Evening Cockholster

Eve walked into the room with a beer for her new boss, and almost brushed past Jonathan entirely. He was standing right next to the entrance. Or, at least, she would have almost brushed past him, if she hadn't been stopped by his cock sticking out in front of him.

"Boss! You're naked!" Evelyn exclaimed. "What the hell! You said this job wasn't sexual!"

"Alright," he said, trying to sound authoritative, "That's enough of that unprofessional behavior right here and right now, young lady!"

Evelyn stared at his dangling cock aghast, and then looked back at his face. "What... what?"

John continued. "Do you point out every time a coworker has to remove his shirt to do his job? What about every erection you see in the board room? We're here to do a job, Eve. I want nothing but professional behavior from you. There will be nothing sexual happening on my watch!"

Eve schooled her face and looked John square in the eye. "I understand, sir. What can I do?"

"I am required by corporate to keep my penis in the open air for a certain amount of time each day. It's... frankly, a little embarrassing. Also, a larger problem is that it is just unbearably cold. I need you to assist with this problem. Have you ever heard of a cock warmer? It's an important position at many companies, and I will need you to do this sometimes. So here is your first task for this evening: get down on your knees, and place my penis's head in your mouth."

Evelyn could understand uncomfortable work constraints - and she certainly understood what it was like having a skimpy uniform! She looked down at her bare tits and pussy. It was nice to know that her boss was willing to put up with the same uncomfortable uniform. Corporate orders could be so hard to handle, sometimes.

With an empathetic smile for John's situation, Eve obediently dropped on her knees She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the head of Jonathan's dick past her lips.

John hesitated. It... didn't feel like a blowjob, really. It felt like she was just doing a job and... keeping it warm, or something. She didn't slide up and down, didn't suck, made no sounds - she just sat there, looking up expectantly. Jonathan shrugged and thought about how he was going to set this up.

"For the rest of the night, my cock is not to leave your mouth. You will do anything and everything you can to ensure this is the case. You will take equal care to cause no pain or discomfort to me with your teeth."

Eve nodded, and tried talking past the cock head that remained in her mouth, "Wha if I haff oo ee?"

"If.." Jon frowned and tilted his head. "If you have to pee?" Eve nodded. "Then you'll have to waddle backwards onto the toilet and pee without abandoning your duties."

Eve froze and shuddered for a moment. She looked up... "Wha if... oo haff oo ee?"

"If I have to piss, that's a different story. You will rest your chin on the toilet seat, waiting to resume your task as soon as I'm done. The same if I need to take a shit."

Eve shuddered. But she had had unpleasant jobs before, she supposed. It needed to be done. A functioning economy required everyone to do their part. Eve was still a libertarian at heart.

John continued. "And I apologize, but with your face so close to my cock, I may be a little too nervous to go. You may need to give the tip a couple licks to sort of... jump-start the process." Eve's face paled. Didn't that mean that the first bit of piss would go into her... "No worries!" John interrupted her thoughts. "I probably wont need help, but I just wanted to warn you about the possibility. Don't worry about it for now!" John ordered. Eve didn't.

"Now let's practice. Remember, my cock doesn't leave your mouth for any reason."

He walked around his apartment backwards, as she learned to crawl forward. He took her on a few laps, then settled in front of his television, pulling out Eve's purse to rifle through as he watched. "Don't worry, this is someone else's purse," he said absently as he saw her look of confusion.