SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

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Part 3…

The two weeks since Griffin had last seen Victoria felt like a whirlwind. Following Victoria’s job offer, he promptly marched into his boss’ office at 8:30 the next morning. He felt no need to delay the inevitable, so as soon as the door gently latched behind him, he began the speech he had practiced over the last few days.

“I wanted to let you know I am taking another position out-of-state. Thank you for the opportunity here. I will gladly work out my two weeks, if you like.”

His boss looked up, his eyes squinting in puzzlement. Griffin realized this was the longest he had held eye contact with him. With an opportunity in tow, he felt particularly bold.

After seconds of staring, he received a one-word reply: “Really?”

Griffin gave a brief affirmation.

“Look, if this is about money, we can talk about it.”

“It’s…not entirely about money.”

“Status? You know, if you keep working the way you have been, there’s a decent chance of a promotion within the next year or two.”

Griffin was mildly surprised he was getting any pushback, but he wanted to make this as simple as possible. “Well, with the new job, there won’t be a possibility in a year or two. I’m walking into a bigger role, and I’ve already accepted the offer.”

“Bigger role? Griffin, I’m not so sure that suits you right now. I’ve done this a long time, and you seem to be more comfortable taking orders rather than giving them.”

This was, of course, a soft spot for Griffin. His soon-to-be former boss was not wrong — to this point in his life, he had lived in a very structured environment: from grade school to his first job as an attorney, he had spent the last twenty-odd years following someone else’s direction. Every step of his path was very clear and dictated by someone else. However, he hoped that this new position would help him ease into a decision-making role. Victoria had made it clear in one of her deadpan text messages: while he was working, Griffin was expected to take the reins and get things done, pending a few directions from her. Once he had clocked out–whether he was in the office or not–she was in complete control of him.

Griffin quickly decided there was no point in arguing with someone he would likely never see again. “I’m actually going to gather my things now. I appreciate the opportunity.” He did an about-face and returned to his office, where he began packing up the few things he had managed to set up in the last two years. The photos of him and his ex were taken off the wall three months ago, once it became clear that it was really, truly over. This left him with his diploma, a framed map of his hometown, and a painting he had bought because a brunette smiled at him at an art gallery exhibit. With these items in tow, he shut the office door one last time and began a new chapter.

***

Later that evening, Griffin received a text from an unknown number. Victoria’s assistant, Lucy, must have received the news that he had officially left his firm. She reached out to let him know that she would be taking care of everything: she had found a new apartment, hired movers, and begun the process of transferring his bar license — he was immediately impressed by her thoroughness.

After he exchanged a few texts, he locked his phone and tossed it over to the couch he would be leaving behind. Was he really ready to start over? This self-doubt had lingered over him, never fully leaving but rarely voicing its opinion. Any doubts he had were suppressed by memories of the way Victoria’s touch rumbled something inside of him.

Her voice felt as if it were pouring ice water over his overheating mind. In just two encounters, she had flipped his psyche upside down. She had taken a looming insecurity, placed it on the table for evaluation, and told him in plain terms: his suspicions were correct. But the way she made him feel afterward was what made it special. To have a woman who would take complete control was his innermost desire. The fact that this dream was fulfilled in a perfect package made Griffin question his previous hesitancy to believe in things like fate.

***

It felt like forever, but the day had finally come: November 3rd, the day of his faux-interview. He enjoyed three weeks of unemployment, exploring his new city, relaxing, but mostly thinking about Victoria. He had not seen her since he left her hotel room back home three weeks ago. Before he even asked, Victoria told him: she would not see him until his first day on the job. If she intended to use this as a motivational tool, it was brilliant. Griffin was chomping at the bit to impress her.

He opened the heavy door, all steel and thick glass, to find a well-decorated lobby. The oil painting and the burgundy furniture seemed to be there to support the only sign of life in the lobby: the crown of a light-red bob. As Griffin stepped towards the desk, her head popped up, revealing she was roughly his age — perhaps even a bit younger.

“You must be Lucy,” Griffin pointed awkwardly.

“Yes, Griffin. It’s nice to meet you.” She rose from the fortress of her desk, barely getting any taller as he left her chair. She extended a pale hand towards Griffin. As they shook hands, Griffin could not help but notice the way her black sweater clung to her.

“Thank you so much for all the work you’ve done; it’s been amazing. This whole experience was so easy.”

“I was glad to help you. We have been so busy; it will be nice to have someone who can help Victoria out.” While it was clear that Victoria was a fantastic attorney, it was not exactly clear what it would be like to work for her. But Lucy was absolutely beaming, even at the end of the workday. This gave Griffin some reaffirmation that he had made the right choice.

“Well, I think she is ready for you back there; your big ‘final portion’ of your interview.” Her pale pink acrylic nails flashed as she gave air quotes. “She did the same thing with me last year. But you have to understand: she would not be where she is if she did not expect the best from us.” Her voice dropped a bit as she gave the vague warning. Griffin sensed that Lucy felt the need to defend her boss out of loyalty. He wondered, briefly, if Lucy knew about the arrangement.

“But anyways, come on back with me,” she stepped out from behind the desk. She was shorter than Victoria and more lighthearted, but she had the same professional efficiency. Griffin wondered how much Victoria had molded her. A brief knock on the door, and before Lucy could even announce herself, Griffin heard the voice.

“Thank you, Lucy. Griffin, come on in.”

Lucy gave a parting smile, and Griffin walked into a predictably immaculate corner office. Drawn blinds covered the massive windows, but the waning evening sun still poked in through the slats.

He stood just inside the office, hands folded in front of him, waiting for Victoria to stop clacking her keyboard and acknowledge him. As she rolled back in her chair, she took off a pair of sleek black glasses and looked up at Griffin.

“So, how have you been since the big move?” It was so out of character for Victoria to make this kind of small talk.

“Good, I’m getting settled in. I was just telling Lucy, you know, how great it was to have someone-” the front door of the suite clicked shut, announcing Lucy’s departure and, more importantly, announcing that the two of them were completely alone. “Someone so helpful.”

Victoria smiled. “Yes, yes, Lucy is great. I know you are an attorney and she isn’t, but please remember that without her this office doesn’t run. You do understand that, right?”

To hear leading questions from that sultry voice drove Griffin mad. Since he last saw her, he wished he had a video, a voice recording, something he could play over and over again.

“Yes, of course. I can already tell how valuable she is.” Victoria got up from her chair to grab a bottle of water from a small fridge in the corner of her office. The burgundy dress she wore seemed tailor-made, accentuating her figure without being obscenely tight.

“So many young attorneys–especially young men–come to the profession with a bad attitude.” Griffin watched her throat swallow as she gulped down the water from the bottle. Something about her made him absolutely shameless. “They think they have to prove how big and important they are—constantly trying to remind everyone of how special they are. They get so distracted by this dick measuring contest that they forget about the actual work. I don’t have to worry about that with you, do I?” She darted a raised eyebrow directly towards Griffin.

“No ma’am.”

She grabbed the lone piece of paper from her desk. Griffin recognized his resume through the backside of the paper. The one page suddenly felt small compared to what he needed to bring to this office.

“You do have impressive credentials. Great law school. Two years at a respectable firm. What is the most important thing you have learned since passing the bar?” Griffin paused as he tried to gauge Victoria’s expression. He was assured that the interview was a formality, but he didn’t dare blow off an answer.

“Honestly, the way–”

“Griffin,” Victoria interrupted. “I was joking. I already told you, the job is yours.”

“I wasn’t sure.”

She paused as she glanced down at a pen lying across her desk. “How can you be that insecure? Wait–I think I know why.”

Griffin’s breath began to shorten. It was clear that she had something planned. The windows were the only thing that might have saved him from being humiliated, but with the blinds drawn and the office empty, he knew he was going to get what he so desperately wanted.

Victoria picked up her glasses from the desk and slipped them on. Pretending to read from the monitor in front of her, she asked, “Despite these qualifications, you are very much inadequate in one area. In fact, I discovered during our previous encounters that of all the men who have previously filled your position, your dick is the smallest. How do you plan on overcoming that?”

Griffin involuntarily fidgeted in the leather chair. The vent was blowing cool air directly at him. “If given the opportunity, I can prove my worth.”

 

 

Victoria raised her eyebrows. “A lot of confidence for such a little man. Why don’t you get down on the floor? Hands and knees.”

Without hesitation, Griffin lowered himself from the chair to the floor. His tie dragged the ground as he awaited instruction from his superior. After a few seconds, Victoria tore her gaze away from the laptop screen and met Griffin’s expectant gaze.

“Come over here to my side of the desk. If you can’t fuck me like a man, maybe you can use your tongue.” She raised the hem of the burgundy dress and invited Griffin to dive into her bush.

Griffin’s mouth began to water. His specialty, the only way he felt that he could please a woman. Every chance he got, he always offered to go down. He seemed to be a natural, licking, sucking, rubbing until the woman had to have him, all of him. In the back of his head, he always felt like their arousal slowly escaped as soon as his head was out of their lap.

“Let’s go, don’t be afraid. Under the desk. If you’re good enough, maybe I can forget about that shrimp between your legs.”

Once Griffin crawled underneath the desk, Victoria rolled her chair back in, trapping him. He placed his hands on Victoria’s exposed thighs and leaned forward into her lap. He offered her two gentle kisses on the lips before opening his mouth. He began to suck, slowly, as if he wanted to savor every second of being allowed to touch her.

Victoria felt an immediate relief begin. She could tell, almost immediately, that Griffin knew what he was doing. It was a skill born of necessity. It felt only right to use his skills against him.

“You must have had a lot of practice doing this,” Victoria sighed. “I can picture it now: you finally come up for air, face dripping, your girlfriend is so ready for you. She wants to be fucked so badly–but you just can’t give her what she needs. Does that sound right?”

“Mhmm,” Griffin moaned.

“And none of these women your age have what it takes to tell you why you could never satisfy them. So you keep wondering, and the cycle repeats itself. That’s why you needed a woman like me.”

Griffin nodded his head as he sucked on her clit. He could feel her muscles loosening, melting into the chair. Griffin changed his tactics, but he never stopped. Every second, he was sucking; caressing, from bottom to top, her lips; frantically, side to side, as fast as he could, brushing the end of his thick tongue across her swollen clit. Victoria’s dark and curly pubic hair was drenched with a mixture of his spit and her own wetness.

“Keep going. Do. Not. Stop,” she growled through clenched teeth. He could feel her getting close. Her thighs clenched his skull, flattening his ears to the side of his head. He continued his repetitive motion, panting through his nostrils, determined to keep sucking until he felt a gush in his mouth. Her groans rose to a crescendo, and finally, with a massive exhale, she began to release into his mouth, onto the seat below. Griffin kept going, determined to get every last drop. To give his fantasy woman an orgasm–even if he was on the floor worshipping her–was all he had wanted to do since he first saw her.

For the first time since she told him to get on the floor, Victoria finally looked Griffin in the eyes. She had left his stubble shining; he looked so grateful to be used by her.

“You got the job. I have wanted my own little pussy for so long. Someone who only wants to please me, to be completely owned by me. It wouldn’t work with other men, but you are the perfect candidate. Get back to your seat.”

Griffin crawled yet again, climbing to the leather seat. He would not wipe off his chin until he was instructed to do so. Secretly, he hoped she forgot about it altogether. He could spend the rest of the evening, his face dewy from the pleasure he gave her.

Victoria closed her laptop and walked slowly to the side of her desk. Her chest was red, freckles on full display. She leaned down towards him, recognizing her own scent emanating from his lips. She opened her palm and squeezed his crotch. His dick was stiff, jutting sideways towards his pocket but not quite reaching it. Despite how clearly aroused he was, he struggled to span from one end of her palm to the other.

She let out a sympathetic groan. “I think it’s better if you keep that tucked away for tonight.” Other than two computer monitors, one pen, and Griffin’s resume, her desk was clear, allowing her to rest herself on the maple desk. Griffin’s eyes were in their typical state of worship, but there was an undercurrent of pride across his face. Regardless of what he touted between his legs, he had made her climax. He was having a difficult time hiding his excitement. Victoria knew she had to remind him of his place.

She lay back on her elbows, giving him a full view of her dress. Griffin remained still, waiting for the command to come closer to her and take her pussy into his mouth once again.

She lifted her right foot towards him. “Hold on to my leg.”

With his left hand, he supported her ankle. He was throbbing with anticipation. Griffin was sure that she would soon ask him to take the other leg into his other hand, to scoot up, and finally feel the warm enclosure he had left soaking wet. Surely this is what he deserved after doing so well beneath the desk.

His mouth continued to hang open, laser-focused on her commands. Like a sprinter in his blocks, he was so ready for her to give the order: “Come up here and fuck me, Griffin.”

His fantasizing was interrupted by the slow extension of Victoria’s leg. She slowly straightened out her leg, the sole of her block heel moving closer and closer to his face.

“Kiss it,” Victoria commanded, barely audible over his pounding pulse.

“Your foot?” he asked innocently. The shoe was immaculate, obviously brand new, but Griffin was certain that he was missing something.

“No, the sole of my shoe, you pathetic bitch.” Her hair had fallen into her face, partially blocking her blue eyes. Seeing her even slightly disheveled turned him on so much. He leaned forward, puckered his lips, and delivered a nervous kiss. It felt like a first kiss: a quick peck and a jerk backward to look for approval.

“Oh, of course: you’re scared.” Her face cringed up to show her faux understanding. “Maybe I can think of something you’d be more comfortable with. Close your eyes and open up.”

No sooner had Griffin’s lips parted than he felt the black block heel begin to slide between them. His eyes instinctively opened to see her devious smile. She shushed him. He wanted to plead, to beg–please keep going, please don’t take it away–but he couldn’t speak. The heel had stuffed his mouth. So he gave the only feedback he could muster: “mmm mmm mmm.” His hands gripped her leg even harder.

“Sounds like you like it, baby,” she laughed. “How does it feel to know that the heel of my shoe is longer than your dick?” Griffin felt as if his entire identity had transformed into doing whatever this woman wanted. Now that he had a taste of this role, he desired no other.

“Keep taking it, good job.” She worked her foot up and down, as if she were slowly revving a gas pedal. A string of spit escaped Griffin’s mouth, joining all of the cum Victoria had left on his chin.

“Start doing the work for me,” Victoria took her left index and middle fingers and slipped them inside herself. Thanks to Griffin’s wonderful tongue, the fingers glided in easily, curling towards her G-spot.

“No one has ever needed to do this to your micro dick, but you need to go up and down.” Without hesitation, Griffin pushed his head forward.

“You are a natural; I wonder why,” she pondered, propped up on her left elbow, enjoying the show. She was impressed by how quickly he’d dropped any semblance of masculinity, all in hopes of impressing her.

Griffin was overwhelmed by the heel stuffed in his mouth. He wanted so desperately to impress Victoria, to show just how submissive he could be, but he was struggling. His determination was abruptly interrupted by his gag reflex, which threw his head back and made him cough. He looked up through watery eyes and saw Victoria, completely enamored, working her fingers in and out as quickly as she could.

In short order, her lower back rose from the desk. Her feet squirmed searching for anything to brace herself against. Griffin scooted his chair forward quickly, allowing her to plant both feet into his chest. The heels felt as if they would poke through the bright white cotton of his shirt. Stronger and stronger she pushed against him, until finally, with a gasp, she released.

She began to pour over, her fingers moving faster in and out. As she finished, a few drops of her slung from down her fingers to the desk that had been the afternoon’s most important prop. Her hair had fallen completely into her face, blocking her view, but she knew that beyond the blonde curtains Griffin watched in a trance. She finally took the weight off of her elbow and lay on her back, feeling very satisfied but craving more. What was Griffin’s line? Did he even have one?

She used her core strength to lift herself from the desk, smiling at her pet. “Stand up,” she said coolly. Griffin stood, his raging erection creating a regrettably noticeable protrusion from his trousers.

“Come here, come closer,” she said. Griffin came near her, holding out hope that this would be his chance to feel her. The close quarters between Griffin’s chair and the desk Victoria leaned against forced his dick, through three layers of clothing, to rub against Victoria’s lower stomach. Her breath steamed against his neck, and she looked at him as if she wanted him to throw open her legs and take her right there on the desk. Her eyes were fixated on his glimmering jaw. He began to feel the sensation of precum dribbling into his boxer briefs. He held his breath, hoping the charcoal wool would not darken and reveal his inability to control himself.

Victoria reached behind his head with her right hand, grabbed his thick, dark hair, and pulled him towards her. As he closed his eyes, she smoothly stepped out of the way, pushing his head further down to the desk where she had pleasured herself.

“Lick it clean,” she commanded. She kept her hand on the back of his head, but there was really no point. He wasn’t struggling or hesitating. He was, tongue out, licking the cum she had left on her desk.

Victoria had never dealt with a submissive who acted with such desperation. Griffin’s subconscious had yearned for years to find a woman to do this to him. He had always wondered why it felt as if there were an unknown pleasure out there he had never experienced. He assumed he may never find it. But this blonde, nearly old enough to be his mother, was going to introduce him to every crevice of the fantasies he had yet to explore.

“Wipe off your chin when you get home and be back here at 8:00 tomorrow morning.”

Just like that, Griffin was sent home, desperate and yearning. As he gathered his things and walked to his car, he tried to focus on the shaky breath entering and exiting his nose, wishing that he would somehow find Victoria in his apartment when he arrived.

He tried everything to distract himself. Convinced that he could not focus on any relaxing activity, he decided to head to bed. The cold sheets were a stark contrast to his overheated skin. He flipped off his bedside lamp, turning it over and over again, unable to shake the feeling.

He wanted so badly to touch himself. Each time he thought back to the events of the evening, what happened in Victoria’s office, his blood began to pump, throbbing towards his lap.

Just a minute, 60 seconds, he could expel the experience and return to normal the next day. But a new voice in his mind — restraint — ordered him not to. He thought about the punishment he would receive if he disobeyed Victoria.

He imagined what Victoria would say if she saw him, rolled over on his side, frantically rubbing his unimpressive manhood until he erupted onto his knuckles and the sheets below. Visualizing the disgust and disdain that would be written on her face only made him twitch harder. He wished she were next to him, propped up on her elbow, staring derisively at his pathetic excuse for a dick. He would beg, he would plead, just for permission to touch himself in her presence.

Any argument he could raise to her would only make him sound more pitiful. On the verge of tears, he finally accepted reality. Tomorrow, he and two tiny blue balls would walk into the first day of his new job, ready to accept orders from the woman who was responsible for his dull pain. He wanted nothing else.

The End.

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