Part 3 of https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/pxsOmKZ4pN !

It was Monday, and as I stepped into the office, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. A week had passed since Raj and I started our “work arrangement”. A deal I convinced myself was just a shortcut through all the red tape that slowed down my tasks. The arrangement was simple - Raj would handle my customers’ priority tickets, and in return, I’d… well, help him relieve his work stress with my soft mouth and tight lips. No big deal, right?

But today felt different. There was a nervous energy buzzing in the air that I just couldn’t shake, and I hadn’t even had my coffee yet. Before I could set my bag down, the office manager called out, “Kayla, Mr. Peterson wants to see you in his office right away.”

My heart skipped a beat. Mr. Peterson rarely called me to his office. When he needed something, he usually just swung by my desk with his casual, friendly vibe. This felt different. I pushed open the door to his office, feeling a tightness in my chest.

“You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yeah, Kayla. Please, take a seat.” His voice was calm, but I could sense something beneath the surface. My pulse quickened.

As I sat down, I braced myself. His words came bluntly, without any preamble: “It’s come to my attention that you’ve been giving some of the software developers sexual favors in return for them working on your tickets. There are rumors that you’re doing things like giving them hand jobs, blow jobs and even having sex with one of them. I need to know if there’s any truth to that.”

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening with the words I was about to say. “Yes, sir. It’s true.” The admission hit me like a punch to the gut, the kind that makes you want to double over, but I stayed perfectly still, staring down at my shoes, fighting the burn of tears at the edges of my eyes.

I braced myself for the fallout. In my mind, I was already begging, promising I’d do better, that I’d follow the rules from now on. But before I could even open my mouth to plead, Mr. Peterson’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.

“Well, keep up the good work! Tickets are getting resolved twice as fast now, and customers keep calling to compliment me on the quick turnarounds!”

I blinked, my head snapping up in disbelief. Was he serious?

“You’re… you’re not mad?” I stammered, still unsure if this was some kind of twisted joke.

He leaned back in his chair, chuckling as if my concern was laughable. “No, Kayla. Why would I be? We’re all adults here. It’s consensual, and everyone’s happy. Plus, the clients are thrilled. If anything, you’ve made things more efficient.”

I nodded slowly, forcing myself to smile. “Is there anything else, Mr. Peterson?” I asked.

Mr. Peterson waved his hand dismissively. “No, no, you’re good to go back to your office. All that sex talk and imagining you sucking cocks in the office got me a little hard, not gonna lie.” He chuckled, completely unbothered by the words that had just left his mouth. “But hopefully nothing my wife won’t be able to fix tonight, haha.”

“Oh my God, Mr. Peterson! I’m so sorry! I can’t leave you hard like that!” I exclaimed, thinking to myself that I should make sure Mr. Peterson was happy. An idea popped into my head.

“Mr. Peterson, let me take care of you! Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get your balls drained!” I said, quickly making my way toward his desk.

His eyes widened as I approached, and he threw up his hands in alarm. “Kayla! This is inappropriate. I’m your boss, twice your age, and I’m… happily married.”

I ignored him, knowing he wasn’t going to refuse a 20-something blonde bobbling on his cock. I knelt down between his legs, locked my eyes on his, unzipped his pants, and took him into my mouth. It only took a minute of my tongue working on the head of his cock to make him fully hard. I licked his shaft and sucked his balls, just like I had done with Raj. Then, he took my head in his hands and gently pushed my mouth down on his cock. I had no choice as he pushed his thick cock into my mouth. I coughed and sputtered as he pulled it out.

“Stand up,” he said. I did, and he grabbed my thong beneath my skirt, pulling it down my long legs. “Get on and ride me, Kayla.” I climbed onto his office chair, straddling him. My shirt was already opened, and my perky breasts were in his face as I lowered myself onto his hard shaft. I gritted my teeth as his big, round cock head parted my pussy lips and his thick cock eased into my wet, hot pussy. His mouth went to my breasts, kissing and sucking on my nipples. His hands gripped my slender waist, holding me, guiding me as I slowly rode him up and down.

“Fuck, you are a tight little thing” he grunted. “Raj was right. He said you have some pretty good pussy muscles too. Show me.”

“Yes, Mr. Peterson,” I grunted. I felt so full. I squeezed hard, making sure he felt my pussy clench around his cock.

“Oh, fuck, that’s nice, Kayla,” he said. I rode him for a few more minutes, and my pussy tingled with every thrust. His cock was throbbing, and his breathing grew heavier. He wasn't going to last much longer I thought to myself.

“On your knees, Kayla,” he shouted. I instinctively dropped to the floor and looked up at him, my mouth open and tongue out, knowing what’s about to come.

“I’m gonna paint your cute little face with my cum.”

And that Mr. Peterson did. The two biggest blasts hit my forehead and right between my eyes, but several more drops and spurts followed. Then he pressed his cock against my lips and I sucked out the remaining cum drops of his spent cock.

“Thank you, sir, for letting me drain your balls!” I said as I tried to clean myself. I got dressed, and left my manager’s office, knowing I’d probably be called back to his office a few more times this week.