Got burned out at work...

My name is Vasya, I'm 18 years old, an ordinary student. I admit I've had thoughts about being fucked by an adult man. I can't say I did nothing to make that thought a reality either. My ads are on many sites. But somehow it never happened – guys would be found, meeting them was sketchy, and it's sketchy, so I never went beyond virtual communication. The strong desire to move out from my parents even gave rise to thoughts about being fucked for money, but there was no opportunity to realize that.

In the summer, I had to find a job. So, one evening the phone rang and a male voice scheduled an interview for the next day at noon.

I was shaking so much from nerves and came up with all sorts of things, read all kinds of articles about interviews. But night came, everyone went to sleep, and then the thought came: what if it's just someone who saw my ad about wanting to be fucked like a girl. That thought lingered for the rest of the night, but only as a reason for a boner and stupid fantasies about what they might make me do.

On the appointed day, I arrived at a serious business center. Found the right office, knocked on the door. Two older women were sitting there, who gave me a form to fill out. After filling it out, one woman took it to the employer. Five minutes later, the employer himself came and told me to follow him. We went to the next office. Our interview began there.

The questions came quickly. Hobbies, interests, goals, etc., like in a normal interview. When the conversation reached its logical end. The boss leaned back and said in a serious voice:

– Will you suck?

– ... – I was bewildered.

– Well, Vasily, do you really think that before hiring you, I wouldn't check you out? – said the Boss with a certain gleam in his eyes.

– Well... – that was all I could utter.

– Yes, I found your ad, and not just one. And through some links I figured out it was you, Vasily, and finding your phone was easy – you sent your resume yourself – he said triumphantly – well, so your job will involve working with clients, here I am your first client! And a client must be satisfied, after all! – the Boss persisted – Suck, Vasyunya, I know you want this, who knows if another chance will come!

I couldn't say anything. I was so stunned that I could barely understand where I was or who was sitting in front of me. But remembering that yes, there were such ads, and yes, I wasn't very discreet, this could happen. But still, I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

– Come on, be brave, get up, you little bitch, and get on your knees in front of me, or you'll be left without a job, I won't even send you a training application! – the Boss began to speak affirmatively – commandingly.

I remained in a state of shock. Without thinking about anything, I stood up and walked over to him. I knelt down in front of him and just waited for what came next. My brain was silent, all my feelings weren't working. I could only do what I was told.

– I see you're in shock. – the Boss began – but remember, Bitch, I'm unzipping my fly myself now, but in the future, this is part of your job! Got it, Faggot?

– Yes. Got it. – I mumbled.

Then the door opened and the same older woman who gave me the form came in. She walked to the desk, put down a piece of paper, and left. I barely noticed because, from fear, I could only stare straight at my Boss's crotch. The Boss took the paper, looked at something in it, then freed one hand and slapped me across the cheek so hard my eyes teared up.

– M... The little girl is already crying, and I thought she was strong. – the Boss remarked, and a slap followed on the other cheek. Tears rolled down involuntarily – I love it when a guy cries like a girl, especially a faggot like you. – He took me by the chin and looked straight into my teary eyes. – Get under the table, now you're going to waffle, and I'll receive the last client!!! – he commanded.

Without getting up, on all fours, I crawled under the table to him. There was a large panel there, so from the client's side, where I was 7 minutes ago, you couldn't see what was happening under the table. He slid his legs back under the table, and the space immediately became cramped. My face ended up right above his crotch. I was flushed, tears flowed non-stop. The Boss's hand descended, unzipped his fly, and a big cock flopped out onto me, it was already hard, it was just sticking out of his pants.

– Yelena Mitrofanova, let the client in! – the Boss shouted – and you, start sucking, sucker – and a slap on the cheek followed.

– Come on, Faggot, I want you to come out of there with lips as red as an old whore's after a three-hour fuck in the mouth. – the Boss shouted from above, not letting his cock out of my mouth.

Then the hand loosened its grip, and I could freely move my mouth on his cock. I moved my head up and down, fucking my own mouth with his cock. I didn't move my lips, just shook my head on his dick, taking it deeper and deeper, periodically wetting the cock with saliva.

– Take it in your cheek, Sucker! – the Boss ordered and with his hand tilted my head so his cock pressed against my cheek.

It hurt, so the dried tears started flowing again. Warm liquid hit my cheek, the only thing I felt was tears streaming down my cheeks, I couldn't feel my lips anymore, and something warm but salty was flowing into my mouth. I involuntarily swallowed my saliva, my tears, and my Boss's cum.

– A good waffler swallows everything right away! – said the Boss and patted me on the head. – Now one more time with your tongue and you're free, bitch.

I took his cock and, clockwise, licked off all the remaining cum and my saliva. After that, I took the Boss's cock out of my mouth. The Boss's hand descended, took hold of his cock, and he slapped me with it on the lips, then on the right cheek and the left cheek. With his hand, he tucked his cock back into his pants, zipped up his fly, and rolled back from the table.

– Crawl out, Slut! – said the Boss – M... lips swollen and red, you can immediately tell you, faggot, were sucking. I like seeing your tear-stained, swollen little face, Slut! And now, Vasily, or rather Victoria – you're not a man, a man's cock doesn't get hard when he sucks another's, meaning you're like a street whore, only for free. Victoria suits you. Now you're free. Crawl out and go home.

I couldn't feel my lips. I couldn't feel my legs. I somehow got up. And discovered that my cock was hard, and it had never been this big before. I turned around and walked out the door. Came home and went to sleep...