     Mr. michael kept looking up and down at Cherise, she was getting the weebie jeebies from the man. He was a handsome older man, probably in his thirties or early forties. He was very well built, he looked as if he spent most of his spare time at a gym. Which didn't bother Cherise at all, it meant he was just around simply to attract--not commit. Which she was never  into commitment,  but even if he thought she was attractive, she was never a rule breaker. She was always the geeky little girl who followed the rules to the T. It was just in her nature, her mother always lectured her on being a good kid, don't let anyone down....do as your told or else...

    She picked up the files from the desk in front of her, fully aware of him watching as her shirt drooped, now realizing how low cut the blouse was. She noted never to wear the blouse again to work. She couldn't help but blush, which he noticed, grinning like a big o' perv.

She hated that everyone kept dwindling, each heading home, done. She still had hours of work to do--- and it was getting late. She noticed that Mr. Michael's wasn't leaving yet either..he kept on chatting happily on his celllphone or the office phones, scheduling meetings..and sometimes phonesex. Which was totally inappropriate for work but she wasn't sure how to tell on the boss...who else could she tell that she could hear her boss describing every detail about his penis to a sex chatline? Who would believe her especially since the phone call was on his cellphone, to which he would deny using.

She sighed, she was in an awkward situation and she kept over analyzing things, as usual.

It was passed 7 o'clock when she finished up her work. She only missed one day of work and it had put her days behind. She sighed, she hated family emergencies. She combed through her bangs as she dug through her purse, looking for her car keys, and the key to her desk drawer--she needed to put things up,

"You are one sexy little doll" Came a recognizable voice- her boss was standing right by her side, openly looking down her blouse. She quickly straightened up, tensing against her chair, how the hell do you get out of this type of situation.

"Oh, don't bother threatening me with sexual harassment." He waved his hand, "I'm the richest man you've ever got to meet. I can pay off even your lawyers, losing the lawsuit, and then your house accidentally burning to the ground."

"Who the hell---"

"Yelling won't help your case either. I'll say you're the one who came onto me first..." He chuckled like the prick he was. He kept making advances towards her, as she kept moving her chair further away.  She knew that the room was not that huge, that she would eventually be cornered, but it was just out of instinct to run. He kept pursuing however, and she doubted that this would end as well as she would want.

"I'm just going to leave, Mr. Michael." She announced to the man, as confidentally as she possibly could. He simply smiled at her, unbelting himself, pulling down his trouser, his cock at total salute.

"you're not going to leave, you're going to get on your knees, and I'm going to face fuck you until I cum down your throat" He smiled, grabbing onto his cock, stroking it.

"Like hell I am."

"Like hell you are , missy, now get down here now." He shouted at her, his face distorting with anger. She hated the way he was looking at her, like some prey he wanted so to devour. Why did he pick her? She had no attraction to the man, all she could do was stand there, waiting for this horror to unfold, and go away. But he just stood there, only paces away with his penis standing there, waiting. How long could a man hold an erection before it went soft? She never really knew, it wasn't something you time. Maybe if she just stood there not doing anything, ...

"Do you want your job?"

"Not this badly"

"Oh, but you do--- I'll make sure that you never get a job ever again" He grinned.

"Do you torture everyone you work like this?"

"Mmm, only every now again when  I get a hot piece of ass like you to work with me."

He grinned at her , wagging his cock at her -

"Are you wanting me to physically pull you down here?" He yelled at her, "If you don't , I'll make this  worse for you."

Worse? Just kill me you stupid son of a bitch. But he came towards her threateningly and she was down on her knees within seconds. He grinned,

"I've never ...." She looked up at him,

"It's okay babe, just open your mouth, and don't bite" He pushed his cock inside her mouth. He loved the sight of her plump lips circled around his massive cock. He wasn't very big, but with her lips and how he engorged her mouth...it was amazing.

She gagged, continuously as he pulled her on and off his cock, back and forth against the back of his throat, she didn't want to know how worse he could have made this for her. She kept feeling his balls beating against her chin each time he went back into her mouth. He tensed, and spilled himself all inside her throat. She kept choking, he gladly plugged her nose to make sure that every bit of him was swallowed.
 
"See that wasn't at all terrible was it?"

"Minus my mouth hurting, hm?" She smarted off to him.

"you're lucky we're in America. Otherwise I'd have already beaten you." He smiled pinching her cheek, "You're a feisty one."

 "Was that all? May I leave?" She watched him zip back his friend. She was glad to see it hid away again.

"Basically, but you'll be seeing more of me again" he smiled groping her tits through her shirt. "tomorrow, go braless , you have some awesome tits."

 "Basically, but you'll be seeing more of me again" he smiled groping her tits through her shirt. "tomorrow, go braless , you have some awesome tits."

I need a drink, she told herself as she left the building. As she sat herself in her car she fixed her clothes as best she could. From the agressiveness her shirt had twisted and now she looked a mess. She sighed, looking in the rearview mirror. Why do I have to be a good girl and listen?  Why didn't I just stop it before it happened? She tensed against the car seat. She couldn't help but laugh to  herself, just a few minutes ago was sexually assaulted by her boss and she was blaming herself. It wasn't even that big, she tried to console herself. His aggression towards her though...
 
She squirmed in her seat, her panties had been soaked because of the the attack. Did I like it? She told herself. She put her seatbelt on, shaking her head, she needed to go home, and drink down the last of the vodka, maybe take a couple sleeeping pills. She started the car when she looked behind her, Mr. MIchaels was walking out of the building to his car like nothing even happened.
