Part three of my experiences with my boss (check my profile for the others)
I had another late shift with him (scanning and labelling the produce orders), and I didn’t see him for most of my shift. I was horny for a while now and I had a half hour break left so I decided to try looking on sniffies.
I’m sitting in the small cramped produce office, looking at the sniffies map (full of profiles with big dick icons) when the door opens and the boss is right there. His eyes land on mine with a smile and go down to my phone, where I’m in a conversation with a guy who just sent a pic of his cock.
“How much time left in your break?” He asked, eyes on mine. He held his clipboard over his groin.
“Ten minutes.”
“I’ll see you in the cooler then.”
He left, and I put the pieces together quick. I already showed him how to do the labelling, so unless he wanted to know how I unloaded the orders, there was only one thing for him to ask for.
I finished up my break and got in the cooler, where he was waiting patiently. He wanted to see how I unloaded the orders, so I showed him. It was hard work, and we often got in each other’s way. At one point, as I nudged past, he put his hand on my ass as if to push me along. He got up on a ladder to grab a box when I saw it. Dead set in front of me, the tent in his jeans had grown.
“Whose picture was that?” He asked abruptly.
“What?”
“The guys dick. Whose was it? Your boyfriend’s?” He asked, stepping down to my level.
“Just some stranger.”
He nodded. “Your shift is almost over, and the work is all done. What should we do now?”
I caught onto his thought process. “Something to get out some of my energy?” I suggested vaguely. He nodded and walked out of the cooler. I hesitated before following, and he led me back to the produce office.
“You should text that guy back,” he said, and it felt like a command. I sat down and nodded wordlessly, opening sniffies. The guy was still active and messaged immediately.
“What did he say?”
I read the message and replied to my boss.
“He said he wants a taste of my ass.”
My boss nodded. “You should give him a taste then.”
He was really close, the tent in his pants less than a foot away. I looked up at him, and he must’ve loved eye contact because he stepped closer until his hard on was right in my face. I could smell the sweat of it.
“Tell him to fuck you.”
It was blatant and sexy how flat his voice could go.
“I’m still a virgin,” I replied.
“Not for long, I bet.” He steered my face into his crotch, and I could feel the dick against my skin, barely restrained by the fabric. I opened my mouth and abstractly felt along its length.
“Shifts over. Go home.”
I frowned when he stepped back and walked out of the office. I called after him but he never replied. And now I was hard as a rock, in the office, alone.