You bring the coffee

You stay rooted to the spot for a few more seconds trying to fully comprehend what your boss has just asked of you. It seems impossible and you are certain that the assistant has not mentioned providing sexual favours to your boss as part of your duties.

Yet, he is your boss and you have to take his orders. You run to the coffee table and pour a big cup of hot coffee for your boss. You bring it carefully to his desk saying "Here's your coffee Mr. Martins" and then you gingerly place yourself under the desk, facing your boss's crouch. You unbuckle his belt and lower his zippers and you reach out to grab his dick. It is rather small and reeks even worse than the rest of Mr. Martins. You stroke it a couple of times, waiting for it to get harder and bigger.

While you wait for it to happen you are thankful that at least there is a thick carpet on the floor, meaning that your knees won't ache after you're done sucking his cock. Your position, standing on your knees under the desk, would also give you a perfect view of the city, beautiful at this hour of the day, were it not for your boss's big belly obstructing your view.

The cock doesn't seem to get any bigger and you decide to get it over with. You carefully hold it with your index finger and your thumb and bring it up to your mouth. Your lips part and you take the head in, tasting what is perhaps the worst taste you've ever felt in your life.

Trying to stop yourself from vomiting, you start to go up and down your boss's cock. It is so small you can easily gulp his whole length, the tip of his cock hitting on the back of your mouth. Your boss appreciates your job and starts moaning as you suck him faster and faster.

"Oh yeah, you have such soft lips" he moans "You suck great...what was your name again girl?"
You take his cock out of your mouth and answer "Sylia", then you put it back in.

The phone rings and to your surprise he picks it up and starts talking business while you are showering his dick with your saliva. "Boy, he really is a busy man" you think to yourself. You wonder if the slurping noises you make can be heard on the other end of the line.

Finally, he is done with his call and his attention returns to you. He grabs your hair and starts pushing your head to his crouch, burying your nose in his odorous pubic hair. It is not long before his cock starts spurting cum in your mouth which you dutifully swallow.

You raise yourself from under the desk, whipping your mouth with the back of your hand and ask "Would that be all Mr. Martins?"

"Thank you girl, that was nice" he replies. "Hey, if you want to work some overtime, you can stay here till night and make some extra money. How does 500 dollars sound? Overtime pays well" he says."Or you can come here tomorrow morning as usual to bring me my morning coffee"

You consider your options for a moment, the options being basically to become his whore for a handful of dollars or securing steady pay and steady work.