Everyday he made bolder moves.
When she’d suck him off, if she didn’t get it all, she’d wear it all day. She learned that scarves hid the stains. But not the strained expressions from coworkers who knew she’d been tasting her Boss’s balls.
He’d follow her to the bathroom stall and rape her mouth. Cubicles housing strained listeners with growing boners and coloring cheeks. Fax machines and copiers quieted. Phones were secretly sent to voicemail – almost silencing the entire office.
When he let her up from his cock to get air, she’d gag and gasp.
Some of them gave quick, low glances over the room. Torn between wanting to listen and go jerk off. You could hear a pin drop. Then over and over, a deep voice, and finally, her. Just a little too loud…