My life sucked. I was what society considered "overworked, underpaid, and way undersexed." I hadn't had a date in months, I was too busy at work, trying to kiss the corporate ass so I could make something of my life. I hated everything about my life, my job, my apartment, my piece of shit car that broke down every couple of months just because it felt like making my life just that much more miserable. I hated it all, with room to spare.
Then it happened one day. That breaking point broke wide open with a flood of anguish and despair. My boss, my wonderfully evil boss, gave a promotion to this second-rate bitch from accounting that couldn't even do simple math without a calculator and all of her fingers and toes. I couldn't believe it. I lost everything at that point, and I began to tear apart my "office," a.k.a, cubicle, and I made a big scene about it. I had done EVERYTHING for the man, and he promoted this bimbo over me? And that was when it hit me, like lightning from the sky. It was BECAUSE she was a bimbo that she got promoted. So, she was good at sucking a cock, what's the big deal? But that was my disadvantage, I'm a guy, and there wasn't enough money in the entire WORLD that would get me to put a dick in my mouth. That was just wrong on all kinds of levels. Not to say that I had problem with gays, it just was not my style. This gate didn't swing both ways.
So, I was resigned to my fate of having a mediocre wage at a mediocre job with a mediocre life for the rest of the time I was breathing. Nothing wrong with that, right? But there was something wrong with that. I wanted more. I wanted more out of life, and I couldn't help that fact. I felt I deserved it, after all of the Saturday nights I had to give up so I could finish a couple more documents for the project I had to have done by Wednesday the next week for work, and the sleepless nights I spent up at home typing away on my laptop, trying to meet my deadline. I deserved it, if anyone ever did, I did. And then it happened. My boss was caught in the act of doodling his new promotee in his office, and he got canned. I was so relieved. That meant a fresh start with a new boss. And the day she walked through that door, I knew that I was in like sin...
Her name was Emily, and she was just about the sexiest thing I'd seen in months. I couldn't believe my luck. She was 5'4, brunette, and she had the most gorgeous blue/hazel eyes I had ever seen. She had a killer smile with a body to match, and I was in love with the first sight of her. It didn't help that I hadn't gotten any play for months, and I was horny as hell. The first thing she did was go cubicle to cubicle, getting to know her employees. When she got to me, I was nearly hyperventilating with the excitement. I had to calm down, so I played it cool. When she spoke up behind me, I ignored it, pretending to be engrossed in the figures I was filing on the screen in front of me. She cleared her pretty little throat, and said it louder.
"Excuse me," she said sweetly. I almost came in my pants when I heard just how silky her voice was. I turned around like I had been startled out of a deep trance. She smiled, let out a small giggle, and began again. "My name is Emily, what's yours?"
"Peter, my name is Peter, what can I do for you Emily?" I said, smooth as a baby's behind. This was going well.
"Oh, nothing, I am just going around the place, getting to know everyone I'm going to be working with. It's my first day, you see, and I want everyone to feel comfortable around me. Are you comfortable having a woman for a boss?" she asked sweetly. I was thinking about the raging hard-on I had going on in my southern region that threatened to break the zipper on my Dockers, which was giving me some rather severe pain, and I nodded.
"Yeah, I think we'll be great friends. You'll definitely get to know me, Emily, I do all of the work around here."
She giggled again, and her eyes wandered down to my crotch. She gasped. I looked down, and sure as shit, there was a huge tent in my pants. I looked up at her with pure horror, but she was smiling. Oh yeah, I thought. I've hit the big time, she digs the boner. She muttered something about letting me get back to work and took her leave. I was slightly relieved to see her go, actually. Any more of looking at her, and I would have had to go home and change my pants. Not to say that I would have minded that, because I wouldn't have. So I finished out the day, and as soon as I got home, I hit the shower. I turned the water on, let it get hot enough, and I jumped in. I washed my hair and body first, then I poured soap onto my hands and let loose with the hottest jack off session of my life. I blew a nut of gigantic proportions onto the wall of my shower, and I was amazed that I had produced that much just by looking at and talking with Emily. It didn't even take five minutes for me to blast off, I was that turned on. Afterwards, I sat on my recliner and watched some television, but I didn't really pay attention to it. My mind was focused on Emily, and my plan of attack, so to speak. By the end of the night, I had figured out what I was going to do. It would take some time, and a lot of preparation, but it would work, I had no doubts about it.
To Be Continued...
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