When I was in college, I had a part time job in an office. I liked it there, the boss was handsome. I’d noticed him looking at me and wondered if he found me appealing. I found out one night when he asked me to stay late after work to help with something and then soon revealed his real intentions for asking me to stay late after the others were gone. He decided just to tell me directly. He said he found me attractive and he wanted someone on the side, his wife was cold. He said I’d be compensated well if I agreed. It didn’t take me long to decide. He was attractive, I wanted the money, and I had nothing to lose. So I agreed.
He had a rented apartment his wife knew nothing about where we met a few times a week. He seemed dominant and enjoyed degrading me a bit. Not much, but a bit. He said I was now his paid whore, and he’d toss coins on me and make me pick them up off the floor in front of him before I’d crawl over and suck his cock. He would pin me down and fuck me, teasing me and making me beg to be allowed to cum.
I honestly can’t say I minded any of it, I liked it, he was a good lover and the extra money was welcome. I never came so much in my life as the two years I worked there and we had our little arrangement. Once I finished school and got a job in another city, that was the end of it, sadly. I do still think of him and the times we had when I masturbate sometimes. I wonder if he has another whore he pays that works for him he now takes to that apartment. I’ll never know, but I’d bet he does.
