Benefits Package
by Pan
“And that’s the benefits program,” the man finished. Millie nodded, relieved that the droning was finally over. She felt like she’d been in this small, stuffy office for half her life, learning about retirement plans and insurance policies and the intricate details of health benefits. Her watch told her that the meeting had lasted two hours and twenty minutes, but she would’ve believed it had been a hundred years.
“I mean, that’s option one.”
Millie held back a groan—god, she couldn’t take any more of this. It felt like the walls were closing in; she knew she’d zoned out several times, only to resurface and find her new employer detailing the fine print of their 401k plan or whatever other tedium he wanted her to know the specifics of. “Don’t worry, option two is much simpler.”
“Mm-hmm?” Millie replied, trying desperately to sound interested. And failing.
“Option two is that you give me a blowjob.”
Millie blinked twice. She couldn’t have heard that right. She’d been in this room for so long, she’d forgotten the English language. She’d forgotten how basic communication worked. She definitely hadn’t heard her new boss say...
“A blowjob,” he repeated, glancing at his notes. He looked as bored as she had just a few minutes ago. “Oh, there’s more details here. To completion, no teeth, must swallow.”
“Sir, you’re saying I can...”
“Accept the benefits plan I just detailed,” he nodded casually. ”Or get on your knees and give me a blowjob.“
Millie blinked twice. It didn’t seem like much of a choice. The few details she’d picked up about the health plan made it seem quite generous (although that obviously hadn’t made it any more interesting). She really must have been missing something.
“Right now?”
“That’s right,” he replied, stifling a yawn. The still air and mostly-pointless meeting seemed to have gotten to him too. “Unless you need to use the restroom first?”
Millie shook her head.
“Okay then,” he said, standing up and unbuckling his pants. “Then we’ll do it now.”
Millie stared at his underwear, which was tenting before her eyes. It was hard to believe that this was happening, that her new place of employment offered ‘her giving him a blowjob’ as a replacement for the benefits package. It made no sense.
She liked giving head, of course. To her husband. When she was in the mood. In her own house, ideally in her own bed. Preceded by plenty of foreplay, and followed—ideally—by sex.
But giving a blowjob to the man she’d barely had two conversations with (if you didn’t count the endless meeting that she’d just endured) wasn’t her idea of a good time.
And it certainly wasn’t an adequate replacement for...health care. For life insurance. For a flexible savings account.
Why was it even being presented as though it was a reasonable alternative?
“How many people take option two?” she asked, watching as he lowered his boxer-briefs, bringing his erection into view. It was a nice enough dick, she had to admit. Not huge, but not tiny either. Comparable to what she usually got from her husband....although he was uncircumcised, while her new boss was cut. She preferred a circumcised penis, if she was being honest.
Not, of course, that it could nearly make up for the benefits package he’d just painstakingly explained to her. No one liked circumcised dicks that much.
“I don’t know the stats,” he shrugged, sounding bored by the question. She nodded.
“We should start,” he said, sitting back down in his chair. “You know what to do.”
“I, um...”
Millie was at a loss for words. How could she tell him that no, she didn’t want to suck his cock instead of getting benefits? It was the equivalent of a massive pay decrease.
In exchange for oral sex. And she wouldn’t even be the one receiving it!
“Do you have any questions before we start?” he asked, and she sensed a hint of impatience in his voice. “Because I can sometimes take a while, and I have to be at my daughter’s gymnastics class this afternoon.”
“Um.”
She had hundreds of questions, but they all sounded so...strange. She didn’t have any questions about the specifics of the choice; it was the choice itself that she wanted to question.
Millie had to admit, she did like the idea of him taking a while. She loved her husband, of course, but things with him could be over a bit quick. That was why she often blew him before sex; he lasted longer the second time, and given enough time, she could reliably achieve orgasm while riding him, or having him take her from behind.
It did sound nice, getting to suck a cock for more than just a few minutes.
Not as nice as ‘affordable access to doctors for the next several years’, of course. It was a ludicrous comparison. It was like being asked if you wanted an apple or a billion dollars and everlasting life.
Although Millie did love apples...
“No...no,” she answered, still staring at his shaft. It was hard and thick, and as she watched a drop of precum form on the tip, she wondered what it would feel like sliding along her tongue. “I mean...none of the benefits?“
She was still trying to hold onto the idea that she’d misinterpreted the offer, or somehow misunderstood something.
“Only if you choose option two,” he said, the irritation starting to become apparent in his voice. “Option one gets you everything else.”
“But...not the blowjob.”
The word sounded so strange, coming out of her mouth in such a professional environment. But that’s what they were discussing. Against all reason, they were discussing her giving fellatio to her boss, on her first day—no, technically before she’d even started—instead of receiving any of the generous benefits package that had attracted her to the role in the first place.
Millie couldn’t help but smirk—she had a choice of two packages.
No. Barely a choice. Not even a choice at all. Why would anyone, ever choose option two? It was utterly absurd.
What was she missing?
“I just need a second to think,” she said softly, and her new boss nodded.
“Take your time.”
Option one was, as she’d had explained to her over the past two-hundred minutes, comprehensive. Vision, dental, full health insurance (for her and her husband both), life insurance, disability coverage, a retirement fund with a generous matching contribution from the company, flexible spending accounts for medical expenses and childcare, a paid leave policy, and a 401k plan. It was a better deal than she’d ever been offered; better even than her husband’s previous jobs, and he’d been making almost twice as much.
Option two, meanwhile, was that she got to suck her boss’s dick. While on her knees, she’d lean forward, take her boss’s member in her mouth, and fellate him—without teeth, he’d been specific about that—until he came. Into her mouth.
And then she’d swallow it.
It would take longer than her husband did (which wasn’t really saying much) but still, the whole thing would be over in half an hour at most.
And then she would continue her employment without benefits. She’d be uninsured, her husband would be uninsured, and if they got into any kind of accident or had a medical emergency, she’d be broke. And since her workplace had offered insurance, she probably wouldn’t even be eligible for government assistance.
It was insane.
There were no two ways about it, it was absolutely insane. What kind of person would agree to such a deal?
A few minutes on her knees and a stomach full of cum…or medical security for as long as she worked here. Hell, they could even start catching up on the dental visits that they’d not been willing to risk while Millie and her husband had been unemployed.
Again, Millie fought to stop a smile appearing on her face. No matter what she chose, a strange man would be putting something in her mouth—either her boss’s (quite-nice) cock, or dental instruments.
The benefits to the company were obvious: they’d save thousands, maybe even tens of thousands if Millie took option two. And, of course, the short-term benefit was even clearer: Millie’s new boss would get one of her expert blowjobs.
That thought stayed with her. Her boss obviously had no way of knowing how good she was at giving head (or how much she enjoyed it)—that changed the equation a little. If she gave him a bad blowjob, that was a little more fair...but no, that made no sense either.
A bad blowjob was like a bad episode of Ted Lasso: still better than most stuff out there.
As she’d been thinking, Millie hadn’t taken her eyes off her boss’s cock. It was still standing proudly; as she pondered, he’d casually began toying with it to maintain his erection, lightly stroking the shaft and caressing his balls.
God, it was going to be awkward if she took option one. He’d have just flashed her, in the office, for no reason.
When. When she took option one. There was no question, of course—it simply didn’t make sense to even consider the other option.
So why was she?
If it was so obvious, why hadn’t she just said yes immediately?
As a child, Millie had read a story about three young princes. They’d each been offered a gift from their father—a chest of riches, a powerful warhorse, or a plain-looking rock.
The first two had taken the riches and the horse, and the youngest had been stuck with the rock. And of course, as these stories go, rubbing the rock released a powerful genie, one which could grant him an ocean of wealth and an army of horses.
Looking at her boss’s erection, Millie couldn’t help but ask herself: what would come out of that if she rubbed it?
“Is something funny?” he asked, his impatience clear. Millie apologized, and promised that she was fast approaching a decision.
The deal was so absurdly one-sided...it was almost as though the company wanted her to take option one.
And while Millie was no ‘youngest prince’, she had to wonder—what would she be missing out if she did?
The pros were obvious. Health care, life insurance, blah blah blah. Her husband would be thrilled, their dental and eye health would be taken care of, and they could start building a retirement that would be the envy of her friends.
But option two...
Cons, Millie told herself Start with the cons.
Firstly, she’d be cheating on her husband. The husband she loved. The man she’d been married to for years: faithfully, happily. He was her life partner, one who had never even considered straying. It would be an utter, complete betrayal of their long, happy marriage.
Okay, that was one. Other cons...
Millie pursed her lips, really trying to think. There must have been some other cons. There must have been something. Maybe her knees would get sore, if he took too long? She dismissed the idea immediately; she’d given plenty of head in her time, and that had never been a realistic issue.
There was always the risk of things being awkward with her new boss, but something told her that wasn’t likely. He barely seemed to see this as sexual, treating it as he would having her sign a document.
There must have been some other cons, but for the life of her, Millie couldn’t think of what they were. She liked sucking dick, her new boss seemed to have quite a nice member, and the odds of catching anything were low enough that they weren’t even worth considering.
So, pros.
Millie really did like sucking cock. She liked every part of it: the feeling of skin against skin, the unique taste of pre-cum, the feel of it filling her mouth. And the look on her lover’s face when it happened, when she used her mouth to bring him release.
She loved the taste of cum, too—something she’d never really admitted before, even to herself. Swallowing it down felt incredible, like a sort of validation. Like she was doing good work—it was a tangible reward, of sorts. Beyond just the knowledge that she’d done well, that she’d pleased him.
She also liked the feeling of power that came with giving a blowjob. She was in control; she could do whatever she wanted. And unlike in sex, where she could sometimes lose herself, when performing fellatio she was the one in charge.
Perhaps that should have been a con—starting her working relationship by demonstrating to her boss how good she was at giving head. Because Millie knew she was good at it. Maybe it was a bit weird for her to start her career by showing off her skills.
But Millie didn’t see it that way. So long as her boss didn’t expect a repeat performance, she could only see impressing him this way as a good thing. Sexual prowess obviously didn’t translate one-to-one to acumen in the business world, but it couldn’t hurt. Using the Halo Effect to her advantage.
He certainly didn’t seem the type who would negatively judge her for having skills in this arena. And if she did a really great job, she’d start her new job off with her boss in her corner.
Cons: cheating on her husband.
Pros: she got to suck cock—a nicer cock than usual, for longer than usual. And she’d be coming in Monday on a high, knowing that her boss had already seen her strengths.
The choice was harder than she’d thought.
Okay, the benefits package. The pros were obvious, they’d just spent two hours and forty minutes discussing them. They had been boring as hell, but extremely clear.
The cons of taking the benefits package? Her first thought was that there were no cons, but she knew that couldn’t be right. If there were literally no cons, she wouldn’t have been offered a choice.
If something has absolutely no downside, it’s a trap. She knew that. So what was she missing?
For a moment, Millie considered calling her husband, but she dismissed the thought immediately. For one, it was clear that her boss was getting antsy, and she didn’t want to make him even later to pick up his daughter. But secondly...something told Millie that her husband just wouldn’t understand.
He’d probably have the same reaction she did, that it was a nonsensical decision in the first place. But he’d never understood the joy of performing oral sex—Millie didn’t mind, not really, but it was a little disappointing that he only went down on her on special occasions. He clearly didn’t understand the thrill that she got from performing fellatio, the way it made her feel.
Her husband was a wonderful man, but he just didn’t get what made her tick.
So if she didn’t call him...did she even have to tell him about it? After all, this was clearly going to be a one-time thing. Millie was confident that her boss wasn’t going to try to demand more from her; he clearly just saw this as part of his job, like when he’d spent almost three hours explaining the specifics of her first option.
And if her husband never knew...would it really hurt him? Would it really be cheating?
It wasn’t like she was doing this out of passion, or love. It was a business decision. It was as sexless as sharing a calculator. Yes, she’d be wrapping her lips around her new boss’s cock, yes she’d be fellating him until he came, and yes she’d be swallowing down his cum.
But it wouldn’t mean anything. Not really. Especially since it would never happen again.
As Millie stared at her boss’s cock, she found herself almost convinced. Option one, by comparison, just seemed so...unexciting. Two and a half hours of hearing about it had almost killed her.
Her eyes widened. That was it. That was the hidden con.
Pros: healthcare, financial security, family wellbeing.
Con: It was boring.
It was so, so boring. It was almost…deceptively boring. Most people would’ve just gone with it without question. Most people would’ve lived their lives, choosing the boring option, following the path most travelled and not even thinking about it.
Was that the life she wanted to lead? Was that who she wanted to be? Financially secure, medically blah blah blah...
And just like she’d found the hidden con, the secret pro of option two suddenly became clear. It was...sexy.
Exciting.
Millie hadn’t blown anyone but her husband in almost ten years, and her mouth was practically watering at the idea of it. And she’d never cheated—not that this was cheating, of course.
Option one made her a Responsible Adult. Option two made her an...adulteress. A woman with a secret.
She couldn’t remember the last secret she’d had from her husband.
And there was something incredibly appealing about the fact that it was going to be a one-time thing. That no matter how good she was, that no matter how much he liked it, her boss would never again get to experience Millie’s oral skills. She’d give him head once, in this stuffy little office, and then for the rest of their professional career he’d know. They both would.
Every day, she’d be looking to see if he was checking her out. Every night, she’d be wondering if he was masturbating, remembering her touch. He’d said he had a daughter...perhaps he had a wife, too.
Perhaps he’d think of the way his new employee’s lips had felt around his cock while he fucked his wife.
Millie shivered at the thought. That was so hot. So...nasty. She’d never done anything like this before.
Option one was predictable. She knew where that road led.
Option two?
That was untrod territory.
Millie closed her eyes for a second. Was she really doing this? Was she really even considering it? The correct choice was so clear. Take the benefits. Protect the sanctity of your marriage. Keep your relationship professional. Build a better life.
But she didn’t want to be that person. Not all the time. She’d spent so much of her life making the correct choices. The ‘sensible’ choices. Even marrying her husband had been the sensible choice. He’d had such a reliable career, he’d been on his way to a lifetime of security.
Well, look at where that had ended up. Taking the obvious, safe, secure choice…even that wasn’t as obviously safe and secure as it seemed.
Hell, even this job was one she’d chosen because it was ‘the right thing to do’.
Millie felt like she’d spent her entire life taking the sensible choices. And, she was now realizing, that had led to a life of sensible, mature, secure…boredom. She was bored, and had been for years. She was bored…and her life wasn’t even stable as a result of it!
Taking the smart option meant that she was bored and broke.
No. No, it was time to take the other path.
Taking a deep breath, Millie realized she could smell the musk of her boss’s erection.
She had to make a choice. And, for the first time in her life, she threw caution to the wind and followed her gut.
Her boss was looking at the clock when Millie opened her eyes and sunk down to her knees. “I’ve made my decision,” she said, her voice low and sultry.
God, she already knew this was the right choice. Millie had never sounded sultry before in her life. She didn’t even know she could sound sultry. Already her decision was paying off; already, she was discovering parts of her that she didn’t even know existed.
“Good,” her boss said, and she could feel him holding back his impatience.
Don’t worry, sir, she thought to herself. I’m going to relieve that tension for you real soon.
Millie leaned forward, bringing her face closer to his crotch. His cock was standing straight up, a perfect pole, and as she brought her lips closer, she could feel the heat radiating off his shaft. She ran her tongue along its length, flicked across the head, tasting him for the first time.
He tasted different to her husband. Not better, not worse, just...different.
New.
Exciting.
The tip of his cock brushed her cheek, and she let her hand drift down until she was caressing his balls with her fingers. They were larger than her husband’s (perhaps that was why he had children and she didn’t) and she found that she liked the weight of them.
She squeezed gently, and felt him tense up slightly. Not from impatience, not anymore. No, now she was in control of how he felt.
She had him exactly where she wanted him.
Millie moved her lips down. Her boss groaned as she took his thick cock into her mouth, slowly, teasing him with her tongue and lips. This was her favorite part of the process—his cock was rock hard, and he was breathing heavily. He was in pure animal mode, and it was exciting to watch.
To watch, and to know that she’d been the cause.
When she gave her husband a blowjob...it was hot, but it wasn’t like this. This was new. This was intense.
This was exciting.
Millie licked her way down his cock, taking it in deeper each time, enjoying the sensation of his pubic hair tickling her nostrils, of his cock filling her mouth completely. She breathed through her nose, taking in the scent of him, the musky male odor that filled her lungs.
With each movement she pushed more of his cock into her mouth. She felt her gag reflex kick in, but refused to pull away. When she felt her new boss’s cock hit the back of her throat, she allowed herself to relax her jaw, giving him space to slide further down her throat.
Finally, Millie was able to reach his balls with her tongue, feeling him twitch in response as she coated them with saliva. She knew how hot she must look, her boss’s entire cock down her throat, her face flushed red, her mouth stretched around his girthy member.
Letting out a soft moan of her own, Millie started bobbing her head up and down.
“God, yes,” her boss hissed, blushing slightly when he realized that he’d spoken out loud. Millie smiled to herself.
He was enjoying it. She was enjoying it. They were sharing this taboo moment, one that they’d never speak of again.
She knew she’d made the right decision.
The married woman increased the speed of her movements, pushing him deeper down her throat with every stroke. His hands gripped the sides of his chair, his eyes shut tight, and he let out another soft moan of pleasure.
Millie watched her boss’s face as she sucked him off, his cock sliding down her throat.She loved watching his reactions, watching his pleasure, knowing that she was the cause of it.
Healthcare would last for as long as she had the job. A 401k would take her into retirement. But this, the sight of his pleasure, the knowledge that she was responsible for it...this, she would remember forever. On her deathbed, she’d remember this moment and smile.
Millie’s boss moved his hands to her shoulders, gripping her tightly. She kept sucking, faster and harder, simultaneously wanting to bring him off faster and make this moment last forever. She knew that he had to go and pick up his daughter, but in that moment, Millie wanted to be selfish. She was doing this for her. This blowjob was for her.
But nothing lasts forever, and soon enough Millie felt him tense up.
“Uh...uh...” he gasped, a hint of panic in his voice. “Oh, god! I’m...gonna—”
His cock exploded in her mouth. Millie swallowed everything down greedily—yes, it had been a requirement, but she didn’t care about that. All she cared about was the taste, the sensation, the ownership.
I did this, she told herself. I made this choice. I chose what I wanted.
I did it for me.
Millie swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, licking the remnants of his seed from her lips. She could’ve stayed on her knees all day, enjoying the taste of him, but as he softened in her mouth, reality reared its ugly head.
Coughing lightly, she stood up. Her boss offered her a tissue, which she used to wipe the saliva from her lips. She looked down with disappointment as he raised his pants, putting his member away.
“Thank you,” he said with a nod, still breathing heavily.
This moment was just for them. For the rest of their time together, Millie knew that they’d share the memory. No one could ever know—not her husband, not their co-workers, not his wife (if he had one). This was their secret. Forever.
“You don’t need to thank me,” she said, smiling back at him. “I didn’t do this for you.”
He nodded, but she needed to say it. She needed to make it clear. Millie didn’t care that he was checking his watch, that he had to go. She’d just thrown everything away for this, and she wanted to get all that she could out of it.
“I did this for me,” she said firmly, and his eyes were dragged from his watch and into hers. Time stopped, just for a moment, as the adulterous couple stared at each other. “I picked the choice that made the most sense. For me.”
He nodded, and the two of them shared a smile.
“You made a good choice,” he said, reaching out and touching her cheek softly. It was more intimate than Millie would normally accept from her boss, but…well, considering what they’d just done, it felt appropriate. And she knew, somehow, that it wouldn’t carry forward. That from now on, they’d be nothing but professional, that this would remain an unspoken, one-off occurrence.
“Welcome to the company.”