*Sunday Boss*

FM, reluc, cheat, job

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I'd only had a couple of hours sleep before my alarm went off. I knew it
was a bad idea to go clubbing when I had to work the Sunday morning
shift at the call centre. It pays really well and it's only a 4 hour
shift, so I can spend the afternoon with Stephen. I spent the night at
Stephen's place but we didn't do anything sexy last night cause he
partied too hard and got tired.
I was running late and didn't have time to get home for work clothes. I
couldn't wear my party dress on the bus though. It's a short skimpy
black dress, with a low cut back, a thin neck strap and no sleeves. I
grabbed a baggy jumper from his wardrobe and slipped it over my party
dress. It was still kinda short but made it look like a skirt. It didn't
look too bad and at least I wouldn't be late for work. Stephen was still
asleep when I left and ran for the bus.

It's not so bad working on Sunday morning because I am the only person
on our whole office floor. My team leader, Stacey, isn't here on
weekends so I don't have to put up with her bitching at me. I threw my
stuff down under my bench and got the phone lines ready to take calls.
The building was really warm and stuffy because the airconditioning
doesn't operate on Sundays. After taking a couple of calls I slipped the
baggy jumper off and laid it on the floor of my cubicle. I was happy to
have such an open dress on in this heat. There was no-one here to see me
anyway.

Work was going ok, with just a few more calls. Then I got one from some
creep who makes obscene phone calls. He has called many times before and
I knew his voice. Stacey tells me to ignore him and hang-up but I am a
bit weak to be like that. Every time he tells me how he wants to be with
me, and make me kick and moan. He talks about touching me and teasing
me, pleasuring me deeply and how one day we will be together so he can
stare into my magic green eyes. It's almost like he knows when I am at
work but I guess he hassles other girls too. It was a quiet shift so I
let him ramble on about what he wanted to do to me. In some ways it was
kinda fun to hear his sexy desires but still kinda creepy.

I was about to hang-up on him when he asked me how my boyfriend Stephen
was. A shiver ran up my spine and I squealed as I cut the call off. I
sat back in the chair with my heart racing. How does he know Stephen?
How did he know that my eyes really are green?
I was terrified that I had a real stalker after me now. My hands started
to shake at the thought of some maniac wanting to get to me. I closed my
eyes and tried to calm myself down. As I was resting, I heard a noise
shuffling behind me and my heart raced again. I jumped up from my chair
and turned to face the noise. Tears came to my eyes with joy when he
introduced himself as our company owner, Mr Kyvinson. I had never met
him before but I knew the name from all the company emails that go
around. I probably wouldn't have recognised him anyway as he was in
loose casual clothes instead of a suit.

Mr Kyvinson could see I was upset and I told him about the caller, and
how that maniac had been calling me for a few weeks now.
"That'll do for now Angel", he said as he reached to the console and
flicked the phones to offline.
"Come with me, there's no need to work more today ". I walked to the
other end of the floor with him to his office where he offered me a
chair. It's a very nice office, with soft leather chairs and an amazing
polished oak desk. I sat in the soft white leather guest chair as he
closed the door and walked behind his desk. He leaned over and pulled
out a bottle of scotch from his desk draw. Mr Kyvinson poured two shot
glasses and passed one of them to me.

"Call me Kevin", he said as I took the shot glass from his hand, "Its
Sunday so there is no need to be formal".
I smiled at him and tossed the scotch back. It went down into my empty
stomach and I shook my head as the vapours filled my mouth and warmed me
inside. I put the shot glass back on the desk and then pulled my dress
down as far as it would go ...it's a bit short for sitting opposite a
manager. As I looked up to him again, he had already re-filled the shot
glass for me.
I took it from the desk with a smile. "Do you always drink on company
premises ?", I teased.
He laughed, "That's one of the great things about being the boss".
"Besides, there isn't anyone else working on this whole floor today to
see us".

Mr Kyvinson laid back in his chair and paused for a moment. "You know, I
am concerned that maybe you aren't cut out for this call centre work"
My heart sank as I thought about what he meant by that. He must have
been talking to Stacey - she hates me. Now I am here at work dressed
like I don't care, and throwing tears because of some crank caller. I
just knew what was coming. He was going to get rid of me. In the few
seconds where I was supposed to reply to his concern, I couldn't say
anything. I had nothing to say. I began to weep as I felt lousy and
scared again. Mr Kyvinson was surprised by my crying.
"Oh no, don't do that... there's no need"

Mr Kyvinson got out of his chair and came around beside me. He kneeled
down beside me and passed me another drink. As I took it from him, he
gently lifted my chin up with his finger and smiled.
"This crank caller really has you spooked", he stood up and moved behind
me. He placed his hands on my shoulders with genuine concern.
"Oh I didn't mean anything bad... I just meant that maybe there are
other things you could do in the company that would suit you better Angel"
He chuckled,"You know, as the owner, I can make those kind of changes
happen."
"Tell me more about these calls, what does he say that worries you?"

As I began to explain about the things the guy talks about, and wants to
do to me, Kevin started to softly massage my shoulders. His touches were
sooo relaxing and I really opened up to him about the sex caller. My
small shoulders melted under his strong hands and I found myself telling
him about sexy details of the calls that I wouldn't normally dare say to
my boss. He was really understanding about my fears and soothed my
tension with his rubs and gentle squeezes on my shoulders. After a while
he lifted my hair up and worked his thumbs up the back of my neck. He
pressed his thumbs into my flesh while his fingers supported my head.
The probing massage was really quite distracting so I closed my eyes and
stopped talking. It felt so good as he drained all the tension from the
muscles in my neck. As he massaged, my head slowly fell forward and he
worked the full length of the back of my neck.

When I opened my eyes a few moments later I noticed the neck strap of my
dress had come undone and fallen down. I didn't think too much of it and
closed my eyes again. My neck was like jelly and I felt so warm in the
face now. Slowly he tilted my head back and started to rub his thumbs
around the bone near my ear, his forefingers slid under my jaw to
support me. My ears were glowing with heat from the whisky. I really
shouldn't have drunk so much on an empty stomach, especially only a few
hours after clubbing too. With small circular motions he worked this
thumbs behind my ears and then forward to my jaw. His fingers slid
forward to my chin by now. As his hands moved forward, my head tilted
back more and more as he supported me. My head was soon tilted fully
back. The scent of his man hands drifted up my nose as the tip of his
forefinger brushed around my chin and passed across my lips. Without any
thought my lips softly kissed his fingertip. As soon as I realised what
I had done, my eyes shot open wide and I found myself staring at the
ceiling.

I leaned forward and sat up straight again. He laughed gently, "There is
no need to worry ...I am just pleased you liked it". My Kyvinson drew
his hands back to my shoulders. I was a bit embarrassed about it so I
covered the moment by grabbing the shot glass of the desk and tossing
back another drink. Mr Kyvinson didn't seem to mind me drinking all his
best scotch. As I leaned forward to put the glass back on the desk his
hands slid down my back a little and he massaged my shoulder-blades and
upper spine. I soon recovered from my red face as his soothing hands
worked on me. I felt a little ashamed that I was liking his touches. I
really shouldn't be letting my boss do this to me.

His fingers worked down gradually under my arms and thru to my ribs.
Before long I realised that his fingers were brushing against the front
of my black party dress. With the neck strap already gone, I knew the
only thing holding my dress up was my tits ...and they aren't so big! I
quickly opened my eyes to look down. Luckily, it had only fallen down a
bit but was still hanging on my pointy tits ok. It was then that I
noticed my nipples were hard and really obvious thru the thin black
dress. I kinda hoped that Mr Kyvinson didn't notice how much I was
turned on.
I leaned slowly back in the chair which meant he had to take his hands
off my back. As I relaxed back in the leather chair, pretending nothing
was happening, he slid his hands down the front of my chest and his
fingers moved across my tits. He softly teased my nipples with his
fingers. I closed my eyes and felt my dress fall away down to my waist.
My whole naked chest tingled with excitement and I could feel my tits
were fully puffed out.

"Wow Angel, you really did come here straight from the party", Mr
Kyvinson chuckled. He was amused by the fact I had no bra on. Before I
could answer, he cupped my breasts with his hands and softly squeezed.
"But these perky young things don't need help staying up, do they?".
My head was spinning and I felt dizzy. The heat of the whisky, my
nervous heart rate and the rush of my boss making me hot was too much
for me to speak. I guess he took my silence as consent and continued to
massage my tits with his hands.

A few moments later my cell phone rang. It was on the floor in my
handbag. I just knew it would be my boyfriend. I couldn't ignore it or
he would get suspicious. I reached up off the chair for my phone and Mr
Kyvinson lifted his hands off me. I leaned forward more to get the phone
and as I did I heard the chair being kicked away. As I pressed the phone
to my ear, Mr Kyvinson grabbed my hips and lifted my dress up around my
waist. As I began to talk to Stephen on the cell phone, Mr Kyvinson
started to plant hot kisses on the back of my panties.
Stephen told me he wanted to come to my office and collect me after my
shift at midday. He needed directions and I tried really hard to explain
the route but I kept making mistakes with my words.
When Mr Kyvinson had kissed my ass in many places he drew my panties
down and flicked them to my ankles.

I found it really hard to listen to Stephen as Mr Kyvinson started to
kiss my bare ass cheeks. I didn't want Stephen to know what was
happening but I didn't want Mr Kyvinson to stop! His man hands held my
skinny waist firmly as he pressed his face and lips into my warm ass.
"Oh my god", I blurted out when I felt my boss lick my ass. Realising I
was losing control, I quickly told Stephen that I had spilled my coffee.
Mr Kyvinson could hear I was struggling to speak to Stephen but it
didn't slow him down any. He took his hands off my waist and held my ass
cheeks. Slowly he opened my ass cheeks wide and plunged his tongue in.
He was licking and probing my ass crack with his tongue. My ass was
getting wet from his saliva but that only made me feel hotter.
As he pressed his face deeper into my ass, he pushed me forward across
his big oak desk. I was holding myself up with one arm while I tried to
finish the call with Stephen. Being seduced by my boss was a wild rush
but with Stephen on the phone I was filled with guilt and fear. All that
disappeared in waves of pleasure as his tongue started to tease my
asshole. I had never been licked there before, especially not by my boss!
I quickly told Stephen I had to go... and hung-up before he could reply.
I knew he'd probably call back later but it was all too much for my mind
just now.

I pushed the cell phone away from my body and I held myself up with both
arms now. My hair fell down around my face as I closed my eyes and
lifted my hips higher into the air for Mr Kyvinson. My mind was racing
about the things my boss was doing to me, and how I chose to hide it
from Stephen just now.

It was then that Mr Kyvinson's hand started to feel my mound. His man
hands almost felt dry and rough against my soft pussy. I'd only waxed
yesterday for the party so it was silky smooth, bald and tender. I could
feel my pussy heat glowing into his hand as he cupped me. He gently
teased my pussy lips with his fingertips but it wasn't long before his
tongue slipped around and lapped at my pink mound. He gently leaned me
further forward across the desk and buried his face in my pussy. His
magic tongue dancing around my clit and his mouth eagerly drawing heat
from me. His lips and tongue teased my clit and my whole pussy grew
hotter and hotter.

I knew what was going to happen next as he pulled his face away and slid
his hands around my waist again. I gasped as I felt the heavy head of
his cock pressing against my hot moist mound. Slowly he teased and
pushed it around between my pussy lips until it found my hole.
"Oh yes", I squealed as I felt the fat head of his cock pop inside of
me. He held it still there for a moment and I could feel my hole stretch
tight around his meat.
Slowly he started to push his rod inside me deeper. I could feel the
whole shaft move along and inside me. He had made my pussy so wet and
hot that it went in like magic. His cock wasn't huge but it felt lots
heavier than any guys I knew before.

I couldn't believe it when my cellphone rang again so soon. I knew it
would just be Stephen again wanting to arrange our lunch. I started to
reach my arm out to find it on the desk when Mr Kyvinson leaned over me
and grabbed the phone first. I'm kinda pleased he hung up on Stephen
cause I was in no condition to speak. I heard the phone drop from his
hands to the office carpet.

I knew Mr Kyvinson was getting excited cause he was starting to whisper
things to me ...he hadn't done that before. I was hot for his shaft too.
His pounding from behind while I leaned across the desk was just driving
the blood to my brain. It was my spinning drunken head making mean moan
at first but once I started I couldn't stop. He was slow fucking me over
and over ...each time he pulled out almost all the way and then back
inside until he filled my belly with his shaft. I wanted him to go
faster but he ignored my moaning. I started to buck my hips back at him
and he liked that. He started to speed up. His heavy cock had worked my
pussy so well that I was almost dripping. I felt my pussy ripple and
pulse around his meat. Mr Kyvinson liked the feel of that so I gave him
a pussy squeeze deliberately.

He responded by pumping me faster... Now I moaned on Mr Kyvinson's every
stroke because his weighty cock was so powerful inside me. It seemed to
be getting bigger as he got close to cumming. He was holding my hips
with his hands and I could hear the slapping noise as his body thrust
into mine. His balls were starting to hit my pussy too now as his
thrusts got stronger. I stopped moaning and started to yelp. I couldn't
stop myself from speaking as he worked me into a crazy state of
pleasure, "Oh Mr Kyvinson, I wish Stephen could fuck like you do!"

He knew when I was coming because I squealed aloud. My pussy gripped and
spasmed around his cock. I held my breath as the waves of pleasure ran
through my whole body. My nipples ached they were so hard now and sweat
ran down my face.
Mr Kyvinson gripped my hips tighter and drew me into him even more. His
cock couldn't go any further inside me and I felt the rush as it
unloaded. I bit my lip in pleasure as his cock pulsed and flicked
inside. I could feel it spit hot white cum into my belly. Everytime I
felt it shoot I cried 'yes', which only seemed to make more cum shoot
out. He held his cock still the whole time and unloaded fully. So much
power in his man shaft!

He slow fucked me again for while until I had recovered. I felt really
empty when he pulled his heavy cock out of me and moved away. Mr
Kyvinson patted my ass softly and left the room, "I'll give you some
privacy".
I stood up still feeling dizzy. My tangled hair was hanging down over my
face, my dress was a crumpled black mess around my waist. My bare wet
soaked pussy was glowing hot and pink.
I wiped the sweat from my face and then pulled my dress back on
straight. As I was brushing my hair I saw my phone on the floor. I kinda
forgot about that falling. When I bent down to pick my cell phone off
the floor I saw it was flipped open. The screen on my cellphone said
'Last call ended: 12 minutes'.

Mr Kyvinson had not hung-up my cell phone when he took it from the desk,
he had actually answered Stephens call and left the line open for him to
listen...
My mind raced in panic as I realised Stephen heard it happen. Heard him
with me! Heard it all happen to me!!
I couldn't find Mr Kyvinson near his office so I ran back to my cubicle
to get my baggy jumper. I quickly went outside and headed for the car park.
I must get to Stephen and explain.

As I walked past the security guard post I asked the guy if Mr Kyvinson
had left the building yet.
My heart stopped beating for a moment when the security guard replied,
"No Miss, Mr Kyvinson has been out of town for several days now, not
back until the end of the month. Holidaying with his wife in Paris you
know."
The guard smiled and opened the gate for me.
I couldn't speak!
My heart raced and fear surged through my whole body as I realised that
the man pretending to be Mr. Kyvinson in the office just now was the
madman who had been stalking me all these weeks.
My legs were weak and shaky as I walked home.
I was in a panic thinking about everything that had just happened to me.
Wondering how that man had got into my office, my life, and now my body!



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