Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Coercion, Heterosexual, Cheating, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young married woman is told by her boss what she has to do to keep her job -- and it changes her.

Steve Harrington sat in his big leather chair with his elbows planted on his desk and his chin leaning on his clasped hands. It was the day all managers dreaded. He had to reduce his staff by one. If he had a problem employee it would be easy, but his entire staff were hard working and competent. He blankly stared at the names on the paper lying atop his desk. One had to go -- but which one?

Kimberly Luckett, Steve thought, his fingers massaging his temples. She's the newest hire with the least experience. It has to be her. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly picked up the telephone, pressing it to his ear and waiting. Sighing heavily, his finger tapped the fours buttons labeled 6, 8, 2, and 1 -- her extension. When she answered, his mouth was dry but he hoarsely told her to come to his office. Her jovial and enthusiastic response didn't help, and the lump in his throat prevented him from acknowledging. He hung up without another word.

"Hello, Mr. Harrington," Kimberly said in her sing-song manner as she briskly entered his office and plopped down in a visitor's chair across the desk from him.

While Steve watched his young employee settle he quickly remembered why he had hired her. Yes, she was bright and enthusiastic, but it was her looks that secured her the job. At 23, she portrayed pure innocence and her ice blue eyes, surrounded by long blonde wavy hair, had hypnotized him. When she spoke, her eyes twinkled as her sensuous lips curled into a natural smile. He looked at her youthful body, gently covered by a short summer dress. Her legs were daintily crossed, the left over the right exposing a good portion of her thigh. Her heel was out of her shoe which dangled precariously as she unconsciously rocked her foot. Steve always appreciated that she never wore pants and rarely wore pantyhose.

"Did you need something?" Kimberly asked after waiting patiently. Her boss looked distant.

"I have to tell you something that's very hard for me," Steve said softly, his eyes darting between her face and his desk. "The company is having some financial problems and I have to eliminate one position. After a great deal of consideration ... well, it has to be you."

Steve watched the young woman's expression change from happiness to shock in a split second. Her shoulders sagged and her upper leg slid off the other one, her foot slamming onto the floor like dead weight, her foot miraculously fitting back into her shoe. Her legs stayed apart to keep her slumping body from sliding forward. He didn't mean to, but Steve found himself looking up Kimberly's short dress. The nylon crotch of her panties covering her pussy was clearly visible. Steve always tried to see up Kimberly's dress, but had never viewed anything above her milky white thigh. Now the bright red of her panties mesmerized him. As his cock stiffened, Kimberly's whimpering made him look up. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks as she blankly stared. She looked as vulnerable as a child.

Steve stood and walked to the door, closing it as softly as he could to provide the young woman the privacy she needed. It wouldn't do for her coworkers to hear her cry. It would both embarrass her and make his job more difficult later when telling the others.

"Kim, are you all right?" He waited and then repeated the question, but there was no reply. He didn't think she even heard him.

He placed a hand softly on her shoulder and Kimberly looked up, her big blue eyes watery, her cheeks stained with tears, her bottom lip quivering. And then her head dropped, her chin resting on her chest. Steve knelt in front of her, angling his head to look up into her eyes. He placed a hand on her knee and shook it.

"Kim, are you okay?"

The girl didn't respond. A steady flow of tears dropped from her jaw onto her lap. Frustrated, Steve leaned back on his heels, his back against the desk. His eyes opened wide. He was looking between her legs, up her dress, at the red panties stretched over her pussy. He was so close he saw blonde pubic hairs poking out the sides.

"No, no," Kimberly wailed, "I can't lose my job."

Steve looked up. Kimberly's hands covered her face as her sobs increased in strength. He should have said something -- consoled her -- but he ducked under the hem of her dress and stared between her legs. He was more turned on than ever before in his life. Compelled to touch her, he straightened up and gently placed a hand on her leg above her knee.

The touch caused Kimberly's hands to slide off her face. She looked down at her boss but, in her dazed state, didn't comprehend the inappropriateness of the contact.

"Mr. Harrington, I need this job."

"It's not the end of the world. You'll find another job," Steve sympathetically responded as he patted her thigh.

"Oh no, you don't understand," Kimberly frantically explained. "My husband isn't working and we just bought a new house. Without my paychecks we will not be able to make the mortgage payments. We used all our savings on the down payment. We will lose everything."

Just as Kimberly wasn't thinking clearly, either was Steve. She was distressed -- he was sexually aroused. He said something he wouldn't have under normal circumstances. "Kim, I don't want to let you go. I'll let you keep your job if you do things for me."

"Uh, what?" Kimberly said, and then her eyes opened wide, her face aglow. "Oh thank you, thank you. I promise I'll work extra hard."

"That's not what I mean. If I do you a favor I will want you to do me favors."

Once again Kimberly's expression suddenly changed. "What do you mean? What kind of favors?"

Steve gently ran his hand up and down Kimberly's thigh. "I find you very attractive and I have needs ... you know, needs."

Kimberly finally became alert. Her boss was touching her bare leg and looking under her dress. She pushed her dress to the seat between her thighs and snapped her legs together. "Mr. Harrington, what are you saying? You can't be serious."

"Okay then," Steve said as he stood up, "I was just trying to help. I don't want you to lose your house and all."

Kimberly stared at her boss leaning on his desk. All of this was happening too fast. She had to think. What should she do? She needed the job. Since her husband became unemployed they began having marital problems. This could be the last straw.

"Mr. Harrington," Kimberly asked, her eyes looking down and then back up, "what would I have to do?"

"Whatever I ask you to do. I've desired you since we first met. I won't hurt you. I just want you."

Kimberly's head dropped. "I guess I don't have a choice," she said softly, almost to herself.

"So you agree?"

Her eyebrows rose with her eyes, but her head remained down. And then she lowered her eyes and nodded. A fresh tear flowed down her cheek.

"Okay, Kim, you will keep your job. But let's see if you're serious about this. Take your panties off and let me look up your dress."

Kimberly's head shot up and her eyes fired daggers at her boss. But she bit her lower lip and stood, reaching under her dress. When her hands were visible again they were pushing the red panties down her legs. She sat and leaned forward, lowering the panties the rest of the way and removing them.

Steve watched her intently. The fact that she tried to expose as little of herself as possible added to his excitement. It was more erotic than if she merely lifted her dress showing everything. He dropped to his knees in front of her and put his hands on her knees. She flinched and closed her eyes. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, getting closer to the edge of her dress each time. Finally, he reached her hemline and slid his hands underneath to the insides of her thighs and pushed them apart. He glanced up and saw her biting her lip, her face tense. He kept pushing until her legs were touching the sides of the chair, and then he sat on the floor and stared under her dress at the patch of blonde hair.

Kimberly desperately wanted to close her legs, but she didn't.

Steve thought back to all the times the young, beautiful blonde sat across from him as he tried but failed to see up her dress. Now he could blatantly look without fear of being caught. He marveled at her pussy. Her natural blonde hairs were not thick, allowing her slit to show through, and her legs were far enough apart to slightly separate her labia.

"Lift your dress to your waist. I want to see it in the light."

Kimberly's eyes opened and she blushed seeing her boss looking between her spread legs. But she did as she was told. However, as she lifted her dress, she automatically brought her legs together.

"No, no, spread your legs."

Kimberly looked down and fought back her tears. With her dress bunched at her waist her entire lower body was exposed. Slowly, she spread her legs.

Steve stared at the skin of her inner thighs clinging before coming apart, at her pubic hairs suddenly visible, at her slit opening as her legs continued to separate.

"Pull your cunt-lips apart. I want to see inside."

"Oh my god, why are you doing this?" Kimberly asked, her face ashen.

Steve looked up. "Because you said you'd do it, that's why."

"But it's so embarrassing."

"Look, if you don't want to do it I'll set up the appointment with HR. You'll be gone today and never see me again."

The tears flowed freely down her red cheeks. Placing the first two fingers of each hand on either side of her slit, she pulled her pussy open.

When Steve saw the pink flesh exposed, his cock throbbed. He knew he was close to climaxing. He stood and ripped at his belt buckle.

"Move your ass to the edge of the chair," he said, breathlessly. "Keep spreading your pussy."

By the time Steve's pants and underwear were around his ankles, Kimberly had shifted her position. He wrapped his fist around his hard cock and pumped it.

"Oh god, I've fantasized about this for so long," he said, his fist a blur. "I love your cunt. Oh, god!"

Kimberly stared open-mouthed at her boss. She had very little experience with sex. When she was 15 her best friend got pregnant and, afraid to tell her parents, tried to end the pregnancy by herself. She bled to death. It was devastating for Kimberly and she swore it would never happen to her. She dated, but wouldn't let a boy do much other than kiss her. If his hand touched her breast, she'd get aroused and want to do more so she'd push him away and ask to be taken home. Kimberly Luckett was one of the few real virgins wearing white at her wedding.

Unfortunately, Kimberly's mindset about sex carried over to her marriage. She had been saying no for so long that it became second nature. And she had trained herself to fight the way her body reacted in order to stop the boys on her dates. So she ended up saying no to her new husband, giving in to sex as little as possible. First they had sex every couple of weeks, but soon it became less frequent as her husband didn't bother asking as often. And since Kimberly was afraid of the way her body reacted, the sex ended up being plain vanilla -- a little kissing, a few squeezes to her tit, and then her husband would climb between her legs and ram his cock into her, pump a few times, and climax.

She had never even seen a man jerk off -- that is until right now. Also, Steve's penis was bigger than her husband's -- a lot bigger. It intrigued her. She watched the cock-head get squished and disappear in his fist and then re-emerge on the down stroke.

Steve moved closer and leaned over, placing his free hand on the back of the chair next to Kimberly's shoulder. He pointed his large dick at her open pussy.

"I'm cumming," he said panting, his face scrunched up.

Kimberly watched a stream of white semen spurt onto her pubic hairs. The next landed between her fingertips, right inside her gaping pussy. She released her labia, causing them to snap shut. The rest of the sperm splattered her hands and pussy.

When Steve's orgasm ended, he knelt and picked up Kimberly's panties. They were already inside out so he used the crotch to wipe his still dripping cock, squeezing out a few more drops. Handing the panties to Kimberly he said, "Put these on and return to work. I have to tell someone else they're out of a job."

Kimberly reached out, but didn't take the panties. She looked at the semen on her hands. "Do you have a towel?"

"Lick it off."

"Oh gross! I can't do that. That's disgusting."

"Oh yes you can. Remember our deal. You'll do anything I say."

Kimberly looked at the gooey mess on her hands. She stuck her tongue out and dabbed just the tip into a glob of sperm. Her tongue returned to her mouth and swished around, but there was too little to taste. She took a mighty lick, capturing quite a bit of semen. The taste was different than anything she had ever experienced, but it was not unpleasant. She figured she might as well clean herself up.

Steve's cock hardened watching his employee lick his semen off her hands like a cat cleaning her paws. But he did not have time to do anything else at the moment. HR was waiting. When Kimberly was done, Steve watched her put her panties on. As soon as the red nylon touched her cum-covered pussy it soaked through.

"Don't wash up in the ladies room," he said. "I want you to feel my cum on your pussy the rest of the day. Kind of a reminder of our deal."

After Kimberly left, Steve called Mary Drexler into his office and informed her that she no longer had a job. She also cried, but unfortunately for her she was ugly.

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Ma/Fa / Reluctant / Coercion / Heterosexual / Cheating /