HR Complaint. [F25/M30s] [Sex] [Blowjob] [Office]

My workplace had always been conservative… religiously conservative. I couldn’t believe some of their policies, especially given the way things are today.

When I was hired, HR briefed me on ‘acceptable behaviour,’ explaining there would be no swearing, that we were a “Christian values organization,” and that there were expectations like a strict no-work policy on Sundays (even when we were travelling). Our staff events and holidays would be very reserved and dry.

I don’t even think she introduced herself until near the end of the orientation. Her name was Jenna, and she certainly meant business.

I could tell Jenna shared these views, evidenced by the gold cross around her neck and the seriousness in her voice. She was young, probably in her mid-to-late twenties, and wore a wedding band on her ring finger. She was petite, probably around 5’3”, though her heels added another 4 inches to her height. She was very thin, but the stylish, professional blouse and skirt she wore left no doubt—she meant business.

None of this bothered me. I didn’t care what anyone else believed, as long as my paycheck cleared every two weeks. I could keep my head down and my sales up, no problem.

For the first few months, everything went great—sales came naturally to me, and I wasn’t afraid to put in extra effort. I made it past their probation and kept out of trouble. Everyone seemed to get along with me well, except for Jenna.

When I heard those heels click on the office tile, I made sure to stay on task. When expenses came in, I made sure all my t’s were crossed and i’s dotted—but that didn’t seem to matter. Every time those footsteps rang out down the hall, I knew Jenna was coming to me with an issue.

Each critique became more and more frustrating. At first, it was over my email signature. Apparently, ‘Regards’ wasn’t appropriate, and I had to change it to something more welcoming. Then, it was the smallest errors on an expense report. This went on, as if she were testing me.

I did my best to ignore it. Jenna’s reign was tolerated because she managed to keep the factory and office staff running smoothly. She was equally feared and respected.

Everything changed one coffee break. We were talking about pets, and I made the mistake of mentioning my Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever, Murray.

Most people just nod when I mention my ‘Duck Toller’; they don’t know what the breed is, since it’s not too common. Maybe I’ll be asked to share a picture of Murray, but then we move on.

It turns out, Jenna is a huge dog person and finds that breed as beautiful as they come. She couldn’t get over the fact that I had one, and even mustered some small talk about them.

When we returned to our offices, she followed me. She seemed bubbly, excited even. She asked to see more pictures of my dog.

Sheepishly, I showed her my phone, flipping through a few snapshots of Murray. She snatched my phone with excitement and swiped through each picture with glee. As a single guy, I didn’t have much else other than my dog and my truck—or so I thought…

Suddenly, she planted my phone on my desk, face down in front of me. Jenna’s milky skin went bright red, and she left without saying a word. When I flipped my phone over my heart sank- this time, Jenna was likely marching to her office to fire me.

I didn’t realize that I still had some naughty pictures in my camera roll from when I was with my ex. The image displaying clear as day was a picture of my hand wrapped around my stiff cock, just as I had gotten out of the shower.

How stupid was I?! This job was going great, and now it was going to come to an end because I forgot I had a nude on my personal phone. I spent the rest of the day waiting for the email, or the call to her office. I preemptively gathered my belongings into my truck at lunch so I could at least leave the office without the cardboard box of shame when she came back.

That half hour from 4:30 to 5:00 felt like an eternity. When she didn’t can me instantly, I figured it would be by the end of the day. But that never happened.

The next day I felt like I was in auto-pilot. I came into the office, logged on, and carried on the best I could given the circumstances. Then I heard the click-clack of Jenna’s heels. I hung my head, already certain of the verdict.

“I noticed that you were a few minutes tardy this morning. Don’t let it happen again.” Jenna said bluntly, ducking her head into my door and then continuing on her path.

Shortly afterwards, I received an email from her. “We need to review your employee file. Please come to my office at your convenience. Jenna’.

Jenna’s office was the lone one on the second floor, next the the filing and server rooms. I made my way there quickly. When I approached, her door was closed, I knocked gently and tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then the adjacent door to the file room came open.

“That didn’t take long. I’m glad to see that you’re taking this seriously.” Jenna stated, eyeing me top to bottom. She was wearing a black skirt, dark pantyhose, and a light green dress shirt. Her blonde, wavy hair was done up in a messy bun, her reading glasses resting on the edge of her nose. She swayed the door open for me to join her. “We keep the records in here, please.”

As soon as I entered the cramped room, she closed the door behind me and turned the lock on the handle.

“So.. listen…” I stuttered, hoping to explain myself.

“Don’t talk,” Jenna commanded. “You’re here to listen.”

I nodded quietly.

“You can leave here at any moment. I am not forcing you to do this.” Jenna stepped forward. “I have a reputation to uphold, but I also have needs.”

My heart started pounding in my chest. Jenna stared down at my belt.

“You’re not like the other men here. I can trust that this can stay between us?”

I nodded again.

She reached toward my belt, careful to only touch the clasp. “I have been married for four years and I have had sex six times. I have never felt another man’s touch. I have needs,” She reiterated her desire as squatted to reach my waist’s level.

She looked up to me, as if she hoped I would protest, and then unzipped my fly. My head was spinning, my emotions going wild. Her dainty hand threaded through my boxerbriefs, and met my growing shaft. She kept eye contact, her cold hands softly surveying my skin. She knew what was waiting behind the fabric, but she was savouring the touch, the reveal.

I moaned as quietly as I could. She gave me a playful squeeze, then looked up with a finger pressed to her lips, silencing me.

She licked her lips as she pulled my cock through the slip in my underwear. She then took a deep breath, then descended onto it.

Her mouth felt divine. Her warm tongue and plush lips slid along my stiffening shaft. I wasn’t fully erect, but that was changing quickly with each motion from her. Her hand gripped tightly, twisting down to my pelvis, working along with her mouth.

I reached for her cheek, I wanted to gently run my fingers through her hair as she tended to me. My hand was met with a swift swat, then she lips popped off my head.

“This…” she said squeezing my cock tighter, “THIS is what I need from you,”. Her hand moved down my veiny shaft, revealing my head. She quickly threw her lips on my knob, her tongue flicking my slit. Then she forced me down her throat until she sputtered and gagged.

I felt a wave of guilt go through my body. I felt bad for Jenna, who was beautiful and neglected, but at the same time, I was helping her break a vow.

My internal struggle only lasted a few of her wet, sloppy strokes. The sounds of her wet lips slipping up and down, her slurps as she tried to keep the saliva in her mouth were the only sounds in the secluded room. She pulled away from me, carefully wiping the saliva from her lips.

“You’re bigger than what I anticipated.” Another deep breath was the closest thing to admiration she was going to offer. This felt transactional, and cold, but somehow added to the thrill. She slowly stroked me again, staring at the way my skin moved past my crest. My knob glistened from her saliva, a dab of precum shone on my tip.

She stood up, then took off her glasses. “I think you’re ready now.” She turned around, slipping out of her heels and bent over a short filing cabinet. She drew her pantie hose down and lifted her skirt up. I could see the bottom of her fit, white ass cheeks. I went to lift the skirt just a bit more, hoping to reveal her tight ass, but was met with another swat.

“You don’t need to see it to fuck it.” She said sternly.

Her words drove me wild. I stuffed my throbbing cock between her legs, thrilled to find that she was wearing no panties. My dick needed no guidance, her warm flesh was soaked with desire, my tip slick from her mouth.

I couldn’t believe how tight she was as I penetrated her folds. I tried not to gasp as I slipped deeper inside.

Jenna stifled a moan, then bit her forearm to keep quiet. She pushed back onto me, ensuring to take every inch. As she rocked back and forth, I stared at her body, little bits of skin flashing from beneath her skirt.

I was trying to be respectful, to let her dictate the motions. I had already been disciplined for trying to be passionate and for trying to admire her body.

I softly thrust as she pushed back, feeling her lips cling to my thick shaft as they parted. We both controlled our breathing, trying not to draw attention to ourselves.

Jenna was quickly tired of caution and overcome with desire, and flipped her whole skirt up over her back. She wanted to be fucked, hard and fast, and this was her signal.

Her ass looked incredible. The fair, bubbly cheeks were firm and round. I squeezed them tightly, prying them open ever so slightly to get a better look at my cock slipping into her below.

Jenna took my hands from her bottom and stationed them at her hips. “Just make sure you pull out.” She said with heavy breaths. That was going to be tough- her warm, wet pussy was beyond inviting. I was obsessed with how it felt, how it barely sheathed me. I could feel every flex from her body, every interior muscle with every thrust I gave her.

I slammed as deep as I could, gripping her hips for dear life. The cabinet shifted and squeeked, but I pressed on. I fucked her with as much force as I could muster.

Her scent was incredible. The more fervour I used the more I could catch the citrusy aroma. I was becoming drunk on passion, I squeezed her small hips as I felt my orgasm building. I didn’t want to stop, I didn’t want this to be over. With every movement I felt like I was going to burst…

“Fuck!’ I whispered in defeat. I had to abandon her gorgeous body, and I pulled away just in time. I stepped back as I felt the throb in my groin.

Jenna spun around recklessly, then crouched to the floor. Just as her hand met my cock, the first rope of cum shot out of me and hit her thumb and cheek. She was unfazed, throwing her mouth over my bubbling tip.

I was stunned. It felt electric, to the sight of her prudish lips wrapped around my throbbing dick was more than I could handle. I gasped as my body quaked and shook. While I was shivering with pleasure, she maintained her focus.

She sucked and squeezed, carefully wiping the thick, stray cum from her cheek and back onto my shaft.

Her suction on my head became more intense, ensuring every drop was out of me. Her hand tugged along my shaft, draining anything left into her mouth.

Jenna stood up, wiped her lip, pulled her pantyhose back up, and slipped her heels and glasses back on. She tried to hide her satisfaction. The smallest smile curled at the edge of her lips.

“Thank you,” I said admirably. I was choking on my words.

“I already told you, you weren’t here to talk.” She said professionally, now put back together. She straightened her blouse, then licked her lips once more. “Besides, that wasn’t for you. It was for me. I did not want you making a mess in my file room.

I nodded, looking down at my cock, still threaded through my boxers. I rearranged and zipped myself up.

“I anticipate I may need your assistance again. Thankfully, I know where to find you.”