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THE BIG BOSS

By Courtney Sweet
http://erotic.stories.by.courtney-sweet.com/


(MF, oral, cheat)

The office was small and she stood back from his chair waiting for him to
turn around and speak, the summons had not been specific except for the time
and now everyone had left except her.

"You wanted to see me sir?" she asked hesitantly.

"Close the door" he replied without turning from his work.

She closed it, her back leaning upon the door panel, she hoped she wasn't in
trouble; it turned her on terribly when he reprimanded her, although he
rarely did.  Despite the fact that she and her boss were both married, she
had secretly been in lust with him since she had first been interviewed for
the job, she didn't even know him particularly well, it was purely physical.
He was tall and broad, she was only as tall as his shoulder and totally
intimidated by the power that seemed to emanate from him especially when he
was close.

"How are you finding your position here Tiffany" he inquired, still without
turning to look at her.

"Oh, very good sir, I'm really enjoying the work and the people are great"
she stopped there, feeling the hot flush rise up her throat and spread over
her face.  It was suddenly rather hot in the small office, and she wished
that she didn't get so worked up every time she was close to her boss like
this.

"You are happy working here?"

"Oh yes sir, very happy, I really enjoy the work" she was starting to feel
nervous now, was her job in jeopardy, was he working up to dismissing her?
She swallowed and waited for him to speak again.

"What about me?" he asked plainly.

"You sir?" she replied blankly.

"Yes, how do you feel about working with me?" he turned to her now his stare
appraising her flushed appearance and her hand still gripping the door knob
as if ready to escape at the slightest possible chance.

"I. I. well I don't know, I mean I like working with you sir, very much" she
stuttered, the redness in her face deepening, she averted her gaze, looking
at his shoes instead of his face.

"Very much? How much is very much Tiffany?" he replied, rising from his
chair and slowly taking the three steps that separated them.  He was quite
close now, she felt like there was an intense heat radiating from him.

"I don't know what you mean sir" she replied her voice cracking into a husky
tone; she cursed herself silently for her lack of self-control.

"I think you do" he replied quietly, his finger raising her face to connect
their gaze again.

"Oh god, is it really that obvious?  I'm so sorry sir, I try to be discrete,
I can't help it though, it's just that every time you are in the same room."
he kissed her then, breaking the babble of confession with a long gentle
lingering kiss.

All sense of propriety crumbled in that one gentle kiss, she had no power
over her own desire, and his actions stoked her fires until they became a
raging furnace within her.  Her arms twisted up over his broad shoulders and
around his neck, pressing her breasts against his hard chest, her body
aligned against his.  He groaned at the feel of her, so small and delicate
in his arms, yet she kissed him with such passion.

He lifted her easily his hands spanning her tiny waist, his leg between hers
supporting her weight while he ran his hands up beneath her blouse.  Her
nipples were like hard pebbles against his palms, he had no idea she was so
hot for him.  It had been a gamble summoning her to his office; he had
merely thought to get an idea of how she felt about him by way of
questioning her about her work.

When she had entered his office he had been battling to remain in control of
his own physical attraction to the petite receptionist.  That was until he
realized she was enduring the same battle in order to remain in control of
her own desires.  He couldn't resist the temptation to test the waters with
a small kiss and the ferocity of her response left no question in his mind
of her feelings toward him.

"God I've wanted you for so long Tiffany" he murmured, his mouth closing
over the exposed nipple of her left breast.

Tiffany's head rested back upon the door, her eyes closed as she reveled in
the intimate touch of his tongue upon her skin.  "Oh Aaron" she sighed, it
was the first time she had used his first name within his hearing, as far as
he could remember she had always called him sir.  He liked the way his name
sounded upon her lips, and when she said it like that it made his cock throb
longingly in his pants.

His fingers were stroking her sex through her panties, they were quite
soaked with her musky scented juice and he badly wanted to taste her.
Turning he carried her to the desk, her skirt was bunched up around her hips
and he knelt in front of her looking directly between her legs.  The damp
patch on her pale pink underwear was quite obvious; he drew her panties down
and off, gently kissing up the inside of her thigh he pulled the lightly
haired lips of her pussy apart exposing the deep pink engorged clitoris
nestled within.

He looked up at her but she was breathing shallow little panting breaths
with her eyes closed and her head tilted back.  She was so adorable, he
flicked his tongue across her clitoris, savoring her musky taste and looking
up at the sound of her moan of appreciation.  Then he sucked on it, rotating
his tongue around the slick little nub and running the tip of his tongue up
and down it's length.

Tiffany's body shuddered at the attention, her whole body responding with
sexual bliss to her boss' intimate ministrations.  She nearly climaxed two
times, but each time he would slow his tongue, teasing her around the edges
of her labia and probing the entrance to her vagina until she moaned with
frustration.

Aaron, stood up then sat back in his chair, unfastening his pants he pulled
Tiffany astride his lap, her wet pussy met the hot dry skin of his cock and
she rubbed back and forth over his rigid hardness.  The feeling was
electric, Tiffany's eager struggle to take him inside her matched by his own
need; he lifted her beneath her arms and lowered her upon his erection.  The
long drawn out moan from Tiffany almost threw him over the edge.  Her whole
body tensing as she slid down over his cock to engulf him in her rich tight
pussy.  She was exquisitely wet inside and the firmness of her buttocks
filled the palms of his hands as he pulled her down until he was all the way
inside her.

Tiffany tried to pump herself up and down upon her boss's cock, but she was
unable to find purchase, as her feet didn't quite touch the ground.  Instead
Aaron lifted her slightly and began driving himself in and out of her as she
clung to him.  They covered each other with kisses, their breath coming in
panting sighs of ecstasy.

"God I want you Tiffany" Aaron groaned as her pussy convulsed around the
rigid shaft of his cock.

"Oh Aaron, I never dreamt it could be this good" she sighed, her half clad
body sliding against his as she rode him.

"You dreamt of this?" he asked softly.

"Yes" she replied simply and honestly.

"When?" he managed to whisper as he nibbled the curve of her neck.

"Oh god, I'm cumming again" she wailed, her body quaking in his embrace and
her inner muscles clinging tightly to his shaft.

"When?" he insisted, ramming deeper as she climaxed around his throbbing
member.

"All the time" she replied "I think about you all the time, at work, at
home, even while I'm driving home" she confided.

"And?" he breathed, feeling his own control waning.

"And what?" she gasped

"What happens when you think about me?" he gasped hoarsely, his balls
tightening.

"I get hot and I fantasize that you are doing exactly what you are doing now
to me" she moaned, the thickening cock inside her quivering hole driving her
mad with pleasure.

"Oh god, do you masturbate when you fantasize?" Aaron asked with a groan of
resistance, trying to hold off his orgasm.

"Yes, I rub myself when I'm at home or in my car, but sometimes I have to
leave the office and find a little privacy in the ladies room if it gets too
much to handle at work, I've even imagined it's you fucking me when my
husband and I are making love" she told him teasingly, gripping him tightly
with her pussy muscles.

"Oh god, oh god!" he cried, driving himself deep he held her slender hips,
his head flung back against the chair, his hips rising slightly as he
exploded inside her.

They rested against each other catching their breath, his cock still inside
her as she sat in his lap.  "If you ever have to leave the office again.
because of me, I want you to let me know Tiffany, I will find a way to be
with you any time you need."

"Thank you sir" she replied playfully, kissing him gently on the lips.


© Courtney Sweet 2003

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