Fucking my boss…

I wished upon a star… 

Cerhah

The board meeting ran late into the night and being the resident geek, I was tasked with ensuring the tech did not fail us. It was not unusual to work late into the night. Techval Corporation was international, with offices in India, New York, China and South Africa. I watched the big bosses stream out of the conference room through the CCTV cameras. Watching them, the power seeping through the monitors was palpable, it was not from their titles, or suits; believe me, am sure one cost what I make in three months, no, it was how they carried themselves- the walk, the poise, the stature.

flirt

I watched my boss exchange a few words with legal. Since my first day in TechVal I had been smitten. It was not in the pubescent-crush type of smitten, it was in his aura. His eyes radiated strength, his stance confidence and his voice, well, it sang of will, determination, success and authority. I remember what he wore then, not because I was creepy like that, but because that was the day I knew what the end game would be. He was wearing the same look today, eight months later.

He wore a dark blue suit, the full ensemble plus the waistcoat, a white crisp shirt, black Italian dress shoes and a dark grey tie with tiny white anchors. I imagined binding his wrists with it, tying him to a chair and taking my time to do some very bad things. Was he into my kind of kink, would he let Mistress play or would he be the one to tie me up. The thought made me all hot and bothered. I felt the dampness between my legs flow to my thighs.

Holy shit, this was not happening. I had worn a white pencil skirt, nude pumps and a turquoise silky top. My no-panty rule was going to get me in trouble. Checking the back of my skirt confirmed my fear, my need was displayed for the world to see.

My panic was interrupted by my phone beeping. Speak of the devil.

Serah, can I see you in the conference room?

Yes sir.

I kept spare clothing in my office, but that was two floors down, I would never make it in time because for one thing, my boss did not forgive tardiness. It was time to play poker, I could do this, or so I told myself.

The walk to the conference room took so long, I felt like I had been walking for hours.

Serah, I need your help with something on my laptop. Come.

Just like that, my cunt clenched and wept some more. I could feel my wetness sliding down my thighs, soon it would pass my knees and away from the protection of my skirt. I should have worn pantyhose.

I need to input a table of content in this document but since I created the first, the consecutive three are a pain.

This is going to take me a few sir.

That is fine by me. I am a patient man.

The way he looked at me was driving my hormones into overdrive. That or I was misreading the situation. The problem was that he was using his laptop on the high table by the wall and that meant he would see my stain.

I will work on it at the conference table sir.

No, here is fine. I have been seated for hours, I need to stretch my legs. Are you okay. You seem flustered.

You think? I muttered to myself.

Pardon?

Nothing sir, just muttering to myself.

I set to work on his document and he went for a water from the mini-fridge. I heard the fridge door closed and froze.

This was it, the moment of truth. Any second now he would turn and see that stain, holy shit, what would I say?

I waited for what felt like eternity, the question did not come.

He casually walked to my side and asked if I was done.

Yes sir. All done.

You sure, seems like you are just getting started.

I watched him twist the cap and wished those long masculine fingers were twisting and touching things in me, on me.

Oh god.

No Serah, it’s just me.

The way he looked at me, I knew this was the end game, the time had come. The cards were on the table, would I fold or would I hold.

I have to go sir. Have a good night.

I know, I was taking the cowards way out, but that passion and need saturating the air was messing with my head, if I stayed one more second, I was going to fuck my boss, unapologetically- for the moment.

I was close to the door when his voice cut through the silence.

Stop!

The command was clear, the power in that word literally stopped me in my tracks. My cunt clenched painfully hard. I was in need of possession, she needed, fuck, demanded total domination.

I heard him come behind me, his front touching my back. I felt his breath on my neck, and I couldn’t help but expose my neck to him, my eyes closed, waiting. The kiss was light, tentative, and sweet. The back of his hands explored my bare arms, caressing, gasoline to the fire already stoked.

When I first saw you, eight months ago, I knew this would happen. I wanted you then, I want you now. I have been patient, watching, needing, wanting. Tell me you do not want this and I promise I will try like hell to stop.

Was he for real, was he fucking messing with me. Wasn’t the satin on my ass enough, hell, did he want a freaking neon sign.

No Serah, I do not need a fucking neon sign, your affirmation is enough.

I could detect the smugness in his voice. I was literally speaking out loud tonight. What had gotten into me?

Well, my inner goddess was high on sexual overdrive. Let’s play, she whispered to me.

I wound my arm grabbed his belt and proceeded to lead him to the conference table. I pushed him to the seat at the head of the table then sashayed to the other end. His eyes were on me, assessing, wondering what I was upto.

He wanted naughty, sexy and playful, he was in for a treat. I took off my top and watched his sharp intake of breath, my boobs sat proudly encased in a pink 36 D-cup bra. I climbed atop the table and crawled sexily to him, my big breasts swinging left and right, straining against the constraint of the bra. His eyes gave away his need, if I asked, he would take me there and then, but this was a game, one that I wanted to play. I turned around and knelt; legs tucked under my butt, hands open on my thighs, my gaze down- the sign of submission.

Papi, am all yours.

Oh Serah, you are something special.

I felt his hands on my thighs as he pulled me closer.

I want to taste you, all of you. Indulge me for a moment kitten, is the stain I saw mine, does watching me from your cameras make your cunt wet, should I ease your need, or should I watch you break from the sheer intensity?

I was not one for words when actions served me better. I rose to my knees, unzipped my skirt and took it off. I stretched my arms fully on the table, ass up and postulated before him, my cunt to his face.

The sharp sting took me by surprise, wiping off the smirk on my face. I cried out softly and edged towards him.

Oh, you like that kitten? A little pain, a little pleasure?

Yes papi. Make it stop, please.

He grabbed my cheeks and dug face deep into my cunt, licking, sucking, tugging- a murderous onslaught. He knew when to lick, when to suck and when to lightly glaze with his teeth.

My moans reverberated through the room, a vocal declaration of need, desire, total submission.

I felt his thumb on my pucker, slowly massaging, and kneading, requesting entry and like a brave Viking on the gates of Valhalla, I relaxed, letting him in.

Oh papi, I need, I want, oh god…fgjfgjegjiegofsdwia.

My moans grew deeper, my statements incoherent…I wanted release, needed it, craved it!

Say it kitten, say it.

I could hear the strain in his voice. It pleased me that he was barely hanging on. I was on my knees and he was nearly undone, what would happen once I sat on his cock- eruptions?

I want to cum daddy, please say I can cum.

He pushed his thumb in my ass and sucked on my clit real hard and I came, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, I was in fucking Nirvana. I was rolling in the skies, skating on the clouds, I never wanted this feeling to end.

I came off my high to find a naked mortal on the table laying in front of me and without skipping a beat, I crawled on him and took him in my hot depths, inch by inch, watching the emotions play on his face.

Christ woman.

No papi, it’s just me.

And with that, we exchanged a knowing look, our first inside joke.

I rode this beautiful man, using my thighs as leverage. With every stroke, I kegelled, and each time, he got this wild look on his face. I was the grim reaper, each stroke a grasp of his soul.

I rode him like a mad man, not giving a inch, not a quarter, His arms gripping my waist, squeezing with every tightening of my cunt.

God Serah, I am gonna lose it. You are driving me insane.

Is there another way to fuck papi? I asked innocently, eyelashes fluttering. I want all of you.

I leaned forward, changing my stroke, squeezing the head with every stroke, varying the speeds- fast and slow, gyrating my waist. I was gonna blow his mind, kill him with passion, drown him in pussy.

His breaths were getting labored, this was it, I gently bit his neck and he came with the sexiest growl I have ever heard from a man. He held me so tight I was afraid I was going to break.

Oh Serah…

Mmmh papi! I whispered, as I kissed him like my life depended on it.

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. levikemari says:

    you’re super talented…
    its like i dive into another world when i read your articles

    Liked by 1 person

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