I was sitting at my desk, processing orders and talking to clients on the phone and just basically bored out of my mind. I was also talking to him on Messenger. There was something about him that just made me smile when we talked, and something that made me do all sorts of things I shouldn't do, just because he asked.
This time, he told me to take off my nylons and panties and put them in the desk drawer and lock it -- bad girls like me don't wear panties with skirts. I got tingles all through my body just reading that. I blushed, glancing up to make sure that my office door was closed, then complied. He made me take a picture with my ever-present digital camera to prove it.
Of course, just this little indiscretion wasn't enough for him. Sure, I was sitting in my office without panties, but where was the danger in that? For one thing, I had my legs closed, which just wouldn't do. He had me sit at the edge of my seat and spread my legs as far apart as possible, opening my pussy up for him (or anyone who walked in). He had me pull my skirt up to my waist and take another picture. He was pleased with how wet his little slut was getting.
When I read that, I had to close my eyes and moan softly.
Still not satisfied, he told me that he wanted my nipples to be hard and poking out. He wanted everyone to see what a horny little girl I was. I took off my jacket and placed it over the back of my chair before I toyed with my nipples. At first, I just stroked my fingers lightly across them. Then, I began rubbing them harder with my thumbs. Soon, I was pinching them and pulling them, twisting them slightly for that bare hint of pain that made it all that much better. By the time I took that picture, my pussy was a dripping mess. I proved that, too.
I wanted so badly to cum, and I told him so, and he had me lean back in my chair, legs spread up and over the chair arms, and slide my fingers up and down my wetness. I took another picture for him, and another as my fingers slowly entered my achingly-empty hole. Another picture, this time of my fingers rubbing my clit, then another one as my back arched and I started to cum.
I bit my lip, grinding my hips against my hand, thrusting up at a cock that existed in my imagination but that I wanted so much to be in me at that moment. My gasps and moans escaped erractically as I tossed my head from side to side. And when I was done, I licked my fingers clean and tried to compose myself again.
And that's when I looked up and saw my boss standing in my doorway, a look of shock on his face.
I froze in my seat as my eyes met his, and I could feel the flush creep over my skin. We both just stared at each other for a moment, trying to find some scrap of etiquette learned along the way that might be adapted to this sort of situation. What should I say? Do? Why oh why wasn't the earth opening up and swallowing me?
He cleared his throat and quietly said, "Please come to my office, Ms. Matheson. Immediately." Then, he turned and walked away.
I quickly signed off of my computer and straightened myself a bit more before rushing to his office. I didn't have time to put my panties and nylons back on, so I was extremely self conscious as I entered the room with him staring hard at me. He had me close and lock the door and told his secretary to hold all of his calls. Then he looked at me so intensely and seriously that I was sure I was about to be fired.
"Sit down, Ms. Matheson," he said. "I'd like to talk to you about what I just saw in your office." I gulped and nodded as I almost collapsed into the chair across from his desk. "It seems to me that you weren't doing your work, were you?" he asked, sternly.
I shook my head, "N-no."
"Well then, what were you doing, Ms. Matheson, if you weren't doing your work?" His eyes pinned me to the seat and much as I wanted to look away, I couldn't.
"I-I was... um... p-playing," I whispered, using the first euphemism that popped into my head. The flush on my face deepened as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Playing?" he said with dry amusement. "And what were you playing with?" He smirked at me and glanced down at my legs. I nervously pulled my skirt down, but he said, softly, "Don't."
My breath caught in my throat as I opened my mouth to answer. I gulped again and said, "With my um... self. Sir." I couldn't take it any more and finally looked down at my hands in my lap. I looked up again, though, when I heard him move around to lean on the front of his desk. I bit my lip as he stared down at me and gasped in suprise when he moved his hands away from where they were clasped in front of him, revealing a bulge in his trousers.
"With yourself," he said slowly, ignoring the fact that my eyes kept wandering down to stare at his cock. "Playing with yourself on company time. Tut tut, Ms. Matheson, that's hardly what we pay you for, now is it?" He smiled down at me, almost kindly, and I nervously smiled back.
"Well, no sir, I suppose it isn't." I answered.
"Right," he replied, "because if we paid you to play with yourself, why ... you'd basically be a company prostitute, now wouldn't you?" He laughed, and I tried to laugh with him, though at this point I was getting a bit confused. Was I going to be fired? Reprimanded? Let off the hook?
"What would you think of that position, Ms. Matheson?" he suddenly asked. "This isn't the first time I've seen you flushed and breathless on the job, and I doubt you've been running marathons in your office. Do you often play with yourself on the job?" His left hand was now stroking idly up and down along his cock and I was mesmerized by it.
"I... well, I suppose... kind of often," I replied, lamely. I couldn't seem to think that clearly while he was standing just two feet away from me, stroking his cock through his trousers and acting as if there were nothing unusual happening.
"Why don't you do it, now?" he said. His voice was suddenly huskier and his eyes were sparked with lust as he gazed down at me. For my part, I was of course aroused by this virile and handsome man who was so obviously aroused by me, but more importantly I was overcome with disbelief that it was really happening.
My mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out, so he spoke again, "Play with yourself, Ms. Matheson... I know you want to. And I definitely want you to, too." With that, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick, hard cock so that I could see it. I licked my lips and moaned. "That's it," he said, "if you want to see me stroke my cock for you, you have to give me something to watch. Now spread yourself like you did in your office, and play for me."
I nodded, mutely, never taking my eyes from his cock as I slouched down in the chair, shyly pulling up my skirt. His gasp of pleasure was followed by a twitch of his cock as my pussy came into view, and that gave me the confidence to once more spread myself wide with my legs over the chair arms. This time, though, I had an audience.
I wasn't too surprised to find myself wet. Between my earlier orgasm and the sight of my boss stroking himself, I was practically dripping. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, getting them nice and wet before I started to fuck myself for him. Two fingers moved in and out of my soaking pussy as my thumb rubbed back and forth across my clit. My hips moved in the air, grinding against and invisible body, begging for more penetration than my fingers could provide. The gasps and moans that escaped from my open mouth encouraged both of us to speed up.
