Sharon and Tom have a private meeting

Heads turned to the elevator as the click-clack-clicking of Sharon’s heels marched out, accompanied by quiet sighs. Paradise was lost. Sashaying towards her office with a swagger beyond even her normal confidence, Tom couldn’t help but pause his work for the first time this afternoon to watch the goddess-like figure of his boss. Like a meteor being pulled into orbit, his eyes were unquestionably and unconditionally drawn to the giant globes of her glutes, and like a meteor pulled into orbit he wanted to just smash right into them.

Without even turning to face him, Sharon’s coy voice drifted across the work floor. “Tom, see me in my office. Now.”

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“Fuck.”

Tom’s brain was beginning to reboot and remember that that woman was, indeed, in charge of him. Still, that just made thoughts of her even sweeter. Tom had spent many a night jacking off to the thought of being pulled into that very office just to have Sharon lock the door, fall to her knees, and beg him for a taste of his manhood. If only she just understood how good they would both feel

Tom was jolted from his daydream by a nudge from Kelly.

“You don’t want to keep her waiting. Good luck buddy,” she whispered softly.

Adjusting his pants, Tom moved towards Sharon’s office. As he shut the door behind him, he prayed that this meeting would be closer to his fantasies than the many harsh realities he’d faced before.

Sharon leaned over her desk, her regal leather chair pushed to the side.

“Have a seat,” She said, beckoning him towards the much smaller chair below her. The power play was not lost on Tom, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice. Now his eyeline met squarely with her mountainous cleavage, tilted towards him for maximum effect. Tom smirked, knowing she was as much of a slut as he thought she was, but Sharon’s voice quickly pulled his eyes upwards

“It’s been brought to my attention that someone on my team filed a complaint against me and my management style. Does that ring any bells Tom?”

He frowned, genuinely confused. “No Sharon, I hadn’t heard about that at all.”

Sharon huffed, causing her chest to burst into a jiggling fit as she proceeded to walk around the desk. “That’s ‘boss’ to you. And cut the crap, Tom. You’re the biggest perv in the pod, and I’m always catching you slacking off. Just make this easy on both of us and fess up.”

Tom bolted up from his seat, startling Sharon as she was caught on the backfoot. “Sharon please! I don’t know anything. Let’s just calm down, okay?” Tom was boiling inside. Of course she’d try to pin this on him! What a bitch! She wouldn’t listen to reason, but maybe he could get her on his side, calm her down and get on her good side. Knowing what a slut she was, Tom took a risk he otherwise wouldn’t and started swinging his open palm towards Sharon’s bubble butt. But alas, she caught his arm before he could connect.

Sharon was furious! “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing Tom!” She said, still holding his arm.

“I’m just trying to help you relax so I can show you my perspective,” Tom bullshitted. Sharon saw right through it.

“Not a chance bozo. You just wanted to touch my ass once before you die miserable and alone. I don’t know, maybe you really are dumb enough to think some light petting would get me on your side. Of course we all love being slapped on the ass. I don’t know if you’ve tried this before, but of course women won’t just take what you say to heart because they’re getting felt up, right?”

Tom cursed under his breath. If he could just have connected his spank, his hot boss would be putty in his hands. He’d be out of trouble, and maybe even be able to get a quickie out of it. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d be able to use any whore he’d gotten his hands on. “Come on boss, I was just trying to spank you to cheer you up!”

Sharon shoved him away, taking the defensive stance she’d learned in her Aikido class to keep creeps like him away. “Fat chance. You really thought I’d just let you touch me and put your thoughts in my head, huh. It should be common sense that everyone knows about the dangers of being groped and stops it from happening, right?”

And like that, both Sharon and Tom forgot what the big deal was. Sharon dropped her stance, pulling Tom’s attention back down to her tits.

“What’s the big deal with some physical touch here and there? I don’t know what you’re so worked up about, but let’s just calm down and get on the same page.” Tom glibly replied. This time as he moved towards Sharon and pulled his arm back in an arc, she didn’t move to stop him. It’s not like she should stop him or anything, right? Sure, she didn’t love the harassment or the insubordination, but it’s not like a spank here or there is worth doing anything about.

And just like that, Tom’s hand collided with Sharon’s ass, and a resolute smack resounded across the office. Her cheeks rippled, as if he’d just cannonballed into the pool that was her butt. Sharon blushed and couldn’t help but let loose a brief moan. It felt so good to have her ass slapped.

Tom didn’t stop there. As he made contact, he grabbed on tight to her cheek, squeezing into the crack between cheeks. Sharon’s blush grew even deeper as his **** continued, his hands kneading into her soft dough and her arousal continued to rise. God, she loved being groped. It felt so good to just let him rule her ass. And yet, she couldn’t let her subordinate think he had the upper hand here, or anywhere. Before she could call out to him and make him stop, however, he got the first word in.”

“Just let it happen boss. It’s so relaxing, having your subordinates hands all over you. Don’t fight it,” He whispered, pulling himself closer to her as his other hand connected with her other cheek. This time, she moaned even deeper. He smiled as her eyes crossed and her brain was beginning to accept his word as gospel.

Sharon wanted him to stop, because it - well, she couldn’t really think of why she should stop him. It felt so good to just let it happen. Yes, she should just let it happen. Let her subordinates touch her. She shouldn’t fight. It felt so good, and she was so relaxed.

She began to lean against him, her fat tits squishing against his chest, her hot and wet breath on his neck. His hands took after her ass with renewed vigor. “You love this, don’t you Sharon? You like when I call you Sharon, right?” Sharon moaned as if to signal her agreement. “Good, Sharon. It’s so nice and relaxing having me touch you like this. In fact, you’ll let me touch you whenever I want.” Another moan from Sharon, as she rocked her head back and forth in a nod.

Tom’s cock struggled against his pants. He smiled. This didn’t have to be a problem anymore. He slid his pants off and moved over to Sharon’s desk, guiding her by the ass. He plopped down in the seat, marveling in how much more comfortable it was than his own. He imagined he’d be sitting here a lot more from now on. With one hand still on her ass, he began to toy with her heaving tits with the other. “Kneel for be, Sharon. Under the desk now.”

Sharon was so relaxed as she got down on her knees and crawled under her own desk. She’d gotten a desk with plenty of space by the legs and a closed off front imagining all the people she’d have eating her out beneath it. Now, she was one of them. It felt so good, and she was so relaxed. Tom may be a giant pervert and a shitty employee, but he had been very persuasive. It felt so good not to fight.

Tom couldn’t stop himself from showing his biggest, shit eating grin. Finally, it had all come together. His once strict boss was staring mindlessly at his cock, about to suck him off beneath her own desk all because he’d gotten his hands on her ass. It was so strange how people didn’t think that this possibility was a big deal. Weird. He could definitely see the power that anyone had the potential to wield, and he wasn’t about to leave it be.

“You love sucking my cock. You’ll suck my cock whenever I want. Any time, any place, you’d drop whatever you’re doing for a taste of my cock. Got it?”

Sharon nodded. In her sing-songy, almost trance like voice, she replied, “You’re right Tom, I do love your cock a lot. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to taste it. I’m still your boss though. You can help me relax, touch me all you want, and I’ll suck your cock, but I’m still in charge here. You listen to me.”

Tom couldn’t help but laugh as he released his hands from her and put them behind his head. Relaxed and suggestible as she was, Sharon was still Sharon. A raging slutty bitch. “Hey boss, suck my cock.”

The high from his groping was starting to wash away, but Sharon licked her lips. It wasn’t exactly standard protocol for her to be under her desk like this, but she was happy to be in prime position in front of his cock. It wasn’t the best cock she’d ever seen, but she loved sucking it so much. Usually she thought it was degrading, but there was something about Tom. Maybe it was because she knew how much worse he was than her, she didn’t see it as threatening. Her mouth began to water.

“Please, call me Sharon,” she said in her last breath before bringing her lips to his shaft. Starting from the base, she took long, soft licks all the way up to the head of his dick. It twitched in approval. She went around the whole cock, getting it moist and lubricated. As her tongue reached his head, she playfully flicked her tongue around its edges. He groaned, and she giggled. She loved sucking his cock, and damn was she good at it. She brought one of her hands towards his shaft to lightly trace along it with her fingers as her mouth moved towards his balls and began to lightly suckle. She’d had to suck some cock to get where she was today, and she was pulling out all the stops. After all, she loved sucking Tom’s cock, so she wanted to give him a good show so he’d want a blowjob again.

Tom’s penis was harder than it had ever been before at the beautiful ministrations of the woman who had loved to make his life hell. Seeing the black haired vixen’s eyes lovingly looking up from his nuts sent electricity down his spine. It didn’t take long for him to grasp her hair in his hand and pull her off his balls and to his head. He wasn’t about to blow his load outside of her. After guiding her there, he let her get back to work. Sharon started slow, at the head. She rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, letting it twitch and pulse at the front of her mouth. Slowly, she rocked forwards and back, turning her head and causing her soft lips to run across his sensitive skin. The sensation was incredible.

Sharon was in the zone. She loved sucking Tom’s cock so much. Her thoughts disappeared into a haze of arousal. Her pants were soaked, her panties in even worse shape. She needed this. It felt so good not to fight Tom. To let him touch her. To blow him on his command. She’d have to get Michelle to eat her out again after this to blow off some steam.

Tom’s ability to resist was pushed to its limit as Sharon took more and more of him into his mouth. The suction between her lips, their smooth touch against his slimy cock, and her expert movements and ministrations proved to be too much. Sharon’s eyes lit up in alarm as Tom’s cock grew hotter, and throbbed even more before exploding in her mouth without warning, coating her throat in his hot spunk. Tom began panting as Sharon coughed in surprise, some cum beginning to drip out of her mouth and into her cupped hand.

As soon as Tom saw her wasting his precious gift, his hands went straight to her tits as he began mauling them, toying with her nipples in the process. She saw no reason to stop him, of course. She should relax. The light was leaving her eyes as more word came from Tom.

“No no no. You love to swallow. Make a show of it.”

Sharon stared down at her cum-filled hand with astonishment. She had almost wasted so much cum! As embarrassing as it was, she loved the thick, white goo. Tom’s hands released her boobs as she looked up in his eyes and licked her lips clean of the white stuff. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing Tom the results of her work. And she brought her cupped hand up to her head and upturned it so that the cum dripped down into her waiting mouth. She caught it all on her tongue, and with a big and pronounced gulp, brought it all down her throat. Like a magician revealing their rabbit-less hat, she stuck her tongue out again and revealed her empty mouth before fervently licking the remaining jizz off of her hand.

Tom looked down on her in amazement of his situation, very happy that he’d taken a perverted risk that most people would never even think of taking. It paid off. It definitely paid off.

Thanks for the support everyone! It is actually motivating to see comments. My attention was consumed by pandion's Heroine Will Not Lose! on Fiction Live for a long time, so I'll probably be putting out superheroine content soon.