"No, no.... I can't say I'm seeing any improvement in work ethic," said Gene lazily into the phone, leaning back in his office chair with a look of smug contentment on his face. "Hm... No, let's hold off on canning him for now. I'd like to keep him on the improvement plan. I think with a little more encouragement, we might make a semi-competent worker out of him."
Eliza knelt at his feet, her eyes glazed with submissive desire as she bobbed her head smoothly up and down his massive cock, wriggling her tongue madly in a desperate attempt to coax her favorite treat out faster. She wore professional office clothes as usual, a simply cut blouse and flowing black pants. Nothing that would make you think that she was other than a normal young professional. But right now, Her hand moved frantically, stuffed down the front of those conservative, professional pants, writhing between her wet panties and her wetter pussy as she wallowed in her shameful lust. She dimly registered that Gene was probably talking about David, and a pang of guilt cut through her haze of pleasure.
It had been a month since Eliza first started her new blowjob routine with Gene. The "daily HR check-ins" were now simply scheduled fellatio sessions, with Eliza falling to her knees almost as soon as the office door clicked shut behind her. While Eliza was becoming more and more intimately familiar with her new boss's cock, things had been getting even worse for her husband. Ever since Gene had given David such an awful performance review, he had been placed directly under Gene's micromanaging supervision, which only gave Gene further opportunities to humiliate and bully him.
And as much as Eliza tried to resist, Gene's dominant bullying of her wilting husband was definitely getting her hot and bothered lately. She understood exactly what was happening, of course. Whatever strange oil Gene had slipped her made him irresistibly attractive to her traitorous subconscious. So naturally, she interpreted Gene's favorite hobby of bullying as sexy and masculine. Her new fetish for Gene's cruelty was therefore utterly artificial... but that didn't make it any less powerful and compelling.
Despite her unwanted arousal at his humiliation, Eliza's heart ached for her poor husband. David didn't deserve her betrayal, even if it wasn't her fault. Luckily, having a new sexual outlet in the daily blowjob sessions had allowed Eliza to regain some of her drive and focus instead of being distracted and horny at all times. She used that new energy to make an effort to reconnect with her husband and ease his stress. It was the least she could do. She had begun planning weekly Saturday night dates to hopefully take their minds off of work, and it seemed like they had been good for David. Although, as much as Eliza enjoyed spending time with her husband, the weekends were a little tough... it was the only time of the week when Eliza had to go without Gene's semen for two days in a row, and by Saturday night she was sometimes distracted and irritable.
Gene clicked the receiver down hard and grinned down at his little slut. "You know what would make me cum a lot faster..." he mused aloud, an evil gleam in his eye. "If you finally told me what I want to hear. Admit it. My cock is better than his. We both know it. I want to hear my sweet little Cumbunny describe how pathetic her husband is compared to me."
Eliza just wordlessly glared up at Gene, her tongue swirling and her head bobbing faster, trying to end the blowjob before Gene took this line of thinking any further. Gene was always finding new ways to push the envelope with his new Cumbunny, and this was the latest. He wanted Eliza to join in on bullying David, badmouthing him during their dirty talk.
But that was going too far. It was bad enough that her body heated up when David was treated badly. She wouldn't give in and participate in Gene's bullying. She loved and respected David, and no mysterious oil would ever change that.
Gene just chuckled at her defiant glare and scooted his flabby ass backward on the chair. "Well, if you insist, Lizzie. You know what you have to do then. It's one or the other."
Eliza's stomach roiled and her heart sank. It seemed like for every minor way she managed to defy Gene, he extracted fresh humiliations in revenge. But in her desperate circumstances, she had to pick her battles... Eliza reluctantly released Gene's cock and lowered her head down past his big, hairy balls, pulled apart his cheeks...
And extended her delicate pink tongue to lick and suck her boss's asshole. While the cock sucking was slowly becoming routine, being forced to serve in this filthy, humiliating way still made Eliza burn with shame. She had fought hard for a week to resist this degrading sex act, but once again her hunger was stronger than her pride. The final straw had been the false choice Gene had presented: insult her husband or eat his ass. This way she could at least tell herself she was defending David.
As Eliza explored Gene's sweaty, wrinkled sphincter with the same tongue and lips she used to kiss her husband, her fingers began to move again, grinding against her overheated pussy. More and more lately, even her own degradation had become a source of twisted pleasure...
"I've got an offer for you, Cumbunny," grunted Gene suddenly. Eliza couldn't see his face from her humbled position, but she managed to give a muffled "mmmhmmph" to let him know she was listening.
"I know that weekends must be hard for you without your favorite treat," he said in a voice dripping with false concern. "Why don't you come spend time with me this Saturday? I promise that you'll enjoy it."
Eliza's mouth was too busy to respond, only making wet slurping noises, but her mind whirled. She couldn't. That was her bonding time with David. Their dates had been helping both of them. Him to relieve stress, and her to ease her guilt and reconnect with her husband. But she knew that now the temptation was there, she would struggle with it. God damn it. Fuck Gene and his fucking mind games!
Gene chuckled as if reading her mind through the frantic wriggling of her tongue. "Just an offer," he said with dark amusement. "Not a command this time, Bunny. Food for thought. Now make me cum."
Her mind raging with conflict and shame and her pussy singing from humiliation and her swiftly rubbing fingers, Eliza raised her free hand and began rapidly jacking her boss's dick.
Only when he began cumming would she be allowed to raise her head from between his sweaty cheeks and catch the fluid that had become her obsession.
...
"...so that's where I'm at," said David with a miserable sigh. "After weeks of backbreaking work, they're basically telling me that it was all subpar and I'm going to stay under an improvement plan. Fucking Carl even hinted that I was lucky not to have been fired!"
Eliza made an appropriately sympathetic noise and tried not to think about how utterly and easily Gene had defeated her husband. She tried to focus instead on the massage, working her fingers deep into the knots in David's shoulders. It felt unfair that she was always being forced into the role of sympathetic cheerleader when she faced humiliations even worse than David's... but then again he knew nothing about what she was going through, and she planned to keep it that way.
Eliza's phone buzzed in her pocket, and she felt a sudden stab of dread. There was only one person who frequently texted her these days... Eliza continued the massage with one hand while stealthily checking what he wanted this time.
She almost dropped her phone as she was confronted with a dick pic, swollen, angry and full screen. She must have made a sound of surprise, because David gave her a worried glance over his shoulder. "What's up babe?" he asked, his tone tender and concerned.
"N-nothing," said Eliza shakily as another text buzzed in from Gene. This one read [So. We on for Saturday?] Well, at least it wasn't another picture of his cock. "It's just a text from my friend Heather. I haven't heard from her in ages," continued Eliza.
She swiftly replied to the message, trying to deal with Gene quickly so she could get back to concentrating on her husband. [I told you I can't, Gene! That's my time with my husband]
"I need to take my mind off it," said David firmly, turning to give Eliza a warm smile. "Luckily, I've got a date with my smoking hot wife tomorrow. Wine tasting, right? I've been thinking about it all week."
