Sofia's Boss

6.

By now Sofia desired more of her boss, just as he too did of her.

Two days later she was taking a break from her work, gossiping with several of her work colleagues in the lounge area downstairs, when a voice went off through the PA system saying she was wanted on the phone. Leaving her friends, she went upstairs back to her cubicle and saw her office light blinking off and on. It was her boss wanting her presence in his office right away.

She picked up some files from her desk and went towards his office. She smiled and waved at his secretary who in turn told her to go inside. She knocked on his door before pushing it open.

Dennis was seated behind his desk talking to someone on the phone. The window curtains were closed, blocking sunlight from entering the room.

Sofia locked the door then approached his desk. She dropped the files on the desk—she'd only brought them along so as not to attract any eyes towards her main intention—and came around to stand before him. She held her skirt up for him to see she wasn't wearing any panties at all. Everything was bare except for her tan lines with light blonde hair on her vulva; she turned around and displayed her ass for him as well. She looked down between his legs and saw the unmistakable outline of his prick pressing against the fabric of his pants. Dennis' ear was still glued to the phone, but his eyes were on her. He pointed a finger downward, indicating for her to fall to her knees. Sofia did so and came forward to pull down his zipper. Her hand reached inside the open cavity and she licked her lips as it retrieved his semi-hard prick. It throbbed to life in her hand like an electric cable, pre-cum pouring off its purple-coloured, mushroom-shaped head.

Dennis' hand came on her head and pulled her face down towards his prick. Sofia lapped her tongue up and down his shaft, taking in its musky scent, before spreading her lips to take his cock into her mouth. By now, Dennis was hurrying through the end of his call; he paused for a moment to suck air through his lips before continuing with whomever he was conversing. Finally, it came to an end and he returned the phone to its cradle and brought his attention to what Sofia was doing to him.

"You're such a cock-hungry slut, Sofia," he muttered between gasps as she buried her face down towards his waist, taking nearly every inch of his manhood into her mouth. "Such a hungry slut, you are! I've got some good news for you."

She stopped to listen. "Yes?"

"I've got two friends of mine who'll be arriving in the city next-this Saturday, the day after tomorrow. I'd like to have you around so you could show them a good time. What do you think?"

"Are they black?"

"They are indeed. You got any problems with that?"

"I don't know," she kissed his prick before answering, "I'll have to talk with my husband about it. He's never left me alone with three people before. I know he'd very much love to be there."

"Would he be comfortable with that? If so, then you might as well bring him along. I'd like to meet him."

"I'll call him and tell him just that," she said happily. "He's really going to love that!"

"No problem, dear. Now, how about you keep being my 'Agency Bitch' and suck that cock like only a bitch would?"

Sofia continued on with pleasuring her boss, sucking his cock as hard as she could. Her head bobbed up and down, and with her free hand squeezed his balls in her hand. It went on like this for another couple of minutes until Dennis growled tightly through his lips as he felt his spurt of cum shoot out of his cock into her mouth. Sofia kept on sucking him, swallowing all the semen he had to offer. Some of it dribbled down the side of her mouth, but still she sucked him dry, before wiping her chin with a finger and licking it off as well. She got up when she was done, having tucked his prick back into its former home, then straightened back her hair and blouse. Her nipples were pressing against her top; too bad they hadn't been touched yet.

"Drive over to my pad from here when you're done closing," he said to her. "I'm going to need your pussy for an hour or thereabouts before I send you home."

"My husband and I were planning on having an evening out. I'll have to call him to tell him about my delay."

"Go ahead and do just that. For now, you're dismissed."

Dennis resumed his work while Sofia swished her ass towards his door, turned back the lock, and stepped out of the office.

She noticed something was wrong with the way the secretary was smiling at her. The secretary's name was Mona, and she winked at her and indicated for her to approach her desk. She was a matronly-looking woman in her late-thirties. Her hair was brown and made in a coif. She had a thick-set frame with wrinkles lining the sides of her lips and eyes. Looking at her up-close, one could mistake her to be in her fifties.

"Sorry to stop you dear," Mona pointed at a spot under her chin, "but you missed a spot, right there."

Sofia, embarrassed, blushed right away as she wiped the spot of semen off her face. It was then she realised her second mistake—she'd left the pile of files she'd arrived with on her boss's desk. No doubt the secretary, too, had noticed that. But instead of mentioning it, she kept smiling at her as though delighted with whatever had just happened.

"You sucked his cock, didn't you?" She whispered at her. "Don't worry about it. He's had his fun with me from time to time."

"Really?" This was surprising news to Sofia. Never did she think her boss was screwing anyone else in the office aside from her.

The secretary nodded. "Oh yeah. He's got a big cock, hasn't he?"

She smiled. "Yes, he does. And he knows how to use it."

7.

Later that evening:

"You like my cock, don't you, agency bitch!" Patrik groaned as he screwed his wife from behind. He had her in the kitchen leaning over the kitchen counter. His pants were down between his ankles and his shirt lay open while his hands grasped her waistline as he kept hitting her hard with everything he had.

Sofia held onto the kitchen counter, slamming her ass back at her husband's prick, loving the feel of his cock inside her, though she missed that of her boss even more. Her skirt was pushed up over her ass and her blouse was open with her breasts dangling over the kitchen sink.

"Ohhh yesss! Fuck me, boss!" She cried over her shoulder. "Fuck me with your hot cock!"

They were having role-playing fun: Patrik was being her boss while she remained herself. It was past the hour of seven and she'd spent the last hour in her boss's apartment, having had another roaring bout of sex in his bed. She had earlier called her husband and though he hadn't been happy cancelling their evening out, she'd promised making it up to him when she returned home.

Patrik pulled out of her and led her towards the bedroom. He kicked his pants off his feet and threw his shirt aside as he trundled behind her. Sofia went and sat on the bed, facing her husband. Patrik helped her out of her skirt, knelt before her open legs and licked her pussy. Sofia jerked her hips towards his face, telling him where she wanted him to place his tongue. When he was done, she came on the bed, turned around and presented her ass to him, wiggling it from side to side.

"Boss, will you please fuck my ass now?" She moaned as she then inserted a finger into a gaping asshole.

"I most certainly will, lovely white bitch that you are!"

Patrik climbed on the bed, and grasping the wife's ass cheeks aside, he squeezed the head of his cock through the aperture that was her anus. Almost immediately he gasped as her sphincter muscles grabbed hold of him, wanting to squeeze his load of cum. Sofia was having as much fun she could. Her hand dove between her legs and rubbed her pussy and clit while the throb of her husband's cock filled her inside. She grabbed the sheets and fell forward on her face when a wave of climax imploded in her womb. Patrik leaned forward over her, pulled her face to the side and kissed her frantically while his hips went on slamming down on her. By now, his moment was getting closer to a hair trigger.

"Where did your boss cum in you today?" He asked. His face contorted to stem the tide pressing against his prick.

"Uhhhh... he came... my mouth!" She muttered between cries. "CUM IN MY MOUTH!"

Patrik pulled out of her just in time. He grabbed the head of his cock, and though he spilled some drops over Sofia, she managed to turn around in time and took the head of his cock into her mouth before any more could be lost. Patrik felt like exploding, and muttered an "Aahh... Ahhhh... Aaahhhh...!" cry as his load filled his wife's mouth.

An hour later after they'd showered and lay cuddling in bed, their hands feeling over each other, they resumed their earlier conversation when she'd returned home.

"I'm still mad at you for making me cancel our dinner arrangements for today," he said to her.

"Why? Don't I make it up to you? I told you he really wants to meet with you."

"As long as you're happy with it, then I'm happy with it too. When did he say his friends will be arriving?"

"This Saturday," she said. "Two of them."

"With him involved, that's making it three. Did he tell you where?"

"His place. And it's going to be fun."

"Yes, I can hear the excitement in your voice already. I bet you can't wait for it to happen."

"I just can't, darling. I'm even happier knowing you're going to be there, now, too."

8.

Friday wasn't meant to be a busy day at the office, except that week it turned out to be one. Sofia couldn't wait for the weeks to move into June when she would be eligible for a month's holiday all to herself. Patrik, too, would be away from the office by then. He had talked about them travelling to Turkey and Sofia couldn't wait for that to happen.

Friday came and went, and all the while she was busy at her cubicle, her eyes kept glancing at her office phone. Sofia willed for it to ring, and for the number to be that of her boss, but it didn't happen. She was typing a lengthy memo and because her eyes couldn't stop darting to her phone, she made a lot of errors. Just before she was about to mail it, she glanced at her computer screen at what she'd written and cursed herself. She deleted it and started afresh. Her pussy was crying out to her. She was fighting to ignore its plea, but that didn't stop it from screaming plaintively in her mind's ear. Often there'd been times when she'd been taken aback by her horniness materialising out of nowhere. This was one of such days. She sure could have done with a stiff cock right now to quell her rising temperature. All she could picture was her boss's cock pounding her right now.

Sofia took a break from her cubicle and went to the ladies room. She stepped into a toilet stall, locked the door, hurriedly pulled her pants down to her ankles, then sat on the toilet seat. She wasn't wearing any panties and to her realisation her wetness had imprinted a circular stain on her crotch. She rested her back against the wall and proceeded to masturbate herself. She shut her eyes to the world around her, maintaining only the image of a stiff black prick slipping in and out of her cunt. How she wished it was happening for real right now.

She was on the throes of reaching climax when someone knocked on her toilet door. Sofia nearly slipped and fell from the toilet seat when she heard the sound, and for a moment she didn't believe it was her stall door the knocking had come from. The knocking sound came once again. She looked at the toilet's door and could only make out a woman's feet and nothing more.

"Who's there?" Sofia called out while getting to her feet and pulling up her pants. "This stall is taken."

The person's only answer was another knock on the door. Sofia, frustrated and madly angry at being interrupted, flushed the toilet then undid the toilet's lock. She flung the door wide open, about to bark at her intruder but instantly held herself when she saw her boss's secretary standing there looking at her. There was a knowing look in her eyes; the same type of look she had looked at her with when she left Dennis' office yesterday.

The words hung in Sofia's mouth—What do you want?—but before she could utter them, Mona pushed her back inside the stall, turned around and locked the door then faced her. She pushed Sofia down to the toilet seat, looming over her.

"I can tell you've been naughty in here. I've already locked the main door so we can be alone for a while." She grabbed Sofia by the crotch then gave her an acknowledging smile. "You see? You're so wet already. I saw you coming in here and knew this was what you wanted."

She pulled Sofia's pants down her thighs, licked her tongue over her palm then brought it to Sofia's crotch. Sofia gasped from the cold, wet touch but Mona didn't give her time to relax. She was in full control of the situation in the stall, coming to her side as she drove two of her fingers into Sofia's glistening cunt. Sofia pushed both hands against the stall's walls and kicked her legs out, gritting her teeth as her boss's secretary rummaged her fingers in and out of her pussy. Mona turned to look at her, smiled at the reaction she was getting; she, too, was breathing heavy with excitement.

"Yeah... Dennis has been talking a lot about you. He says you love his cock so much. I knew you were a slut the moment I laid eyes on you."

Her finger-fucking went on relentlessly. Sofia groaned till her voice sounded more like a croak. Her hair fell over her face. Her eyes were shut and she thought she sighted a nebula of exploding stars happening before her eyes. She didn't know when it happened but before she knew it, the stars burst and she climaxed suddenly.

Mona's fingers made squishing sounds as she withdrew them from Sofia's pussy. Still Sofia felt taut; her lips drawn in an 'O' shape while she sat there half off the toilet seat, gasping like a long distance runner. Mona brought her fingers to her lips and licked off Sofia's cum.

"Mmmmm... delicious," she murmured. "Very tasty! Maybe next time you'll be the one to do me the favour."

"As long as Dennis is there to take care of us when we're done," panted Sofia.

"Oh sure, I wasn't going to leave him out." Mona helped her up to her feet and straightened her clothes for her. When Sofia had finger-combed her hair back in place, Mona undid the toilet stall's lock. "We'd better be going, lest someone suspects we've been up to something in here. You go first, while I wash my hands."

There was no one waiting for them in the corridor as Sofia came out of the ladies room. She went up the stairs and back to her cubicle; none of her colleagues around suspected anything. Minutes later she spied Mona walking briskly past her office. No one would ever suspect her of anything resembling foul play.

8.

Friday wasn't meant to be a busy day at the office, except that week it turned out to be one. Sofia couldn't wait for the weeks to move into June when she would be eligible for a month's holiday all to herself. Patrik, too, would be away from the office by then. He had talked about them travelling to Turkey and Sofia couldn't wait for that to happen.

Friday came and went, and all the while she was busy at her cubicle, her eyes kept glancing at her office phone. Sofia willed for it to ring, and for the number to be that of her boss, but it didn't happen. She was typing a lengthy memo and because her eyes couldn't stop darting to her phone, she made a lot of errors. Just before she was about to mail it, she glanced at her computer screen at what she'd written and cursed herself. She deleted it and started afresh. Her pussy was crying out to her. She was fighting to ignore its plea, but that didn't stop it from screaming plaintively in her mind's ear. Often there'd been times when she'd been taken aback by her horniness materialising out of nowhere. This was one of such days. She sure could have done with a stiff cock right now to quell her rising temperature. All she could picture was her boss's cock pounding her right now.

Sofia took a break from her cubicle and went to the ladies room. She stepped into a toilet stall, locked the door, hurriedly pulled her pants down to her ankles, then sat on the toilet seat. She wasn't wearing any panties and to her realisation her wetness had imprinted a circular stain on her crotch. She rested her back against the wall and proceeded to masturbate herself. She shut her eyes to the world around her, maintaining only the image of a stiff black prick slipping in and out of her cunt. How she wished it was happening for real right now.

She was on the throes of reaching climax when someone knocked on her toilet door. Sofia nearly slipped and fell from the toilet seat when she heard the sound, and for a moment she didn't believe it was her stall door the knocking had come from. The knocking sound came once again. She looked at the toilet's door and could only make out a woman's feet and nothing more.

"Who's there?" Sofia called out while getting to her feet and pulling up her pants. "This stall is taken."

The person's only answer was another knock on the door. Sofia, frustrated and madly angry at being interrupted, flushed the toilet then undid the toilet's lock. She flung the door wide open, about to bark at her intruder but instantly held herself when she saw her boss's secretary standing there looking at her. There was a knowing look in her eyes; the same type of look she had looked at her with when she left Dennis' office yesterday.

The words hung in Sofia's mouth—What do you want?—but before she could utter them, Mona pushed her back inside the stall, turned around and locked the door then faced her. She pushed Sofia down to the toilet seat, looming over her.

"I can tell you've been naughty in here. I've already locked the main door so we can be alone for a while." She grabbed Sofia by the crotch then gave her an acknowledging smile. "You see? You're so wet already. I saw you coming in here and knew this was what you wanted."

She pulled Sofia's pants down her thighs, licked her tongue over her palm then brought it to Sofia's crotch. Sofia gasped from the cold, wet touch but Mona didn't give her time to relax. She was in full control of the situation in the stall, coming to her side as she drove two of her fingers into Sofia's glistening cunt. Sofia pushed both hands against the stall's walls and kicked her legs out, gritting her teeth as her boss's secretary rummaged her fingers in and out of her pussy. Mona turned to look at her, smiled at the reaction she was getting; she, too, was breathing heavy with excitement.

"Yeah... Dennis has been talking a lot about you. He says you love his cock so much. I knew you were a slut the moment I laid eyes on you."

Her finger-fucking went on relentlessly. Sofia groaned till her voice sounded more like a croak. Her hair fell over her face. Her eyes were shut and she thought she sighted a nebula of exploding stars happening before her eyes. She didn't know when it happened but before she knew it, the stars burst and she climaxed suddenly.

Mona's fingers made squishing sounds as she withdrew them from Sofia's pussy. Still Sofia felt taut; her lips drawn in an 'O' shape while she sat there half off the toilet seat, gasping like a long distance runner. Mona brought her fingers to her lips and licked off Sofia's cum.

"Mmmmm... delicious," she murmured. "Very tasty! Maybe next time you'll be the one to do me the favour."

"As long as Dennis is there to take care of us when we're done," panted Sofia.

"Oh sure, I wasn't going to leave him out." Mona helped her up to her feet and straightened her clothes for her. When Sofia had finger-combed her hair back in place, Mona undid the toilet stall's lock. "We'd better be going, lest someone suspects we've been up to something in here. You go first, while I wash my hands."