The Boss

I feel his eyes on me again.

It's been this way since I took over for his aging secretary, Ms. Woods, three months ago. He's constantly undressing me without laying a hand on me.

And I wish that he'd lay a hand on me, slide some of his fingers in me, put his cock inside of me, fuck me.

As much as I'd like that, he doesn't go that extra step. He just undresses me with his eyes. I've wondered what would happen if I took the bull by the horns.

I can feel his eyes undressing me again. And then I hear his office door shut behind him.

This is just another day at the office, only not quite. It's closing time and people are rushing, trying to clear out as fast as possible to get to their weekends as fast as possible.

I've got some filing work to do, trying to catch up on the week. I glance over at inner office that has his name etched on the glass of the door. The door is shut but he's in there; I never saw him leave.

I keep filing for about a half hour and then I can't do it anymore. I can't think of anything else but what I've been thinking about all day. Since I got out of bed, in fact. Since I dressed specifically for the occasion. I've been thinking about what I want all day long. And I can't wait any longer.

I walk to his door and knock softly. He hears me and welcomes me in.

"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Kellogg?" He's looking down at something, reading something, in fact. There are so many things he can do for me.

I unbutton my blouse slowly. But he doesn't look up, engrossed in whatever it is that sits on his oak desk. Slowly, my black bra becomes visible. Slowly, my tan skin above and beneath the bra becomes apparent. Then the blouse is on the floor and I'm reaching back and unzipping my skirt.

"Miss Kellogg," my boss says again, trying to prompt me into answering his question. He's playing formal here. He knows my first name but he doesn't say it. He doesn't have to. He'll be screaming it shortly.

"Shhh," I say and let the skirt hit the floor and then I'm just in heels, black high-cut panties and my black bra. He looks up at my shushing and realizes for the first time that I'm deadly serious about this.

My heart is hammering but I'm anything but nervous.

I reach his desk and I lean over it, letting him take in my tits. I reach forward and grab his hands and start to bring them toward my breasts but he fights me.

That unnerves me a bit. Isn't this what he's always wanted? He never gave me any indication that he didn't desire about this before. I feel the ring on his finger and immediately understand what his problem is. But I'm determined.

"Oh, baby," I coo to him, "if this is what's wrong, why don't we just do something about it?"

I place my forefinger and my thumb on the gold band and start to slide it off when he pulls back both of his hands and slides the ring back onto the finger.

"Don't fight this," I say under my breath, my voice sounding demonic even to me. I want him. He's wanted me. But when it comes time to act on what he's been fantasizing about, he can't pull the trigger? Bullshit. We're doing this.

I come around the side of the desk and corner him in his chair. I'm not taking no for an answer. I put one of my feet up onto the chair, my toes in his crotch, touching his hard cock. I smile and rub the sole of my shoe up and down his length.

"Don't fight this," I say again, my voice sweeter than honey now. I remove my foot and then I'm on his lap and kissing his hot, wet mouth before he can even think to stop me. I shove my tongue into his mouth and twirl it around his. His hands are in my hair, then down to my ass.

"Do it, baby," I say and he shoves his hands into my panties and he sinks his fingers and his fingernails into my cheeks. Yes, I think, and keep kissing him, savoring the rough touch of his hands on my ass. I want so much for him to just slide a finger up my crack but, if it's been so difficult getting him to submit to this much, I doubt that kind of thing will ever happen.

My hand goes to his crotch and I'm rubbing his hardness through his pants. I note that he wears no underwear as I can't feel any through the material. I find his zipper and free him and then I creep downward, forcing his hands from my ass.

I'm on my knees with his cock in my hand and then in my mouth, my tongue driving him towards ecstasy, swirling up and down and then around the head, licking the underside with quick flicks. I take him down my throat again, as far as I can go without gagging. He's thick and lengthy, a beautiful combination. Up and down on his pole I go, my oral skills making him go crazy.

It's not long before I feel him starting to tense for his orgasm and I wonder if I can keep him from coming but then he's spurting and some of his spunk hits the back of my throat and I swallow. I remove his cock from my mouth and let him shoot the rest of his come onto my face and tits, just like in a porno.

When he's finished, he leans back in his chair, exhausted, sweating profusely. His cock remains in the zipper hole of his pants, slowly going soft but not really shrinking. I marvel at this.

"Christ," he says at last.

I think he's talking about our experience but he's looking at his watch and gathering his shit and making for the door.

Oh, fuck that, I think and get there before he can.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I demand.

"I'm late for dinner with my wife," he says and moves me from my post in front of the door.

"Thank you so much," he says just before he leaves.

No kiss, no promise of something more. Just thank you.

Oh, fuck that.

To Be Continued...