Thank you to lowflyingkiwi for editing :kiss:
This is dedicated to my favorite Italian Stallion... this would not have been created if not for our sexy PM's
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Jill Sinclair walked into his office with a no-nonsense attitude. She had an air of sexy confidence.
The outfit she was wearing was just as alluring as the others she'd worn every day for the last fifteen months, since Robert had hired her.
It consisted of a slim-lined straight black skirt that covered her thighs. It had a slit running up the side nearly to her petite waist.
Her low-cut red top would have knocked him totally out of his socks, if he could have seen it properly. The black blazer she wore kept up the professional appearance, but it covered the sheer silk material beneath.
Her long legs, which seemed to go on forever, were clad in silk stockings and on her dainty feet were four-inch black stilettos. A French knot pulled her long auburn hair away from her face, but left most of her gorgeous curls unbound to cascade halfway down her back.
Her sparkling green eyes observed his surprise as she walked into his office without knocking.
"Mr. Alessandro," she announced, walking straight towards his desk. "Your meeting for two this afternoon has been canceled. Do you wish me to reschedule it?"
Robert looked up quickly from his desk and met her eyes. His face was flushed; he knew he had been caught. Hidden behind his desk, out of her view, his pants and boxers were around his ankles. His hard cock in his hand.
He felt his blood engorged member give a twitch in arousal at the thought of her catching him. Seeing her unconsciously lick her warm red lips had him again imagining them wrapped around, and sucking, his cock, he grew harder still.
Robert brought his hand up onto his desk as he left his cock waving freely below. He was enjoying the feeling of being exposed in his total arousal without her knowing ... concentrating to appear normal, but knowing his flushed face couldn't be hidden.
Jill looked into his dark eyes and saw that he looked ...confused? ... annoyed? She was not sure what emotion was crossing the lines of his face. She stepped closer to his desk. "Mr. Alessandro... are you all right? You don't look... well."
As she walked closer, Robert's cock flared and his heartbeat rose. He was unable to utter anything sensible, and covered his mouth with his hand to splutter a fake cough.
He pressed his belly against the edge of the desk, his cock tip rubbing on the underside, precum leaking down his shaft. All he could think of was her rich red lips pressing down on his hard-on.
"Sir... are you okay?" She asked again, as she leaned over the desk, getting closer to him. Her jacket lapels widened and her breasts nearly spilled from the already too low red top. As she began to move around to the side of his desk he stopped her with a signal of his hand. She looked into his warm brown eyes and waited. There was an emotion there she had seen fleetingly before and her heart raced as she recognized it: lust.
With their eyes locked staring, he knew that she knew ... maybe she couldn't tell that her boss's cock was waving freely under the desk, but she sure understood that he wanted her ... right there and then.
He cleared his voice and said, "Thank you, Ms. Sinclair. Have they given any indication of a new meeting time?"
Another thing he knew is that she was very much available to him. Maybe he could stand up and show her what she does to him ... it's just a moment of craziness ... he tried to concentrate on her reply.
Jill licked her lips again and stared deep into his eyes, hearing his question, but not comprehending at first. She stammered as she fought to pull her eyes away from his. "No... No they haven't... I guess the rest of the afternoon is free for you."
She watched him as he moved a hand back below the desk. A rush of heat swarmed through her. "Mr. Alessandro.... are you sure, there is nothing I can do to
help
you?" She asked as she ran her tongue around her lips again. Her nipples tightened to buds as she imagined what he might be doing beneath his desk.
Jill Sinclair, a young grad student who couldn't find a job in her field in the current economic climate, was hired fifteen months ago by Robert Alessandro to work as his primary secretary. And she had been hopelessly in lust with him for the last fourteen and a half of those months.
His six-foot-two frame was solid, but not overly muscular, though Jill knows that he works out regularly. She knows everything she needs to know about her boss. His social calendar is nil, except for the occasional cocktail/dinner soiree with the higher-ups. He attends the gym three times a week. He has a maid come in to do his cleaning and laundry once a week at his home. His mother invites him to dinner every single Friday evening.
The hardest part about knowing everything about Robert Alessandro is that his mother, his cleaning lady and his secretary are the only three women in his life. He's too damned intelligent, warm, friendly, caring and good looking to be without a woman in his life... a serious one.
Jill stared deeply into his warm brown, lust-filled eyes. She wished that she could see beyond the desktop; believing she would find his luscious cock tenting his pants. He might have even unzipped his trousers a little to allow it some freedom. She has adored his athletic frame for months, from his tight ass to his muscular thighs and has occasionally glimpsed his glorious manhood, covered of course, when he had worn his shorts to the gym. She had wondered fleetingly what, or rather who, might have caused his aroused state.
Robert's breath caught in his throat when she leaned closer and offered to help him. The stress in the word
help
was revealing. What had he been thinking? He had made partner so quickly and now everything was at stake because he'd been stupid enough to get caught wanking by a secretary.
Maybe not... maybe it was just his imagination. As much as he was trying to act cool, his now throbbing cock was taking control. The whole idea of being caught with his pants down, literally, was driving him insane with lust. The words slipped through his lips. "I'm not sure, Jill ... uh Ms Sinclair ... I feel rather hot, my forehead here ... could you feel it for me, please?"
As Jill walked around his desk her heartbeat escalated. As much as she wanted to look down into his lap, she forced her eyes to concentrate on his face... on his words. She placed her hand on his forehead. It was cool, though his face was flushed.
Her eyes, of their own accord, drifted and she saw the purplish tip of his cock beneath his shirttails. Jill Sinclair had never been brazen before, but an overwhelming urge swept through her as the words simply tumbled from her mouth. "Mr. Alessandro... I don't think a fever in your forehead is your problem." She winked at him as she bent to push his chair back to get a closer look at his glorious cock.
Robert stared at his, until then, very prim and proper secretary. She had seen him exposed and would either a) call his own supervisor and report his unsavory behavior or b)
God help him,
she might take his cock into her warm, wet mouth and relieve him of the pressure that had been increasing steadily since she walked into the room. Her wink told him she would much rather do the latter and for that he was eternally grateful.
What could he do other than grin? He put on a dumb smile and let his buddy play the game: his cock seemed happy to be given the chance to show itself to the object of his greatest desire. Her rich breasts, oh those fine looks.... Robert couldn't help but roll backward a little more in his chair, thoroughly exposing his raging hard-on, spreading his thighs a little more and saying "Any idea how to solve this problem, since we have plenty of time now this afternoon, Ms. Sinclair?" Calling her by her second name made the situation even more taboo and increased his arousal.
Jill had no words, and no second thoughts, as she dropped to her knees and ran her perfectly manicured nails up the inside of his thighs. His cock twitched in anticipation and she stared hungrily at his meat. She lightly kissed the tip and it twitched away from her lips. Her left hand moved to wrap firmly around the base of his shaft, to steady it as she began again. Her tongue made a lazy circle around the plump head and as she began to take him deeper into her mouth, her tongue spiraled downward around and around the length of him until he was nearly fully into her wet mouth. Gods, he tasted like heaven. His thickness stretched her mouth wide open and she knew that he would soon fill her wet, aching pussy.
Robert leaned back in his chair and moaned very softly at her expert ministrations. She was good... damn good. Her lips and her tongue rolled over his stiffened cock like they were meant to be there... meant to please him. His right hand fell softly upon her head and he ran his fingers through the silky auburn tresses as she began to bob up and down the length of him. His eyes rolled back into his head, but not before a brief glance at his partially open office door. His words were strained coming from his throat: "Ms. Sinclair. Do you think we should have a little more privacy?"
Jill glanced up into his eyes, her mouth still around his throbbing member. The slight jerk of his head told her that she had forgotten to close the door when she had come into the office. Without a word she released him from her mouth with a slight popping sound, got up off her knees, and went to the door. She closed it soundlessly and then turned the lock. She flicked off the overhead lights, but the sunshine still illuminated the room through the windows. To anyone passing by, it would seem that Mr. Alessandro was not in his office.
She slowly walked back to his desk, removing her black blazer jacket and exposing her bare, tanned arms. She watched him admiring her and it gave her a powerful feeling. She threw the blazer towards the couch in his office, but it landed short, onto the floor. She didn't care. She walked back behind his desk, got to her knees once again and continued as if there had been no interruption.
Robert felt his balls tightening within minutes of her coming back to kneel before him. He liked her in that position. Perhaps a little too much. "Ms. Sinclair?" His voice was filled with husky desire. "I need to fuck you." Her eyes met his and she raised an eyebrow while her lips were still around his cock. "Very soon," he added.
He gently extracted himself from her, feeling the loss at once. He knew it would soon be inside of her willing snatch and this thought made his cock twitch again with delight and anticipation. Robert pulled her to her feet and then placed his lips on hers in a hungry kiss. Their tongues were twirling and twining with each other. She moaned low into his mouth and the hunger grew.
