Blackmailed by my Husband’s Boss — Part 3

Her boss makes her take ‘dick’-tation under the desk, while he talks to her husband!

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Now that we worked at the same place, Pete and I could commute to work together. Pete chatted away to me as he drove.

My mind ran through the memories of our boss, Roland, his powerful hands touching me, his cock entering me. The images would have kept me up all night if I hadn’t made myself come.

“Felicia? You there?”

“What?”

Shit! What should have been a pleasant conversation on our way to work had been tainted by Roland’s presence.

“Sorry,” I said, lamely. “My mind is somewhere else.”

Pete laid a comforting hand on my leg.

“You worried about work?”

“Maybe,” I said, but I was more worried about Roland and what ‘work’ he might ask me to do.

“Hey, don’t worry! You got this!” Pete said. “You always do a great job, no matter what you’re asked to do.”

Oh, God! If Pete only knew!

“I know. It’s just Roland is very demanding.”

“Yeah, he is,” Pete said. “But if you do a good job, he’ll give you a generous bonus!”

I almost choked on my coffee.

Jesus, Pete! You really need to stop talking!

Luckily, the drive was soon over. We parked in the garage under Roland’s building. Pete walked me to my desk and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“See you at lunch?”

“Sure, babe,” I said. “That would be nice.”

Pete grinned, and I watched him walk down the hall to his office, which just happened to be on the opposite end of the third floor.

As far away from Roland’s office as possible, I thought as I sat down and began to work.

Despite what Roland claimed were my office ‘duties’, I still had other work to do. Among my tasks were to go through Roland’s email, answer anything that I could, then forward the rest onto him. I checked his calendar, adding appointments for him to confirm or deny, which meant a whole bunch of calls later to confirm the confirmation.

It was a lot of make-work, but that was all right. I could distract myself for a full two hours before I heard Roland’s deep voice.

“Well,” Roland said. “I’m glad to see you here,hard at work. I must admit, I didn’t know if you would show up.”

I forced a smile on my face as I looked up at the man who had taken advantage of my vulnerability the day before. I couldn’t look at him without remembering his body inside me, pounding me into submission.

“Of course,” I said. “I’m here to work.”

“Good, good,” he said. “Sometimes my… orientation can be a bit too much for some.”

“Not at all.” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. “I can handle a lot.”

Damn! I hadn’t meant to come off as flirty!. Why was I encouraging him?

Roland grinned, a knowing gleam of hunger in his eyes.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said. “Because we have a lot of work to get to.”

He walked to his office, then turned at the door.

“That means you should follow me, Felicia. It’s time to get started.”

I stood up from my desk and immediately bumped the underside with my thighs, betraying my nervousness. Roland chuckled and watched as I gathered up my phone and a work Ipad that had been requisitioned for me.

Roland held the door open for me, then closed it behind us, locking the door. The day before, the windows had been frosted, but today they were clear. I gasped. Was he going to do something for the entire office to see? Fear filled my heart when Roland suddenly gripped my shoulders and slammed up against the glass. I gasped and dropped my Ipad and phone.

“What do you think, Felicia?” Roland’s hot breath assaulted my ear. “Should we show the whole office how hard a worker Pete’s wife is?”

“Oh, God!” I moaned. “Please, no!”

“Really?” Roland moved his hand between my legs and I cried out in shock as he dug his fingers inside my panties and probed my swollen pussy. “Then why are you so wet?”

“Oh, God!” I moaned. I peered out of the window. Pete was talking to another assistant just down the row of cubicles. He wasn’t looking this way yet, but it was only a matter of time.

Oh, no! Pete! Please, don’t look!

Roland teased my pussy with one hand. With the other hand, he flipped a switch, and the windows clouded. I had one more glance at Pete, his eyes raising to look my way, just before my vision was obscured by the opaque glass.

“Ooh! What would Pete say if he could see his beautiful wife?” Roland growled, frigging my pussy hard and fast.

I moaned against the glass, my hot breath clouding the window. His rough fingers continued to work inside me. The idea of Pete just outside the door while I was being fingered by this bastard should have splashed cold water on the heat between my legs, but it didn’t. Just like the previous day, the sheer lewdness of what I was doing made the feelings hotter and wetter.

“Oh, fuck!” I bit my lower lip, trying in vain to fight my bliss. “Fuck!”

“Yes, you nasty little slut!” Roland hissed hot words into my ear. “Come for me. Cum for your boss!”

“Nooo!” I moaned, but it was too late. The pleasure built to an almost painful pleasure inside my cunt. I couldn’t control it anymore than I could control Roland’s masterful plundering of my pussy.

So, I let myself go. I dropped my phone and Ipad. There was no more office, no Pete, no employees working down the hall. My existence had narrowed to that point of exquisite pleasure between my legs.

I screamed, the glass muffling my voice. My lust burst like a wet balloon inside of me, spilling hot juices onto Roland’s fingers and dripping down my quivering thighs.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!” I chanted as my body spasmed with pleasure, grinding against my boss’s fingers, my greedy, traitorous cunt seeking more stimulation.

“That’s it,” Roland murmured, gently brushing back my hair. “That’s my good girl.”

I whimpered in shame as Roland pulled me away from the window and deposited me into a chair. He loomed above me. I watched him, helpless as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down over his hips.

The cock I hadn’t been able to forget sprang from his pants, ready and willing to fuck! God! It was so big, even bigger than my lewd memories. Roland stepped forward, aiming his cock at my mouth.

“You know what I want,” Roland growled. “Kiss my cock!”

I moaned, leaning forward, and kissed the tip of his cock. Roland murmured appreciatively, sliding the fat length over my lips. I pulled back, but his hand caught my hair and held me in place as his cock slid across my cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on my skin.

“You missed this cock, didn’t you, slut?” he asked, rolling the heavy shaft over my nose, filling my nostrils with his masculine scent.

“No!” I lied. My pussy was already responding to the lewd contact of his cock against my face. I tried to fight the rising lust, but Roland saw my hips screwing backward into the chair, trying to calm the fire between my legs.

“I see,” he chuckled. “Did you fuck Pete last night?”

I groaned, which was all the answer Roland needed.

“Did you think about this cock when you fucked your husband?”

“No!” I insisted as my cunt wept juices into my panties. I took a deep breath and fought the sensations rushing through my body. I couldn’t give in, not again.

“Fine,” Roland chuckled. “If that’s how you want to play it,”

He gripped my hair in his hand and pulled me to my feet. I was shocked when he kissed me hard, his tongue spearing straight into my mouth.

I moaned, wavering on my feet as he kissed me. He grabbed my wrist and put it on his cock.

“Fight all you want, Felicia, but I know you want it.”

“No, please!” I whimpered, but my hand betrayed me, stroking the beautiful length of Roland’s cock.

“I’m going to fuck Pete from your brain,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you until all you want is my cock. What do you think of that?”

“It won’t happen,” I moaned. “I love Pete.”

“I know,” Roland growled and slammed me up against the desk. He ripped my skirt up over my round ass and dug his fingers into the wet fabric of my panties, pulling aside the insignificant barrier. “That’s why breaking you is going to be so much fun!”

He ran the fat head of his cock up my swollen slit. Instead of clenching tight, my muscles opened for him as if inviting his beautiful cock into me. Roland grunted and punched his cock into me. I cried out as the pain flashed through my stretched cunt followed once again by that fabulous feeling of fullness.

I fell forward over the desk as Roland plowed mercilessly inside me, plumbing the depths my poor husband had never been able to reach. I couldn’t hold back the lust as my traitorous cunt gave into the throbbing piston. My body enveloped Roland’s cock, gripping him tight and staying with him as he withdrew, then plunged back inside, forcing me to be the perfect receptacle for his cock.

“I can feel you loving it!” Roland growled. “I can feel you sucking me in. You want this as much as I do!”

“No!” I moaned. I didn’t want that, did I?

Even as I cried out, my body gave into the pleasurable punishment and I was coming, my body convulsing on the top of Roland’s desk as the orgasm burned through my body. Once again, my mind went blank. No job, no Pete, only Roland’s cock and my own intense pleasure.

And that’s when someone knocked on the door.

Roland heard it first and stopped fucking me. He slapped a hand over my mouth, then called out.

“Who is it?”

“Sorry, Roland,” Oh shit! It was Pete! No, Pete! “I had a question about Dwyer.”

“Hold on!” Roland called out. He gripped me by the hair and pulled me around the desk, shoving me under it. He pulled up his pants, then I heard him walk to the door and unlock it.

“Sorry to bother you,” Pete said.

“Not at all!” Roland said jovially. He walked to his chair and sat down. My heart pounded in fear as I heard Pete walk to the front of the desk, his voice only a foot away. “I was about to call you anyway.”

“Oh, ok,” Pete said. “I’m surprised Felicia wasn’t out front.”

“Yes. I sent her on an errand,” Roland said and waved one hand while his other hand undid his pants. He deftly pulled out his cock. “Now, what did you want to ask?”

Roland’s cock popped out of his pants and he waggled it at me as Pete talked about his account. He couldn’t want me to suck his cock? Not while Pete was in the room!

“That’s good, Pete,” Roland said. “I’m pleased with your work. If you and your wife continue to work this hard, I see great things for your future.”

He waved his cock back and forth and II knew those words were for me as well as my husband. I had no choice. Slowly, I shuffled up to his cock and put my mouth around his throbbing shaft.

“Sit, Pete!” Roland sighed as his cock slid deep into my throat. I choked back my gagging noises, sucking on his thick root as his words echoed in my ear. “Tell me. How are you and Felicia doing?”

I stifled a moan as I heard my name on Roland’s lips. Please God, don’t do this! I stopped sucking, but Roland placed his hand on my head, holding me in place.

“Oh, very well, thank you,” Pete said. “I admit, I was anxious when I made that mistake on this account, but I promise I won’t let you down.”

“Of course you won’t!” Roland bucked his hips a little to start me sucking again. I couldn’t stop this. All I could do was move forward. “I have every faith in you and your lovely wife.”

“Thank you, Roland,” Pete said with a lavish devotion that made me sick. Roland pushed my head down on his cock, jamming the bulbous head against the back of my throat. Tears burned my eyes as I fought not to chock on his thick shaft.

“And Felicia? How does she like her new… responsibilities?”

Oh God! I thought as I sucked on Roland’s cock, the hot shaft throbbing against my tongue. I can’t take much more of this!”

Even as the thought rammed through my brain, I felt the lust inside my cunt flare into life. Why? Why was I getting turned on by being forced to suck my boss’ cock with my husband in the room?

What the hell was wrong with me?

“Oh, she likes it!” Pete was saying, and I closed my eyes. Roland tensed and I knew what that meant. He was going to come soon. “She says it’s challenging, but very rewarding.”

“That’s good!” Roland said, and I noticed a breathiness to his voice. Oh God! He was going to come in my mouth with my husband sitting right there!

Roland had other ideas. He pulled his cock from my mouth and, as my husband sat there talking, his boss let loose long, ropy strands of cum across his wife’s face. I opened my mouth and salty jizz squirted across my tongue. I lapped at the thick stream, lack of air and the fog of lust defeating me.

“Well, Pete, thanks for stopping in,” Roland was saying as the last of his cum dripped out of his cock and oozed down my cheek. “I think you and Felicia should come over to the house soon for dinner.”

“Oh! That sounds great!” Pete said excitedly.

“All right,” Roland said. “Back to work. I’ll let Felicia know you stopped by.”

“Thank you, Roland!” Pete was saying as he opened the door.

The door shut. Roland rolled back in his chair and grinned down at me.

“Your husband is such a hard worker, my dear,” Roland chuckled. “It almost makes me feel bad that he has such a slut for a wife.”

“Fuck you!” I hissed and reached up to wipe a slash of cum from my cheek.

“No!” he ordered, and I stopped. “Leave the cum on your face and get up!”

I moaned, but did as I was told.

“Sit on my desk,” Roland said, brushing aside papers and pens to make room on the desk in front of him. “Here.”

I groaned, but climbed onto his desk. Again, he hiked up my skirt, revealing my soaked panties.

“You’re so wet!” he laughed. “Don’t tell me you liked sucking me off while your husband was standing there like an idiot?”

“No!” I spat. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Liar,” Roland said. “Show me how much you liked sucking my cock.”

“What do you mean?”

“Masturbate for me,” Roland said. “I want you to make yourself come with my cum on your face.”

“Please, no!” I whimpered, my cheeks burning. “I couldn’t.”

“Oh, you can,” Roland said and ran a thumb up the outside of my panties. A jolt of electricity shot through my pussy. “See? You’re almost there.”

“Oh, no!” I moaned, but I dropped my hand to my pussy. I pulled back my panties and ran a finger up my pussy. He was right,. My cunt was so tender, the slightest touch sent shivers of pleasure through my whole body.

“That’s right, slut!” Roland murmured, his eyes locked on my cunt. “Keep stroking. I want to see how much of a greedy whore you are.”

I closed my eyes, trying in vain to block out Roland as I frigged my pussy, working my clit with my fingertips. However, I could hear Roland’s heavy breathing as my boss got off on my submission and that was the last push my body needed.

While my boss’ cum dried on my face, I came on top of his desk, my body humping desperately as I gave into my lust.

“Good girl!” Roland laughed. He rose to his feel and swiped the cum from my cheek, pushing a fat dollop of sticky jizz into my mouth. “You truly are beautiful, Felicia!”

I moaned, the compliment making something warm bloom in my belly. Was I feeling grateful? Ridiculous!

“Now,” Roland pulled up his pants, walked over to a chair, and pulled my iPad and phone from underneath. He must have kicked them under there when he had unlocked the door so Pete wouldn’t see them. Roland came back to the desk and handed them to me. “Why don’t we go over my schedule?”

I tried to slide off his desk, but he held me in place.

“No, do it from there. With your legs open.” He smiled. “I like this look.”

I whimpered, but did as I was told, opening Roland’s schedule while my boss watched. With my legs spread wide, I proceeded to tell Roland about his day.

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