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• My Boss Forced Me to Blow Him

  January 12, 2026

  Back of The Limo Blowjob For My Boss

  Forced to get on my knees or I would lose my job.

  The leather seat was cool against my thighs as the limo glided through the neon-lit streets. My boss, Mr. Kessler, sat beside me, his expensive cologne thick in the air. “You did great tonight, Ella,” he murmured, fingers trailing over my knee. My breath hitched. “Thank you, sir.” His touch moved higher, slow, deliberate. “But we could go further. Make this trip… memorable.” I shifted away. “That’s not appropriate.”

  His gaze darkened. He leaned closer, voice a velvet threat. “Is that how you speak to the man who signs your paychecks?” My pulse spiked. “I—” “Or do I need to reconsider your position?” His hand slid behind my neck, forcing my gaze up. “Be smart, Ella.”

  The weight of his words settled deep. A soft whimper escaped as his thumb dragged across my bottom lip. “Good girl.” The zipper of his slacks was loud in the quiet car. The heat between my thighs was shameful—unwanted, but undeniable.

  I sank to my knees. His groan when I took him in my mouth was all power, all control. My tongue swirled, my fate sealed with every flick, every breathy command.

  By the time the limo stopped, he smoothed my hair back, smiling like he’d won. “See? That wasn’t so bad.” I wiped my lips, trembling. No. But the ride home had just begun.

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• Playful Tease with the Sub from The Office

  January 8, 2026

  Playful Tease with the Sub from The Office

  Office Hours: Quiet JOI From My Desk

  I slide my chair in and shut the drawer with two fingers, quiet as a secret. “Don’t talk,” I say, smiling at the spreadsheet like it’s a person. “Just breathe for me and listen.” Keyboard clack, calendar ping, my heel hooked on the chair ring. “Okay,” I murmur, “set your phone down, one hand on your thigh. When I tap my pen, you start. When I stop, you freeze.” I tap once on the notepad—soft little click—and imagine the way your shoulders drop when you finally touch.

  I slide my chair in and shut the drawer with two fingers, quiet as a secret. “Don’t talk,” I say, smiling at the spreadsheet like it’s a person. “Just breathe for me and listen.” Keyboard clack, calendar ping, my heel hooked on the chair ring. “Okay,” I murmur, “set your phone down, one hand on your thigh. When I tap my pen, you start. When I stop, you freeze.” I tap once on the notepad—soft little click—and imagine the way your shoulders drop when you finally touch.

  I open a new tab and drag the window just to hear the faint scrape. “Imagine me under the desk,” I tease, “one knee on the carpet, testing your focus.” I let a little breath catch. “Don’t speed up. I’ll know.” Another calendar ping. I smile into the mic. “Meeting.” The word hangs while I uncross my legs and slide my palm down the front of my skirt like it’s an accident. “Hands off,” I whisper. “Eyes up. Think about my mouth saying your name.”

  Silence stretches, tight and sweet. “Coffee.” Five more. My pen taps again, a quicker rhythm. “Match me. Two… three… hold.” I look around the office, then lower my voice. “If you’re good for one more minute, I’ll let you finish when the printer starts.” I stand and walk to the machine, hips calm, heartbeat not. The tray whirs to life. “Ready?” I breathe. “When you hear the first page drop, you go. Keep your face neat for me. Breathe like nothing is happening. That’s it.”

  Paper lands. You break perfectly. I lean on the cabinet and smile at my reflection in the glass. “Call me back at five,” I say, gathering the pages. “We’ll debrief… and you’ll do exactly what I say after hours.”

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