Boss's Rant

I had a frustrating day and eventually a drunk night. On a Monday of course. I neglected some communication at work which caused some significant delays on a project my team was prioritizing. When I got home it was supposed to be quiet. I showered and planned to sit alone in a silk camisole, lace thong and stockings with garters, enjoying a glass of wine before heading to bed. As simple as that was it didn't work out. I got as far as the couch after getting everything on, with matching pink heels.

As soon as my tush touched the sofa Mike texted. He's a friend that liked to hang out. We had bonded over sports eventually. I played along for a while hoping to get a FWB but he wasn't into it. Meanwhile I had become hooked following a couple of his favorite teams and some boxing and MMA. He knew and accepted that I leaned heavily fem and was gay. He would call or text when he gets to my place but before getting to the door.

Tonight he brought over a bottle of vodka to watch the game. He texted from outside my house per usual. I quickly threw on a T-shirt and lightweight PJ bottoms to cover the lingerie and put the heels on a shelf out of the way. I let him in.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi."

"Nice paint." He said casually while walking past me, referring to my toes.

"Thanks. I just did them last night." I responded. I knew his comment was sarcasm but liked him thinking I took it as sincere.

He went into the kitchen. He made the drinks, which was the norm. A little out of the norm was the size of the vodka bottle. It was double what he would bring most times. It was for sure going to be a night.

The night was quickly a blur. Nothing happened besides watching TV and some talk about it. I vaguely remember telling him I was going to bed and he was welcome to come too which he never did, or crash wherever he wanted. Our previous agreement stood about not being DUI. I turned away from him and pulled off my shirt and pants, being as sexy as I could be. When I turned back he was already passed out laying across the couch. I sighed, disappointed. I gave him a long sensuous kiss on the lips that he wouldn't know about and spread a blanket over him. I've kissed him often in the past when he was in the same condition and told him about it. He's always laughed and called me goofy. So I always take advantage of when I can.

I finished the last of my drink and headed to bed.

The morning was tough. I woke up to my alarm eventually. There was a three-quarters full drink on the nightstand. I took a sip, realizing two things. I had gotten up to get another drink after getting in bed and it was a workday. I cursed at myself and went to the bathroom.

I managed to get cleaned up and ready enough for work. Deodorant and toothpaste did the majority of the work. I put my office clothes over the stockings and garter belt, walking out to find Mike passed out on the couch. He was not surprisingly snoring away. I kneeled and gave him another kiss but he remained asleep. Usually he wakes up but honestly it wasn't the first time I left him like this. He knew how to lock up so I moved on.

I knew I would need a little something to cope so I poured my leftover vodka mixed with whatever into a coffee tumbler with some ice and more vodka and headed out to work. It's going to be a tough day.

The morning went by slow af. I was partially productive at times. Suddenly my boss, the company president poked his head in my cube, asking me to come to his office. I panicked but followed taking the tumbler I had been nursing. I thought for sure he knew or someone narced but fuck it, too late.

I sat across his desk, legs crossed with a pad and pen for "notes" and my tumbler of alcoholic evidence on the edge of his pretentious desk. I could drink it all to hide it but I wasn't sure I could stand after. Fuck I was fucked and knew it.

He started talking through more of the project we had started. Information I knew already but I listened as well as possible. He started talking about unexpected costs from vendors, getting very frustrated, getting louder with every moment that passed. It escalated quickly to problems at home and eventually politics. He went on, almost oblivious that I was actually there. Venting.

I had to redirect his rant. It was too much. Surely the entire office had heard enough.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked. He wasn't, I was pretty sure but I thought it would grab his attention.

"Oh, no. I'm frustrated with it all." He said.

"To say the least. I can understand your frustration."

After a moment of silence without a response, I continued.

"Well,... You seem like you need some type of release. A massage or something to relieve your stress, you know." Geez, wtf is wrong with me. I guess I thought I was already fired but then should have recognized maybe not. I couldn't believe my own mouth.

"Ha, yeah, well I know you know, that didn't work out. She left last month. I'm sure the whole office knows. You are right though I do need something." he replied, sighing and maintaining eye contact with me.

Did he rub his cock too? Did I really see that. It has to have been a coincidence. He's cruising me here, in the office?

I took a long drink from my "coffee" tumbler. I walked around his desk and he turned his chair to meet me. There was a mix of confusion and hopefulness on his face. Had I misunderstood? I still didn't know. As I knelt I pushed his knees further apart. I felt no resistance from him. Now between his legs, I reached out to his belt, unbuckling it and pushing it out of the way. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. I saw his head lean back. He lifted himself right when I started pulling his pants and boxers down. I untied both of his dress shoes and pulled them off. His pants and boxers were next.

Naked from his waist to his socks, I leaned forward, sliding my hands up his hairy legs. I gently lifted his balls. I slowly leaned in letting him feel my breath on them. I held his cock in my hand while my tongue swirled around his balls. His salty skin immediately made me happy, anxiously looking forward to my prize at the end. I licked from his balls up to the head. I heard a quiet "Oh Fuck," when my lips covered the head. I slid down to the base, engulfing him completely. His cock was fucking perfect. It pushed well into my throat when my lips buried in his pubes. His untrimmed hair pushed into my face. This was going to be fun.

I pulled back just keeping the head in my mouth. I looked up. His eyes were closed and his head leaned back. I took his cock fully again and pulled back. And again to see his head still back and eyes closed. A few more times and he was looking at me. Our eyes locked and I took his cock in again. I pushed the tip of my tongue firmly to his cock and slid my mouth down him again. Our eyes remained locked as I repeated that movement several times.

I kept my rhythm going while caressing his balls. They were so big and the skin so soft. I couldn't stop. Feeling the smooth skin on his hard cock sliding over my tongue, I moved quicker. His cock pushed again and again down my throat. He started moving his hips in time with me. I knew he was close. I pushed a little harder with my tongue. I felt his head swell. His balls tightening, he pushed up with his hips. I pulled back a little, keeping his cock in my mouth but massaging it with my hand.

He came hard. Rope after rope shot into my mouth. It was a heavy load that must have been building up for a long while. I swallowed as he kept cumming. So much cum I had time to wonder how much longer it would go. I massaged him with my tongue while he finished. His balls finally relaxed after his cock finished its pulsations. I was careful to keep the head still in my mouth while continuing to massage lower with my tongue. I pulled back so my lips were just on the tip to collect the end of his cum gift to me. I milked his cock with my hand to get as much as I could. I let it slip from my mouth and swallowed the last bit of his warm cum. The taste remained in my mouth as I backed up a bit. As I stood I looked at his face. He looked satisfied, something I hadn't seen on him for a long time.

I heard a quiet "Thank you." I put my hand on his knee, leaning closer to him.

"You're welcome. Anytime you want it, I'm yours." I whispered. It was a bit over the top, probably but I was very hopeful he takes me up on it soon. I rubbed his thigh, smiling as I turned to leave.

I left his office. When I was walking out I felt the coolness of a drip move on my chin. I gently used my sleeve to dry it off since I would have to pass nearly everyone before reaching the bathroom. And I noticed there was at least one spot of cum on my shirt. An extra souvenir on my new lucky shirt.

I did get a few curious looks from coworkers as I walked back to my desk. Oh well, they wouldn't understand regardless of how well I could explain. Only another cocksucker could relate.