[Larzaius]

Miss Jones Chapter 10

So I‘d just finished having a discussion with another supervisor, who told me I’d been transferred to a better location with higher pay. Three guesses as to who recommended me? Oh I was going to take it, but I had to be sure Miss Jones was aware that this didn't mean she was free of me. In fact, I thought I‘d better tell her right now. A sadistic grin must have been on my face as I waited for the phone to ring three times. Then, as if on cue, a red-faced Miss Jones came running down the hall to her office. Apparently she was on the elevator while the ringer was going off. I could imagine her being trapped on the elevator, as people were listening to her porn-themed ring tone. She was practically glowing red; as people must have first looked for the source, before homing in on it. The look on her face as her coworkers stared must have been priceless. The usually in-control boss lady, watching porn in a public elevator.

But she didn't answer; that meant she had to be punished. She went from red as a cherry to ghost-white when she saw me at the door. She checked both directions of the hall in front of her office, to make sure no one was watching. Like I was going to take her in her office, with all the staff around. But I wasn't going to make this easy for her; I dropped my pen on the ground while still standing at her doorway.

"I think you dropped something, Miss Jones." She looked down at where it had fallen and then back at me. She slowly got on her knees, not taking her eyes off of me. I reached down, putting my hands on my zipper; once again the color change took over and she turned pale white. I could see the fear in her eyes; would I make her go down on me, right here with all these people around? I could see her blush again, as she picked up the pen I‘d dropped. Did she really think I was going to whip it out and order her to suck me off? It was a tempting idea; but it would more than likely cost us, and I was actually looking forward to my promotion. “Is something wrong, Miss Jones?” I asked her, as she was still kneeling in front of my crotch.

“No,” she squeaked out. I stepped back a little, showing her I had no intention of endangering my promotion. “Ahem, no,” She said, getting up and sounding a little less concerned. “No, just dropped my pen.”

“Cool,” I stood up. “Actually, can I talk to you for a minute?” Her face went ashen, again. But she stepped aside to let me into her office, then closed and locked the door. I walked over to her desk and sat down on her chair, putting my feet up. “So, a promotion! Well, I greatly appreciate that. It’s nice to see that all my hard work has been recognized. But when I called to thank you, you didn’t answer properly, or at all. That was very rude.”

She started to walk toward me, looking desperate. “Crawl to me," I ordered her. She looked at me in desperate humiliation while she got down on her hands and knees. "Ask to suck me off," I told her as I took my feet off the desk. I turned the chair to face her with my legs spread. She started to crawl to me while I wagged it back and forth. “You don't come to me like an equal. Now, you got me a promotion; but you didn't answer the phone. I have to punish you, so you won't screw up next time.” She looked up at me. “Yes, there will be a next time. Now, go crawl back to the door and unlock it.” She nodded, crawling back to her door. "You are nothing but a slutty, little bitch. Now you will crawl to me, repeating that mantra so you won't forget it." She lowered her head and started crawling to me, repeating her mantra.

"I'm a slutty, little bitch, I'm a slutty, little bitch." I pulled my cock out of my pants and started stroking it. She crawled closer, continuing to degrade herself.

"Now, you're going to keep saying it, as well as telling me how badly you want my cum." She looked at me, nodding.

"Yes sir, I'm a dirty, cum dumpster who desperately wants your cum." I let her take my cock in her mouth, watching her head bob up and down on it; her tongue rolling skillfully around the head. A low moan escaped her lips as she slowly started touching herself. I pulled it out of her mouth.

"Did I say you could touch yourself? This is about my pleasure, not yours." I scolded her. She glanced at me with a guilty look upon her face.

“I'm sorry, I, I just thought you wanted me in the mood.” This time her eyes were more doe-like, unresisting; possibly even fearful.

“What mood you are in is not important to me; I'm not going to give you my cum, here.” She looked at me in surprise. “Not here, you are going to go to the men's stall and masturbate for me. The third floor stall is probably the most unused. So, go there and start getting that pussy wet for me.” She sobbed but nodded and started to get dressed. “Oh, one more thing; if anyone catches you and asks what you are doing in there? You will respond “waiting for a cock and that you will do whatever you are told,” She had an even worse glow now than before. “If I go in there and you are resisting; not doing anything to service anyone in there, it will be very bad for you.”

I zipped up, walked out of her office and went back to work. I wasn't worried about her being exposed too much because it was most of the time that stall was empty. I knew the third floor washroom was only accessible by combo lock; and only the staff knew the combo. Well, staff and security. We used to have trouble with vagrants because the third floor is attached to a skywalk; with a small casino and entertainment complex next door. To keep them from destroying the bathrooms, the combination locks were added; along with security guards. The locks themselves made a small beeping noise before they opened, giving her as least five seconds to prepare to please whoever caught her. The washroom had three stalls and three urinals on the wall, before the farthest stall. So, there was more than a good chance that I could take my time; I figured I would let her masturbate for about fifteen minutes before finally going to visit her. It might be interesting to see what would happen if she did get caught. I knew she would comply with my commands; after all, unemployment was still better then prison.

I sat down on my chair and started doing some work. I could picture her playing with herself, the expression of shame and fear as she worried about that door opening; having to serve one of her employees in a special fashion. The odds of that happening were not high but it was still possible. I phoned her from my office and listened for the ringer. It rang three times before she finally picked up.

“Hello Master, your slut slave is ready for your cock.” I smiled.

“That's better, Miss Jones. Now, next time that's how you answer, it doesn't matter where you are or who’s around.”

“Yes Master, can you please meet me, now?”

“Not yet, but soon. Would you like to swallow my cum, then?”

“Yes, Tony please.”

“Please what, say it out loud.” I swore I could hear her whimper.

“Please come here and shove your cock down my throat. Choke me with it, like a whore.” It never ceased to amaze me that old high-class Miss Jones had such a gutter mouth.

My cock sprang to attention and I had to quickly adjust myself. My cock got even harder as I imagined her trying to hide in the stall; hoping not to get caught by her male employees, then her erotic ring tone goes off. They would hear her asking for cock, no doubt recognizing her voice. I imagine her staring at one of her lowly employees, stammering out her request. She would then tell him that she would do anything he told her.

He would grin at her as he pulled out his dick, and order her on her knees. She of course, would have to go through the humiliation of having to suck him off; to keep me happy. Another employee would walk in and he would be filled in on the current situation. I have this fun fantasy of walking in, to find her bent over; a cock thrusting in her pussy while the other was pumping in her mouth. She would see me and accept her fate, as I pull out mine.

I arrived at the washroom and found her by herself masturbating like crazy. Despite her protests, I could see she was really horny. I pull out my cock. “Is this what you wanted, slut?” I asked her with a grin.

Her eyes were glazed over, in satisfaction craving. She wanted it so badly. “Please, please yes.”

I grabbed her head and shoved my cock in her willing mouth. She kept playing with herself as I shoved my cock down her throat. I could see her fingers flying all over her pussy. She was getting wetter and moaning hard. “Bet you want this hard cock in that wet pussy don't you, slut?”

“Yes sir, please.” She moaned.

“Yes please, what?” Before she could answer I shoved my cock deeper in her mouth; down into her throat and held it there. “Hold it in there, slut.” I told her, watching her struggle to take it all down her throat.

It was almost too much to take; my cock felt like it was ready to explode. Seeing her on the bathroom toilet looking like a whore, was just perfect. I pulled out and shot my load all over her face, chest and some in her hair. I figured she needed a little more humiliation, before I called it a day.

"Now, that's a combination of hair gel, skin moisturizer and yogurt. I want you to rub it in; while sucking the rest out of my cock and off of it." I made sure that she combed my cum in her hair, using it like hair gel. My cum drying on her skin, her hair and make-up a travesty; I sent her back to work, a ridiculous and amusing looking mess.

"Style your hair, with your new gel." She whimpered, but ran her sticky fingers through her hair for my amusement. "Very good, Miss Jones. You are going to spend the rest of the day like this." I squirted a bit more on her face and chest. "Don't forget to moisturize," She sighed as she caught my meaning and began rubbing it into her face and chest. "Now thank me, cumslut; thank me for my cum.”

I could see the look of complete humiliation and defeat in her eyes. “Thank you Tony, thank you for cumming on your slut.”
Now that I was done with her, I told her she could go .She did her best to clean up and make herself look presentable with my cum soaked all over her. I watched her exit the bathroom and then headed back to work.