Blowing Mr. Johnson

I'd been working at Mr. Johnson's office for about three months while I was going to school for my MBA. I figured having an office job and observing my superiors would be good for me. I never knew that my relationship with Mr. Johnson would become what it did.

It was a chaotic day in the office that Monay morning. I was running around, photocopying and faxing things and making phone calls. Mr. Johnson asked me to call his wife and tell her he'd be home late. I felt bad for the man; he worked such long hours.

At around noon, I brought him his coffee and his paper and suggested he take a break. He seemed to agree. I asked him softly if there was anything else I could do to make his job easier.

He ran his eyes down my body, his expression changing. He glanced towards the door. "You know, there is something," he mumbled. "Is that door locked?" I went over and locked the door and turned back around to see Mr. Johnson fumbling with his belt.
I had noticed Mr. Johnson looking at me around the office; I tried not to think anything of it, because he had a wife, but I'd heard stories of him fooling around with interns, men and women.

"There is something you can do to relieve my stress," he said, unbuttoning his pants and reaching in. "Sometimes, when I'm having a long day..." He pulled his cock out of his pants. "...all I want is to have my dick sucked. Now, why don't you get on your knees and give me some head?" It wasn't really a question; it was a command. He smirked at me. "Everyone around the office knows you're gay, Nick," he said.

I looked at Mr. Johnson. He wasn't exceptionally attractive...he was a balding, hefty man in his early forties. His dick wasn't that big; it was maybe five inches long, but fat and hard as a rock. I would never dream of fooling around with him, but he was my boss. I couldn't really say no to him.

"Sir?" I mumbled.
"You asked what you could for me," he said. "Come over here and get on your knees." I did as he said, kneeling between his meaty thighs. "Now, open your mouth," he ordered. I leaned forward slightly and opened my mouth, looking up at him. He slid his cock into my mouth, groaning softly. I closed my lips around his fat, throbbing cock. It tasted salty, like it hadn't been sucked in a while.

"That's right," Mr. Johnson muttered, pushing my head down between his legs. "Suck that cock." I moaned, letting him slide it all the way down my throat. I looked up at him while I sucked on his fat dick. "You like having your boss's down your throat?" he grunted.
"Mm hmm," I replied, my lips still wrapped around his pole. He placed his hand on the back of my head and held it down, keeping his cock in my mouth. With my face buried in his thick, dark pubes, Mr. Johnson took a gulp from his coffee. He then proceded to slam his dick down my throat repeatedly. With every thrust, he groaned and I made a quiet gagging noise.

Once he got tired of fucking my windpipe, I continued to bob my head and suck on him. "You're good at that," he moaned, struggling to undo the last button his pants. I took my mouth off his cock as he pulled out his balls. I blinked, slightly stunned. He had huge, hairy balls, glistening with sweat. I gulped nervously, feeling myself get excited.

"Suck on my balls," he ordered, putting his hand on the back of my head again. I leaned forward and started sucking and licking on his hairy, sweaty balls. He moaned, muttering filthy things. "Lick all the way underneath," he said, lifting his ballsack. I licked all the way down to his hairy taint, moaning in pleasure while I did so. "You like being on your knees, licking my balls?" he asked patronizingly.

"Uh-huh," I answered, resting my hands on his inner thighs.
"Good," he muttered. "I think we finally found something you're really good at. Suck my cock again."

I did at he told me to, and for the next ten minutes or so, I rotated from sucking on his dick and licking his balls. Finally, he told me to open my mouth so he could blow his load all over my tongue. I looked up at him as he jerked off his fat, five inch cock furiously, his huge balls making a slapping noise.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I'm gonna blow!" He let out a long moan as thick gobs of white, salty cum shot out of him, landing on my tongue and my lips. "Swallow it," he told me. "Swallow every drop." He shoved his cock back down my throat and sighed in satisfaction, his head falling back. I swallowed his cum, licking whatever was left off the shaft of his quickly softening cock and his balls.

Mr. Johnson looked down at me, seeming very pleased. "That's exactly what I needed," he said. "There's nothing like a good blowjob to make a man's day better."
"Yes sir," I agreed.

He wiped some cum off my lips and made me lick it off his finger. "I could get used to you sucking my cock," he said. "It's a fast way for you to move up in this company, too."
"Really, sir?" I asked excitedly.

He nodded, smiling. "From now on, I'll need you to get on your knees and blow me whenever I need some stress relief," he said firmly. "If you're good, I'll make sure you get a little raise, how 'bout it?"
"Yes sir, of course, sir," I replied eagerly.

And that's how my little office relationship with my boss Mr. Johnson began. Little did I know, things were about to get even more exciting...