Workplace Sugar Treatment

Workplace Sugar Treatment.

 

My entree into sex was with workplace sugar treatment. That was a heady proposition. Just out of grad school landed me in some pretty deep debt, so taking time off wasn’t even on the fringes of my thoughts. I hit the ground running. My student loans weren’t going to pay themselves. Luckily, I landed the first job I interviewed for. It was a low-level position as a junior executive assistant, but beggars sure couldn’t be choosers. Right?

But, the workplace sugar treatment came on quickly. Entering the luxury cafeteria is impressive. It was like walking into a high-end five-star restaurant and I saw a few ladies whose acquaintance I had already made. I smiled across the room to them and they beckoned me to join them. I had barely gotten my linen napkin unfolded and onto my lap when Sasha started talking to me.

My Entree into the Workplace Sugar Treatment.

“Hey there, Joey! Are you ready for your workplace sugar treatment?” So, I grinned at her not knowing why or even what that meant. But, a small giggle escaped my lips. “Are you talking to me, Sasha?”, I replied. Then, all the women at the table turned toward me and said in unison, “No one told you?” I eyed each of them in turn and said, “Told me what?” Knowing looks came back to me.

“Um… what is the workplace sugar treatment?” A small knot forming in my stomach. ‘crap, was this something additional I hadn’t been told about?’, I thought. Looking at each other now, Sasha spoke up with, “I’m talking perks, girl! And LOTS of them! They all laughed while looking at the clear confusion on my face. One after another came the golden nuggets I needed to know.

Dressing for the Workplace Sugar Treatment.

“Well, that’s a cute dress, Joey. But, not really one you’ll be wearing for the workplace sugar treatment.” They all nodded as I perused my own dress. Then I eyed theirs. They did look extra fancy and somewhat inappropriate for an office. But, nothing registered other than that in my mind. Their heels were all at least six inches and looked a bit like the shoes I referred to as “Cum fuck me shoes”.

“Okay, Ladies. Give me the 411 on this workplace sugar treatment of which you speak!” Again, there was that tightness in my belly. Sasha seemed to be the spokeswoman here. “I guess you didn’t hear that Mr. Weddle chose you during your interview.” Her hand came flying up as if she knew what my next question would be. But, I spoke in spite of her trying to stop me. My interview was with a group of all-women.

Learning the Truth about My New Job.

It turns out that the workplace sugar treatment was a LOT more than my office performance. Haha. Mr. Weddle was going to put me up in high style with a luxury apartment, clothes expenses, food, lingerie, SHOES… Ooooh, shoes! That hit me right where I live. Giggle. And, I would be traveling with him to care for his needs!

In other words, the workplace sugar treatment meant I was hired to be his sugar baby and would be tasked with making Mr. W. as happy as any man would want to be at all hours of the day. He would have access to me and my body every minute of the day. I would de-stress him by kissing and canoodling and sucking and fucking. In other words, I’d make him the envy of his colleagues and competitors in the business world.

The Workplace Sugar Treatment Never Ends.

Who knew that I’d becum aDICKted to dick while working for my boss? He was a large man with an even larger appendage and I quickly learned to embrace his advances; I actually longed for him daily whether we were in or out of the office! He spanked me, pulled my hair, and came all over me. But, that didn’t overshadow the tenderness with which he made love to me and allowed me to love on him as well.

Moreover, I very quickly gave in to my base desires with him. He gave me eXXXperiences I had never even dreamed about in other jobs. So, without a single hiccup, I was wearing my office attire like the girls I worked with. Of course, I had a certain decorum that I followed personally, and Mr. Weddle loved it! I was harder to suss out than most of the other women, and he liked that a lot!

Get a Lifetime of Sugar!

Every orifice is pleasured by my boss and I crave his sweet cream dripping from them. I also delight in surprising him too. Ours is not a one-sided affair; we both take and give what’s needed. Who knew that the workplace sugar treatment could be so fulfilling? Let me show you what you’re missing in your own office; or in your life! We can play boss and assistant, or you can take me home with you.

Turn your wife into a slut for you? Give her the workplace sugar treatment and change your marriage! She wants it, but she’s afraid to ask you to dominate her. Show her what a bad boy you are under those work clothes! CUMand your life today! I’m cheaper than therapy and a LOT more fun!

Kisses,

JustJoey

 

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