Confessions: Your Father Dominated Me In His Office

And I came on his massive d*ck.

Job interviews were the worst. When they were with your boyfriend’s father, they were even more tedious. I sat opposite him, his large mahogany desk filling the space and awkward silence between us.

I’d dressed conservatively in a black skirt that reached my knees and a white button-down blouse that let the tiniest hint of cleavage show. I wore black heels to complete the ensemble and crossed them beneath my chair. They might not be practical in the office, but if I planned on climbing the corporate ladder here a little attention.

Thomas eyed me intently, he was a handsome man for his age, dressed well in a three-piece suit, his black hair shot through with a little grey. Most men might dye it for vanity’s sake, but everything about Thomas told me he was a self-assured success who didn’t care what others thought of him.

I could see where Mark got his good looks from.

“You present me with a problem, Tiffany,” Thomas concluded as he set down his pen.

I bit my lip. Not exactly what I’d expected. Mark had assured me the interview was merely a formality. I was looking for my first job after finishing college, and their was no doubt working for their consulting firm would look good on my resume. Assuming of course I got the job.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“Well,” Thomas paused. “If I hire you, everyone else in the firm will assume it’s nepotism. It’ll undermine my authority.”

“It doesn’t have to be nepotism,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “I graduated summa cum laude from Princeton. I’m not going to bring down the average, even here.”

“We aren’t even hiring,” Thomas replied. “Our positions were filled months ago. The board will view it as flagrant favoritism.”

“I didn’t figure you for someone who was so easily intimidated by the board,” I countered, gambling on his pride.

Thomas smiled. “Tell me, Tiffany. What are you doing with my son? You’re clearly well out of his league.”

The flattery caught me flat-footed. “I uh, he’s very good to me.”

“You mean he buys you things,” Thomas countered. “Hardly a ringing endorsement. Does he fuck you properly?”

My jaw just about hit the table. “Thomas, you can’t ask me things like that. It’s inappropriate.”

“You’re in my office begging for a job,” Thomas replied. “I can ask anything I like. I notice you didn’t answer. Hardly a ringing endorsement of my son’s abilities.”

“If you’re just going to try and embarrass me, I can get a job elsewhere,” I rose to my feet.

“Sit down Tiffany!” Thomas instructed.

His voice was firm, unyielding and absolute. I sank back into the chair not wanting to cause an incident.

“If you’d listen carefully you would have noted I am not trying to embarrass you,” Thomas stressed the last word. “But determine if my son is performing adequately enough to satisfy a woman as stunning as you are.”

The compliment surprised me. Thomas had a way of perpetually knocking me off-balance. I didn’t know where he was coming from or what he wanted.

“Of course he does.”

“That’s a shame,” Thomas sighed. “Because I have no need of another intern whatsoever, but if you were in need of some proper sexual satisfaction I could have seen us reaching a mutually agreeable situation.”

I didn’t know what to say. Had Thomas just offered to fuck me in exchange for the job? The color rose in my cheeks. The nerve of him.

“Are you saying you’ll make me an intern if I fuck you?” I asked trying to keep my voice even.

“Oh no,” Thomas sat up in his seat. “You graduated summa cum laude from Princeton. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The office went quiet for a few moments. Then Thomas gave me a wolfish smile. “I’m saying I’d start you as a third-year consultant with a phone, a company car and as an added bonus I’ll fuck you whenever I please.”

“Whenever you please?” I blinked, was he serious?

“But Mark, you can’t,” I stammered.

Thomas stood up and strode around the table, loosening his tie as he moved. “I don’t care what Mark thinks. If he was fucking you properly, you’d have already stormed out. You’re interested, you’re just wondering what it will mean for you.”

Thomas was relentless, but he wasn’t wrong. Third year consultant? That would jump start my entire career. Mark and I had only been dating a few weeks and I’d be lying if I said it was love at first sight. Could I really fuck his dad though?

Thomas was handsome enough but was I really ready to fuck my way to the top. I wasn’t an idiot; I knew I could career climb on my own merits but the cold calculating boss bitch in me told me I could skip my life forward three years if I spread my legs for my boyfriend’s dad.

“So, what if I am?” I replied.

“Then you’re definitely too smart for Mark, and exactly what I need. Do you want the position, or are you going to go home and tell Mark you’d rather start out in the mailroom elsewhere?”

Thomas stood before me, his tie in his hands, but my eyes were drawn inexorably down his fit form to the sent he was pitching at my eye level. It was considerable and he made no effort to hide it.

“Is that a pen in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” I nodded at the bulge.

Thomas reached for a folder on his desk, he drew out a piece of paper and stuck it on the desk in front of me.

It was a contract, and it already had my name prefilled in it. What’s more is it had my position listed as The Boss’s Free Use Office Slut.

“We both knew what you were the moment we met,” Thomas smiled. “Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?”

How could he possibly believe that? I never even gave the possibility a moment’s thought.

I skim read the first page but Thomas was clearly not in a patient mood.

“You come when I call, and I’ll make sure you come repeatedly. You’ll be paid handsomely and who knows, you might even enjoy it.”

I shifted in my seat, truth be told, the entire indecent proposal was making me wet. Thomas was an animal, not afraid to take what he wanted. He didn’t give a damn if I was his son’s girlfriend or not. Judging by the bulge in his pants, that only served to turn him on.

I reached into my bag, drew out a pen and scribbled my signature.

“Don’t worry,” Thomas reassured me. “Only me and you will see the paperwork, everyone else will believe you’re just another consultant.”

He took the contract, placed it in the folder and locked it in the drawer. Then he positioned himself between my legs so that his cock was mere inches from my mouth. He was as hard as steel.

“Raise your hands,” Thomas instructed.

I did as he was told, and he took his tie and bound my wrists together. Then he ran it down the back of the chair and tied it around the leg of the chair I was sitting on so that my wrists were bound together behind my neck.

I was bound before my boyfriend’s father as he reached for his belt. He undid it slowly, purposefully his eyes watching me as he reached for his zipper.

He was so close I could have reached out and run my tongue over the absurd protrusion jutting out of his slacks, but I was hypnotised by him. Thomas let his slacks drop to the floor and reached into his silk boxers, drawing out his cock.

It was still only semi hard but had to be at least eight inches long and growing with his obvious arousal over what he was about to do to me.

“Geez,” I breathed as my mouth drooped.

“That’s what Mark’s last girlfriend said too,” Thomas chuckled.

Before I could answer, he thrust forward driving the thick flared head into my mouth. I tried to speak but I gave up as his girthy member made it impossible to speak.

“It’s something of a hobby of mine,” Thomas explained. “He things he’s Fabio, but not one of them has turned me down.”

It made me feel a little bad for Mark but as I drooled all over his father’s cock, I couldn’t help but understand why. He was charismatic, powerful, handsome and hung.

I couldn’t use my hands so I just bobbed my head back and forth, working him with my tongue and lips. Thomas’ groans of approval told me I was living up to his expectations.

Thomas drew back, and I gasped for breath.

“So big,” I panted as the fruits of my sloppy blowjob ran off his cock and onto my fresh pressed blouse.

“Yes, they are, Tiffany.” Thomas eyes were glued to the swell of my chest as it heaved with my every breath.

His hands worked quickly, popping one button after another. Each button revealing more of my chest. The demi-cup bra I’d chosen was more sexy than secretary. It showed off plenty of cleavage even with a blouse. Without it my breasts were practically spilling out into his hands.

Thomas peeled down my bra, exposing my hard nipples. Thomas pinched one between his fingers, rolling it until I gasped with both pleasure and pain.

“Aren’t you just delightful?” Thomas growled as he hiked up my skirt and yanked my panties aside. “And soaked too.”

His laughter was drowned out by the sound of his fingers plundering in and out of my wet sex. Thomas knelt down in front of the chair, hiked my legs up over the arm rests and guided himself to my entrance.

He teased me, sliding it up and down against my clit.

“You’re an animal,” I panted.

“Yes,” Thomas nodded a broad grin crossing his lips. “And you were my son’s hot girlfriend.”

“Were?” I gasped.

Thomas drove his cock into me in a thrust that made my hips shake and my chest heave.

“Yes,” he laughed. “Now you’re my eager little office slut, aren’t you?”

Before I could answer he drew out.

“Put it back in,” I begged.

“Say it!” Thomas growled, teasing my clit with his cock.

He was right. I was bound, my legs dangling over the arm rests my pussy wide open for my boyfriend’s handsome father. His thick cock worked back and forth against my clit as I considered his demand. I wasn’t normally submissive, but neither did I even want to fight him. I wanted him to rail me into this chair until I came for him.

“I am,” I nodded. “I’m your slut, now, please put it back in.”

Thomas drove himself inside me and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming with glee.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I begged, as every thrust pushed me closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Tiffany,” Thomas tweaked my nipple as he used me hard and fast.

My moans grew in volume and Thomas clamped his mouth over mine to muffle them. I did as I was told and came for him, moaning and panting as he fucked me right into the chair.

My head lolled back as I felt my boyfriend’s father seeded me right there in his office. The first two torrents flooded me. Thomas pulled out, shooting more onto my stomach.

“Holy shit,” I gasped.

He wasn’t done. Thomas stood up and methodically stroked his hard cock draining it all over my chest.

One. Two. Three ropes spread across my breasts.

I was a hot mess but Thomas wasn’t done.

“I have a meeting at two, I can’t show up smelling like your pussy.” Thomas thrust forward, offering it to me once more.

He fed me that hard cock so that I could clean every inch of it. Our juices were a heady aphrodisiac and as I slurped it down eagerly, a flash illuminated the room.

I looked up right as Thomas took a photo of me sucking his hard cock. I knew I should have been angry but to be honest I just wanted him to stick it back in me.

“Smile,” Thomas instructed.

I did as I was told and Thomas took a handful more.

“Souvenirs,” he smiled. “Of our first date. Don’t worry. It won’t be the last.”

He got dressed, and I sat there marinating in his seed.

“What time’s Mark expecting you home?” he asked.

“Six,” I answered. “I normally do Pilates in the afternoon.”

“Good, I’ll be back at three,” Thomas replied. “I’ll see you then.”

“Wait, you’re not going to untie me?”

Thomas laughed. “Better hope Mark doesn’t pop by the office in the meantime.”

I tried to free my hands, but the knot was better than I’d anticipated.

“Good luck,” Thomas laughed as he slid my panties back into place. “You’re going to need to start storing a spare wardrobe here in the office. Don’t worry, I’ll add an allowance to your salary.”

I nodded my understanding. What else was there to do. I’d just signed up to be my boyfriend’s dad’s sex toy, but my real dilemma was, I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy it.

One thing was certain, Mark could never know about this.

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