I didn’t want to suck off my boss, but I had no choice. I was told some cost cutting measures were being implemented, and eliminating my job was one of them. My duties could easily be divided up among a few other staffers. I begged him not to fire me, and he said there was only one way for that to happen. I’m sure you’re guessing what I chose. I chose the way I could keep my job. I knew however I’d have to be his on demand sex slave and give daily blow jobs, weekly or more, fucks. I started looking for another job, but had to do this until one cropped up.
It took me nearly six weeks to find another job. By then, I’d given dozens of sloppy blow jobs to my boss, and he fucked me in every position possible. Some of which I hadn’t even known about. It’s a good thing I’m flexible. He could really keep up for an old guy. When I agreed to be his fuck slave, I didn’t think he’d be asking nearly as much as he did, since I didn’t think he’d be in the shape to do it so much, but he surprised me. He was ready, willing and able before, after, and many times even during work.
When his door was locked, no one came knocking. I hadn’t known what a sexual appetite he had, but I soon found out. He could exhaust even me. It’s a good thing I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, since I doubt I’d have had the energy to satisfy him as well as my lusty boss. I finally found another job, and it seemed strange not to be summoned into an office several times a day for sexual servicing. It was a strange situation, but when you need money, you have to do what you have to do.
