﻿Free Use Boss

by Pan



Published: 2021-09-25
Updated: 2021-11-20
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:20:59
Chapters: 3
Words: 7,289
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/FreeUseBoss/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: Tabatha has no interest in taking advantage of her new workplace’s Free Use policy.
Erotica Tags: fd, ff, mc, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3



	Part 1

Tabatha narrowed her eyes.

“Problem?” her new boss asked.

She honestly wasn’t sure where to start.

“To begin with…” she replied, in the low, threatening purr that had earned her a fearsome reputation six-figure offer which had tempted her to Acuity in the first place. “It’s completely misogynistic.”

Hana laughed. “Misogynistic? How so?”

The sight of Tabatha Price being taken aback was rare. “You can’t be serious.”

“Talk me through it,” Hana said. As her boss leaned forward, Tabatha found her eyes drawn to her more-than-generous cleavage.

“Well…” Tabatha forced her eyes back up to the older woman’s face, doing nothing to hide the fact she thought she was dealing with an idiot. “It seems pretty self-explanatory. A Free Use policy, allowing male employees to use female employees for sex...I don’t how that could be considered anything _but_ misogynistic.”

“Not at all,” Hana said with a grin. “I quite enjoy it.”

Tabatha couldn’t remember the last time she’d been surprised twice in a single conversation. Before she could stop herself, she’d yelped out a shocked response.

“You _enjoy_ it?”

“Mmm-hmm,” her new boss replied. “All those young men. So much energy. So much...stamina. My husband has nothing on them, I can tell you that.”

Tabatha took a moment to collect herself.

“You’re married?” she asked, after managing to calm down.

“Nine and a half years now,” Hana said, holding out her ring.

“And what the hell does ‘hubby’ think about that aspect of your job?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Hana replied, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “But please, go on.”

“Go on?”

“You said misogyny was to begin with. It sounded like you have additional concerns about the Free Use policy?”

Tabatha closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she re-opened them, she was still standing in the same room, having the same impossible conversation with the same grinning lunatic.

This was not how she’d expected her first day to go.

“Secondly,” she drawled, “I’ve no interest in letting _any_ man use me.”

“Oh?”

“No,” she said. “I’m gay.”

Now it was Hana’s turn to look taken aback. “Oh!” she said, biting her lip softly. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

“ _That’s_ what bothers you?” Tabatha wanted to respond, but she held her tongue. For whatever reason, her objection to the rampant sexism of the policy hadn’t made an impact on her co-worker...but learning of her sexual orientation had.

Getting out of her last contract so she could join Acuity had required Tabatha to burn more than a few bridges, but the salary they’d offered had been too good to turn down.

While she was obviously never going to participate in the ‘Free Use Policy’ that Hana was so excited about...to keep her new job, she’d be happy to turn a blind eye.

As long as her girlfriend never learned about it. Sue was even more of an ardent feminist than Tabatha, and there was just no way she’d be able to overlook the love of her life even working in a place that allowed such a thing.

After a moment of thought, Hana nodded her head. “I think we can make this work,” she said with a smile.

“Make it work how?”

“Leave it with me,” Hana said, putting her hand on her new employee’s. “I’m sure I can find an outcome that everyone is happy with.”

As her new boss walked away, Tabatha couldn’t help but admire the movement of Hana’s hips. It was almost a pity that the Free Use Policy didn’t include woman-on-woman action. Not that she’d ever cheat on Sue, of course...but the curvy Japanese woman she was now going to be working under was almost attractive enough to tempt her.

Tabatha didn’t get much done for the rest of the day. She was supervising a team of half a dozen sales people...no, sales _men_. Everyone working under Tabatha was a man, and it immediately became clear that the Free Use Policy was the foremost thought on their minds as soon as they met her.

It was ridiculous. If she _had_ been straight, and for some reason missing enough brain cells to agree to such an offensive policy, how on earth did Acuity expect she would ever have gotten any work done?

As it was, she had to smile politely as each of her new underlings came into her office to introduce themselves, running their eyes up and down her body as they did.

Hana must have had a word with them, because none of them made a move. None of them said anything she could’ve taken to HR…or failing that, the press. They just stared.

No, not stared. Ogled.

It was almost flattering. Though male attention held no interest for Tabatha, she was still quite proud of her body. Every day she dragged herself to either the gym or a yoga class, and the result was a body which was tight, firm, and extremely flexible.

And while her cleavage certainly couldn’t compete with Hana’s, Tabatha knew how corporate America worked—one didn’t get ahead by hiding the gifts Mother Nature gave you. She’d dressed to impress; nothing slutty, but also nothing that diminished her C-cup breasts, or the ass which Sue jokingly claimed was the main reason they were together.

You would never have guessed it from the cold look on Tabatha’s face, but a small part of her preened whenever another of her new salesman’s eyes stayed on her chest or butt for longer than was strictly appropriate.

By the end of the day, she’d done little more than meet her team and begin decorating her new workspace. When five o’clock hit, she was most of the way out of the door when Hana caught up with her, and the young woman couldn’t help but notice her new boss’s hair was considerably more mussed than it had been at the start of the day.

She couldn’t really have...surely she didn’t...

Tabatha shook it off. Hana was talking, and what the Asian woman had to say would determine whether or not she’d be returning tomorrow.

“...made an exception,” Hana said, her voice breathy with excitement. “And so considering your situation, the CEO has agreed to reverse the policy.”

Tabatha’s eyebrow rose. “Wait. Reverse? You mean...”

An image of Hana’s tussled hair between her new hire’s legs flashed through Tabatha’s mind.

“I mean, instead of male employees being able to use you, the Free Use Policy will apply to you in reverse. You’ll be allowed to use any male employee you like.”

In what was becoming an uncomfortable pattern, Tabatha was completely floored by her boss’s words. “Wait. What?”

“That’s right,” she smiled. “You can use any of the men on your team for sex, any time.”

“But...I’m gay,” Tabatha reminded the older woman. “Why would I want to have sex with a guy?”

_Gay, and in a happy monogamous relationship_ , she reminded herself. For some reason, that fact had been surprisingly difficult to hold onto since she’d walked through Acuity’s doors that morning.

Hana laughed, a bubbly laugh that filled the hall. “Oh, honey,” she said, putting her hand on Tabatha’s shoulder. “No one’s _that_ gay.”

The younger woman opened her mouth for a moment, then closed it. It wasn’t worth it.

A policy which allowed her to use guys for sex “whenever she wanted” was basically the same as no policy at all. It was a strange victory, but one that she’d happily take.

* * *

“What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone with a guy?”

“Bobby Hamilton,” Sue replied. The two women were curled up on the couch, watching Hulu’s latest historical drama. “Fifth grade. He felt me up behind the greenhouse.”

Tabatha’s mouth curled into a smile. “You had a _greenhouse_? Fan-cy!”

“Shut up,” Sue replied, shoving her girlfriend with her shoulder.

“Felt up where?”

“I told you, behind the greenhouse.”

“No, I mean… _where_?”

“Tits,” Sue replied, pushing her chest forward. By Tabatha’s estimation, her girlfriend was slightly bustier than her new boss, though it was certainly close.

“Over or under the clothes?”

“Under my shirt, over the bra.”

“You had a bra in fifth grade!?”

“I’ve basically had these since I left the womb,” Sue said, looking down at her own chest with a sigh. “Why do you ask?”

“Just seems early to me. Maybe I was just a late bloomer.”

“Not about that. About the guy thing.”

“Oh,” Tabatha said, avoiding her girlfriend’s eyes. “Was just wondering.”

She’d been at Acuity for the better part of a week, and for some reason...Hana’s words kept echoing around her head.

No one’s _that_ gay.

“How about you?” Sue asked, pausing the television.

“Nothing,” her girlfriend replied.

“ _Nothing_?”

“Nada. Squat. Zilch. Zippo. Buck.”

“Never even kissed a guy?”

“Never so much as held one’s hand. Romantically, I mean.”

“Huh,” Sue said. “I figured every lesbian was at least a little...y’know, curious.”

“Not me,” Tabatha responded honestly. She’d never felt so much as a flicker of interest in guys, and had never atnicipated she would.

Until she’d started at Acuity.

Another quote had been running through her head over the past few days: _Absolute power corrupts absolutely._ She’d had written an essay on it during high-school; most people assumed it meant ‘everyone with power will be completely corrupted’, but the context had been a discourse about how harshly historians should judge church leaders from the past.

Not everyone with power is immediately corrupted, Tabatha knew that. But Lord Acton’s point had been that those with power _are_ more likely to be corrupted, and so historians should poke and probe and examine their actions, fully expecting to find the worst.

As a lesbian in a man’s world, Tabatha had never seriously considered herself someone with ‘power’. Even as she’d risen through the ranks, crushing her rivals under her withering wit and cevestating stares, she’d still never viewed herself as having any real influence.

But now, with the Free Use Policy at her disposal...

There was something undeniably tempting about it. She looked out at her team, the young men under her. Not just as their manager, but also beholden to obey her every sexual command.

Not that she ever would, of course.

If the situation was reversed, none of them would have hesitated for a moment. If their lustful stares on the first day hadn’t made that clear enough, the way they treated Hana cemented it. Despite being the regional manager, despite being a direct descendent of the man who had originally founded Acuity, she knew exactly what they were doing.

At least three or four times a day, one of Tabatha’s staff would go into Hana’s office, close the door, and emerge half an hour later with a smug look on his face.

It was enough to make her sick. If Sue knew what was going on, she would’ve been furious.

Whenever it started to feel like it was too much, Tabatha would close her eyes and remember the money.

The money...and the power.

It was just curiosity, she told herself. It certainly wasn’t attraction; she was heading up one of the best sales teams in all of Acuity, and one didn’t become a top salesman by being sweet and kind.

They were cocky bastards, each and every one of them. And Tabatha wouldn’t have it any other way: she wanted to be the best, and one only became the best by leading the best. On her first day, she’d affixed a Jack Welch quote to the wall: “The team with the best players wins.”

They were dicks with dicks, but in the corporate world…dicks got ahead. It just also meant that they weren’t at all the kind of guys she would’ve been attracted to, if she was attracted to guys.

Which she wasn’t.

But there was something nice about knowing that she _did_ have power over them. That at any moment, she could call any one of them into her office, tell him to lower his trousers. She could drop to her knees and take his member in her mouth.

Absolute power. It was almost an aphrodisiac.

Almost.

* * *

“Sure thing,” Sue said with a wicked grin. “It’s been a while since we brought it out.”

The strap-on had been a gag gift. Sue’s best friend Denise, a lesbian she’d gone to college with, had bought it to celebrate Tabatha and Sue’s three-year anniversary.

Of course, like every sex-toy gift, it was impossible to tell exactly how ironically it had been given. When a lesbian bought another lesbian a ‘hilarious’ toy, there was a ninety percent chance it’d be used by the end of the month, and the odds leaned towards it earning a permanent spot in the rotation.

A thrill ran through Tabatha’s body at the sight of her beautiful, busty girlfriend sporting a huge plastic dick.

“You like this?” Sue said, shifting her hips back and forth, causing her fake member to sway.

Tabatha couldn’t tear her eyes away from it. As if she’d lost control of her body, she fell to her knees in front of her girlfriend.

“Yeah, suck it,” Sue joked. “Suck it, bitch.”

Tabatha ignored her girlfriend’s tone, and obeyed her command.

As she used one hand to take the toy into her mouth, Tabatha reached between her legs with the other. She came almost as soon as her girlfriend’s fake cock hit the back of her throat.

* * *

“You’ve been here almost a month now,” Hana said, smiling across her desk at her latest hire. Tabatha tried to ignore the smell of sex that filled the room, tried not to notice the fact that her boss’s shirt-buttons were misaligned, and desperately tried not to remember the fact that her top salesman had been leaving Hana’s office as she’d entered.

“Mm-hmm,” Tabatha replied, distracted. It was all too easy to imagine what the two of them had been doing right before she entered.

It was an image that entered into her mind _far_ too easily, at the most inconvenient of times. While she was sharing numbers with her team. Whenever she was alone with one of her salesmen.

When she gagged on her girlfriend’s strap-on each night.

“And so I just wanted to see if you had any questions. About me, or the company, or our expectations.”

“Expectations?” Tabatha asked, desperately grabbing onto the last word her boss had thrown out. It was all too easy to imagine herself inviting one of her staff members into her own office, closing the door, and doing what she was certain Hana did several times a day.

But she couldn’t. Why would she? She certainly didn’t want to.

She was gay.

“Your sales are phenomenal,” Hana beamed. “I knew you’d be the perfect person to ride your team hard when we hired you.”

Tabatha bit her lip, trying not to let herself groan at the idea of riding her team hard.

“But if I’m being honest, I’m a little worried...”

“Mm?”

“Well, no, that’s too strong a word. Not worried. I just...how do I put this?”

Hana tilted her head to the side. Her long black hair shifted, revealing a hickey on the side of her neck.

Tabatha wondered how she explained _that_ to her husband. She closed her eyes, trying not to imagine the thrill she’d inevitably feel from allowing her one of her salesmen to bite her neck, to chew it, to mark her...and then going home and hiding it from her girlfriend.

“I would be happier if I saw you using more positive reinforcement,” Hana said, choosing her words carefully. “You’re very good at applying the stick, but let’s not neglect the carrot.”

Tabatha forced her eyes open. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, fear can only get you so far. At some point, you need to make use of…pleasure.”

“You’re suggesting I should pleasure my team?” the young woman replied, speaking just as deliberately as her boss had just a few moments earlier.

Undeterred by the dangerous tone that Tabatha had injected into her voice, Hana smiled in response, before getting up and moving to the small couch in the corner of her office.

The couch which Tabatha was sure was covered in all manner of stains.

“Come here,” she said gently, patting the empty space beside her. The short-haired woman cautiously stood up and joined her boss on the sofa.

“Not everything is a trap, or a threat. Not everyone is out to get you.”

“Okay...” Tabatha replied haltingly. “What are you...”

Without a word, Hana cut her off by leaning forward and meeting Tabatha’s mouth with her own. Too shocked to object, the young woman allowed her lips to part. Her mouth was filled with the scent of Hana’s breath, mixed with the strong smell of semen that seemed to constantly permeate her office…a smell that made Tabatha’s stomach growl.

As she felt her boss’s tongue slip past her lips, Tabatha pulled back.

“Hana,” she protested weakly. “This is...we shouldn’t...”

The Asian woman just smiled in response, allowing her employee to collect her thoughts.

“...you said the Free Use Policy wouldn’t apply to me,” Tabatha finally gulped, and the room was filled with the soft tinkle of Hana’s laugh.

“You’re so strong-willed,” she said, as if to herself. “Such a nice change. So...gay.”

”Yes,” Tabatha replied insistently, reminding herself as much as her boss. “I’m _gay_.”

“Well then,” Hana said, reaching out and unbuttoning Tabatha’s blouse. “Let’s be gay...”

* * *

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	Part 2

When Tabatha left her boss’s office, it wasn’t with the arrogant strut the men she shared a workplace with always moved with, when they took the same path. It was more of a shameful slink.

She’d just...she’d just cheated on her girlfriend. She’d never cheated on Sue before...she’d never cheated on _anyone_ before.

But when Hana had slowly stripped her, she hadn’t been able to resist. She hadn’t _wanted_ to resist.

When Hana had reached down and pressed her hand against Tabatha’s panties, neither of them had been surprised to find they were soaked.

“No,” the new boss had said, reaching down and gently touching Hana’s wrist. “Hana, we...we can’t. We shouldn’t...”

Hana hadn’t said anything, but a knowing look had appeared in her eyes.

Tabatha had started to stand, started to leave...when her boss had opened her desk drawer and pulled it out.

It looked just like the one Sue had at home.

A beautiful, firm, flesh-colored strap-on.

Tabatha’s mouth had opened, and the lustful sound that emerged from her lips had confirmed to both of them that she wasn’t going anywhere.

The next hour had passed in a blur. She remembered uncontrollably dropping to her knees, just as she did whenever Sue strapped the fake penis on.

She remembered gagging on the toy, Hana’s hand between her legs, expertly bringing her to orgasm.

She remembered her boss’s voice in her ears, telling her to just let go, to stop fighting it.

She remembered kneeling under the small desk, her face in the Asian woman’s snatch, licking and sucking and feeling so proud as she tasted the older woman’s orgasm.

But more than anything, she remembered sitting naked on the couch, idly playing with her boss’s boobs as she talked about what just happened. And what was going to happen.

“It’s okay to be curious,” Hana had prompted. “You never know...you might like it.”

Tabatha hadn’t said anything. Her eyes had been downcast, but not with embarrassment. She knew her boss was right.

She’d known it for a while.

“Just try it,” Hana pressed softly. “Just once.”

As Tabatha entered her office, she closed the door behind her. Sitting on her own small couch in the corner, she stared at the wall.

She’d just cheated on Sue. Part of her knew that should bother her, but...it just didn’t.

What had Hana said, the first day they’d met? What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

After all, hadn’t that been the exact logic she’d used to avoid telling her girlfriend about Acuity’s Free Use Policy? She knew that if Sue found out, she’d get mad.

How was this any different?

She’d slept with her boss. Just like the rest of her sales team. Except they’d just been taking advantage of the company policy.

Tabatha and Hana had just...they’d just done it for fun.

The black-haired woman’s lips curled up in a smile. And hell, it _had_ been fun. If she ignored her guilt, it had easily been one of the best sexual experiences of her life.

And her guilt was becoming increasingly easy to ignore...

She’d slept with her boss. Tabatha hadn’t even realized her boss was gay. Well, bi, based on her marriage...and the obvious passion she had for the company’s Free Use Policy.

Was Tabatha bi?

No. No, Tabatha was a full-blown lesbian. She’d known ever since she was a kid; boys held absolutely no appeal to her. From the moment she’d seen Ellie Nash in Degrassi, she’d been one-hundred percent certain that she was gay.

But...what had Hana said?

It’s okay to be curious.

If the last few decades weren’t evidence enough that Tabatha was gay, the experience she’d just had in her boss’s office was enough to stamp out any doubt.

But just because she was gay didn’t mean she couldn’t be...curious.

Everyone got curious sometime.

The moment Tabatha sat down in her office, she found herself reaching for the phone.

Her voice was steady as she called her newest salesman in. He’d joined the company a few days after Tabatha, but hadn’t struggled to settle in at all.

By the end of his first week, Tabatha had caught him coming out of Hana’s office more than five times.

He’d not hesitated to take advantage of the Free Use Policy.

So why had she?

She could use any of the men under her, at any point, for anything she wanted. Her every sexual desire could be met by them; there was nothing stopping her.

Nothing except the fact she was gay.

_And in a monogamous relationship_ , she tried to remind herself. But for reasons she couldn’t explain, that fact refused to stick in her head.

Tabatha tried not to dwell on it.

“Come in,” she said with a smile. The man who entered her office was just like the others; cocky. Arrogant, even.

But there was one key difference between her newest salesmen and the others: his numbers.

“You’ve been underperforming,” Tabatha said, her sultry tone not matching her words. “I know you’re new, but that’s no excuse. You’ve been at the bottom of the pack for the entire time you’ve been here.”

The man standing in front of her nodded, clearly unsure how to take the mixed messages his boss was sending.

Tabatha stood up, and closed the door to her office.

She tried not to think of what the rest of her sales team would be thinking. They all knew what it meant when Hana’s office door was closed. What if they assumed this meant the same thing?

They’d be right, of course. But she tried not to think about that, either.

Sinking to her knees in front of her worst-performing salesman, Tabatha looked up at him, her brown eyes wide, her shoulders thrown back to show off her cleavage.

“You need to do better,” Tabatha purred, her voice low…but, unlike her words, not even remotely threatening. “You know the consequences of doing poorly, but…perhaps some positive reinforcement will help.”

The female supervisor’s hands moved deftly, unbuckling her employee’s pants. In front of her, standing hard and proud, was the first cock she’d ever seen in person. Unlike the toys she’d spent so much time enjoying of late, it wasn’t a single smooth color—the head was an angry red, the veins were purple, and the whole thing looked so, so yummy.

“Will you do better?” she asked, looking up at the salesman. “Will you try _harder_?”

Grinning down at her, the man nodded, and Tabatha was surprised to find herself involuntarily shuddering with pleasure.

“Good,” she said, and moved her mouth over the hard rod staring her in the face.

It tasted different to the toys, of course. Salty. Fleshy. Real, in a way that even the most expensive strap-on could never replicate. And it reacted to her tongue, jerking and throbbing as she took it deeper down her throat. Her salesman seemed to like the sight of her choking on it, so Tabatha tried to take as much of his hardness down her throat as she could, letting her eyes water as she looked up at him lustfully.

The smug grin never left his face, and Tabatha moved one of her hands to his balls. That was something both the strap-ons she’d played with had been missing; they were hairy and wrinkly, perhaps the most unlovable body part Tabatha had ever experienced.

Still, despite the fact that the testicles bouncing against her chin did more than anything else to reassure Tabatha that she certainly wasn’t straight, there was something strangely fun about them. The sack contained two soft balls, like spongey ping-pong balls, and they were surprisingly interesting to play with.

She closed her eyes, focusing on the new experience. _It’s okay to be curious_ , she reminded herself. And that’s all that it was—curiosity. An experiment.

She was still a lesbian. What she was doing now didn’t bring her a fraction of the pleasure she’d received from the experience she’d shared with her boss. What she’d done to Hana, and what she’d let Hana do to her. Every night, Tabatha got more of a sexual thrill from just the sight of her girlfriend’s naked body than what her hands and mouth were doing to the salesman arrogantly leering down at her.

But she couldn’t deny that it was fun. Pleasant. Like sucking a lollipop; it wasn’t like she was going to get off from it, but it was exciting to experiment, to try something new.

The taste. The sensations. The sounds her employee was making—it was all unlike anything that Tabatha had ever experienced with a woman. And despite being gay, she was having a good time.

_No one’s that gay,_ she told herself.

Tabatha opened her eyes. At some point her worst-performing salesman had grabbed her hair, as though he were driving the action. As if he was using her, instead of her using him. Experimenting, in a safe way.

In any other circumstance, Tabatha knew she wouldn’t have allowed it. But the Free Use Policy meant that she was in complete control; she could do anything she wanted with this man, and he couldn’t say no.

If she wanted to, she could force him to lay down on the couch in the corner of her office while she rode him.

Not that she would, of course. She was gay.

_Though no one’s that gay…_

Blinking twice, Tabatha focused on the task in front of her. The man grasping her hair. The thrill running through her body as he moved her head. The wrinkly sack in her hand. The thick, beautiful cock moving in and out of her throat.

Moving her other hand to the base of the man’s cock, she began stroking it. A strangled gasp left her employee’s mouth, and, giving her zero warning, he began to cum.

That was another thing the strap-on couldn’t do. Until she enthusiastically swallowed down the man’s seed, Tabatha had no idea what she’d been missing out on.

She’d always assumed that semen would be disgusting; she’d imagined bad oysters mixed with bleach. But to her complete surprise, it was…delicious. She began desperately licking her salesman’s softening cock, doing all she could to milk more of the tasty fluid out of him, only stopping when he insisted.

“So,” Tabatha said, trying to collect herself. “I trust that you’ll try a little bit harder from now on?”

He nodded with a smile, looking fondly down at his panting, wanton boss kneeling in front of him, her makeup smeared, her mouth still agape with need.

With a wave of her hand she dismissed him and they both returned to work.

* * *

To Tabatha’s great relief, everything was normal with her girlfriend that night. They happily cuddled on the couch, watching the tale of a wealthy Victorian dowager and her affair with her young gardener.

When they went to bed, Sue was happy to let her girlfriend droolingly suck on her strap-on, as they did every night.

“Should I be worried about this oral fixation of yours?” she smiled, her eyes rolling back in her head as Tabatha’s skillful fingers rubbed her clit.

“Mm-mm,” Tabatha replied, gagging on the plastic toy, one hand between Sue’s legs, the other between her own. _That’s all it is,_ she told herself. _It’s an oral fixation._

_And a motivational tool. And…a bit of fun. Experimentation. There’s nothing wrong with that._

“Oh!” Sue shrieked, grabbing her girlfriend’s head as she came. When they were done, she removed the toy, and the pair cuddled up, naked, and went to sleep.

Tabatha hadn’t cum, but that was okay. For some reason, that wasn’t nearly as much of a priority any more.

The next morning, Tabatha entered the building to find another of her salesmen loitering around her office. He was almost a decade younger than her, with eyes like a shark.

And as she unlocked the door to her office, Tabatha was in the uncomfortable position of finding those eyes fixated on her.

She didn’t even notice herself pushing her ass out as his eyes swept across her body. Instead, she was wondering if the ‘guest’ she’d had in her office the day before had told him about what happened…and if he expected the same treatment.

Well, that wasn’t going to happen. The Free Use Policy was very clear—it said that she could use her employees for sex at her discretion. Whenever _she_ wanted. Any time she wanted, she could call them in, lower their trousers, and suck their cocks until she swallowed down their delicious cum.

Tabatha’s tongue unconsciously swept across her lips. Would shark-eyes have cum as delicious as she’d tasted the day before?

There was only one way to find out…

“Come in,” she growled, sinking to her knees in front of her desk. “And shut the door behind you.”

* * *

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	Part 3

For the rest of the day, every time Tabatha looked up from her desk there was another of her employees loitering at her office door.

_Absolute power corrupts absolutely,_ she reminded herself, unable to stop a wicked grin spreading across her face whenever she called them into her office. She knew that what she was doing was unethical, in theory.

She was their supervisor. She shouldn’t be using them for her own carnal pleasures. It was a complete abuse of power, an inherently unbalanced relationship. They couldn’t have said yes even if they’d wanted to.

Although if she was being honest, Tabatha rather doubted they wanted to.

Each of the men were hard as soon as she ordered them to remove their pants, revelling in the power she had over them. _They’d do the same if things were reversed,_ she reminded herself, although at the sight of their cocks any thoughts of morality disappeared.

Instead, the woman became completely focused on taking the cocks down her throat, pleasuring them with her tongue, and—most importantly—slurping down their yummy yummy cum.

For the rest of the week, Tabatha spent more time on her knees than she did behind her desk. It wasn’t a large office, and whenever she saw one of her salesmen lurking outside the door, she was overcome with a strong urge (almost a _need_ ) to invite them in, close the door, and choke on their hardnesses.

She loved it. She loved every part of the experience. She loved the look in their eyes as she first took their cocks in their mouth; it was an extension of the pride that she felt from being checked out. Male, female, it didn’t matter—she loved the attention.

The actual blowjobs were strangely compelling, too. _Oral fixation,_ she’d mentally remind herself when she found herself getting into it a little too much. That was all it was, an oral fixation.

It definitely didn’t mean she was straight. It was just a…Freudian reflex.

Exactly what it meant she didn’t know, or particularly care to find out. She just enjoyed the feeling of a hot cock sliding between her lips, as her tongue flattened to make room for it. She loved it most of all when they grabbed her hair and used her mouth roughly.

It was almost like power play. Tabatha knew that she was the one in control—she was their boss, the only one who could use the Free Use Policy. But in those moments, she let them pretend that they were using her. Like they had the same relationship with her that they did Hana, where they could just go into her office and use her whenever they like, instead of needing to be invited in.

And sometimes, she pretended herself. Her and Sue had experimented with power dynamics in the bedroom for years; pretending to be a teacher and student, or a big-shot agent interviewing a naïve young starlet looking for her big break.

It was only playing around. What was the harm?

So Tabatha would pretend that she’d accepted the Free Use Policy that Hana had originally offered her, where the men were in control instead of her. Where her staff could use her at their complete discretion, rather than her being the one who could order them to do whatever she wanted. Where they wouldn’t be obliged to stop with her mouth, but could fuck her whenever and however they wanted, using her every hole for their pleasure…

It might not have been particularly feminist, but it was hot as hell.

But the best part of the experience was the big finish. When the salesman she was kneeling in front of climaxed, pumping their thick, scrumptious loads into Tabatha’s mouth. She could’ve spent all day every day swallowing down the delicious cum of her employees…and as the week went on, she almost did.

It wasn’t until Friday morning that she realized what she’d done. The dark-haired woman had spent so much time taking advantage of Acuity’s Free Use Policy that she had forgotten that her monthly reports were due.

She was meant to be in Hana’s office in half an hour, delivering status updates on her team’s figures. Instead, she’d spent the entire week choking on their hard cocks, lovingly giving them fellatio whenever she pleased.

Shit.

This was a big deal; Hana passed these up the line, and she wouldn’t just be letting her team down. This could impact the whole branch. She didn’t have time to get a full report together, but if she hurried…

Tabatha looked up and noticed her top salesman loitering at the door. A look of lust appeared in her eyes.

She froze, torn. She knew she should complete the report. It was important. Hana was expecting it. It was her _job_ , one that she was paid well for.

On the other hand…he was hard, and she was hungry.

And Tabatha knew she wasn’t going to finish the report either way…so she might as well enjoy herself, rather than stressing out.

Twenty-eight minutes later, a harried-but-satisfied looking Tabatha was standing at her boss’s door. Hana raised one eyebrow at the younger woman’s appearance.

“Started taking advantage of the perks of the job?” she asked, and Tabatha nodded sheepishly. Why had she been so reluctant to start? It was the best working environment she’d ever experienced…although perhaps not so much for actually ‘working’.

“I don’t have the reports ready,” she said frankly, and Hana sighed.

“Really, Tabatha?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the younger woman said, hanging her head, and her Asian boss patted beside her on the couch.

“Do you think you can have them by close of business?” she asked, and Tabatha nodded.

“I swear.”

“Good,” Hana said, and leaned over to kiss her.

Tabatha froze at the feeling of her boss’s lips on hers. Since their encounter at the start of the week, she’d avoided Hana. Perhaps that was why she’d forgotten about the report, as though her subconscious had also been refusing to think about anything to do with the large-chested woman.

No. No, she’d forgotten because of all the dick she’d been sucking.

Tabatha knew that what she was doing with the men under her control, that was just experimentation. Motivation. Just a bit of fun.

But what she’d done with Hana…that had crossed some kind of line. That, she knew, was cheating on her girlfriend.

Knew, but somehow didn’t care.

Melting into her boss’s kiss, Tabatha allowed her eyes to gently close, and the two women explored each other’s bodies with their hands. It could have been minutes or hours; she could have blasted past her second deadline and not even noticed, so lost was she in the older woman’s embrace.

“Get the toy,” Hana ordered throatily, and Tabatha obeyed, opening the drawer that she’d seen it emerge from last time. Her mouth started watering the moment she saw it. Despite sucking off her entire team at least twice that week, and happily choking on her girlfriend’s toy each night, Tabatha still wanted nothing more than to feel the plastic slide between her lips.

More than wanted. Needed. She needed it.

_Oral fixation._

“Put it on me,” Hana said, her mouth a crooked smile. Tabatha obeyed, and as soon as the flesh-colored plastic was affixed, dropped to her knees automatically.

“Stop!” Hana barked, and Tabatha looked up at her in surprise.

A moment ago, she would’ve sworn that there was nothing she wanted more than to take the toy in her mouth. But as soon as Hana spoke, Tabatha knew there was something else even more important to her: not disappointing her boss.

She’d been so kind about the reports, so forgiving. And she was so attractive...

Closing her mouth, Tabatha waited for further instructions.

“Take your clothes off.”

Tabatha obeyed.

“Bend over the couch.”

Tabatha did as she was told.

“Spread your legs.”

As Tabatha followed her boss’s commands, she realized that she was soaking wet with anticipation. Her eyes widened at the feeling of the toy pressing between her engorged labia, and it finally became clear to her what was going to happen.

Her boss was going to fuck her.

The lesbian had been fucked with a strap-on before, but not for years. Her body had an almost primal response to the toy, lubricating itself as Tabatha pushed rhythmically, letting out small grunts with each thrust. By the third stroke, she could feel herself cumming, small shockwaves coarsing through her nerves, every part of her lighting up.

But Hana wasn’t done yet.

For the better part of an hour, Tabatha bent over her boss’s couch as she was fucked. The orgasms never stopped coming; after every five to ten panting thrusts, another burst of pleasure overcame her, eventually building up to a single, huge climax that almost knocked her out.

But still Hana continued.

The room was blurry, spinning. Tabatha’s world was pleasure; she didn’t know when she’d started drooling, but she couldn’t stop. All she could do was try to push back against Hana’s deep strokes, try to get as much pleasure as she possibly could out of being fucked, out of cheating on her girlfriend with her boss, out of taking an artificial cock deeper inside her than anything had ever reached.

Finally, when Tabatha felt like her brain had been completely liquified, Hana pulled out of her, grabbed her chin, and brought the younger woman’s lips to hers.

The two of them kissed for several minutes, making out dreamily in a post-orgasmic haze, when finally Hana kissed Tabatha on the forehead and told her to get dressed and get back to work.

The daze continued. She had no memory of getting the report together before the deadline, but when she checked her phone that evening, there was an email congratulating her for how well-assembled it was.

If Tabatha had been at work, she would’ve called one of her team members in to celebrate.

The weekend passed uneventfully. Sue smiled when Tabatha abashedly asked her to fuck her with the strap-on, only questioning it after they were done.

“Why the obsession with our little friend?” she asked, running her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s sweaty back.

“No reason,” Tabatha huffed, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just in the mood.” It must have worked, because Sue didn’t ask any more questions—even when the request was repeated the following night.

On Monday, everything was business as usual. Tabatha tried to get more work done than she had the week before, but each and every time one of her salesmen loitered outside her office, she couldn’t help herself, ordering them to come inside, sinking to her knees and blowing them with enthusiasm.

The only change was that she found herself craving their gaze more than usual, and would often strip topless as she gave them head, sometimes even letting them cum onto her tits and watch her lick it off. (Why let such a treat go to waste?)

On Tuesday, Hana called her in for a meeting they’d scheduled earlier in the month. As soon as the door closed, the older woman’s body was pressed against hers; within minutes, Tabatha was on all fours, completely naked and groaning with pleasure as her Asian boss drove the slick strap-on deep into her.

But it was Wednesday that everything changed.

Despite the fact that Tabatha’s previous week had been almost a complete wash, her team had been more productive than ever. _Positive reinforcement,_ she reminded herself. _The system works!_

Her top salesman had done particularly well, and as Tabatha ran the numbers over lunch (which she’d had to start working through, after spending so much time on her knees) she realized something: he’d broken a sales record.

Just a branch record, not anything company-wide, but still very much a situation worth celebrating.

A result worth rewarding.

Tabatha smiled as she realized what his reward should be. No, _had_ to be.

And as she called him into her office, it was almost as though he knew as well.

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