiting mouth. She had a neatly trimmed black landing strip of hair and luscious dark pink pussy lips. She spread these lips with her fingers and lowered herself until her tangy cunt about smothered me.

I sucked all I could into my mouth and flicked her clit. She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me against her even harder as she grinded away at my face.

I grabbed her scrumptious round booty and gave it a few swats.               She squealed and moaned, "Oh spank me harder. Harder!" I put some sting into the next few slaps, and she howled, "Oh god, yes!"

At about this time I could feel the warmth of Sarah's pussy on my cock as she straddled me. Her tight twat sent shivers up my spine. I felt the tip of my cock banging her cervix.

"You're so big," she breathed. "And you feel so good."

The three of us continued fucking. The women used my body and called out to the almighty in pleasurable exultation. Karen decided to turn around so she could watch Sarah fuck me and so she could get her ass licked. I was happy to oblige.

Karen really seemed to like a lot of pressure on her ass and pussy. She squished up against me so hard that I could barely move my head and all I could see was ass. It was a little hard to breathe, but I was into it and so was Karen, so I gave her my all, licking and sucking her ass and pussy. I even tongue fucked her in both holes. She reached back and spread her cheeks more.

"Yes!" She squealed. "Eat my ass! Make me cum!"

I found another gear and increased my tongue speed, although I admit my jaw was running out of endurance. I had already sucked her cock and licked Sarah to orgasm. Now I was servicing Karen. Before too long, her grinding intensified and she began to moan.

"I'm cumming," Karen squealed. "Oh god yes! I'm cumming!"

My face was glazed with her sensuality. I wanted to cum too. I could feel my white-hot fluid boil at the base of my cock. I panted and moaned. Karen dismounted my face and dove headfirst down towards Sarah's pussy and my cock.

"Let me taste your delicious cum!" She commanded as she grabbed my cock out of Sarah's pussy and shoved it into her own mouth.

"Yes, Ms. Lemon!" I growled as huge pulses of gooey cum sprayed the back of her throat. She gobbled it down at once as if she hadn't eaten in days and I was her only sustenance. Sarah joined her in milking and sucking every drop from deep within me until my cock fell from Karen's grasp, clean, drained, and lifeless. The two of them giggled and playfully kissed before standing and gathering their clothes. We all had floor burns in various places and Karen commented that she needed to get a pad or something for next time.

I slowly rolled over and stood up. Once we were all dressed, Sarah reminded me of the sexual harassment policy and scheduled me for appointments every Monday and Thursday after lunch.

I opened the to-go box and grabbed a bite of truffle fries. They tasted a little bit like Karen's pussy, so I snatched another handful and shoved them in my mouth.

"Hungry now," I grunted like some sort of caveman.

Sarah unlocked the door and I saw my way out only to find Jennifer on her way back in the office.

"Oh, you're still here?" She asked rhetorically in a rather disapproving tone.

"Long meeting," I smiled.

"Sure," she said. "You'd think just once they'd invite me. But no. I get sent on 'errands'."

That was an unexpected comment. She acted so square, but apparently, she just felt left out. Karen and Sarah probably had no idea about Jenner's desires. I certainly didn't until our recent meeting.

"Maybe talk to Ms. Lemon," I suggested to Jennifer.

"You mean Karen?" She responded.

I looked her right in the eyes and slowly articulated, "Ms. Lemon."

Jennifer tilted her head to one side with an inquisitive expression on her face. After a couple seconds, I could see that her idea light blinked on and that she finally understood. As I walked out the door, I heard Jennifer pick up the phone and call Karen's office. "Ms. Lemon?" She asked. "I would like to talk to you about our sexual harassment policy."