Chapter 35 Vignette 34
All I ever wanted was to be diligent—a model assistant, loyal to my boss, and focused on my work. I kept my head down, did everything by the book, and never gave anyone a reason to question my professionalism.
But apparently, being caught “releasing tension” in the copy room changes how your boss sees you.
This morning, his voice was cool, “Lila,” he said, without looking up from his desk. “I need you to declutter the copy room. Take out every useless document and clean the place up. New files are arriving this evening.”
There was an edge beneath his words—too calm, too knowing. As if this was a punishment dressed up as responsibility. I simply nodded, cheeks warm, and headed toward the room like a good employee.
The copy room smelled like toner and dust. I rolled up my sleeves, pulled my hair into a messy knot, and started digging through piles of old files. Most were outdated reports and training manuals—nothing exciting.
But then, as I reached behind one of the lower cabinets, my fingers brushed something glossy, hidden under a stack of printer paper. It was a magazine.
I pulled it out slowly. It wasn’t work-related, it was far from it. The cover was dark, glossy, and unmistakably sensual. A woman's mouth parted just enough, smeared in red lipstick, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as a man in front of her buried his head into her neck—kissing, sucking, or biting—I couldn't tell what he was doing to her from the image. The title shimmered: Obey.
I should have tossed it aside. Instead, I opened it.
The first page was already too much—bare skin, silk ropes, commands written in clean, dangerous fonts. It was like falling down a rabbit hole I wasn’t supposed to touch.
I turned to the next page and it was a gorgeous shirtless man in just a boxer brief, his partner was wearing just panties and a bra that barely covered her nipples let alone the flesh of her brst. Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her as as they french kissed.
Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on.
My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.
I looked around and the room was empty, silent and off the grid. I glanced at the door… then looked back down at the page. A woman on her knees, head tilted back, expression lost in ecstasy. And there was a male hand around her stomach but he was cut out of the image.
I didn't realize when my fingers slipped into my skirt, already feeling my wetness. I knew it'd be wrong to masturbate right there in the copy room but my body had already made the decision.
I pushed my middle finger inside my psy, closed my eyes and let out a small breath of relief. Then I continued to take it in and out, trying to get myself to a quick orgasm before someone walks in.
But I wasn't fast enough, my boss already walked in, his face an expression of shock. I didn't realize he was in front of me until my eyes fluttered open and I found my boss right there—watching—his arms were folded, his back on the wall, his eyes fixed on me.
My face flushed, lips parted in silent shock as the truth sank in—he’d seen everything. Shame pricked my skin like needles; I felt raw, exposed… and stupid.
“What were you doing, Lila?” His deep voice echoed like a thunder clap and I quickly withdrew my hands from my skirt in fear. My heart didn't thud in my ears; it already left me. My throat went instantly dry and I couldn't utter a word.
“You're fired!” His voice was low and bitter.
I quickly looked up at him, my eyes getting wet. What would I tell my friends? That my boss fired me because he caught me masturbating? I had no other option but to beg.
I quickly went on my knees and held his leg. “Sir, I would do anything you ask, please don't fire me.” I cried.
He looked down at me with a wicked grin. “You'd do anything?”
I nodded, tears dropping off my eyes.
He didn't say a word. He simply loosened his belt, undid his zippers and took out his long dck in front of me.
My face was covered in shock at his actions and I quickly looked away. But he tilted my head so swiftly that I could have broken my neck with just a little extra carelessness. I gasped and he pushed his dck into my mouth.
I couldn't shout. I couldn't scream. My throat was occupied with a huge dck. He pulled my hair tightly and continued to push himself inside my mouth, throat deep. His eyes were steady on the thrusts of his dck in my mouth and he moaned.
At some point, I began to think that he forgot that it was a mouth not a psy, with the way he continued trying to go deeper inside my throat. I gagged and forcefully withdrew my mouth from his cck. Then he used his hand to stroke himself until there was a spill of pre-cum while I tried to catch my breath, bracing myself for what had just happened.
He stepped closer to me. His dck was still sticking out and it pointed directly at me while the liquids dripping in my panties increased. I was craving his cck but he was my boss, I still needed to act contrary to my desire.
He turned me around and pushed me to the table. “If you don't want to get fired, stay still while I fck you.” he commanded. “And don't moan. I hate the sound!”
My boss leaned in on me and his hard cck pressed on my as. His hands went to my shirt buttons and he started undoing them. I watched him pull out my brst from my bra without daring to say a word.
As he squeezed them, I cupped my hands to my mouth to muffle any moan that tried to escape. After kneading my brsts and squeezing them to what seemed to be satisfaction, he pulled up my skirt and shifted my panties to the side.
As he brought the tip of his dck to my psy, his reflection in the tinted glass of the copier showed him licking his lips—slow and deliberate. Then he gripped my as cheek and finally penetrated. I instinctively let out a gasp but he didn't hear it.
His cck was so long that he didn't need to put in much effort to get it to my base. As he slammed my psy, it produced a slurpy sound. I completely forgot his orders and began moaning. He heard it this time and spanked my as so hard that the spot turned red immediately. His spank was supposed to be painful but it increased my pleasure and I continued to moan.
He was getting furious and I could tell by the way he hardened his thrusts in me. The slurpy sound became louder and the sound of his balls hitting my as echoed in the copy room; the pleasure increased and my moans did too. I just couldn't control it.
He pulled out, lifted one of my legs on the table and my psy hole appeared wider. I knew he found it really pleasant. Without hesitating, he inserted his cck in me again and continued fking me like a slut, spanking my as with each moan I let out. Then I wasn't just moaning anymore, I started screaming.
“Ahh, yes, oh my god, punish me, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssss!!!”
I drew the last yes when he started circling his dck inside me in a slow and steady motion, sculpting pleasure into my psy with every press. He put his fingers in my mouth and continued with the slow pace.
Then he slammed once, twice and withdrew after the third slam. I fell on the table, wriggling, my juices dripping off me, while he spilled his seed on the floor.
As I got dressed and was about to leave with my gaze to the floor, my steps paused at the hearing of his words, “and yes, we'll have to do this every work day as long as you want to keep this job. If anyone ever finds out, you'll be fired with no mercy!” He roared,