My Boss, My Master – Part 2 – Morning Dictation

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My Boss, My Master – Part 2 – Morning DictationThis story is a work of fiction. Constructive feedback is welcomed, as are suggestions and requests. This chapter was written on my phone while I waited on work stuff, so there may be autocorrect errors. Let me know if there are!The remainder of my first day went as most do. The receptionist,whose name I learned was Jenny, showed me around the building and have me the basics of what a personal assistant is expected to do. She didn’t say anything about my “extra duties,” and I didn’t ask. There were papers to sign, of course. Really good papers, with the revised salary Mr. Smith had mentioned and a note from him detailing my dress code. Primarily, he expected me to wear skirts. Panties optional, it said, but any brass and panties worn would have to be of high quality. Stockings yes, pantyhose no. I said a little prayer of thanks that I’d learned years since to be comfortable in heels. He also wanted my measurements. I wrote them on the back of the note and sealed them into a little envelope he’d provided. Jenny eyed the envelope curiously when I gave all the papers back to her but said nothing about it.The next day I showed up in my only other business suit. Luckily it was Friday; I would have to spend the whole weekend shopping thrift stores and going through old boxes for a temporary wardrobe. Jenny had surrendered the desk outside Mr Smith’s office to me and returned to her regular duties, so I spent a few minutes unpacking my things and changing into my heels, then took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.”Come in, Lucy,” he said.I opened the door and stepped inside. “Good morning, ” I said, closing the door and executing a clumsy illegal bahis siteleri sort of bow.He glared at me. “Good morning, what?”I flinched. “Good morning, sir,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, sir, I-“”Never mind,” he said, waving a hand. “It’s your first day, I’ll let that one slide. Next time, however, there will be punishments. “”Yes, sir, ” I said quickly. “Thank you, sir. “His glare softened and he gestured me closer. “I assume from your behavior that you have had no second thoughts about our arrangement. That is good. I also have your measurements. They are adequate, but you need to lose a couple inches off your waist. “I blushed. In any other situation I would have been furious at the insult. I mean sure, it was true, but you just don’t tell a woman that. But this was the nature of this relationship, I sensed, and in this context… It felt right somehow that he should tell me how I should better myself.He studied my reaction and seemed satisfied. “You have twenty-four hour access to the gym on the second floor, ” he said. “Trust me, once you get into the swing of it, it’s really easy. “I nodded. “Thank you, sir, ” I said meekly. He nodded, then tapped a pen and pad on his desk. “I want you to take a letter for me. “I tilted my head. “Sir, I could go get my laptop… “”No,” he said. “You will probably need the pad. Come around the desk. “I did as he was told and stood next to him. He opened a drawer and took out a little square cushion, then set it on the floor. “Pick up the pad, then kneel for me.”I swallowed hard, but did as I was told. The cushion was soft and pleasant, some sort of plush fabric and memory foam. I had about three seconds to think about that, however, perabet giriş before I realized Mr. Smith was sitting facing me, with his pants unzipped and a prominently erect penis pointing in my general direction. “I believe in multitasking,” he said with a smirk. “I expect you to bring me to orgasm by the time I finish my dictation. I imagine you’ll have to use your mouth as it can be difficult to write with one hand, but I leave it up to you. Letter one begins: All staff memorandum, regarding information security… “I started up at him in shock for a couple seconds before I remembered how to make my hands work. I started frantically scrawling shorthand on the pad, considering the act ahead of me. It was a nice cock, as cocks go. I’ve never been a big admirer of genitalia, but it was clean looking, cut, and a normal enough shape, about eight inches long and fairly thick but nothing that would hurt a girl like those black guys on the pornos.I bowed my head and took the tip between my lips as he spoke and I wrote. His voice never faltered as I started moving my tongue slowly around it, a move my last boyfriend had always gone nuts for.I kept that up for a little while, letting my mouth get as wet as I could make it, but it clearly wasn’t having the effect I needed. Mr. Smith was true to his word, though; he have no direction, no orders, instead leaving it to me to decide how best to pleasure him.I had to step up my game. I didn’t want to find out what would happen if I failed, and I realized with a start that I had no idea how many memos he would need. I began bobbing my head down and up, sliding my tongue alone the underside of his shaft, taking about four inches of him perabet güvenilir mi into my mouth. It had an effect, as his hips twitched and his voice caught for a split second. He continued dictating and I kept writing, but I could feel the pleasured throbbing of his quickened pulse. I tightened my lips and sped up a little, sucking hard each time I moved backwards, swallowing to make my mouth still tighter as he droned on about meetings and fiscal plans. I felt he was close, soon he would cum and I could stop and finish the memos and he would praise me again…”Sincerely et cetera, memo ends.” His hand came up and touched my cheek. I looked up and meet his gaze, holding his cock in my mouth. “You’ve failed, ” he said, and before I could respond his hand was behind my head and pushing down and he was forcing his way down my throat around my sudden moan of protest. He laced his fingers in my hair and started pulling my head up and down, fucking my face mercilessly. I’d only taken one man all the way to the base before, and he was smaller and far gentler. I tried to pull away but his other hand clapped down on my head too and he was just too strong. I widened my jaw until it hurt and focused on not throwing up but couldn’t keep from making choking gagging coughing noises. Tears poured down my cheeks and I started getting woozy, but the burning of my lungs demanding oxygen kept me completely alert.After what seemed an hour but was probably just a minute, he forced my face into his crotch and held me down. His hips bucked and I felt his cock pulse as hot cum stung my throat. I choked and coughed, then regretted it as I felt some of the stuff force its way into my sinus cavity. I had to force my body to relax and swallowed all I could until he finally, slowly, pulled me up and off of him.”Go get cleaned up, ” he demanded. “Use my private washroom.”I dragged myself to my feet, every joint shaking, and retreated through the little unmarked door in the corner.

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