Porn World Chronicles: Pissy Boss

{Contains urophagia, dubious consent, power dynamic play, public sex}

For whatever reason, Emmett found himself the first person in the office for the day at nearly five in the morning. Well, someone had to be the one to get things done around there and one only had so many hours in a day. They would be asking for the budget report for his section today, he could tell that nobody would have read his e-mails and understood that it simply wasn't going to happen when there were a dozen people beneath him who also needed to finish prerequisite documentation before he could finalize a single thing.

So, while crossing from the entrance of his workspace to his desk, he wasn't exactly surprised by the appearance of another person at the doorway, knocking on the frame.

"If you're here about the budget, we should be able to finalize the documentation within the week," he said, turning, and stopped short with a shock that spilled hot coffee over his fingers. At five in the damn morning, before anyone else could be expected to show up, Margot Lawrence, the boss herself, was standing in his doorway.

"I see." The tall, stacked woman in her pressed pantsuit stared down her nose at the man. Her long, black hair seemed mussed as if she'd just woken up and she was combing a hand through it idly while she rested her shoulder on the door frame. "Come."

She left as if it was a given that he would obey, like he was on an invisible leash. He did, okay, but she was the boss after all. She led him to the elevator and pressed the button to have them taken to the executive floor.

For his own sake, Emmett did not directly look upon her aquiline features or stand too close. Naturally, he tucked himself into the corner of the small space and snuck a few peeks in the mirrored walls. He'd heard the stories, he'd told some of them within the reverberation of gossip that unstoppably happened no matter where one went; Miss Lawrence was titchy in public, but she could be an outright ball-buster in private. He wasn't all that worried, any of his direct supervisors would do for a recommendation at his next job and it was a plain fact that the current lateness had nothing to do with his performance, yet he did feel the anxiety that would come to anyone when a reaming was about to commence.

Had she come in so early specifically to cuss him out before anyone else arrived? That made no sense, even if he was known for being the first one in more oft than not, he'd told no-one that he would be today. There was a couch in the boss' office, she might have stayed the night for some reason, explaining her inability to work the knots out of her hair, but even then Emmett couldn't tell why if that was the case she would choose confrontation as her first order of business instead of grabbing as much admittedly uncomfortable sleep as she could before the operation demanded her full attention.

In fact, she seemed more irritable than usual... It might have been simply that she was tired and still blinking sleep out of her eyes.

"Looks like rain again today," Emmett said, stirring the bottom of the barrel to see if anything floated up.

Margot looked aside at him like a piece of sticky garbage. "Shut up."

So that was that. The remainder of the elevator ride passed with mind-numbing silence and Emmett had renewed heart palpitations as they crossed the floor into her office. She waved him in and shut the door behind them.

He started, "Look, I'm trying to get you those numbers, alright? I sent out an e-mail explaining the situation, did you get it? We'll still be more than in time to report for the fiscal year."

She yawned. "I don't give a shit. I'm thirsty, go sit in my chair and slide off your pants."

"I mean I-" Emmett had already begun doing as she said before his mental gear turned with no small amount of creaking and he stopped in the center of the carpet. Had she really said what he thought he'd heard? Surely not! inconceivable, that someone like her would proposition him, and here and now of all things! "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Can you say that again?"

She clicked her tongue and forcefully turned him in place to prod him in the chest with her finger. "Sit the fuck down and pull down your pants."

"I'm... not comfortable with that, ma'am." He stayed in place and considered the fact that nobody else would likely be there to help him if he needed to make a hasty escape. "Not that you're not attractive or anything," he added for mollification.

"What," she said, looking at him like he was slow, "does that have to do with anything? Just do it, you pussy." She put her hand on his chest and pushed him around her desk, down into her leather office chair, then unbuckled his belt and hooked her fingers into his waistband.

"Stop!" He grabbed her hands. "Seriously, I didn't know you felt this way about me, but shouldn't we at least start with a date to see if we're compatible?" His grip shook with the effort of keeping her from tearing his pants down; she knelt under her desk and threw her back into her tugging, taking the situation out of his grasp. He was at least able to keep on his boxers, tented as they were...

What!? He was only a man after all...

Margot looked up at him from the shadows underneath her own desk, sharp eyes narrowed with unconcealed disgust. "You're fucking hard!? Get soft, now!"

"The hell?" Confusion and terror paralyzed him in her chair while she pulled his hard cock through the flap of his underwear and slapped it. "Ma'am, fuck! What the hell do you want from me?"

She'd gripped his cock in her fist, standing would have been a horribly dangerous decision when it already hurt. "I'm going to drink your piss, so get soft already, you're wasting my time!"

"You want to..." The confusion was starting to override any other kind of thought. His brain came up with the lamest, most mechanical problem he could. "I... I can't pee while I'm hard..."

"Useless man." Margot grimaced and immediately began jerking her tight grip up and down his cock.

"Oww."

Her pace only increased without acknowledgement of his discomfort aside from the glint of revulsion in her glare. It didn't matter that he squirmed in the seat to try and relieve the pressure in her grip, he couldn't move too much anyway without feeling like she was going to rip it off. She just pumped it like a machine, disinterested in the process and dissatisfied that she even had to do it.

Underneath the desk, she put her whole body into the motion, her wonderful breasts bouncing as an unintended result of her posture and the intensity of her hand. Bound under her blazer and the slightly unbuttoned dress shirt beneath, her cleavage was displayed with the jiggling in a way that probably nobody else had ever seen, unless she'd done this many times before and it was only now that he was on the receiving end. Margot grunted with physical exertion, getting more and more obviously irritated by the moment that Emmett hadn't yet blown his load.

For his own sake, he wished he could do it too, if only because then this whole farce would be finished! He could already feel the bruises forming, and even then he was still only a man and the stimulation had brought on precum that coated Margot's hand, with of course another grimace, and her hand began slipping down from the base of his cock to the angry, red tip. It was fucking loud in the quiet office space, Emmett thought that anyone getting off the elevator would be able to hear the shlicking coming through Margot's open door, unconsciously left open.

"Ma'am, I'm not going to cum like this!" Emmett groaned.

With a huff, Margot pushed his knees open and stepped herself on her knees between them. "Stupid man, you can't even do that much right? Fuck it, I know what you want, pervert."

I'm the pervert!?

He wasn't able to put forward a defense before she tightly grabbed the base of his cock in a vice grip and rammed his dick into her mouth, tip dragging against the inside of her cheek and making her look like a squirrel with a nut.

She made a tight vacuum and began bobbing up and down on his crotch, pounding the back of her throat like a piston with a piercing glare. Emmett pushed the chair back to try and get some relief but she grabbed it and held it firmly under the desk so that she could continue her assault on his dignity and his throbbing cock. Butt for all of the effort she was putting into it, the intensity pushed Emmett far past pleasure into the strange fields behind.

"Ma'am, please, you're doing it too hard!" he strained himself saying while he squirmed in his seat.

With a pop of suction, Margot came off and clamped her hand onto the base of his cock as if there were any chance of him becoming soft if she weren't performing a tourniquet. "What is it now, aren't you a man? Just nut already, I don't have all morning you know. Honestly, I've never heard a whinier asshole getting a blowjob."

"Look, it's just a little too hard, I won't finish like that..." It was a little too late to argue with his position, they would finish no matter what and he didn't want to try running when his boss was in the position to pull on it like the tag on a mattress.

As if she was doing him a huge favor, she rolled her eyes and bent down, took his cock between her luscious lips once more.

Her tongue rolled around the tip of his cock right away, bringing him right to the edge that he'd been denied the whole time she'd been slamming him down her throat. But he didn't cum, he was getting tired of his treatment and if he was going to start his day like this, he was going to get the most out of the opportunity. With his obstinate refusal to come to orgasm, Margot slowly bobbed herself more and more deeply onto his dick, tongue wagging beneath it warm and ready to receive his semen while the lighter suction steadily milked him.

Despite her glare's peaked intensity, there were still little moans escaping from between her lips and his cock. Her cheeks were flushing and spit began dripping down her chin, dotting her plain, white shirt with droplets. Beneath the desk, her hips wiggled as if the instinct to be bred was working itself past her mental barriers by the taste of his skin and his precum that coated her tongue and had to be swallowed down. Her incredible breasts heaved with every stolen breath; she was so intent on sucking that she sometimes forgot to breathe. But still, she looked at him like something she'd scraped off her shoe for making her do something so degrading.

Then, over time, her hand wandered beneath her skirt. Margot's breath grew ragged, she ran the edge of her hand along the crease of her pantyhose with a look of disgust that she was now giving her underling a show, that somehow giving a blowjob had made her own self horny. The moans came more and more frequently, her gaze narrowed with the effort to keep on sucking; her tongue emerged past her lips, lapping up precum and swallowing it down unbidden with each pull back.

"Pervert..." she said, coming off his cock to catch her breath. She stroked him more gently too, loudly schlicking with her own saliva coating it from tip to base. "Fucking seriously, not done yet." An idea glinted in her glare and she tore down his boxers well before her could protest and nestled herself deeply inside his groin to run her tongue along the curve of one testicle even while she stroked his dick against her face.

There she stayed, his precum soaking into the hair framing her face and smearing against her cheek while she stroked and she sucked one and then the other testicle into her mouth to swirl around with her tongue. It was so incredible that Emmett didn't care he was getting stared at like he was getting his last meal. His legs twitched with the effort of keeping himself from cumming against the side of her face and beneath him, Margot was clearly also coming dangerously close to it herself. Soon enough the stimulation was going to be too much for the both of them, but Emmett wasn't thinking about what would come afterward.

He only had so much restraint.

There it was, he gasped and Margot plunged his cock between her lips again while his hips bucked and he pounded his load onto her waggling tongue.

She pulled up her wastebasket and drooled the load out rather than swallow it, all the while gagging from the taste.

Relieved that the nightmare was over, Emmett bent to grab his pants back up, but she put her head back in his lap with his softening penis and stopped him. "Are you some kind of imbecile?"

"I suppose so... What now?"

"What now?" she mocked him. "I told you I was fucking taking a drink, just do it!" Margot put his limp manhood back in her mouth and it became horribly obvious to him what she meant for him to do.

With soft cock resting on his boss' warm tongue, he let go of reason and just went with the flow. It was a crazy situation, there wasn't any use at this point of trying to figure it out while she was still snapping at him. There would be more than enough time later to ponder on his options after relieving himself down her throat. And yet...

"I can't..."

"The fuck do you mean you can't?" Margot mumbled around his meat.

"I already went earlier, so... yeah... I mean, I haven't drunk anything yet today."

Margot came up from beneath her desk grumbling. "Stay right the hell where you are, and don't you dare put on your pants." She stormed out of her office, leaving the door open for just anyone to come along and see him sitting half naked at her desk, then returned a minute later with a bottled water that she slammed on the desk in front of him. "Drink, now."

"Look, if you're so thirsty, why not just have that anyway? Seriously, what's going on with you? Is someone forcing you to do this?"

Margot rolled her eyes, unscrewed the cap of the water, and thrust it against his lips, but Emmett kept them closed. "Is this not good enough for you?" she asked, pulling back the bottle rather than pressing it harder to try and peel his lips open. "I don't care what you think is weird, I'm telling you to drink. I can't start my day without this."

"No."

With narrowed eyes and a lip twitching with disgust, Margot took up the bottle of water and for a moment it seemed that she was going to take his advice and slake her thirst normally. What a fool he was; she ballooned her cheeks with water, planted her knee between his legs on the office chair and hugged herself into his lap, then pressed her lips to his. He wasn't going to let her force her tongue in, to spit into his mouth, but she tipped his chin backward such that it was difficult to stop it from happening the way she wanted.

Her body was so incredibly soft, even through her stuffy business-wear her incredible breasts pressed against his chest as she reared up his body, plump lips parting his and a lithe, playful tongue intertwining with his own. She held herself against him with her arms encircling his, pinning them to his chest as if he wouldn't dare to disobey her to the point of throwing her off, dominating him with her softness, her weakness hiding below all the power she held over him. With her knee where it was, the way she moaned in the kiss held entirely new meaning; her groin was pressed against his naked thigh, skirt hiked up around her hips and silky panties damp with arousal rubbing against his skin.

It seemed there was no other option than to accept her, drinking from her mouth as mixed water and saliva was fed to him directly. A little rivulet of liquid ran from the corner of his lips, but he drank until there was nothing left in her puffed cheeks.

And then she brought up the bottle again, filled her mouth, and repeated the entire production over and over until the bottle was dry and empty. Emmett lay back in the reclining chair, delirious from minute after minute of straight kissing more intimate than he'd ever experienced.

Reality came swiftly, however, when he felt those same plump lips encircle his cock once more, that playful tongue prodding and licking to entice him. She'd taken her place beneath the desk once again and waited with a glare that could burn paper.

Fine, okay. He felt the pressure building inside him, old water being pressed out by new water, and he relived himself.

Margot gulped it down as fast as it came, splashing hot and fresh against the back of her throat. She closed her eyes as if to deepen her enjoyment of the beverage, becoming Emmett's personal urinal for the morning, her stomach filling with warm piss. There was a tremble running through her, ass shaking under the desk as though just this sensation, just this taste had brought her the rest of the way to an orgasm and she gulped it down all the more greedily for it. It went on like that until his bladder was empty and even a little sucking wouldn't draw out more delicious urine; Margot popped off his limp dick with a sigh as if she'd just finished throwing back a nice beer, licked the remainder of the taste off of the tip, and stood with a considerably softened expression.

"Right," she said. "About that budget report, I did get your message and we can in fact delay until such time as you've indicated it will be complete. Don't let me keep you."

"What?..." Emmett reeled from the sudden change in attitude, still half naked.

"Yes? You needed something?"

"I mean, we're not going to talk about that?"

Margot cocked her head in thought for a moment. "Ah, yes. Well, you know anybody would be cranky before their first drink of the day," she said as if that were remotely an acceptable explanation. Then, with a wholesome smile, she said, "Well, off you go, time is money and all that."

"Okay..." Emmett fixed himself up and she took his place in her own seat as though nothing had happened. She was already on her computer starting her work for the day.

But, before the step that would take him out of the office, he heard her say behind him, "By the way, check in with me every morning from now on."