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He brought his fist down on the desk.
“Fuck!” he said.
It was already after 7 p.m. and he was behind as it was and realized he’d forgotten to do something important.
“What’s wrong?” she said, appearing in the office doorway.
He looked up. He looked tired. She walked into his office in a faint mist of musky perfume.
“I did all this work setting up for these clients coming in this weekend and I just realized I forgot to book the restaurant for Friday. It’s his favorite place and I’ll never get a table now,” he said.
“You should have asked me to do that for you anyway,” she said.
“Which place?” she asked.
He told her.
“Give me a minute,” she said.
He watched her walk back out, eyeing her hips swerve nicely under the skirt that hugged them. She felt his eyes on her and slowed a bit, smiling to herself. She stopped at the door and turned to catch his eye. He smiled back.
“I got this. Don’t worry about it,” she said.
“You take such good care of me,” he said.
She winked at him.
“I try,” she said.
He focused back on his desk as she walked out to make some calls.
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A little while later she returned.
“All set,” she said.
He sat back in his chair, still looking tired.
“How’d you do that? And why didn’t you tell me you were a magician before today?” he said.
She laughed.
“It helps to know people in high places. I’m not magical…,” she paused for a minute.
“Not in this department, anyway,” she said, smiling.
“Is that so?” he said.
“Yes sir,” she said.
“God, I’m tired,” he said — he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and loosened the knot of his tie. She loved when he did that, but tried not to show it. He was so tense and tied up, so any sign of a little loss of control — even as little as that one button — was intense for her.
“I can tell,” she said. On impulse, she walked behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders, and gave them a gentle massage.
He was momentarily surprised but eased into it immediately. It felt too good not to. He closed his eyes and put his head back. He could feel her warm behind him.
“You smell so good,” he said, without thinking.
She smiled.
“Oh yeah?” she said, her hands getting stronger.
“You always do,” he said.
Her hands moved down his arms a little and then back up, and it took almost more self-control than she had to not move down to the buttons of his shirt.
He could sense it in her — that struggle. And he understood because he felt it himself. Her hands on him felt so good. He wanted to reach up, pull her around and into his lap and bury his tongue in her mouth, running his hands up under that little skirt that had been driving him crazy all day.
It wasn’t just the work that made him tense. It was their increased tension that he’d tried to fight — but when she was dressed like this — stockings, heels, skirt, and that buttoned shirt that looked like the front buttons could pop any second from the pressure of her full breasts — it was nearly impossible. He was only human. And there was only so much he could take.
She felt the moment turning and forced herself to stop her hands and move to the front of the desk. She reached for a bottle of his shelf and poured two glasses.
She put one in front of him and pulled a chair from the front of his desk next to his.
“Just take a break for one second. Have a drink. Then I think you should go home. You’ve done enough tonight,” she said.
He looked deeply into her eyes and she had to look away because otherwise — otherwise he’d see.
He took a sip of his drink, as did she.
“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said quietly.
“It’s what I do,” she said, smiling.
Without thinking, he reached out to give her an appreciative squeeze in the closest place possible — her upper thigh. Then she did look at him. His hand felt her warm thigh under the silky stockings.
Their eyes locked and he let it linger there for a second — and moved his thumb slowly, back and forth — inside her inner thigh. She bit her lower lip and he saw it. He squeezed again — gently.
She panicked — she was going to lose control — and when she did it was going to be epic. There would be no turning back.
She gently moved his hand away and he smiled.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
“Ok,” he said — but it was too late. He knew now. And there was no way for him not to.
She put her glass down and walked out of his office. She stopped just outside the door and leaned against the wall trying to catch her breath. He could still feel she was there but wanted to give her her moment. She’d be back now. He knew that.
She walked to the ladies room. The office was deserted. She looked in the mirror at herself and questioned her sanity. Why would she walk away from that? Or why wouldn’t she run away now while she still was able to? Both options had their own craziness. Still, she looked in the mirror and at herself. She leaned batman escort against a wall again and without thinking, she ran her hands up her thighs — under her skirt — watching herself.
She found her soaking wet pussy with her fingers and worked herself, pulling her skirt up to watch — maybe, just maybe if she took the edge off, she could control herself to leave.
She was about to cum, trying to be quiet, but no one was there anyway.
Then he opened the door slowly and walked in, letting it close behind him.
Her breath caught in her throat. She felt like a schoolgirl being caught by her parents.
“I had a feeling you might be doing this,” he said, smiling. “Please, don’t let me stop you. Finish.”
“I can’t…,” she whispered. She was blushing furiously.
“Oh yeah…yeah you can,” he whispered.
He moved behind her to watch them both in the mirror.
He put his hands over hers and again pushed up her thighs…under her skirt.
Their eyes locked in the mirror.
He moved his hands up, over her shirt and moved toward the top button. She lifted her arms up and behind her to wrap around his neck. She felt him hard against her ass.
“You know how fucking hot you are?” he said.
She bit her lip.
“You have any idea how long I wanted to do this? How hard it was for me with you shoving your ass in my face in this skirt like a little cocktease?” he whispered.
Her hands buried in his hair and her hips moved against his.
“That’s what you are, isn’t? A little cocktease whore who can’t keep her hands off herself when she’s supposed to be working. Following my orders,” he said.
Her eyes fluttered against his in the mirror.
His fingers moved down her shirt buttons and didn’t bother opening the last one — just pulled it apart.
“Oh yeahhhh,” he whispered, finding her nipples through her bra, then over, under finding them naked and hard and working them.
She sighed loudly and he felt it through him.
He moved his hands down now, again under her skirt, felt her soft, bare thighs above her garters. Her legs involuntarily spread against his body.
He watched her closely in the mirror, their eyes still locked, as he found her soaking wet panties with his fingers and worked her.
Her breathing got shallower.
“Just remember — in this building, your mine…you belong to me…I am the boss,” he whispered.
Her eyes closed again. It was so hot. Too much.
“You have to do what I say. This body belongs to me,” he said.
“Oh…yeah,” she whispered, moving her body up and down against his like a cat needing an itch scratched.
She turned then at his neck and he kissed her, moving his hands up to her hips and squeezing them tightly. The kiss forced her to turn to face him and he lifted her now, up onto the sink in the bathroom.
He moved between her legs and again moved his hand under her skirt.
He pulled his mouth from her to whisper directly into hers.
“That means…you don’t get to cum tonight until I say so. That clear?” he said.
She drew a screamy breath in and opened her eyes to look into his.
“Oh yeah…I got it,” she said.
His fingers gently teased her through her panties and he could see her teeth start to chatter.
“I really…really need to,” she said.
He laughed gently.
“Oh I know you do…” he whispered.
“I can FEEL it,” he whispered.
She sighed again, louder this time.
He took her from the sink.
“Come on,” he said.
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He closed his office door behind them and locked it.
She leaned with weak knees against the desk.
He moved to her, threading his fingers through her hair, tangling them tightly, and opened her mouth with his, fucking her mouth deeply with his tongue.
Now she gasped louder, running her arms under his and digging her fingers into his back. He bent his head over hers sideways, over her, dominating her, and she was utterly overwhelmed with it.
Then he pulled away.
“No…,” she whispered.
“I’m the boss,” he whispered, smiling.
His fingers tightened in hair again.
“First, you’re going to suck my cock,” he said.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head briefly.
“Oh…yeah…yeah…,” she whispered.
“You want that?” he said.
“Fuck yeah,” she almost hissed.
Her hands reached for the button of his pants. She couldn’t wait. Too many nights of being woken up by hot, heavy dreams of him fucking her mouth slowly until she could taste him hard and delicious, ready to cum.
He pushed her down on her knees in front of him by her hair, still in a painful, pulling hold, so good.
She welcomed it, eagerly opening his pants and finding him so hard and ready — she moaned into it.
He jerked her back by her hair to look in her eyes.
“Watch it. No cumming until I say. Got it?” he said.
She bit her lip hard and nodded.
“I’m trying…,” she whispered.
“You’ll do yalova escort it — if you want me to fuck your brains out tonight. You do, don’t you?” he said, harshly.
“Oh GOD,” she whispered.
“That’s better,” he smiled.
Just as she had his hard cock in her hands, licking it with her tongue, working it with her fingers, she felt him pull her back again by her hair.
“You sure you want this?” he whispered.
“Oh yes yes yes yes,” she mumbled.
He took his cock in his hand, so hard and ready, and holding her by her hair, he traced her lips with it.
Her knees almost gave out.
“I’m not sure you want it bad enough,” he said.
“Pleeeeeeasee…,” she whispered.
“Please, what?” he said, harshly again, pulling her hair.
“Please…,” she said, looking deeply into his eyes now, not backing down.
“Please fuck my mouth with your cock,” she said, with a faint smile.
“CHOKE me with it,” she said.
He smiled.
“That’s what I want to hear,” he said.
Both hands in her hair, her fingers digging into his upper thighs, he slowly slid his rock hard cock into her full, hot, wet mouth. And she proved her eagerness, working it with her tongue, moaning into it, teasing it, back and forth under it, over it, around the tip.
He lost control himself then, sighing and giving in to it. He almost lost his concentration and let her make him cum — she was SO eager, so hungry, so hot and relentless— but that was not part of his plan. He wanted to make her cum first. LET her cum first, he thought, smiling.
He pulled her off his cock by her hair amid her protests.
“I’m sorry, what?” he said, harshly.
“I’M the boss, remember?” he said.
She nodded obediently, still licking her lips, in a haze of ecstasy.
He pulled her to her feet. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders. And he unzipped her skirt and slowly and luxuriously slid it down her legs until she stepped out of it in her heels.
He moved her to the desk and lifted her on to it in front of his chair.
He kissed her again, deeply, hot and intense and she worked the buttons of his shirt while he did it.
His hand moved behind her back to expertly unsnap it and her bra fell to the floor.
She moved her hands around his neck and he felt her intense, hard nipples against his naked chest, their nipples moving with delicious friction against each other.
He pulled from the kiss and moved down to take her hot, full breast in his hand and find her nipple with his mouth and work it roughly, Her back arched and she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly. Her fingers tightened in his hair.
“OH yeah…oh fuck yeah,” she sighed.
He pulled away.
“No no no,” she whispered.
Their mouths were so close. She was naked other than garters, heels and her panties.
He reached and found the damp panties with his fingers and easily pulled them apart and off. They fell to the floor.
Her mouth looked for his again and he held her back.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
“Now…now I’m going to eat your pussy,” he whispered.
Her gasp was so ragged it almost choked her deep in her throat.
“No,” she whispered.
“Oh, yes,” he said.
He eased her back onto the desk.
“And I’m going to warn you that you remember the rules. Because this is going to be really hard for you,” he whispered, stroking the inside of her inner thigh with his fingers, teasing her.
Her fingers went into her hair and then to cover her face.
He pulled them away to look in her eyes.
“Because it is going to feel SO good. But you can’t cum until I say, got it?” he whispered.
She closed her eyes, bit her lip and nodded.
He sat in his chair and eased himself closer to her, lifting her stockinged knees over his shoulders. Her back arched.
“Shhhhh,” he said.
She sighed softly.
He moved closer to her, and she dug her nails into her palms to control herself.
“Don’t do it,” she thought to herself. But he was so close and she was so turned on. More than she had ever been. She had been about to explode when he walked into the bathroom so everything that had happened up to now wasn’t helping.
She felt his thumbs strong in her thighs. Felt his breath nearing her.
“Mmmmmmmm,” he purred.
“Don’t do that,” she said. “Not fair.”
“But I can’t help it,” he said.
“You’re so delicious,” he whispered.
She bit her fist. Hard.
He reached out with his tongue to taste her and she was soaking wet. He was no stranger to doing this and loved it under most circumstances. But this one, playing with her pussy and her brain at the same time? Such a turn on. And she was so drenched. So slippery, hot and wet.
He leaned in with his tongue now and found her clit and made lazy, teasing circles. Her back arched again, so high. She brought her fist down on the desk. He smiled to himself.
And attacked.
He buried his tongue deep within her, fucking her with it, teasing and twirling, swallowing her ordu escort deliciousness, faster and harder, holding her ass to keep her tight to him. Her fists came down again in unison, fighting so hard to keep control. But it was SO good and she was SO close and he just wouldn’t stop.
And now he didn’t want to. He heard her softly whisper, over her clenched fist…
“Please…?,” she said.
It was a question. It was a begging.
He stopped.
“Please, what?” he said, harshly again.
She leaned up on her weak elbows.
“Please, please, please let me CUM!?” she begged.
He saw the look in her eyes.
He felt the need to taste it stir in his mouth, his cock.
“Ok,” he smiled.
“You can cum now,” he whispered.
Her guttural moan of relief shot through him as he buried his face once again in her wet pussy, and now it was even more intense for her because she could feel he wanted it — working her to cum, wanting to taste it, hear it, feel it.
And his urgent tongue was rewarded almost instantly with her explosion, her aching scream ripped through him from mind to heart to cock, and he wouldn’t stop. He lapped up all he had worked for and wanted more, still.
“Stop… no, stop…I can’t take it,” she whispered.
She pushed him back with her heel. He felt the pain in his shoulder. He moved back.
“What?” he whispered.
“Fuck me…,” she said.
“I give the orders around here,” he snapped.
“I’m not ordering…,” she whispered, utterly dismantled in his eyes, so vulnerable, so ready.
“I’m begging you,” she whispered.
“Oh yeah?” he smiled.
“Oh, fucking yeah,” she whispered.
She slid fluidly off the desk and on to her knees again — and pressed her face against his throbbing cock.
She rubbed her check back and forth against it and licked it.
“Please, baby. Please,” she said softly and she looked up at him — with hot, pleading eyes.
He lifted her to her feet, pushed her back on the desk again.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“I want to be yours,” she said, leaning back. He gently cupped under her knees, lifting him toward him.
She drew a breath and waited, waited as he leaned over her and slowly, so slowly, slid himself deep inside her. Then out again. Her back arched, as he watched, her hard nipples pointing and trembling toward the ceiling.
Oh, fuck yeah, he thought to himself.
He pushed the rest of his shit on the desk off it and she helped, hearing it tumble to the floor.
“Do it,” she whispered.
And then he fucked her, watching her as he drilled her hard, fast, even, over and over. And as hard as he did, he saw her fighting it, knowing he had to say it to let her free. She moaned and thrashed but still, he needed her to cum. He needed him to cum.
She opened her eyes and locked with his.
“I want you to cum all over me. Make me yours. Make me filthy. Cover me. Defile me. Make me belong to you for once and for all,” she whispered, completely dominated and taken, completely overwhelmed by him.
“Oh God,” he whispered.
“I want your cum everywhere,” she whispered, her hands running up her belly to cup her breasts, work her nipples.
“Do it here,” she said.
“Do it on my face,” she whispered.
“Ownership, show me, show me you own me, show everyone,” she whispered.
Her eyes were on fire and he was done, ready to explode. He rocked back and forth in a last, feverish powerful group of thrusts in and out of her hot, wet, swollen, abused pussy. She was so slippery, so wet, and he was ready.
“You can cum now,” he whispered.
“Not until you do,” she whispered.
“I’m the boss,” he struggled out.
“Fuck you,” she whispered, smiling.
He laughed and it tumbled his self control like a house of cards until he couldn’t stop, rocking in and out of her.
“Now,” he whispered.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, now,” she whispered, “right here.”
She stuck her thumb in her mouth and opened it for him, offering her full, warm lips for him to aim.
“Oh my GOD,” he said.
He felt it counting down, one, two, three, and he rocked, pulled out and she lifted herself to take his full load pumping out all over face, and her open, waiting mouth.
Watching it was so hot that it made the both of them cum even harder.
After a moment, he pulled her to him on the desk and they wrapped their arms around each other, listening to each others’ hearts and breathing.
Then he pulled his clothes back on and left for a second, coming back with some warm, wet towels. He stopped short walking toward her, as she was tracing her finger through his cum to lick it off her fingers.
“God,” he whispered.
She smiled.
He came closer and gently wiped her face with the towels, and then kissed her gently.
“The boss/secretary fantasy is my favorite…,” she whispered in his ear.
He laughed in that way she loved.
“I love it too,” he whispered.
She pushed off the desk.
“Now help me clean up this mess before my real secretary comes in tomorrow before I give you a goddamned spanking,” he said.
She turned and laughed.
“That’s not any sort of motivation to get me to do anything, you realize,” she said.
“Realize? Try I was hoping,” he said.
The End.
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