My name is Melody and I love my job. It wasn't always like that. Before old man Hawking retired I had the most boring secretarial job in the company. Then my new boss showed up, and all that changed. We were wondering what he'd be like. All we knew was that his name was Mr. Johnson, and that he was relocating from our London office. I was particularly worried, not knowing if I would be kept on or be sent back down to the secretarial pool.
Finally the big day came. I wore my best suit. Midnight blue to bring out my eyes, and custom tailored to fit like a glove. He stormed past my desk and into his office, slamming the door behind him, and I knew I was in trouble.
I heard not a peep from him for the next several hours, then was abruptly summoned into his office. He slowly walked around me several times, taking in every detail as he asked me questions. How long I had been with the company, whether I liked it here or not, what my duties for Mr. Hawking entailed...
Suddenly, he stopped in front of me and began to unbutton my jacket. I froze as he slipped it from my shoulders and stared at my breasts. I don't know if it was the way he looked at me or the chill from the air conditioning, but my nipples became erect and strained at the silk of my blouse. He smiled, then returned to his desk and sat down.
I stood there, not knowing what to do or say as he continued to stare at my body. Then he spoke, "Unbutton your blouse and remove your bra." I remained motionless, my mind whirling. Not wanting to comply, yet unwilling to lose my job. "NOW!" he said. With trembling hands I did as he asked. As I dropped my bra onto the chair, he began to rub the growing erection in his pants.
"Beautiful." he said, "Now get on your hands and knees and crawl to me. And do not look me in the eyes unless I tell you to, bitch." Until that day I had never been spoken to like that. But something began to stir inside me. I lowered myself to the floor, pulled my skirt up slightly, and crawled to him. When I reached him he ordered me to straighten, place my hands in my lap, and keep my eyes lowered. I did so and heard, rather than saw, him releasing his penis from his trousers.
He then started to roughly fondle my breasts as he spoke. "You have a very desirable body Melody; let's see if you know how to use it properly. I have not cum since leaving England. My balls are full and I need release. You will suck my cock, you will allow me to ejaculate into your mouth, and you will swallow every drop. How well you do so will determine whether or not you still have a job. Is that clear, slut?"
I whispered "Yes, Sir" and took his penis into my mouth. He was rough, grabbing my hair and thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. I began to choke, but he only laughed and pushed himself deeper. My throat muscles began to open, stretching around his throbbing member.
He started to moan as his balls hit my chin. I licked, sucked, fucked his cock with my mouth, and within minutes it began to spasm. He growled "Swallow it, Bitch!", and stream after stream of the sweetest cum I had ever tasted began to explode down the back of my throat.
I swallowed furiously to keep up, and milked his swollen balls for him. When he had spent himself he told me to get dressed and get back to work. As I left his office he said "Be here at the usual time tomorrow. And you are not allowed to wear panties to work from now on. Shut the door behind you."
That was two years ago. And in those two years, Mr. Johnson has used and abused my body on a daily basis, and I wouldn't have it any other way! But all good things must come to an end. I'm getting married next month and will be moving away. But before I go I must find a replacement for myself. One that will be suitable for Mr. Johnson's special needs.
It hasn't been easy, and Mr. Johnson requires me to pre-screen all the candidates, to save him the trouble of having to interview them all himself. That's what I'm doing today. The waiting room is full of women applying for the position, but I have my eye on one on particular.
She's young and very pretty. Petite with large, full breasts, just the way he likes them. She hasn't much experience, and is obviously eager to impress me. But as she waits, she sees one woman after another being dismissed, and is getting more nervous by the minute.
