My New Boss

After Mr. Mitchell forced me naked and gagged to hide under his desk and pleasure him, I don’t know what I was expecting in the coming days, but it definitely wasn’t for everything to go back to normal. Things were mostly back to before he caught me in his gym bag, and I was back to just doing whatever tedious tasks he sent me on. Neither of us brought up what had transpired those days, and I started to believe that he might have decided to forget everything after we were nearly caught by my old boss Mrs. Marin.

This normalcy, however, didn’t even last a week.

One day, Mr. Mitchell was to meet virtually with Chairman Borros and some very important Arab clients to negotiate a big new deal for the company. But the meeting had gone on much longer than expected. For what was just supposed to be a couple hours long meeting, I had had to keep clearing and altering Mr. Mitchell’s schedule as time went on. After the meeting started early in the morning, I never saw him throughout the day as he stayed on and continued the negotiations. Periodically, he would send me messages to email him certain documents, or to tell me to alter his schedule as the meeting dragged along.

Near the very end of the workday after the meeting had been going on for several hours, I got a much different message.

“Get in here. And don’t make a sound,” it read.

As silently as I could, I walked over and slowly opened the door to my boss’s office.

He was sitting at his desk speaking somewhat angrily to whomever was on the other line in Arabic (who knew that he spoke Arabic?) On his face (which was red from talking so long), he wore his reading glasses as he held a stack of papers in one hand and rested his other hand on his bearded chin. He had removed his suit jacket and was sitting in only his white button-up shirt. The negotiations must’ve been very exasperating. He had loosened his tie and un-buttoned the first couple buttons on his shirt to reveal some of his hairy chest. He also had rolled up the sleeves to his elbows which showed his muscled and hairy forearms. Despite these measures, I could see that sweat had started to soak through his shirt near his armpits over the course of the long talks. His deep voice had begun to go hoarse after several hours of constant back-and-forth.

Once I had entered the room, signaled me with one of his hand out of camera frame to come closer to the desk.

He pointed down under the desk, and I began to understand what he called me in here for. He rolled his chair back slightly and turned to give me space to enter. I got on all fours and crawled behind and under the desk making sure that nobody on the computer would be able to see me. I got settled under the desk and turned to face my boss when one of his hands went down to undo his belt and pants before he fished out his soft cock and balls.

Despite already seeing his uncut cock hard, seeing it completely soft in front of me was as if not more exciting to me. Even soft, it was almost as long and thick as mine was soft and beautifully hung down with his balls.

Not appreciating my hesitancy, one of his hands reached down, grabbed me by the hair, and forced my face to cock. Almost instinctively, I took the head of his cock in my mouth, but when it started to move down the cock I had been dreaming of sucking since I first started working for Mr. Mitchell, his grip on my hair forced my head to stay still. That’s when I fully realized what I had been brought in the office to do.

Liquid started flowing out of my boss’s cockhead, into my mouth, and over my tongue. I was startled at first, but I managed to swallow the first mouthful without making a noise or spilling a drop. I knew then that my boss had brought me into his office to surreptitiously use me as his personal urinal as he continued his meeting.

And continue he did. Even as his piss flowed down his trapped assistant’s throat between his legs, Mr. Mitchell continued to speak and respond to the people on the computer completely nonchalantly (though at least his tone was nonchalant, I don’t speak Arabic.)

Over what felt like forever, I swallowed down mouthful and mouthful of the piss that my boss had accrued over hours and hours of negotiations. Eventually, his stream died down and I took my final swallow of my boss’s piss (proudly) without spilling a single drop or giving myself away.

He then let go of my hair and brought his hand up above the desk and continued his meeting. Even though he might’ve expected me to leave the room at that point, I couldn’t help myself with my gorgeous boss’s cock in my mouth.

I began to slowly suck my boss’s cock up and down. After he gave me no indication to stop, I began to speed up the process and his cock slowly rose to full hardness. Underneath my boss’s desk, I licked and sucked up and down his shaft while trying my best to keep quiet. I brought my hands up to worship my boss’s thick 9” dick while he argued in Arabic above me. Occasionally I brought my head down to suck on his big bull balls though I couldn’t even fit both of them into my mouth at the same time. Even with both hands stroking his long cock, I could still suck on his cockhead to my heart’s content.

After several minutes of me worshiping the godlike dick in front of me, I heard the tone of the negotiations quickly turn positive. What had once been shouts had turned to cheers, and arguments turned to congratulations. While I was trying not to choke on Mr. Mitchell’s cock, he managed to finally close the negotiations and work out a deal. After a couple more minutes, I heard what must’ve been goodbyes in Arabic, and the computer meeting finally ended.

Both of my boss’s large hands wrapped around the back of my head and he rolled back in his chair bringing me with him.

“God you take so fucking long.” His hands began forcing me to swallow his cock down my throat. Though even when berating me, he couldn’t hide the big smile on his face.

He slammed my face down the length of his cock and continued to face-fuck me for the next couple minutes.

He eventually forced me down his cock on last time and shot his huge load straight down my throat. He then released my head and let me fall back off his cock.

I began crawling out from between his legs when I felt a hard slap on my ass and his hands once again grabbed my face. He forced me to look up where he leaned over me. He forced two of his long fingers in my mouth and pulled down my chin. He spit once straight into my mouth and then gave my cheek two light slaps. “Good boy,” he said with a smirk.

He flopped back into his chair exhausted but obviously proud of his worth. His loose cock and balls also flopped back with him.

As I began to walk away from Mr. Mitchell, I felt one more hard smack on one of my ass-cheeks as my rock-hard cock strained against my work pants. I left the office and went straight to the bathroom where I shot my own load into on of the toilets in only a couple of seconds.