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It's a nightmare. That's the only explanation you can think of. A horrible nightmare. There's no way reality would have you dressed up as a woman and trapped under a desk while your recently acquired boss/boyfriend was pulling his penis out in your face.

You want to escape, but there's no space to back into. You want to yell out and push him back, but there's two other guys in the room you do NOT want to become aware of this!

You try to look up at Ray pleadingly, but as you do so, his penis swings and slaps you on the cheek. Your mouth opens in disgust and turn to keep track of the penis. There's absolutely no way you can let that thing near you. As if on cue, Ray's hand reaches down to hold it. You're thankful for a moment, until he deftly moves the tip of it into your mouth.

Your eyes bulge as you feel the taste of his meat in your mouth. This is disgusting, horrible! In desperation you take your hands off the floor and reach up to pull it out of your mouth. Unfortunately, this leaves you unbalanced and to your horror you slip and your head bobs forward sliding more of the penis into your mouth.

In response to this, Ray's dreaded hand moves the the back of your head and pushes it forward, sliding your lipstick lips nearly to the base of his shaft.

"...gotta go full bore.... no time to hesitate... just plunge right in..."

Part of you gets distracted by the fact that Ray's still continuing the meeting, and feels debased, enraged, that you're doing all this and he isn't even entirely focusing on you... but most of you is still utterly overwhelmed by Ray's full fleshy cock filling your mouth.

You've gotta stop this. You try to regain balance by putting one hand on the office chair, but you miss and grab Ray's trousered leg instead. In desperation you reach with the other hand to grip the base of his penis, but your saliva has already made it slippery and your hand slides around it as you try to get a grip. All this seems to make Ray more aroused. Your mouth and lips can feel his throbbing heartbeat getting stronger and stronger.

You want to wail, and cry, this isn't how its meant to be! Trapped under a desk with another man's penis in your mouth!

You can then feel Ray's tip get closer to the back of your throat and with vigour you use your tongue to push it aside. It sloshes around in your mouth, moving around the sides but not back out. With all your strength you try to move your head away from it using what little space there is. The penis withdraws a bit thankfully, but then Ray shifts his leg, putting you off balance and your head slides back forward, rubbing your lips off the shaft again!

It's all too much, you scream! But the opening of your mouth just makes the penis slide in more, hitting your throat and stopping you in your tracks! And what little vocalisations you got out just vibrated your lips against his penis, which it responds to with another surge forward.

Something inside you just... breaks.

You'd tried so hard. For the last few days the world had seemed to insist you were some sex object to be used for someone else's pleasure, you had resisted, 'knowing' that this wasn't true. But now, a face full of your boss's penis brought reality home more than any of the previous events had: You were wrong.

You were on your hands and knees pleasuring another man for no other reason than he wanted you to. Whether you'd wanted to or not, you were playing the role of another man's sex fantasy. A walking sex object, built for pleasuring other people and right now with the task of pleasuring the man in front of you.

Tears streamed down you face. Anger coursed through your veins at the injustice of it all. But but all the same, you gave up. You couldn't stop fighting. This was it. You finally let go.

With reckless abandon, you put all your energy into stimulating Ray. Lips, tongue, hands, whatever it took. You were so angry with him, you wanted him to gasp out in pleasure and ruin his oh so important business meeting. You'd felt so used, you wanted to do everything you could to use him. And for good measure, you put a hand down into your own personal opening and pushed hard, give yourself some stimulation while you were at it.

You sucked, slobbered, rubbed, bobbed... and Ray certainly felt the difference. His body tensed, penis throbbed, his hand reached your head and started rubbing through your long hair. You kept going, putting everything you could into it. You could feel his body tense up, and finally....

Explosion!

Ray's salty semen bursts into your mouth. It threatened to burst out of your mouth too so you took a chance and started swallowing. It was disgusting, demeaning, but all you were good for.

Ray's pleasure shuddered throughout his entire body, vibrating against your hand and lips. As a few more surges were pumped through the penis, you swallowed them all, gradually leasing off with your tongue and mouth action, as his penis gradually deflated. It was over, the climax had passed.

Time seemed to slip, but you were now holding a hand towel against your mouth, looking up at Ray who was in the height of bliss lying all the way back in his office chair. With both hands and a bit of effort, you pushed back the wheeled office chair and escaped from the footwell.

The office was empty, aside from the two of you, the meeting had ended, except you couldn't remember when. Were you discovered? For some reason you couldn't seem to care.

You're still not wearing much, your crotch area apparently naked. Normally you'd be anxious to hide this from Ray, but instead you turn and slowly limp towards the bag you see by the office door, your naked ass swaying as you went.

You pull a dress out of the bag, and with minimal effort, you put it on. Even without panties, you now presentable for the first time since yesterday evening. Still totally feminine, but within the bounds of socially accepted femininity.

You look at Ray, still practically passed out in bliss on the office chair. Glad he's resting easy.

You take a moment what to do. You'd been so clear before all this kicked off, get out of here and go home. Or had you? Why had you returned to the office? The clothing? Whatever.

You can still feel the salty taste on your tongue. Feel a few sticky patches on your chin. And just... feel tired and hungry. Unsatisfied arousal lingers in a way that just annoys you more than anything.

"I'm... going home now. Okay?"

That's... what you wanted isn't it? Sure it's not even the middle of the workday, but what's he going to do? Fire you? You've done enough.

Ray barely responds and you approach him to make sure that he has no immediate demands. Not seeing any, you pick up up the latex dress and your purse and return to the door.

You stuff your latex dress into the back and hold it with one hand, your purse on your other shoulder. You push the door and just... leave.

You pause on the other side of the door, taking a moment to absorb everything. You are Jane Johnson, professional secretary, on her way out from giving her boss a blowjob.