Owned By His Boss - Part 1

"Yo, I'd absolutely fuck Mary the milf."

"Hell yeah! Who wouldn't wanna tap that sweet pussy?"

"I heard she uses the company like her personal escort service, that she calls in the guy she likes best and offers him a chance to fuck her milf pussy in exchange for a raise."

Todd took a bite of his sandwich from a table far in the corner of the sizable break room - there were lots of employees at the warehouse, after all - and listened to a version of the same conversation he'd heard dozens of times since he took the job a month ago. The guys he worked with seemed obsessed with their boss - the one they called Mary the milf - or at least they were obsessed with talking about fucking her.

It struck Todd as hugely inappropriate to talk about their boss - or their boss's boss, really - that way. After all, they'd all be fired if she heard even a word of what they were saying.

She was hot, though. She didn't seem to mind flaunting that, either. She always wore skirts, those skirts were always exceptionally tight, and she seemed to favor blouses that fit rather tightly across her chest, putting her considerable breasts on display. Todd wasn't willing to openly talk of his desire to fuck his boss and he didn't really fantasize about it, but he understood why a man - even a man half her age - would desire Mary.

"Hey, man," Ed, the only friend Todd had made at work, said as he sat down. "Some things never change, huh?" he added while gesturing to the guys that were still going on about how they wanted to fuck Mary the milf.

"I guess not," Todd replied. "Why do you think she's the only one they talk about like that? It's not like she's the only woman in management, or the only good-looking woman,"

"No idea," Ed answered. "Sometimes stuff like that starts with a nugget of truth. Maybe somewhere along the way she actually fucked one of the hourly guys and the story got passed down and now she's the subject of everyone's lust because there's just a hint of truth to it. I mean, you have to admit that it would be kind of hot to fuck the boss, especially when the boss is as beautiful as she is."

Todd considered it for a moment before saying, "I guess so."

Ed laughed. "Really, man? You guess so? You wouldn't enjoy fucking Mary if she hopped on her desk, spread her legs, and told you to have a go at her pussy?"

"Damn, dude," Todd said, igniting more laughter from his coworker. "I have no idea how I'd react in that situation."

Todd wasn't going to say, but he suspected he'd have difficulty in that particular situation. He'd lost his virginity his junior year of college and it hadn't been particularly good - the girl hadn't returned his calls after the first time. He'd slept with two girls in the half a decade that had passed since losing his virginity and neither seemed particularly enamored with the experience. Because of that, Todd wasn't entirely sure he'd do anything other than run out of Mary's office if she hopped on her desk, spread her legs, and asked him to fuck her.

It wasn't worth much thought, though. Todd had met Mary only once, and that was before he'd been officially hired at the warehouse. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last, either, as getting paid $15/hour for what felt like backbreaking work didn't seem like a good long term plan. Todd's liberal arts degree hadn't yet proved to be very useful, but he spent most of his free time looking for a better job and he was certain he'd find one before too long.

After an all-too-brief lunch break, Todd headed back to the warehouse floor and resumed the dispiriting work of moving large boxes from one location to another. He passed the time by brainstorming business ideas that he could start as a side hustle and thinking of ways his degree could actually prove useful. He'd done that same thing for the past month, though, and it had yet to produce any meaningful results, which always proved disheartening.

"At least it's Friday, right?" Ed said as their shift came to a close. "Two days of freedom before you're back to the grind."

Todd nodded, grabbed his bag from his locker, and gently closed it. "You got any plans?"

"I'm getting laid this weekend," Ed answered without hesitation. "How about you?"

"Well, I didn't have any plans for getting laid, but I wouldn't object," Todd replied.

Ed laughed. "Why don't you come out with me tomorrow night? I'll wingman for you. I promise, nothing takes your mind off how boring your job is like getting laid."

Todd wanted to make an excuse - any excuse - to avoid the displeasure that came with rejection, which would absolutely happen if he went out with his friend.

"Todd!" the shift supervisor called out. "Boss wants to see you in her office before you leave."

"Whoa! Is Todd getting the call up from Mary the milf? Is he about to get lucky?" someone called out from the other end of the locker room.

"You worried?" Ed asked with a far more serious look on his face. "They fire people every week, you know."

Todd was a little worried. "Yeah, I know. I've met my quotas, though. I surpassed them on a few occasions, in fact." He gathered his things and headed for the door.

"Hey, man, you didn't answer me about tomorrow. You coming out with me?" Ed asked.

"Yes," Todd replied. "Why not? If I don't have a job I can drown my sorrows. If I do, I can celebrate." He didn't wait for an answer, for making the boss wait was a bad idea no matter what your job was. Todd headed up the stairs towards the offices, found his way to the one that said 'Mary Clarkson' on the door and knocked gently.

"Come in," she said.

Todd opened the door to see Mr. Clarkson sitting behind her desk in a tight white satin blouse that she'd unbuttoned all the way down to her cleavage. He stared at the soft, smooth, milky white flesh of her breasts for a few moments before looking away. He was fairly certain his face got red, too, as he felt like a world class moron for looking at his boss's breasts before he'd even stepped into her office.

"You wanted to see me, Ms. Clarkson?" Todd asked.

She smiled and gestured to one of the two chairs on the other side of her desk. "Yes, please, shut the door and have a seat."

Todd did as instructed and tried to calm the sense of nervousness that had overtaken him. He was confident in his job performance, but he couldn't help but worry that he was about to be fired from a job that he desperately needed. After he'd taken a seat, Ms. Clarkson smiled once more, but she said nothing. Her silence went on long enough that Todd couldn't help but feel a little bit uncomfortable. He knew it wasn't his place to start the conversation, though.

"Tell me, Todd," she began, "do your coworkers talk about me?"

"Uh...well...I don't know if it's my place to say anything about that, Ms. Clarkson," he answered.

"You can call me Mary," she said.

Todd waited for her to say something more, but again Mary seemed more than happy to let the silence linger. "Uh, well, Mary, as I said, I'm not really comfortable saying anything about what my coworkers say. It's just, well, it would be hard to work with them if they felt like I was going to report every little thing they said to the boss."

Mary smiled, stood, and came around the desk to sit next to Todd. She leaned towards him and her blouse opened a little, once again exposing the wondrously milky white flesh of her breasts. "I know they call me Mary the milf," she said. "I know they talk about wanting to fuck me. I know they talk about rumors that I sometimes fuck an employee."

Todd leaned back instinctively - as if it was dangerous to be so close to her - and tried his best to say something, though few intelligible words actually came out. "Uh...I...uhh, well, I, I don't...I'm not sure..."

Mary reached out and put her hand on Todd's knee, silencing him completely as he looked down at her delicate fingers and noticed the perfectly applied coating of red polish on her nails. "There's no need to be nervous, Todd. I know what people say about me. I know they see the tight skirts and the tight blouses. I know they stare at my breasts...just like you did. I know they fantasize about me. I know they start rumors about me and my sexual appetites."

Todd wasn't sure what to say, though he was entirely certain that he was in the midst of an inappropriate interaction with his boss.

"Let me ask you, Todd," Mary said as she lifted her hand from his leg. "Do you believe the rumors? Do you believe I'd actually fuck an employee?"

Todd shook his head.

"No?" she asked with a smile. "Why is that, Todd? Do I strike you as too professional to stoop to fucking someone that works for me?"

"Yes," he answered.

Mary stood, stepped in front of Todd, and sat against her desk. She rested her hands on the smooth wood and leaned forward just enough to show off her cleavage. Despite knowing he shouldn't look, Todd couldn't keep his eyes from wandering to her breasts for just a moment.

"Would you like a better look?" Mary asked before reaching up and undoing a button on her blouse. The white satin opened, exposing a delicate white lace bra that showed off just a hint of the pale skin it covered. Todd stared - she'd practically invited him to do so - and he felt desire spread through his body. "I have lovely breasts, don't I, Todd?"

"Yes," he admitted.

"I'll bet you'd enjoy it if my breasts were bouncing in your face while I rode your cock in that chair, wouldn't you, Todd?" she asked.

"Wha...what?" he asked.

Mary smiled and loosened yet another button on her blouse. It opened further and her saw the taut, smooth skin of her stomach. "The rumors aren't entirely incorrect, Todd," she said softly. "I have fucked a few of my employees. I can't help myself. There are so many strapping young men in the warehouse, and I have needs, and I see no reason that I can't meet those needs by one of the young men that works for me."

She untucked her blouse and unbuttoned it entirely. Todd stared at her breasts - which looked spectacular in the white lace bra - and he couldn't help but think of them bouncing in his face, as it seemed like Mary was on the verge of seducing him.

"Can you blame me, Todd? A woman deserves to have her needs met just like a man does, doesn't she?" she asked.

"Yes," Todd said.

Mary lifted one of her feet and said, "Take my shoe off."

Todd reached down and slipped the shiny black pump off her foot. She gestured to the floor and he set the shoe down as her toes crept towards his crotch. Todd held his breath in anticipation of a burst of pleasure, but Mary's foot stopped just short of his cock, which was now semi-hard and tingling with excitement.

"Do you remember Albert?" Mary asked. "He worked here until a week ago."

Todd nodded. "I do."

"Albert had a big, beautiful cock," Mary said. "A cock that I enjoyed dozens of times over the past few months. A cock that he was always happy to offer me when I was in need of the kind of relief only he could provide. I'd call him up here, I'd sit on my desk, I'd spread my legs, and I'd tell him to fuck me until I came all over his big cock. Then, if he'd done a good job, I'd let him cum. Sometimes I'd let him cum inside me, sometimes I'd let him cum on my tits, and sometimes, when he'd been exceptionally good, I'd get on my knees and I'd let him cum in my mouth."

"He...he was very lucky," Todd replied.

"Yes, he was," Mary said with a smile. "I was lucky too, of course. I got to take advantage of Albert's exceptional size and skill, and his willingness to do as he was told by his boss. He gave me exactly what I needed, and when he was ready for a new job, I gave him the reference that would ensure he got the position he wanted. So tell me, Todd, are you ready to give me exactly what I need?"

Todd nodded vigorously. "Yes, I am. I'll...I'll give you what you need, I will. I'll fu...I'll fuck you just like Albert did."

Mary burst into laughter and a wave of humiliation washed over Todd, as she was clearly laughing at the notion that he could fuck her like Albert did. "You're adorable," she said after she'd recovered from her insulting sense of glee. "But you don't really think you can fuck me like Albert did, do you?"

"I...I don't know why I wouldn't be able to," Todd replied.

Mary moved her foot between his legs and pressed her toes against Todd's half-hard cock as a serious look came over her face. "Well, for starters, there's this pathetic little dick of yours. You don't even come close to measuring up to Albert, or just about any other man I've ever had, Todd. You're small enough that I'd barely be able to feel you in my pussy."

The pleasure her foot offered quickly resulted in an erection between Todd's legs, but he panicked and tried to stand up and leave. Mary was having none of that, though, as she pressed her foot down hard enough for Todd to wince at the exceptional pain.

"You leave when I give you permission to leave, Todd," she said. "And not a moment sooner."

"Sorry," he replied.

Mary smiled and lifted her foot from his flattened, aching cock and began to offer a gentle, arousing massage with her toes. "I like an employee that follows orders, Todd. Albert followed orders. So did most of the young men before him. They've all been so good at doing what they're told, and they've all been rewarded for that. Only a few had trouble doing as they were told, and they were suitably punished."

"Punished? How?" Todd asked.

Mary leaned forward and Todd glanced at her spectacular breasts for a moment as she said, "Disobey me and you'll find out how they were punished, Todd. I promise, though, you don't want that. You want to be rewarded for good behavior, for that's a far more pleasurable outcome. I assure you."

Pleasure and anxiety coursed through Todd in equal measure as he tried to assess his situation and devise a way out of it. Nothing presented itself, though. It seemed that Todd could choose reward or punishment. "If I can't...if I can't fuck you like Albert did, what can I do for you?" he asked.

Mary smiled as her foot massaged his cock a little harder, applying a pleasurable kind of pressure that made Todd moan. "I like variety, Todd," she explained. "Sometimes, I want a stiff young cock in my pussy. Sometimes I want to be fucked with the kind of youthful energy that only a man in his early twenties can provide. Albert offered me that. You can't offer me that. Your dick is too small for that, and I think we both know you don't possess the confidence to fuck a woman like me to the kind of orgasm I deserve. You can still give me pleasure, though."

"How?" Todd asked.

"By doing as you're told," Mary answered as she pulled her foot from between his legs and lifted her toes until they rested in front of Todd's face. "Take my big toe in your mouth, Todd. Suck on it. Swirl your tongue around it."

Todd stared at her toe - it too was painted a lovely shade of red - but he didn't take it in his mouth. Never in his life had he sucked on a woman's toes and it seemed like an immensely strange thing to do.

"I expect you to do as you're told without delay, Todd," Mary said with a stern look on her face. "If you can't manage to do that, you'll make it quite clear that you're the sort of employee that deserves to be punished, not rewarded. I won't necessarily mind punishing you - I do find some pleasure in ruining a man, after all - but I'd much rather reward you. You'll need to do as I desire, though. Which means you need to take my toe in your mouth and suck on it right now."

Todd had never met a woman like Mary or been in a situation like the one he found himself in. He believed she'd punish him, though. He believed she'd enjoy it, too, so he did as she desired. He leaned forward and he took her toe in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it. He sucked on it.

"Look at me, Todd," she insisted. "Look at me as you do what I desire."

Todd looked into her eyes and saw delight. Her lips curled into a smile as she pushed her toe deeper into his mouth, applying pressure until Todd was leaning all the way back in the chair.

"Open wider," she said. "Let's see if you can fit all my toes in your mouth."

Todd opened as wide as he could and barely managed to fit all five of her pretty toes in his mouth. Mary laughed and began to move them in and out. Todd drooled and gagged once or twice and he felt his body's desire to escape, but he remained in the chair. He let Mary do as she pleased with him, for he'd decided he wanted to keep his job.

Eventually, when she'd had her fill, Mary pulled her toes from his mouth and rubbed them on his face, spreading Todd's saliva over his skin while she laughed. "Take your cock out," she commanded.

Todd hesitated and an angry look crossed her face. It was enough to spur him into action, for Todd didn't want to find out what she might do when she was angry. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as Mary looked between his legs. She burst into laughter before lowering her toes to his crotch and teasing his cock.

"You're not even half Albert's size," she said. "How pathetic. I can't believe you actually thought I'd want this little dick inside me."

Todd tensed up, but only because he felt an intense kind of pleasure and he was worried about cumming. "Mary...I'm...I might cum," he announced.

His boss smiled, moved her toes so they were working the underside of his cock head, and worked him a little faster, deepening Todd's pleasure. "Are you going to keep doing as you're told? Are you going to be a good employee for me, Todd?"

"Yes," he answered. "I...I will be, Mary. I will be."

"Let's see if that's true," she replied with a devilish look on her face.

A moment later she took off her other shoe and offered Todd a full-on footjob with both feet stroking his cock. His loins tingled with intense pleasure as he directed his gaze to her breasts and watched them jiggle wondrously in her lace bra.

"Cum for me, Todd," she instructed. "Cum all over my pretty feet."

Todd had no choice in the matter. His orgasm was inevitable, and when it arrived his cum spilled out onto Mary's beautiful feet, leaving them well-coated with his glistening seed.

"Did you enjoy that, Todd?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered breathlessly.

"Let's see if you're truly willing to be a good employee," she said. Todd watched as Mary lifted one of her feet until it rested just a few inches from his lips. "Clean up the mess you made."

Todd stared at the streaks of cum on her foot as he felt an immediate sense of revulsion at the idea of cleaning her. He fought the urge to get up and leave, for Mary's threats remained at the forefront of his mind.

"Do as you're told, Todd," she said. "Remember, I'm in control and I will happily punish you if you prove to be a disobedient employee. I've done it before when a boy like you wouldn't behave. He thought he could go to management and complain about sexual harassment. He thought they'd listen to him, that they'd fire me. What he didn't understand is that he was a worthless hourly employee, that he meant nothing to the company. I mean something to my bosses, though. I make them money. I make this warehouse run flawlessly, Todd. I have value to them. You're nothing to them. They'll fight to keep me and they'll fight to destroy you if you decide that you can't do as you're told. Now clean your fucking cum from my feet."

Todd did as he was told. It was disgusting, but he did it. He licked his cum from her toes. He felt the thick, viscous liquid coat his mouth. He nearly gagged on the taste a handful of times, but he didn't stop. He licked up every drop of his cum. He licked it up like his boss wanted and then she offered her other foot and he cleaned that too.

He felt disgusting and humiliated when he was done, but Todd finished the task. Mary offered a smile and then buttoned her shirt up, tucked it in, and slipped her feet into her heels and stepped behind her desk once more.

"You can leave," she said. "I'll let you know when I require your services again."

Todd stood and headed for the door. "How often...how often do you think you'll require my services?" he asked.

"As often as I desire," Mary answered without pulling her gaze from her computer. "And you will come to me when I demand it and do as you're told, no matter how degrading, disgusting, or humiliating you find it. You're not in control, Todd. You've never really been in control, not here, not in my warehouse. Now, though, you're going to find out what it's like to live for someone else's pleasure, what it's like to be owned. Now leave my office."

Todd left her office as instructed, shut the door, and leaned against it. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to swallow the sense of angst that threatened to overwhelm him.

One thing was certain. Todd needed to find a new job and to do so as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure what Mary had in store for him, but he knew it was only going to get worse, and he wasn't sure he could handle that. He needed to get out, and to get out quickly.