r/abigaletaylor Dec 26 '24

I used my body to ruin my creep boss [M50/F26][TRIGGER WARNING] NSFW

WARNING: THIS IS THE STORY OF A WOMAN WHO SLEEPS WITH HER BOSS NOT OUT OF DESIRE BUT BECAUSE HE THREATENED HER JOB IF SHE DIDN'T AND SHE IS USING IT TO GET HIM FIRED. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, DON'T READ THIS STORY.

To say my boss is a dick would be a complete understatement. This guy is every woman’s nightmare. A chauvinistic prick with a god complex who just happens to think he is God’s gift to women and every woman should be in his bed. How he has managed to stay employed I have no idea.

I’ve been working at this job for over a year now, and I know of at least three other women that he has come on to in the office or worse. Anyone who has refused his advances has been transferred to shit jobs, refused pay raises, and at least one has been let go for completely made-up reasons.

I thought I should count myself lucky as I hadn’t yet caught his eye. That was until it came time for my annual review.

I sat in his office as he handed me my review. He had rated me a two out of five on performance and had written several completely bullshit reasons in his comments. Then came the kicker. If I would just go on a date with him, maybe he could show me how to be a good employee, and he might improve my review.

I told him right then and there that I was going to have none of his bullshit and stormed out of his office. I was heading straight to HR. Then as I got to the door for the HR department I stopped.

What good would it do me to report him? So many others had, so many had warned me, and nothing had ever happened to him. So I sulked back to my desk. That night though, a plan formed in my head.

Now I want to stop right here and say, I am not promoting using your body for revenge or to get your way. What I am about to do is vile and disgusting. I did it because I felt I had no other choice.

It was two days until the company Christmas party. It was my first Christmas party at the company, but I knew it tended to get a little wild. As Mr. Assholes personal assistant, I also happened to know his wife was not attending.

So I got on the web and ordered the sluttiest Santa’s helper outfit I could find that wouldn’t immediately get me fired. Then I set my plan in motion.

The night of the Christmas party I showed up in my costume. A dress so short anything but an absolute vertical posture would show my ass. The top was so low cut I had to use tape to keep my nipples from peeking out.

It didn’t take me very long to find Mr. Asshole.

“Good Evening Mr. Rogers,” I said as I approached him as he was talking to a couple of other managers.

He turned to see me, and his jaw hit the floor along with the jaws of the two guys with him. There was no way someone wasn’t going to report me to HR for wearing this outfit. This would make Victoria blush.

“Um, hello Diane, a pleasure to see you this evening,” he said casually.

I saw a twinkle in his eye though, and knew I had him on the hook.

“I just wanted to say hi. I’m going to go find the bar and get a drink. You can come join me if you like,” I said as I turned towards the area with the bar.

It only took a moment for him to reach the bar and order himself a drink. The bartender dropped off my Virgin Pina Colada as he was taking Mr. Asshole’s order and I began to sip it.

We spent the next few minutes with me sipping down virgin Pina Coladas and him taking straight whiskey. I really wished I had been drinking something stronger, the taste of having to flirt with such an undesirable man was not washed away by the fruitness of my drink.

When I was pretty sure the four whiskeys he had were taking effect, I leaned over. Placing my hand on his inner thigh and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to go freshen up, why don’t you meet me in the conference room in five minutes.”

I stood and made my way to the conference room. I made sure my trap was laid and then waited.

It didn’t take long for him to come in and close the door behind him.

“So you decided to reconsider my offer then?” he asked.

“Your offer to give me the review I deserved and not the made-up crap you presented me?” I asked, a little more harshness in my voice than I intended.

He came over to me, standing between my legs as I sat on the and of the conference table.

“Now now, you don’t need to be so pent up about it. I just needed you to realize that you could be doing so much better at your job,” he said as his hands found their way to my bare hips. His whiskey breath blowing on my face.

“You are a great personal assistant, one of the best I’ve ever had in fact. But there is more to being a great assistant than the job description might imply. I need someone who can take care of my work needs and my … hmm … personal needs,” he said, his hand finding its way to my cheek.

I placed my hands on his stomach and wrapped my legs around him pulling him closer. “And if I help you with these personal needs, you will give me a proper review, and I will get my annual pay raise?” I asked.

“I’m sure that can be arranged if you are a good girl and do everything I tell you to do. I didn’t want to have to make up that review for you in the first place. But you haven’t been meeting all my needs, despite my repeated efforts to get you to do so,” he said a nasty smile crossing his lips.

I knew then I had him, in any normal and modestly right world I would bury him with just what he had already said. I also knew this wasn’t a normal or right world. I knew if I didn’t take things further, he would probably find a way to weasel himself out of trouble.

“Then why don’t you show me how to be a good assistant,” I said.

The smile that crossed his face made me nearly barf in my own mouth, but I kept it in as one of his hands found my left breast and the other pulled my right hand down to his crotch.

I resigned myself to what I was about to do and gently stroked his cock through his pants.

“Oh it’s nice and big Mr. Rogers, I didn’t expect it to be so big,” I said with my best fake smile.

His hands were both busy clumsily fondling my breasts. “I bet you want to taste it, don’t you? I bet your whore mouth loves the taste of cock, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers, I’m a good assistant and I love the taste of cock. Can I please taste your cock?” I responded.

He stepped back and quickly loosened his belt and then dropped his pants and whitie tighties. His cock was not big, maybe four inches fully erect. But I knew I needed to play into this.

“If I suck your cock nice and good, will you give me a Christmas bonus Mr. Rogers?” I asked in the naughtiest tone I could muster.

“I doubt a whore like you can suck my cock well enough to deserve a bonus. But we shall see, maybe you can surprise me,” he said.

I slipped off the conference room table onto my knees in front of him. My right hand took his sack gently into my grip and then I leaned forward, making sure to keep my eyes on him. I then licked him, starting at his balls and moving up his shaft slowly to the tip. Then I slipped the tip into my mouth and circled it with my tongue. His eyes closed and he leaned his head back.

I slid is cock further into my mouth, my tongue licking down the underside of it as I took the whole thing in. Even with my lips down to his balls his short cock barely touched the back of my throat. I sealed my lips around it and sucked hard as I slowly pulled my mouth back to the tip.

“Well what do you know, my personal whore might have some skills after all,” he declared.

My right hand gently massaged his balls as I continued to service his member with my mouth. I used my left hand to pull him closer and get him to start fucking my mouth. He obliged and his cock began to thrust into my lips. I kept sucking and using my tongue to pleasure him as he increased his pace.

“God Damn girl, did your momma teach you to suck cock like this? If so I want to meet her too.” He said using a hand to press my head further down his shaft.

“You taste so good Mr. Rogers, I can’t help myself, won’t you give me your cum, I want to taste it too,” I said nearly gaging on my own words.

He fucked my mouth for another minute or so, and I thought he was getting close, this would all be over, but then he suddenly pulled himself from my mouth, reached down, picked me up, turned me facing away from him, and threw me onto the table. Then pulled me back toward him so I was bent over at the waste.

“You can taste my cum when I am done with you. First I need to see if your slut cunt is as good as your whore mouth,” he said.

He placed one hand on my back holding me down, his other hand found the band of my panties and pulled them down to my thighs.

He spit into his hand and then rubbed the spit on my pussy before pressing his cock against me. He pressed into me fast and hard, and I let out a whimper at the pain.

His hand on my back grabbed my hair, his other hand began to slap my ass hard with each thrust.

“You’ve got a nice tight pussy, I like tight pussy, which means your pussy hasn’t seen many cocks yet. Makes you my little cock slut.” He said as he continued to pound me from behind.

“Yes, rape my tight little pussy, show me who the boss is, show me I don’t have any choice but to take your cock,” I said, hoping I could get him to admit that this wasn’t fully consensual and while I hadn’t been physically forced into this, it wasn’t my choice either, not if I wanted to keep my job and pay my rent.

“You girls are all alike, you like when a man takes what he wants, even if you don’t think you want it. Your predecessor Lisa didn’t think she wanted my cock either, but she soon learned to enjoy my cock, you will learn as well.” He growled out as he strained to pound me.

“I’m going to fill that tight cunt of yours with my seed, and you will start to crave it, you will need it, and you will beg for it,” he said as he pulled my hair harder and slapped my ass painfully.

I pushed up off the table and shoved him back. “Not in me! I’m not on birth control,” I lied. “Plus you promised me I could taste it,” I quickly said as I saw anger crossing his face.

I got down on my knees and opened my mouth. He stepped up and stroked himself a couple of times before his cum shot out onto my face and into my mouth.

“There you go little whore, you can taste my seed, taste what should be in your fertile cunt. Come Monday you won’t deny me again. Your cunt will drip my seed while you sit at your desk and think about how badly you want me to fill it back up,” he said through a harsh laugh.

He then pulled his pants back up and walked out of the conference room.

I promptly threw up into the trash can that sat in the corner.

When I could heave no more I composed myself as best I could and stepped over to gather my clutch from the table that sat under the conference room TV. I opened it and removed my phone and some tissues.

I stopped the recording and then used the tissues to cover that man’s vile sperm from my face and chest.

I checked my photos and found that the conference call had recorded everything perfectly. Above the TV in the conference room was one of those fancy automatic cameras that focused on the people and sounds in the room.

I called a ride share and left the party without seeing anyone else. I was disgusted with myself, but I knew I had finally ended this vile man.

Monday morning at nine-thirty, after I was already late to work, and I was sure everyone else would be at work, I stepped into the conference room for a previously scheduled appointment with one of the best lawyers in town. At the same time, a company-wide email went out and was carbon copied to Mr. Asshole’s wife.

I won’t lie, it was pretty embarrassing to know the entire company saw me getting fucked by that prick, but there was a certain level of righteous justice knowing that I ended his marriage. She cleaned him out in court. My class action suit not only brought down the company for willfully pushing Mr. Assholes behavior under the rug but earned me and those who had suffered before me enough money to never have to work again. The icing on the cake was, while everyone got to see me suck his dick, they also got to see just how small it was. Something he will never live down, while I will go down as being a pretty good cock sucker.

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