Work Gets Kinky 17

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I let him put his cock in my mouth. I taste him, and feel his hardness pressing against my lips and tongue. He’s blackmailing me, or forcing me, one or the other or both. He’s holding my hair, holding me there on my knees, and forcing himself on me. He’s doing something utterly awful to me, and yet, I let him. I want him to. I want this, so I open my mouth wider, and take more of him inside.

I let him slide his cock between my lips, and then, when he has, when I’m ashamed and embarrassed and scared, then I make everything worse because then I start to suck.

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Work Gets Kinky 16

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And I jump, and maybe cough, because I’m actually a little surprised. I really didn’t expect him to do that. I truly thought he was going to stop and let me go. I didn’t think he’d want me enough, or be willing to treat me so badly, that he’d actually find it in himself to take things this far.

But now he has. And now I’m scared, all over again. Scared, and gasping through my nose to breathe, and struggling not to choke as he pushes his cock into my mouth.

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Work Gets Kinky 15

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I don’t know what I want, so I wait to see what Eric does. To see whether this is actually real, I suppose. To find out how far I’ll go, how much I’m prepared to let him to do me, and how excited or scared I’ll be when he does.

I wait, on my knees, being held, looking up at him. With his hand wrapped into my hair, gripping it, tugging on it painfully, and his cock right in front of my face.

I wait, wanting him to make me do this, and yet, at the same time, scared that he will.

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Work Gets Kinky 14

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Eric keeps standing where he is, holding me by my hair, looking down at me. Looking at me slightly confused, as if he doesn’t know whether this is a game or not, any more, but also as if he doesn’t especially care, either. Looking at me like he’s tempted to do this thing to me, like he’s wanting to, wanting it badly. Like he’s planning to, almost, and has every intention of doing it, and is only hesitating now while he finishes talking himself into actually doing it.

He’s looking at me like that, but at the same time, still like he’s still wondering whether this is all really just a game.

And I’m wondering that, too, in all honesty.

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Work Gets Kinky 13

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I look up at Eric, uncertainly, unsure how all this makes me feel.

Our games have come close to this before, I suppose, so the idea of being forced, or at least play-forced, can’t really be that horrifying to me, or I would have stopped doing things like this long ago. And equally, the idea of forcing me can’t truly shock Eric, or he never would have done some of the things we already did, years ago.

Our games have come close to this before, is what I mean. They’ve just never actually got to here. Not until now, anyway.

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Work Gets Kinky 12

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He’s realising, I think, that if this is actually real, and I really am saying no, then he could still make me do it anyway. And as he realises that, he’s also realising that doing so might be more exciting for him.

Making me might be exciting for him.

I think a part of him now wants me to say no, just so he can see what happens next.

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Work Gets Kinky 11

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“I don’t want this,” I say, uncertainly.

Eric thinks. “But?” he says, after a moment.

I blink, surprised. “There’s no but,” I say. “If you make me do this, you’re a horrible, cruel person and you’re doing a terrible thing to me.”

“But?” he says again.

I don’t get why he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. “There’s really no but,” I say. “Make me do this, or don’t make me do this. It’s up to you. But I don’t want to, not at all. I just can’t stop you if you’re going to force me to.”

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Work Gets Kinky 10

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Eric starts to smile. Really smugly, really irritatingly. “You don’t want to stop?” he says.

I don’t answer. I bite my lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says, and tugs my hair sharply, painfully. “Answer me.”

Reluctantly, I shake my head.

“So suck me,” he says.

I shake my head again. “No.”

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Work Gets Kinky 9

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“Please don’t,” I say, suddenly scared. This isn’t a game any more. I’m scared, and worried by what he’ll do next, and I think I’m about to cry.

Eric seems to notice that, finally. He looks at me, and says, “Oh. You’re serious?”

He almost sounds surprised.

I nod, and sniff. “I really fucking am. Please don’t.”

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Work Gets Kinky 8

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“Go on,” he says, and pulls me towards himself.

I shake my head, even though doing so hurts my hair. “No,” I say.

“I’ll make you anyway,” he says. “So you might as well just do it.”

“You’ll make me?” I say, a bit startled.

He looks down at me.

“Fuck, dude,” I say. “That’s…”

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