Secretary Takes Revenge on Her Boss
So many men fantasize about experimenting sexually with each other, but deeply ingrained ideas about masculinity prevent them from doing it. The thought of going to a club or on a date just to try sex with another man is too intimidating. Here’s where I come in and happily force you to do it. I love watching men suck or have sex with each other and love to make them do it in front of me.
I think a forced-bi session is a great way to explore your bi-curiosity. I very gladly take beginners by the hand. I will be there to encourage you and give up close and personal tips on how to give a good blowjob.
Before our session you can clearly state your limits, and because it’s “forced,” you can allow yourself to let go and be guided by me. Many men find being given clear and concise instructions very exciting, particularly if they are inexperienced.
Over the years, I’ve “forced” many men to interact with others. Some sessions have been gently guided and sensual and some have been just plain mean, but I always tailor the sessions to my guests’ desires and needs. Some sessions have been planned out weeks in advance, and my guest was nervous with anticipation, almost like a teenager losing their virginity. And others have been more spontaneous, like when there are parallel bookings at the studio and a group of us ends up coming together.
One of my favorite sessions was a forced-bi role play session a couple of years ago. My guest was my asshole boss and I was his secretary.
I brought him his morning cup of coffee and he yelled at me for not preparing it to his taste, so I decided to turn the tables on him. “You have yelled at me for the last time!”. I exclaimed and when I pissed into his coffee cup, he was so stunned that I was able to quickly grab his wrists and tie them to his big important office chair.
“If you let me go right now, you can still keep your job.” He said. I laughed derisively. Keeping my job was the last thing on my mind at that moment. I had been fed up with his constant berating for a while now and frankly, this was the last straw. As I put a mouth spreader in his mouth and poured my golden nectar down his throat, I saw a look in his eyes that told me he was starting to understand that from this point forward things were going to work a bit differently around here.
“Hey,” I yelled down the hallway to my male colleague “you’ll never guess who I have tied up in here.” He poked his head around the corner from his cubicle. He knew exactly who I was talking about. The two of us had complained countless times about our asshole boss on our coffee breaks, and fantasized about what we would do if we ever had the chance to get revenge. The moment had finally come.
My coworker came into the room and laughed when he saw our boss tied up like that. How should we use him? I asked him. He smirked and walked slowly over to our boss, unzipping his fly as he did. “You won’t be yelling at me when you’re getting me off!” He said as he pushed himself inside.
I watched with amusement, and knelt down so that I was next to my boss’ head as he blew him. I gave him precise instructions on how he could improve his technique. After a while, we heard a ring at the door. We looked at each other. We hadn’t been expecting any visitors, but we’d have to pretend everything was business as usual to avoid raising suspicion. I went to answer it.
A very attractive man in a suit was standing there. He introduced himself as an interested investor and had an appointment with our boss.
“Um…he’s tied up at the moment, but maybe I can answer your questions in the meantime,” I said, hoping that the moans coming from the office were not too loud.
He raised an eyebrow and stepped inside. We spoke briefly and as I told him about the company’s daily operations and leadership. As we talked, I sensed that he wasn’t particularly fond of our boss either, who was rather disrespectful in negotiations with potential investors.
“Well,” I said, “there have been a few changes in the structure of this organization since your last meeting with him. Maybe you’d like to join me in his office and see some of what we’ve implemented.”
He followed me in and took a look around. “Ah,” he said, “I like what I see. I do like to get up close and personal with the staff of the businesses I invest in.”
He joined my coworker in being serviced by my boss. Each took a turn and compared his performance. Then they decided to bend him over and use him from both ends. After about twenty minutes, the doorbell rang again.
“What now?” we wondered. Another investor?
I went to the door. It was a pizza delivery man. He was pretty hot, a bit sweaty from riding his bike around all day and I could see that under his t-shirt, he was all muscle.
“Do you want to make a really big tip?”
He shrugged. “Sure. What do you have in mind?”
I led him inside. Once he saw how my boss was being spitroasted, He was immediately on board.
When the janitor walked by a while later on his evening rounds, I suddenly realized how late it was. We had spent the greater part of the afternoon absorbed in all of this. On impulse, I invited him to join us too. “I wouldn’t mind racking up a few hours of overtime”, he said, putting down his mop.
The taste of revenge was sweet and we were going to enjoy it for as long as we could.