He Sat Down Beside Me, He Didn't Frighten Me Away

I have worked for my boss for seven years, including this last Covid year. My boss is a genuine genius. He inherited me when my first boss changed jobs. I get lessons about anything and everything, from how planes fly to mating rituals of big horn sheep. I once sat through a lecture on why a penis is long, so it can deposit semen deep inside the female. Otherwise our eggs would be fertilized like frogs and fish. He is the brains behind our products and is the Chief Salesman in Charge.

And he fucks me. He violated the company's sexual harassment policy, verbally talking to me about the positions he wanted me in, emotionally screwing with my mind until I was eating out of his hand, physically fucking me in his office and getting me down giving him blowjobs. His only escape card is I haven't gone to HR.

He is a nasty old man, he likes pussy, day old pussy, he eats me at the end of the work day. He doesn't hesitate poking his dick in my ass. He wants wet kisses, he likes fondling and sucking on my tits. He also wants me cleaning his house, cooking and baking. I did go through shock, he is 32 years older than me. Getting used to an older man requires eyes closed, and pinching my nose. He smells funny when he gets horny, I can't describe the smell.

I do complain, to him. I have friends and family who tell me to turn him in to HR, to quit and get another job, that I have to be crazy cleaning his toilet and washing his underpants. But what no one wants to understand is that he has a hold on me, from my first lecture on government financing and prostitution is a voluntary crime. That and I'm in love with him, you have to love a man to wash his underpants.