It had been four months since my boss, Ken, used my body for his own pleasure in our Executive Conference room kitchenette. He may be 24 years my senior but still made me cum harder than any man my age. Flashbacks would hit me at any given moment, sending ripples of pleasure through my stomach and making me crave him every moment of every day. It didn't take much more than a waft of his cologne or hearing him speak to soak my panties.
I expected him to blow my mind on a regular basis after our first encounter but other than a few hungry looks, nothing had happened in the last four months. Don't get me wrong... there were times my aching pussy drove me to flaunt myself in front of him like a cat in heat. I even started wearing shorter skirts and more shear blouses. When skimpier work attire didn't bring out the animal in him I resorted to barely there lingerie under my blouses, once even showing just a hint of my pretty pink nipples through a white top. Nothing worked! This man had serious self control and I was becoming annoyed and self conscious... was it something I had done wrong?
An unexpected but flattering side effect of my new clothing was that the Vice Presidents were showing me a lot more attention, even bringing in coffee and treats for me. I loved the extra glances and lingering conversations because in all honesty, I do so enjoy a mans attention. On a beautiful Friday afternoon a senior VP named Frank came to my desk, chatting about a new boat he had recently purchased. "You know, Linda, I'd love to take you out and show you the scenery... the sunset is breathtaking against the lake." He said to me, reaching out and squeezing my hand quickly before winking at me. I agreed to him picking me up the following evening without a second thought; after all there are few things I enjoy more than being in the water on a summer night. Besides, office relationships were frowned upon but not prohibited. Some expensive wine and beautiful views aren't what I'd call a relationship anyways.
It didn't dawn on me that Ken may have overheard the entire conversation until his deep voice boomed from his office... "Linda come in here." I rose quickly, straightening my skirt and taking a deep breath before entering the room. "Sir?" Why did my eyes fall to the floor and my slender hands clasp behind my back so naturally? I mused to myself that submission truly did come effortlessly. "Close the door and take a seat." He directed, pointing to the small sitting area near his desk. I could tell he was upset and I started to feel panicky. Would he fire me?
I did as I was told and moved towards the seats. Before I was even fully sitting he had jumped to his feet so quickly it left his chair spinning; in two large strides he was standing directly over me. "Do you think I haven't noticed you flouncing around the office?! Shorter skirts and tighter tops..." He was straining to keep his voice low but I could feel the raw anger coming off of him. "Now accepting dates with your superiors like a common whore! Is that what you are?! You WILL cancel tomorrow evening with Frank immediately!" My face flushed and I was feeling my own emotions get the best of me... who the fuck did he think he was?!
"Now just a moment, sir..." I fired back, preparing to stand up and face off with him. I felt his hand come down hard on my shoulder as he shoved me back into my seat. He took my long ponytail and wrapped it around his fist, tipping my face up and forcing eye contact. "You couldn't get what you wanted from me so you resorted to the help, Linda? You're to the point of needing cock that you're willing to take anything, aren't you?! That's the problem though, I told you... you're mine. Mine to toy with, mine to do whatever the fuck I want with. Now you've done it." He was hissing and half talking to himself through clenched teeth.
"Get on your knees and bend over the coffee table right now!" Ken barked, tossing me to the floor. My mind was racing... how rough would he treat me this time? The lock on the door clicked and I heard his footsteps as he walked back towards me. Although I had waited for this moment for months, I was feeling anything but turned on... actually I felt like I wanted cry. Is he right? I asked myself. Am I nothing more than a cock hungry whore? Flaunting my body to any man who would look? Maybe I am no good, I told myself.