Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mult, Consensual, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Daughter, MaleDom, Spanking, Light Bond, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Fisting, Sex Toys, Bestiality, Squirting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Leg Fetish, Public Sex, Transformation, Porn Theatre, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - a wrong deciscion at work puts my uptight boss in my control

I walked into the office expecting just another boring day. I had just finished a big project for an old customer and when all was said and done I wound up out of the box and gave him some unsolicited advice. I went against company policy, but I figured for an old and trusted customer honesty was better than business. I had just taken my coat off when I was summoned to my boss' office. Brenda Barlyle was an MBA; a woman with smarts but no people skills whatsoever. She was rather pretty and might have a great body; but with her blonde hair always in a bun, and the rather drab pantsuits and baggy blouses she always wore it was hard to tell for sure. She looked to be in her mid 30's and had been at the company just over 4 months. In that time she had successfully alienated just about everybody on the floor. She was demanding rather than suportive, harsh rather than tactful; brash and overbearing might be better terms, though impolite. We all figured she was a recent grad school graduate and was hired because the company needed a woman executive.

I was ushered into her office by her very harried and nervous secretary. Harriot Jones walked on egg shells trying to satisfy Ms. Barlyle, who seemed totally capable of never being satisfied.

As I entered her spacious office I noticed my report file on the Dalbon project I had just finished in her hands. As I looked up to her face all I saw was a mask of fury. In a voice that would freeze water she asked me

"Mister Brown do you make it a habit advising our clients go to our competitors? Don't answer that, I don't want to know. I do know you are fired. I want you out of this building within the hour or I will call security and have you taken out. I can not belive this report. And one of our most valued clients. I have no idea how I am going to tell Mister Acres what you did. But I am sure he will be pleased to know I at least fired you. Now get out of my sight."

She obviously didn't want to hear my thinking on the subject so I had no choice but to turn and head back to my desk and start cleaning out my meager belongings. As I was about to open the door it was opened for me by Mr. Acres. He strode into the room with the biggest smile on his face. When he saw me his smile got even bigger.

"Brown, just the man I wanted to see. Glad you had him in your office Ms. Barlyle, now I get to tell you both the good news. I just got off a conference call with Dalbon and Haaris. When you advised Dalbon to go to Haaris instead of using us, Brown, he thought it was the most honest peice of advice he had ever heard. So he called Haaris and told him what you did. Haaris then called me and he too was taken by your honesty. The upshot my boy, is that our company and Haaris are going to merge and our stock price just went up 10 bucks. You just made me a millionaire son, and the company billions."

He looked at Ms. Barlyle and said with a smile

"Whatever you do, don't let this guy get away. Haaris told me he would double his salary if he came to work in their special projects division. So you both get a raise and I want you to do everything in your power Ms. Barlyle to see that Brown here stays happy and continues to do exemplary work, for us, and not for Haaris, am I understood?"

A very confused Ms. Barlyle could only nod, words failing her.

"Good, I'm glad we have an understanding, maybe Brown here can get you to loosen up some, your a good numbers cruncher but I'm hearing people are not happy with your, mmm, how can I say this, your demeanor? You might try lightening up some on the diatribes, Ms. Barlyle, a happy office is a productive office. Well congratulations to you both, you'll hear from HR about the raises but I'm sure you'll both be pleased, and Brown?" he looked at me

"Don't make it a habit of giving our clients away, the next one might not be as accomadating," and then he gave a hearty laugh, shook my hand and said thanks once again and walked out, leaving a deadly silence in his wake.

We looked at each other without speaking for what seemed like an eternety. I knew what she was thinking, how to apologize and get me to stay. She had no idea what I was thinking.

I am a balding, pot bellied, late 50's blob. I smoke, I drink, and I don't fuck. I haven't had a woman that wasn't paid for in at least 20 years. My right hand and porno on the internet have become my best friends. And because of that internet use my sexual interests have become somewhat perverted from the norm. My most recent fantasies maybe about to come true.

Finally Ms. Barlyle was able to speak

"Well, obviously I was wrong and you are most welcome to return to your desk. No hard feelings?" and she put her hand out to shake. I ignored it.

"No Ms. Barlyle, there are many hard feelings. You fired me without giving me a chance to explain my thinking about why I did what I did. You lord over this office like a queen, paying no attention to the hurt left in your wake. But things are about to change, and change for the better, although you might not think so, at least at first."

Ms. Barlyle looked at me with the first hints of fear overtaking her face.

"Wh ... wh ... what do you mean?" she finally stammered out.

"I mean that from now on you will do what I say and what I want. You heard Mr. Acres, and I quote 'do everything in your power to keep Mr. Brown happy', and if Mr. Brown isn't happy he walks and tells Mr. Acres you fired him."

Now the fear was written in bold ink

"What do you want from me?"

"Simple, I want a new you. A kindler, gentler you, and I might add, a much sexier you." and I laughed.

She sank to her chair and started crying. That I didn't expect, hissing, spitting, swearing I expected from the tough broad that stalked the office, but crying? that I didn't know how to cope with. But what man truley knows how to cope with a crying woman.

I walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder

"There there," I said, "it won't be so hard, you just need to simmer down."

"That's easy for you to say, you're not a woman in a mans job. I've got to be tough, cause if I'm not people will walk on me and not respect me," she managed to say between sobs."

"So that's why you've been so hard on everyone, you think you need to be tough to get respect? Well you don't, you just need to be competant, show people that you are well qualified to do your job and that will earn their respect. You don't have to yell at them, just give constructive advice."

Now as for me, well, you are now going to start wearing more feminine clothes. I want to see you in skirts and dresses."

"But people won't take me seriously if I start wearing that, they'll think I'm just some woman easy to push over."

"No they won't, that is just some feminist propaganda that you bought into. There is one other little request that I have of you to make me happy. You are going to have sex with me anytime and anywhere I want it."

Her head snapped up and the tears instantly stopped. She looked at me with a look of disbelief, that she hadn't heard me right, but afraid she did.

"You, Ms. Barlyle, are going to be my slave. You are going to do what I want, when I want and how I want. There will be no back talk or excusses. If you disobey me I walk and tell Acres you fired me. Are we clear on that point? You WILL do as I say, whether you like it or not. I will not be a hard master for you, and if I guess right you will come to enjoy all that will be asked of you."

The tears started again, but this time I didn't care. While she sat in her chair nearly petrified I took the pins from her hair and let it fall to its natural state. It was a beautiful shade of ash blonde and it fell to the middle of her back fanning out in a just ruffled way. It was stunning and it instantly turned her stern exterior into a softer persona. I took her suit jacket off her, she helping in a robotic way.

Her white baggy bluse was next, I began to unbutton it. She gave me a deer in the headlights look but made no move to stop me. She knew I was in control and she had no way out. I heard her sigh, resigned to her fate. I finished unbuttoning her blouse and took it off. She was wearing the ugliest bra I have ever seen. It was huge, covering her breasts completely, with not a hint of cleavage. I took it off too, very quickly, I couldn't stand the sight of it. Finally I got to see her bare tits. She went to cover them with her hands but stopped when she saw me shake my head no. She had her head turned so she wouldn't see me as I ogled her breasts. They were really nice, firm, about a 36c, and the nipples were rather large, even not aroused they stood out. I grinned thinking how great they would look when she was ready to be fucked.

I reached down for the snaps and zipper of her pants. She still sat like a zombie, not helping, but not hindering either; she lifted her ass up when I began to tug her pants off her hips and down her legs. If I thought her bra was ugly, her panties were even worse. They were some kind of elastic/plastic material; thick and went from her waist to her thighs. I guess it might have been a girdle, but who wore them anymore? Apparently Ms. Barlyle. I grabbed her hands and made her stand so I could get them off her. Again she offered no resistance as I tugged, pulled and eventually worked them from her body. She wanted to cover her pubes with her hands but I grabbed them in mine and held them while I stared at her pussy. It was covered in fine whiteish hair, thick, but so fine it was see through. I had a good look at her pussy lips. While I was doing so a remarkable thing happened. Right before my eyes her pussy lips parted and I saw her clit peek out from it's hiding place. My staring at her was turning her on whether she liked it or not.

I clicked on the intercom

"Ms. Jones, please hold all calls for Ms. Barlyle for the next hour or so, she is going to be busy on a new project Mr. Acres gave her and me to do."

"Certainly Mr. Brown, are there any supplies or papers you want me to get for you?" she replied.

"No Ms. Jones, we're fine for the present. In fact why don't you take your morning break. She won't need you for the next hour or so. Go shopping or do errands. You could use the time off."

"Oh Mr. Brown, are you sure? that is something Ms. Barlyle would not approve of."

I looked at her and nodded my head towards the intercom.

She got my silent message and said

"It's okay, Ms. Jones, you have my permission to leave for as long as you need."

You could hear the gasp of astonishment

"Thank you, Ms. Barlyle, that is most kind of you."

I clicked off and guided Ms. Barlyle to the edge of her desk. I leaned her back against it and told her to spread her legs which she reluctantly did. I knealt in front of her and put my face next to her pussy. Her aroma was wonderful, at once sensual, sexual and physical. I could see moisture on her labia and her clit was extended out of its hood. Some part of her was excited about her ordeal. I leaned froward and put my mouth on her pussy lips. She squealed and flinched but did not move away. I extended my tongue and licked her lips from her ass hole to her clit. She smelled and tasted a little like cinnamon. I felt her body shudder and could feel her thighs shake as they rubbed against my shoulders. I licked once again and then zeroed in on her clit. Pursing my lips around it and gently kissing and sucking on it. Then I lapped it with my tongue. She moaned aloud and sank back onto the desk, resting her ass cheeks on it as she orgasmed. I gave her a few moments to recover and then attacked her pussy again with my mouth and tongue. This time I licked her ass hole and pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go before bringing her off by sucking and lapping her clit. I once again waited for her to come back to earth. Now I replaced my mouth with my fingers. Rubbing her well lubricated cutely puckered ass hole and then sticking two fingers into her pussy while simutaniously stroking her clit. She came again instantly; grabbing on to my arm while her body jerked and twitched.

I stood back from her and looked at her, I mean really looked at her. She was a very pretty woman, not beautiful, or stunning, but with a little toneing and shaping here and there she would be the perfect eye candy on my arm. But beneath the exterior I was sensing something else; a different dynamic was taking place inside her physche.

"I have never felt like that before in my life. No man has ever made me respond like that," she said aloud. I don't think she was talking to me, I think she was just making a statement of fact. She then looked at me and said

"I think I can do this. But there is just one thing. Make sure you make it plain I have no other choice, I have to do what you say or face consequences I can't bear to face. Can you do that Mr. Brown?"

Now I was stunned. It took me a second or two to gather my thoughts.

"Yes I can do that, for it's true, Ms. Barlyle. I hold your fate in my hands. I can not only have you fired from your six figure job, but I can have you blackballed from your chosen profession. So we should be able to get along just great, but it occurs to me that your job description has changed a bit. It also now contains the demand to make me happy. Like Mr. Acres said do everything in your power to make me happy; except now you will do everything in my power to make me hapy. And to make me happy you will be my sex toy; something I can play with to my hearts desire. Do you think you can do that Ms. Barlyle?"

She was silent for just a moment

"Yes Mr. Brown, I can do that, my fate is in your hands as is my body," she stated like it was an oath, which in a way it was. She was now bond to me.

I smiled at her

"Finally we can put aside the formality, my name is Harold, but please call me Hank, and you are Brenda right?"

She smiled also,

"Yes my name is Brenda and Hank it is."

I looked at her seriously

"It's Hank when it is not Sir," I said as I stared hard at her.

She was no dummy and got my meaning instantly.

"Yes sir, I understand sir."

"Good, now why don't you invite me to dinner at your house tonight. We can have a leisurely meal while I tell you the rules for our new relationships; both working and sexual."

"Sir would you like to come to my house this evening for dinner?"

"Ummm, maybe, what are you serving?"

Her mouth dropped open, not the answer she was expecting. I laughed

"Beef stroganoff and steamed vegtables," she finally managed

"Yummy, I love beef stroganoff. I hope you are a better cook than you are a boss. Is seven a good time?"

"I am a very good cook," she huffed, "and as for that boss crack, you and I both know that will change."

"Yes, yes it will. Now write down your address so I know where I'm going then I got to get back to work. And you might want to get dressed as well, even though you look beautiful naked."

The way she started made me think she actually forgot she was completley nude.

"See you at seven Brenda," I said as I opened the door and walked out of her office.

Life had just taken an unusual turn to say the least, but I was certainly looking forward to it.

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