My Boss Made Me Wear Lingerie Under My Uniform

“Tomorrow I want you to come to work wearing women’s underwear.”

The WhatsApp was from Bruno. It was late October, and I had gone almost two months without hearing anything from him. It’s true that we ran into each other now and then in the corridors at the center, but we barely spoke. I had taken it for granted that he’d dropped me, that it was over. And now, out of nowhere, that message.

When it came in I was in the middle of my shift. I looked up and around, searching for him, but I didn’t see him anywhere. The following day was Saturday: there’d be very few people. But I had a problem. We changed over together in the locker room, so I was going to need an excuse to stay behind alone.

Am I really going to do this?

I knew the answer before I’d even finished asking the question.

***

On Saturday, after the handover, I pretended to be unwell. While my coworkers gathered their things and left, yawning, I locked myself in one of the toilets at the back. I undressed slowly, my heart pounding against my chest, and put on black panties, a matching bra, and stockings that came halfway up my thighs. Then I pulled the uniform on over it all, as if nothing.

The scrape of lace against my skin stayed with me all morning. I felt it with every step, a secret stuck to my body that no one else could see.

By ten I was in the break room on the first floor, having coffee with a couple of telematics technicians, when the team radio crackled.

—Zero to one…

—Go ahead, zero.

—R has just arrived —R was what we called Bruno on the radio—. He says you should come to the office.

—Received, zero.

At that exact moment my phone vibrated. It was him, asking me to come up right away. I glanced at the clock: it was breakfast time. So I ignored it and went down to eat something with my coworker.

During breakfast, messages kept coming in nonstop. One after another, until my colleague got impatient.

—Who the fuck keeps texting you, fuck’s sake?

—R.

—And what does he want? Haven’t you told him you’re having breakfast?

—He wants me to order some bottles for a birthday party —I lied. I had an acquaintance who worked in beverage sales and would occasionally get me a good price.

—Well, watch yourself, because people say he’s a faggot, that he’s into guys.

—People talk too much —I said, taking a long sip of coffee so I wouldn’t have to meet his eyes.

***

I went up to the director’s office. I meant to stand up to him, to tell him this had to end, that we couldn’t keep going on like this. I walked in without knocking.

I found him sitting on the sofa, completely naked.

—Well, well. At last you deign to show up.

—Bruno, I…

—Shhh. Shut up, faggot —his voice was deep, calm, terribly certain—. Who the fuck do you think you are, making me wait like that?

—But…

—Take your clothes off.

—B-but…

—Take them off, fuck.

I obeyed him. I took off the uniform piece by piece and stood there in front of him in my panties, bra, and stockings. The air conditioning made my skin prickle. He looked me over from head to toe, unhurried, like someone inspecting something that belonged to him.

—That’s better, girl —he said at last—. Such a good little treat. Come here.

I crossed the office with trembling legs. I have no choice, I told myself. But the truth was different, and we both knew it.

—You really think you can challenge me and get away without punishment?

—Bruno, I…

—Lower your panties.

I pulled them down to my ankles.

—Get here, face down —he patted his thighs.

I didn’t argue. I lay across his lap exactly as he ordered. My cock, already half hard, was trapped between his warm thighs.

—You need to learn to obey.

The first smack hit without warning. His huge hand came down on my ass with a crack that echoed off the office walls and made me see stars.

—Ah!

—Scream. Scream for me.

Another. And another. The slaps came one after the other and pleasure began to mix with pain in a way I couldn’t explain. My skin burned, I writhed with every blow, and my cock, hard as a rock and trapped between his legs, kept leaking.

—You like it, don’t you? —his voice was almost a whisper—. Look at you.

—Oh!

He kept spanking my ass until the heat became unbearable and delicious in equal measure. And then, without him even touching me where I needed it most, the orgasm hit me on its own: the rubbing of my trapped member and the sting of the spanks ripped a violent climax out of me that left me empty, spilling between his thighs.

—You came without me even touching you —he gave me one last smack and chuckled softly—. Get up.

He spread his legs. Strands of my own cum ran down the inside of his thighs.

—Put your panties on and clean me up.

I looked around for something, a tissue, a towel.

—With your tongue.

***

I knelt between his legs. His cock was hard, swollen, and a shiny drop was already pearling at the tip. I started by licking up what had stained his thighs, slowly, meeting his gaze every time I swallowed.

—Look at you, all filthy and horny —he muttered.

I moved up to his cock. I took his balls in my hand, squeezed them gently, sucked them, traced the shaft with my lips up to the head, and then took the whole thing into my mouth. I sucked, savoring the taste of the liquid that just kept leaking out.

—Oh… yes…

I began to move, bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue against him while Bruno writhed on the sofa and let out rough moans.

—Ah… the way you suck it, fuck.

When I felt him near the edge, I pulled him out of my mouth. I squeezed his balls and stroked his cock very slowly, drawing the foreskin up and down, spreading my saliva all over its length. Every time I did that, he huffed and threw his head back.

—You’re a sadist… oh!

I gave his testicles a tug and took him back to the hilt, greedily, until my lips brushed his pubic bone. I kept him there as long as I could, then started moving fast, taking him in and out while he poured out all kinds of obscenities.

—I’m coming… I’m coming…

He put a hand on the back of my neck and squeezed. His cock hit the back of my throat and he held it there while he unloaded one hot burst after another that I had to swallow so I wouldn’t choke. When he finally let me go, I pulled away coughing.

—You nearly choked me, bastard.

—Wipe your face —he said, catching his breath—. And stand over there, in front of the window. I want to take some photos of you.

—No fucking way.

—Come on. I want to have you on my phone.

—No. And besides, I don’t trust you. You’d show them to someone.

—I’ll let you edit them later and crop the face out, whatever —he shrugged—. Your face isn’t what I’m interested in.

—But if I stand in front of the window, people outside will see me.

—Who the hell is going to recognize you from the street at this height?

I was saying no, but only with my mouth. The truth was, the idea turned me on. In the end I stood by the glass, with the morning light pouring in, and let him take a few photos of me wearing the lingerie.

***

—Now come with me —he took my hand and led me to the bathroom attached to the office—. Take off your panties. Only the panties.

He’d already set out the usual things: the douche nozzle, folded towels, the lubricant. He had me straddle the toilet, one leg on each side, braced against the cistern with my knees bent and my ass sticking out.

—How I adore this ass —and he slapped it, making me yelp, because it was still burning from the punishment.

—Asshole!

He smeared lubricant over my anus, stroking it with his thumb, and then inserted the nozzle and let lukewarm water flow through. We repeated the process several times, as always, even though I was already clean.

—Get back in position.

—But…

—Shhh. Quiet —he was very aroused; I could hear it in his breathing.

I went back into position, legs apart, leaning on the cistern. He didn’t let me take off my bra or stockings. This time he used plenty of lubricant.

—You’ve got me burning up —his cock was hard, pressed against my entrance, and his hands were on my hips—. I need to fuck you right now.

—Easy, Bruno…

With one single thrust he drove half his cock into my guts, opening me up without mercy. My legs gave out and my breath caught in my throat.

—Ah! My ass! Aaaah!

—Shhh, quiet… quiet…

—Take it out! You’re going to split me in half!

—I’ll take it out now. Relax.

He dug his fingers into my hips, braced my legs, and with a second push buried himself all the way inside. Then he began to move with an ever more frantic rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass, his body crashing into mine.

—Ah, Bruno! Ah, my legs, they can’t hold me up!

—Fuck, what an ass… how tight you are…

Sweat ran down my back. It smelled like sex in there, like hot skin and effort. Bruno huffed and snorted, his fingers sunk into my waist like claws, while his cock went in and out, making mine sway to the rhythm he set.

Suddenly he stopped. I thought he was about to come, but he yanked out of me all at once.

—No, please!

—Come here —he sat down on the toilet seat, soaked in sweat, gasping from the effort—. Now it’s your turn.

I straddled him and, very slowly, lowered myself onto his cock until it was fully inside me. He took my face in both hands and kissed me on the mouth, hard, almost violently, biting my lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I answered with the same intensity while I started moving: forward and back, then in circles.

He pulled my bra down and bared my chest.

—I adore these little tits. They drive me insane. Bite them, suck them for me… no, wait.

I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees, never stopping moving with his cock buried to the hilt inside me, while he grabbed my breasts, sucked on my nipples, bit them, and drew moans out of me.

—Oh, yes! Eat them up!

—Ah, my girl…

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him, buried his face in my chest, and I felt his cock convulsing as he flooded me from inside.

—I’m coming! I’m comiiiing!

—Yes… empty yourself into me.

He held me in his arms until the last spasms faded. Then he pushed me back, grabbed my cock, and started jerking me off while pinching one nipple with his other hand and staying buried inside me.

—Yes! Keep going, don’t stop!

The orgasm was brutal. I shot an incredible amount of cum all over his chest and belly, over his hand. I licked it all off afterward, along with the sweat, and stayed over him until his cock went soft and I felt the warmth trickling down the inside of my thighs.

—You nearly killed me —he said, still out of breath.

—Let’s see what you do with those photos —I replied, picking up the uniform from the floor.

He didn’t answer. He only smiled, with that smile of his I already knew far too well, and I knew that wasn’t going to be the last time.