You've put in years of hard work and dedication. Always on time. Always going above and beyond to please your boss. It's time to interview for a promotion. Your boss is so intimidating: handsome, fit, powerful, great hair, incredible charisma, seduces all the women you wish would look at you. You even suspect that your own wife has a crush on the man who writes your checks.

You enter his office. He tells you to close and lock the door. Yes, lock it. Come over to his desk. He is comfortable, a master of his domain, looming over you as you sit in the small chair. He knows, just as you do, of the power dynamics in this private office. He knows he has your livelihood in his hands.

With that glint in his eye, the one that seals all his deals, he implies that, if you really want this promotion and all the extra income that comes with it, you'll have to prove your loyalty.

Get on your knees.

Hear him unbuckle his designer belt. Hear him unzip his designer suit pants. Hear the massive presence of his c*ck, pressing against his expensive underwear. The world goes silent and your mind goes blank, even as your brain is breaking down into wild chaos inside.

Your mouth waters, as if you already know deep down that this is your place.

You work FOR HIM. How bad do you want it?

How bad did your wife want it, last time he saw her?

Can you suck his c*ck better than she did?

Can you spread your legs and open your h*le to him... like she did?

He owns you. He owns you c*mpletely. You break your body and brain every day to make him rich... and now he's going to work whatever is left of your dignity. With his c*ck.

Do you really have a choice? And what will he make you do, every day, now that he's been inside you so intimately? Now that you've surrendered yourself c*mpletely to his hungers?

Taste his c*m. Feel it drip from your *sshole as you go back to your desk. Fill out some paperwork on the way out. You won! ...Didn't you?

See also:

Your Wife, Your Promotion, Your Boss

Bl*w your Boss