The Boss

I hope you'll enjoy it and feel free to leave your comments and votes at the end. Hannah

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Copyright (c) 2022 B00kl0ver314 - Hannah Teylen, All Rights Reserved.

This work may not be published whether for fee or free without this copyright.

Thanks to Ravey19 for editing.

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. All characters are of age, even when not specifically stated.

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I was, as the biggest cliché in the world, fucking my boss.

We were sitting in his office and I looked at him through my eyelashes. He looked tired, but still impressive. Short black hair with a streak of grey, neatly styled, that radiated professionalism. His beautiful green eyes were framed by a pair of thin glasses that he took off to rub in them. There was just a hint of stubble on his chin which had been shaved smooth this morning. He wore a suit that highlighted his muscular arms which I longed to have wrapped around me. The jacket hung over his chair, his tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone so that I could see just a glimpse of his chest hair which I wanted to trace patterns through with my fingers.

My thoughts turned to a recurring fantasy where I would undo those buttons with my teeth. One by one they would pop open, revealing his chest and then...

My daydream was rudely interrupted by the rumbling sounds my stomach made to demonstrate my lack of food. I grimaced and grabbed my stomach to make it stop.

My boss looked up at the sound and glanced at me with bloodshot eyes. We had been working in the conference room all day and it was getting late.

"If you wanted my attention, you could have just asked," he said with the little smirk I loved so much.

I blushed and averted my gaze. I did want his attention but not focused on the sounds my stomach makes.

"Have we eaten anything since lunch?" he asked.

"No, we have to finish these files to be ready for court tomorrow morning."

The stock of biscuits at the coffee machine had already taken a hit from me, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

"Yeah, but we can't work on an empty stomach. I estimate there's at least another hour's work left, but let's order something to make the last leg seem lighter," he said.

He stretched his arms above his head, his dress shirt tightening around his biceps, and I had to bite my lip from groaning. I wouldn't mind a bite or two of him to quench my hunger.

"Okay sir. What would you like to eat? I can order just about anything. Chinese, pizza, sushi, sandwiches?" I said as I got up and slowly walked towards him like a predator towards her prey.

As I stood up, my skirt having crept up to an inappropriate height, I revealed part of my suspenders, which held up my stockings. His eyes slowly trailed down, eating up the sight as they went. He looked at it with a hungry expression that had nothing to do with food. He swallowed and I could see his Adams apple bobbing. I wanted to kiss it, lick it, taste it, taste him.

I cleared my throat and with a devilish grin pulled my skirt down, I knew that a bit of teasing always worked on him. It had been a while since we had done it in the conference room. With the big case coming up, it had been more work than pleasure. Maybe now was the moment to choose pleasure. It looked like the boss urgently needed some relaxation.

I stood in front of the big table and he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I bent down to take a paper from his stack of files, giving him an unobstructed view down my blouse which was slightly more open than appropriate. His eyes focused on the delicate curved flesh that he could see above the top of my bra. His breath hitched as if he wanted to say something but decided not to. I smelled his cologne faintly. It had faded since he put it on this morning, mixed together with his own unique smell, it was intoxicating.

''Well, what are you in the mood for?" I asked.

My voice a mere whisper in the deserted office. An invitation for him to tell me what he wanted from me, because I would give him anything.

''You,'' he growled and took hold of my head in a hungry kiss.

At last, I tasted the man I had missed. He tasted of coffee and whisky, his two drinks of choice. A sigh escaped my lips as I let his tongue slide into my mouth, exploring and dueling with mine.

He moaned against my lips: "God, it's been too long."

I murmured in agreement and he deepened the kiss even more. I wanted him more than anything. I needed him, to taste, to feel, to have him. The phone suddenly rang and he reluctantly withdrew. I stood panting looking at him still leaning over his desk. My body screamed with desire, my hand clenched around the paper, wanting to throw away the phone and claim his mouth as mine again.

"Good evening Mr. Janssen," he said.

He rolled the desk chair back a bit to stretch his legs and I could see a distinct bulge in his trousers. He didn't sound too upset as he continued his conversation, but the bulge showed my effect on him. His eyes never left my cleavage and he needed to adjust himself to sit comfortably. His hand lingered on his erection, slowly stroking himself while listening to our big client on the phone.

I smiled to myself and slowly walked to my side of the desk. I grabbed my mobile phone from my bag which was on the floor, bending over so he could get a good view of my backside. My skirt had slid up and I felt his eyes on me. With my mobile in my hand, I stood leaning against the table. I didn't bother to pull the fabric down so he could get a good look at the end of my stockings and the bottom of my suspenders. His eyes slowly took a path down my breasts to my skirt. I teased him and myself by stroking the top of my stockings. My fingers lingered as a promise of what we could do.

The conversation lasted longer than I had expected. After I had ordered the food, I looked around, thinking of ways to keep his attention. I walked over to the cabinet opposite the big table and reached for a law book that was on the top shelf. I was just too short to reach it even with my 10 cm high heels. In trying to reach the book, my white blouse had slid up a little, revealing some of my fair skin and the tattoo on my lower back.

I heard a muffled groan behind me. I turned around and saw that he was biting his lip to temper his reaction. With a commanding look, he beckoned me to him. I smiled seductively and slowly approached him.

"Everything is going as planned," he said into the phone.

He pulled at my blouse, the fabric straining until all the buttons popped. The sound of them hitting the floor was deafening in the quite room. I gasped and saw his eyes roam appreciatively over the lacy texture of my bra. With his free hand he rubbed one of my nipples through the fabric of my bra and I couldn't hold back a moan. He stopped immediately, put a finger to his lips and pointed to the phone.

"Yes, the petition was filed on time sir. We passed it on to the registry two days before the deadline and it's been confirmed," he said.

I bit my lip seductively trying to stay quiet when all I wanted to do was scream for him to pleasure me. Mr. Janssen was the client we had been working so hard for the past few weeks and I could not blow a case this big.

He gently pushed me onto his desk and pulled my skirt up so that it was around my waist. His eyes roamed appreciatively, he groaned softly when he saw that only a tiny piece of pink fabric covered my pussy. He quickly masked the sound with a cough.

A heated expression crossed over his face. I bit my lip, my body trembling in anticipation waiting for his next action. He was like a lion, watching and stalking the prey he wanted to devour, but instead of eating me, he wanted to lick me up. He rubbed a thumb over the fabric that had darkened due to my moisture.

Everything this man did excited me and my body was already getting ready for him. My core clenched in anticipation as my breathing hitched with every stroke of his thumb. I was a complete mess and he looked as collected as ever. Calmly speaking into the damned phone that kept him from paying full attention to me.

"We are ready for court tomorrow morning."

Excruciatingly slowly, he teased me with circular movements over the damp fabric. It felt good, but it was not enough for me. I wanted him completely. Impatiently, I pulled down my panties and spread my legs on the desk.

A dangerous twinkle appeared in his eyes. He was fixated on my wet pussy and slowly licked his lips. I couldn't hold back the moan that bubbled up. I wanted his tongue on me. I wanted him to make me scream with pleasure. He shook his head and commanded my silence with an authoritative look that made me shiver.

"Exactly as you asked."

He slipped one finger between my lips, collected my moisture and then moved it up to my clitoris. Small movements were enough to drive me crazy with desire, but I wanted to feel more. I moved my hips upwards and begged him with my eyes. He seemed to understand me because he slid the finger that was teasing my clitoris down again.

But he didn't stop where I wanted him to, or at least not where I had expected him. He slid further down to the forbidden spot between my buttocks. With his wet finger, he caressed me where he had never touched me before. I wanted to protest but couldn't, wouldn't. Curiosity took over. My breathing came out in gasps and involuntarily my muscles squeezed together in apprehension. My body trembled and more moisture dripped down.

"We're pulling out all the stops, Mr. Janssen."

He slowly stroked around and around relaxing me, as he felt my ass muscles relax, he put more pressure on the centre and slid his finger in. I gasped from the intrusion, but the feeling was not unpleasant, just different. It was as if I had so much more nerve endings there than anywhere else in my body. Tingles spread out and gathered in that one place. With his index finger, he slowly moved in and out while rubbing my clitoris with his thumb.

"We have not heard from the other party yet, but I can assure you that we are investigating this matter from all sides," he said as he slowly and thoroughly moved deeper inside me then withdrawing until only the tip remained before repeating those sensual actions.

I had to do everything in my power not to make sounds, but his compelling gaze was enough to stop me. His eyes were intensely focused on where his finger was moving. He moved faster and I felt my orgasm building. Just when I was about to cum, and I was balancing on the very edge, he removed his hand. I couldn't suppress a disappointed moan, moving my hips in desperation. He chuckled and shook his head.

Angrily I looked at him and raised my hand to take care of myself, but he immediately grabbed it in an iron grip. He pulled me off the desk, not a lot of force was needed, his eyes were compelling enough. I knew what was to come and I craved it. I needed his taste on my lips, inside my mouth.

He directed me on my knees as he stood up and undid his belt. I eagerly helped him. I wanted to see, feel, smell and taste him. His trousers and pants hit the floor.

He was tall, hard and stood proudly erect. He sat down again in his desk chair, rolled over to face me and spread his legs. Without uttering a word, the message was clear.

"We'll try to meet all your needs, Mr. Janssen."

I cheekily stuck out my tongue. While he raised his eyebrow, I licked the bottom of his erection. His manly scent and taste filled my senses. I took him as far as I could into my mouth. Slowly, he blew out his breath and moved his hips in a sign for me to move. I began my task with abandon and sucked him hard between my lips.

He hissed and he took hold of my head easing me in a rhythm he enjoyed. I gradually licked his entire length from the tip to his balls and back. At the tip of his erection a trickle of pre-cum was already coming out which I expertly licked up. I let my tongue slowly run around his head. After that produced a satisfactory response from him, I did it again. His eyes became glassy with pleasure and his voice a little hoarser.

"Yes sir, I can assure you that we have put our best people on this case. Hard workers who work day and night," he said looking down at me as his lips quirked up in a smile.

I took his balls in one hand and moved along his length with my other while continuing to lick his tip with my tongue. He closed his eyes in delight.

"Oh yes, very qualified people."

I continued to massage his balls as I took him in my mouth as far as I could. With a hand on my head, he guided my movements. Slowly but surely the pace picked up. I kept pleasuring him with my mouth while he spoke on the phone. I sucked, licked and nibbled as he started breathing faster.

"I can't guarantee anything, of course, but I can confirm that we have a very strong case. I think we are close to reaching the climax," he said with a gruff voice looking at me tightly.

I sucked hard and took him even further into my mouth and his hips began to jerk. I felt his cock tighten and finally he released his load into my mouth. My mouth was filled with his delicious seed, I swallowed it all and licked my lips while standing up.

He sagged in the chair as if I had sucked all the energy out of him. I started to turn, but he stopped me by taking my hand.

"Yes sir, I will certainly keep an eye on it. I will keep you informed. Good evening. Yes, bye," he said when he finally hung up.

"We're not done here yet," he said his voice filled with lust.

He pushed me back onto the desk, the cold wood touching my almost naked back. I gasped as he spread my legs roughly, opening me wide.

"Hmm, looks like the perfect time to eat," he said with his head above my pussy.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and flicked my clit. I groaned spurring him on. As if his energy suddenly had returned with the first taste of me, he began to lick thoroughly between my neither lips. From top to bottom, with occasional special attention to my clit. When he stuck his tongue deep inside me, I couldn't hold back my moan.

"Oh, yes Sandra, moan loudly for me. I want to hear you scream out with pleasure," he murmured against my pussy lips.

When he put a finger inside me and started sucking on my clit I didn't stop myself and grabbed his hair and moaned his name loudly.

"Oh, Mr. Peeters."

He looked up at me and said, "God, it's so sexy to hear you moan my name like that. You know what it does to me."

"Yes, Mr. Peeters," I moaned.

He continued to devour me, speeding up the pace of his hand. When he added a second fingers my muscles clenched around it, pulling it in. I wanted more, needed more of him. As if he felt my need he added another finger. I felt the feeling inside me grow, building with every thrust of his fingers and every lick of his tongue. Then he added a third finger, I couldn't take it anymore and I came moaning loudly. My muscles clenched around his fingers, my hips jerked and the orgasm flowed through my whole body. He kept stroking me until I calmed down.

While I was still reeling from the fantastic orgasm, he was ready with a condom around his erection. I lay on the desk with my legs wide and he stood between me.

He pushed the tip of his erection against my opening and said, "You know what I've always liked about this table?"

"Hmm, no what?" I said moving my hips so he would come inside me.

"It's the perfect height for this," he said as he pushed himself fully into me.

I cried out. He was so big and filled me so completely. It was everything I had been waiting for.

"Hmm yes, that feels so good Mr. Peeters," I said.

"You know what that does to me when you say my name so sensually," he said.

He took hold of my hips again and started moving. His thumb rubbed my clit like a craftsman again. Still sensitive from my previous orgasm, I felt myself rush to climax again.

"Oh yes! Mr. Peeters, yes! I'm going to come!" I exclaimed.

He quickened his pace and I felt myself tighten around him as my orgasm hit me. My hips jerked wildly while my core squeezed around him.

He whispered in my ear as he pulled out, "I'm not done with you yet."

He lifted me up and laid me with my breasts on the desk and my rear up. The cold surface cooled my overheated skin. My nipples hardened almost painfully and pushed into the desk. The smell of the wood mixed with all the papers filled my nostrils.

He rubbed my buttocks and stroked my little back door again with a finger. He pushed his cock into my pussy from behind filling me up deeper than before. When he was fully inside me he circled my other hole with his finger. I moaned from the sensation tingling through me. I didn't know if I would like it, but I sure as hell knew I wanted it with him. Gently he pushed one finger into me, rubbing me delicious.

"Next time I'll take you here," he said as he moved his finger in the same rhythm as his cock.

I couldn't control my moans anymore and I let myself go completely. He moved and with each thrust he touched me with his finger. It gave me the extra stimulation I needed. Unspeakable things came out of my mouth, sounds I had never uttered before, but I didn't care. I felt like I was floating in a haze of pleasure. My next orgasm overwhelmed me and seemed to take over my whole body. All my muscles contracted and I cried out in pleasure.

"One more," he whispered.

He went faster and harder, losing control of his thrusts. He felt like a man possessed chasing the high he needed.

"Mr. Peeters!" I cried out my vision blurring from the pleasure.

The sounds spurred him on and after a few more thrusts, he came groaning my name. He enveloped my body with his when he slumped over me. In his arms I felt safe, at home.

"Let's continue this at home, Mrs. Peeters," he whispered in my ear.

"Gladly," I murmured.

The End

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