"Clara, can you make sure that Mr Walker gets these documents by 5pm?" a deep voice resonated above her, and Clara looked up at her boss.
Marcus Dean was in his mid-30s, married with a baby on the way and was also (typically) the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. Tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair, warm brown eyes and a voice that could melt butter; she often felt her panties dampen when he spoke to her.
"Yes sir! I'll get them sent across right away!" she smiled up at him, straightening her back and instinctively pushing her breasts out. His eyes slipped down briefly before they moved back to her face - if she had blinked, she would have missed it. It sent a slight flutter of excitement to her stomach that he had glanced at her breasts.
"Thanks Clara. Don't forget to take your lunch break!" he replied, walking slowly towards his office door.
"Don't worry Mr Dean, I'll go as soon as I've sent this email!" she winked cheekily at him "You know me, I like to be thorough!"
He chuckled and waved his acknowledgement as he went into his office. Once the door closed behind him, she let herself relax again and shifted uncomfortably as she realised the effect he'd had on her again.
'I know what I'd like to eat for lunch...'
she thought to herself, pressing her thighs together and biting her lip. Sighing heavily, she hit send on the email she had been sending and locked her computer.
She had been working as his personal assistant for 3 months now and she had fancied the pants off of him since the second she had walked into the interview! Still, he was happily married to his pregnant wife and she knew that nothing would ever happen between them. It was a hopeless crush that she sated with fantasies and her trusty vibrator.
Standing, she ran a hand through her long red hair exasperatedly. It wouldn't do for her to dwell on it - she would go to lunch like she did every day and try not to think about her sinfully sexy boss. As she reached for her bag, she heard her phone ding with a text message notification. Unlocking it, she spotted that her friend, Alexis in accounts, who she usually ate lunch with had been called into an urgent meeting and wouldn't be able to join her today.
'Guess I'll grab a sandwich and eat at my desk instead then!'
she thought to herself.
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The queue at the deli hadn't been too long, so she made it back to her desk pretty quickly. As she was about to sit down, she noticed that Mr Dean's door was now slightly ajar. Curiosity got the better of her and she set her things down quietly and approached the crack in the door. As she got closer, she could hear his slightly muffled voice and assumed he must be on the phone. She reached for the handle to pull the door closed, but as she did, she glanced up and found herself frozen in place by what she saw.
Mr Dean was indeed on the phone. However, it was what he was doing during the call that had caused her to freeze. He was sat in his office chair, angled slightly towards the door. His eyes were closed, his head was tilted back his trousers were on the floor and his hand was wrapped around his cock. He pumped it slowly as he spoke into the phone. Clara's eyes fixed on it and she couldn't help but imagine her own lips wrapped around it instead of his fingers. Her breathing got a little heavier and she subtly eased the door open a little more for a better look. As he continued, she figured that he must be on the phone to his wife and his previously muffled voice was now clear enough that she could make out what he was saying.
"I'd grab your hair and fuck my cock into your mouth slowly" he said quietly "then with my other hand, I'd reach down and play with your tits"
There was a pause as whoever was on the other end of the line responded and he let out a low moan of pleasure that sent an immediate wave of arousal to Clara's pussy. Feeling incredibly naughty, she hiked up her skirt a little and slipped her fingers underneath it to skim against her wet, lacy thong. She kept her eyes on him while she touched herself, watching his hand move up and down his shaft and imagining he was thinking of her. As his speed increased, she became more daring and pushed her thong aside to rub circles at her clit.
"Baby, you're going to make me cum right here in my office" he groaned lightly into the phone.
Clara almost moaned as she pretended he was saying it to her and her fingers moved a little faster.
There was a pause and his hand slowed "Wait, seriously? You're not going to finish this?" his frustration at the person on the other end of the phone was clear. There was a pause and he grunted a response before muttering "Yeah okay. Love you too, bye" and putting the phone down. He sighed heavily and it was at that moment that he looked up.
In her aroused state, Clara hadn't fully registered that his call had ended. It was only when his brown eyes met her green ones that it occurred to her that she was spying on her boss jerking off while she touched herself in the doorway. With a surprised squeak she pulled her hand out from under her skirt and rushed back to her desk, hoping that he hadn't spotted her - the last thing she needed was to lose her job because she was horny for her fucking boss!
Several minutes passed, and Clara began to relax - she had obviously gotten away with it. She breathed a sigh of relief and went to unlock her computer when the door to the office opened fully and Marcus Dean leaned against the open doorway.
"Clara, a word please?" he asked calmly, gesturing for her to follow him into his office. As he disappeared from the doorway, she felt herself start to shake
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck - this is it, this is how I get fired!'
Reluctantly she rose from her desk and slowly walked into the office, her eyes downcast.
