Office Fireworks

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Apophenia

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My boss, Dennis, paused next to my desk. "Coming to the fireworks show tonight, Amanda?"

I glanced up and shrugged. "Maybe. Or I might be stuck here all night with this project you handed me at the last minute."

Dennis chuckled. "I know you can handle it. I'll see you at the party, then."

Cocky bastard. My eyes drifted down as he walked away. His ass in those jeans was obscene. I blushed and looked back to my desk.

Ogling my boss was a stupid idea. For one, he was my boss. Second, he was a playboy. He went through women like I went through wine. Honestly, probably faster. I wasn't above a decent boxed wine.

Third... Maybe there was no third reason. Relationships were difficult, and since I failed to make one stick in college, now it felt like it was too late.

Ok, yeah, no more depressing shit. My friends were right. I needed to get out more.

At 7 p.m., I finally lifted my head from the stack of papers spread all over my desk. The party started at 8. Well, I was already here, might as well stay.

An hour later, I tossed my jacket over the back of my chair. Summer nights were warm, but the office was cold. Since I liked the sun on my skin at lunch, I wore a jacket over my sundress indoors. If it got any colder in here, I'd need a space heater. Maybe that would make them turn up the damn AC.

Rubbing my arms, I headed toward the elevator. The rooftop of our office building had a great view of the city's fireworks. People kept sneaking up there to watch until the higher-ups finally decided to throw an annual party. Might as well capitalize on the morale boost.

I smiled at my coworkers, who politely acknowledged me before returning to their conversations. As usual. They were nice people; I just kept to myself, did my work, went home. Parties weren't my thing. Free drinks, though, were hard to resist. I grabbed one and meandered into an out-of-the-way corner.

That's where I stood -- in the back, in a corner, holding a drink and smiling at anyone who noticed me. My manager kept telling me to go to one of these things, so here I was. Hugging a wall. At least the fireworks would be nice.

"Hey, you're here!" Dennis stepped out of the elevator and headed straight toward me.

"Yeah, woohoo." I lamely waved my glass.

He swiped the glass out of my hand and took a sip.

"Hey! Get your own!" I grabbed it back.

Completely unapologetic, he grinned. "Oh, whiskey girl, huh? I'm learning new things about you already!"

Rolling my eyes, I smiled anyway. He was ridiculous. Hot, funny, sexy ass -- if he wasn't my boss...

What? What would you do, Amanda? Say hi more often?

Yeah, I wouldn't do shit, but my subconscious needed another drink so it would shut up. The bar was crowded now, though, and I didn't want to leave my corner. It was a nice corner. Even better with Dennis here, like he was all mine right now.

He leaned closer to be heard over the rising noise level. "This isn't so awful, is it? You should come to more parties!"

I glanced over the rim of my drink. "I'm basically a wallflower, Dennis."

"A pretty one. Nice dress." He winked.

I blushed. Mortification deepened my blush. Maybe he wouldn't see it in the dark.

Dennis chuckled and casually put an arm around my waist. "Sorry, don't mind me. Can I get you another drink?"

A drink would be good. Then he'd have to stop touching me and my brain could stop spinning. Something about how close he was made it really difficult to think.

My stupid mouth said, "No, thanks. I have to drive later."

Maybe I was already drunk.

He smiled and his hand slid lower, basically palming my ass now. A little thrill went through me. My cheeks heated.

Leaning towards him, I teased quietly, "Careful. People might get ideas." The crowd wasn't looking at us, though. Music began to play. The fireworks were about to start, and all eyes were on the sky.

"Oh, live a little, Amanda!" He chuckled. My friends said that a lot, too.

I mean, I didn't hate it -- his hand on my ass. The last time some guy had felt me up was... Nah, counting the years was too depressing.

But this guy was my boss. I should have stopped being a wallflower and done something. The problem was, I had no idea what to do. That had always been the problem. When a guy flirted with me, I just kind of froze up.

I sipped my whiskey as my heart jumped in my chest. My boss wasn't flirting with me, I tried to convince myself. He was just teasing. Messing around. Being himself. My heart slowed.

I side-stepped a little further into the shadows, hoping he'd get the message. But he followed, his hips bumping my side as he kept his hand firmly on my ass. My heart leaped again. Heat rushed everywhere -- down my stomach to my core, up my neck to my face, and straight into my confused, tipsy head.

In an effort to shake my thoughts clear, I said, "So, that project is mostly done. Like you said, it wasn't that hard."

"Mmhm. Good, good," he said as he gently squeezed and rubbed my ass. "See, I knew you could handle it."

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. Fluttery nerves made breathing difficult. My boss' approval always made me feel good.

And now it became something more. My thighs clenched, heat gathering between my legs. Maybe it was the proximity, the drink, the bold way he was groping me and I was letting him get away with it. Maybe it was the darkness and the fact that anyone could catch us at any time. He'd pull away soon, go join the crowd, but right now, he was mine.

Even when his fingers curled in my dress, bunching it up until the warmth of his palm curved against the bare skin on my ass, I only swallowed another sip of whiskey, my eyes on the crowd, watching for anyone to look our way. No one did. Without that excuse, I couldn't make myself move. If I pretended everything was fine and normal, then there was no reason to stop him, no reason not to enjoy a little male attention even though I knew I shouldn't. Alcohol and lust buzzed in my system. I might've moaned, too softly to be heard.

We were standing close, but not too close. Just two people at a party, waiting for the show. My red face was probably undetectable. Maybe it was just the whiskey. The crowd faded away, the party seeming separate from us.

A faint hint of discomfort drifted in the back of my mind as his fingers dipped under the hem of my panties. But he only slipped his fingers in and out, teasing at the rounded curve of my ass. That's all this was. A tease, a game. In a few minutes, I'd be a sad, shy, lonely girl again.

Biting my lip, I leaned just slightly against his hand. Right now, I didn't want to be a sad, shy, lonely girl. I wanted to be bold, reckless, a little stupid. Even if my boss was a playboy.

He didn't waste the opportunity. At the hint of pressure, his fingers raced down the hem of my panties and curled between my legs. I froze. He was touching my pussy. He had his hand on my pussy.

A little shift, and his hand wasn't just on my pussy, his fingers were beneath my panties and stroking my sensitive flesh.

He leaned into me, and I just barely heard him say, "Amanda, you naughty girl. You're dripping wet. Is that all for me?"

"N-no. Ohh..." I moaned, barely able to get a word out. My thoughts had completely fled. There was only the slick tension between my thighs, his fingers spreading my arousal, and the heat of his body next to mine.

"Are you sure?" he said softly. "Who are you thinking about, then? Do you have a boyfriend, Amanda? Anyone I know?"

"No boyfriend," I gasped. My back arched at his continued exploration of my drenched folds. This would be the time to pull away. Nothing good could happen if I kept letting him touch me.

"Good." He shifted, moving behind me, pulling my back to his chest, my ass against his pelvis. The bulge that pressed against my lower back sent a thrill of terrible excitement through me. He wanted me. My boss wanted me. Warmth flushed my cheeks. I semi-consciously lifted to my toes, rubbing my ass on his erection. Oh, we really shouldn't be doing this.

Plucking the glass from my fingers, he set it down. In that same motion, he dragged down my panties, then his fingers traced up my inner thighs. A warm breeze caressed my soaked pussy lips. What was he thinking, taking off my panties? What was

I

thinking, letting him?

My legs trembled, my knees weak. He rubbed my needy pussy again, and I almost collapsed, but he wrapped an arm around me. I couldn't get in a full breath. His fingers felt so good and so wrong at the same time. My mind tripped over the intelligent decision -- telling him to stop, pulling up my panties, running away. I couldn't. Not yet. Maybe after he slipped just one finger inside me. That would be too far. Yes, I could wait a little longer.

The faint sound of a zipper somehow reached my ears. Lost in the heady sensation of carefree lust, I didn't process it.

Not until his cock pushed between my legs.

I went completely still, not even breathing.

Maybe it was just my imagination. He wouldn't fuck me right here, where anyone could see us. The noise and the crowd came sharply into focus. Maybe it was just the side of his hand.

But that silky slide in my wet folds was unmistakable. Nothing else felt quite the same as the velvety hard flesh of a cock. Back and forth, he coated his shaft in my juices as I stood there, unable to move, my head feeling faint from lack of air but my lungs had forgotten how to work. This wasn't what I wanted. This just went from fun and risque to dangerous and frightening.

When the large tip of his cock nudged at my entrance, I flinched, my body jolting into action, my feet tangling in my forgotten panties. "Dennis, wait, we shouldn't--"

He held me tighter and spoke into my ear, "Shh, no one will see us. Just be quiet, Amanda, baby. That's a good girl."

Pop.

A single bright spark shot high into the sky, whistling as it climbed. My eyes followed the streak of light up and up. Dennis reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. I should stop him. I shouldn't let this happen.

As the first explosion went off, he pushed inside me. My back arched instinctively.

I gasped, biting down on the sound despite the fact that no one would hear me. Everyone was looking up at the dazzling, booming display. No one was watching us as my boss' cock slowly spread me open.

"Dennis, wait! I-- ohh... please, I don't think--"

"Shh, baby. You feel so good. So tight and wet. Just a little more, baby, you can take it. Shh." He rubbed my clit harder, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock as he thrust in deeper. Inch by slow, purposeful inch, the entire length of him sank into my altogether too eager pussy.

My boss' cock was buried inside me. He was fucking me right here where everyone could see. I scanned the crowd wildly. If a single person noticed us, they all would, they'd all turn and stare at us instead of the sky.

Maybe someone would arrive late to the party. The elevator was only a few feet away. I wanted to be close to the exit so I could duck out without anyone noticing. In my mind, the elevator doors opened, someone screamed and pointed, and dozens of eyes watched as my boss slammed me against the wall and fucked me. They wouldn't hear my muffled cries, my protests that I didn't ask for this, didn't want this -- they'd just see my dripping wet pussy.

"You're so tight, Amanda," Dennis groaned, his voice snapping me back to reality -- which was only fractionally better than my runaway imagination. My boss' thick shaft was still filling my body.

"S-stop," I gasped. "Please... Ah!"

He pulled out and thrust back in. Maybe he didn't hear me. My coworkers cheered at the crackling display, and loud music surrounded us. I didn't want to call attention by struggling too much or shouting. I just wanted him to pull out, to stop making it so hard to think.

He just kept thrusting. Thrusting and murmuring about how good I felt, how long he's wanted to do this, how hot my pussy was, how beautiful and wonderful I was. Thrusting and fingering my clit. Groaning into my ear.

All I could do was hang on and stare at the crowd. None of them were going to stop him, not unless I screamed. I should scream.

I couldn't.

It was too embarrassing now. They'd catch me with my panties around my ankles, my boss' cock buried in my pussy. My coworkers would never look at me the same way again. I'd be the office whore. Even if they didn't immediately assume I was some kind of exhibitionist slut, I'd still be horrified and embarrassed.

His speed increased, his fingers moving faster too. My inner muscles tensed and refused to relax. Pleasure assaulted my senses, melted my already-dazed mind. And all the while, he told me what a good girl I was.

My whimpers were lost in the whistles and booms. His approval tingled in my veins, mixing with the overwhelming pleasure coiling between my legs. He pounded into me harder. I gasped.

"Dennis--" I turned my head toward him, intending to tell him again to stop.

"Shh. That's better. Good. Good girl." His warm breath fell on my lips. I whimpered and lost all control of my body.

Pleasure crested and broke, crashing through me as he relentlessly drove in and out of my twitching tunnel. Moans fell from my lips as my inner walls massaged his shaft. I was cumming on my boss' cock. The tiny, rational part of my mind was horrified. The rest of me shuddered in ecstasy. A wave of humiliation followed the peak of my pleasure, which inexplicably set off another spasm in my pussy. This was horrible. Horribly fantastic. Nngh, no, just horrible. Anyone could catch us!

As the pleasure receded, some sense floated to the front of my brain. Shame flooded my cheeks. I hadn't actually consented... but I hadn't really tried to stop him either. His body felt so good, then his fingers felt like naughty fun, and before I knew what was happening, he was fucking me, his cock plunging through my insides.

A jolt of fear stiffened my spine. Was he in me raw? He was, wasn't he? His bare cock was sliding in and out of my unprotected tunnel, precum mixing with my juices. My chest tightened as I frantically tried to remember when my last period was.

"Dennis," I moaned. "Pull... pull out... ahh... please, you have to, oh fuck, ahh..."

He seemed to have only heard my pathetic moaning, the sounds probably urging him on as his cock pounded deeper.

"Baby, you're amazing. Oh, Amanda, your sweet little pussy is so hot. Fuck. Fuck, yes," he groaned.

I whimpered. His arms tensed around me. No no no. He couldn't cum inside me. I squirmed, but my body insisted on rubbing my ass against him, helpfully impaling myself on his cock. He just felt so good, and his cock was so hard.

"Oh, baby, you're doing so good. Just hold on another minute for me. Just one... more... minute... Fuck! Oh! Oh, yes!"

That groan, that twitch inside me. I should've pushed myself away, kicked and screamed. My body froze up instead, my spine arched, my ass shoved backward, my mouth open and panting. He groaned again. Erratic, short thrusts pumped into the back of my tunnel. Hot, thick spurts of fluid splashed my inner walls. I whimpered, the only protest my body allowed me as my boss pumped me full of jet after jet of virile sperm.

Sticky juices began to leak down my thighs and drip into my panties. He thrust as hard and deep as he could, intent on emptying every last drop into the back of my unprotected tunnel. Warmth and pleasure enveloped every cell in my body.

Until his softening cock slipped out and his arms around me loosened.

My boss just came inside me. I shivered at the thought of his cum in my pussy, his baby in my belly. Oh, no. No no no...

He tucked himself away and combed my hair into place, even helped lift my panties until my limp fingers caught on. Chuckling, he leaned in. "That was amazing, Amanda. You're amazing. We should do this again sometime." With a wink, he sauntered off toward the crowd.

Hurriedly tugging my panties into place, I shuffled into the elevator and fled the office building.

Do this again? Yes, my body purred. He had basically forced himself on me, but... I liked it. Too much. My mind was still spinning. How was I going to look him in the face tomorrow? Could I pretend nothing happened? I couldn't pretend right now. Cum soaked my panties, the sticky warmth slowly seeping out of me.

I grabbed a couple of napkins in my car and wiped up the mess. Somehow, I ended up rubbing my clit, remembering the stretching glide of his cock. Embarrassment climbed up my neck as I thought of how wonderful it felt to be called his good girl. My boss' good girl.

This was either the beginning of something amazing or the worst idea of my life. I guess I'd find out tomorrow.