The Boss

"Miss Evans," his deep voice called out from his office. "I need you to come in here please," it was her boss Jack. Or Mister Miller as Amanda called him. He was a real hardass.

"Miss Evans," he repeated, "now!"

Amanda's heart fluttered a beat. What was it that she did this time? Despite being his personal administrative assistant, Amanda had a tendency to push her limits at work. In a way it was part of her charm. But Mr Miller always had a way of keeping her in line. She respected it and to be completely honest, she rather enjoyed it.

And if she wasn't mistaken he seemed to understand this.

Amanda quickly closed her laptop, bolted up, and grabbed her notepad. Her job as his assistant was to support his needs at work. Whatever that may be.

She adjusted her short skirt and walked into his office, wobbling just a bit in her heels.

"Close the door behind you," he ordered. He was a bit extra gruff today and she could feel his aggression. Although somewhere in his early 40's, Mr Miller had been a college athlete and it showed, both in the defined lines of his face and jawline as well as in how well his crisp, dark suit fit him.

His sharp eyes were focused on Amanda's and it made her instinctively look downwards as she stood next to him a bit sheepishly while he sat behind his steel desk. She felt a bit like a school girl being disciplined by her teacher after class.

"The minutes that you took for me at my last staff meeting were completely scattered. And there's no bulleted summary of who owns what action," Jack said. "You know I was very clear that I expect action items for the minutes of every single meeting that I run."

He was definitely annoyed. But today he seemed a little extra on edge. Something was slightly different and she felt it.

It made her nervous and she could hear her voice was a bit higher when she replied, "I'm sorry Mr Miller. I know that's what you always ask me to do, I thought I got it all but I must have forgotten that part." She was lying.

The truth was she got lost daydreaming during the boring meeting while she enjoyed hearing her boss' voice as he explained his strategy for the department to his employees. Sometimes she just liked hearing the resonance of his voice and how smart he was.

But a part of her also wanted to see what she could get away with.

"Miss Evans frankly I'm tired of you fucking up. If you can't do the basics of what I need you to do I will find someone else who will." Jack was serious this time. Maybe she had pushed things too far.

"I'm sorry Mr Miller. I didn't mean it. It will be the last time I promise." Amanda really did need this job and frankly there were parts of it she enjoyed.

Jack retorted, "I'm not convinced. This is happening more often than it needs to. I don't have time to be constantly correcting you." She could tell he meant it and meekly replied,

"Please Mr Miller...Jack...I'm very sorry. I really will do anything you need me to in order to keep this job. I want you to be..."

She looked into his cold eyes as her voice trailed off. She could see there was an aggressive gleam that was weirdly making her feel tingly.

"I want you to be...satisfied...with my performance. What do I need to do to please you?"

She couldn't believe she said it. Her words hung in the air and her heart started racing even more. She felt an electric tension. Maybe she had wanted this to happen.

Mr Miller didn't say a word and instead he stood up out of his chair. She felt tiny as his tall athletic frame towered over her. He continued his sharp gaze and she lost her perception of the rest of the room.

Jack replied, "You've been my personal assistant for 6 weeks now. You know what I'm like, and what I expect." He continued, "I'm not the type to let mistakes or bad behavior go without taking action. This is the last step before I let you go, I think we both know what you need to do."

He was right. She was looking up at his gaze and knew exactly what it was that he meant. There had been a very subtle tension between them, something almost undetectable and definitely unspoken. Until now.

She turned her eyes to the floor and got down on her knees. Then she looked up at him and gently stroked the crotch of his suit pants. He was hard...and bigger than she even expected. There was no mistaking now his intent.

Amanda slowly unzipped his trousers and unbuckled her boss' belt. She pulled down his briefs and took his stiff hard cock into her hand. Her heart was racing and she felt even more naughty for doing this, but she could also feel how tingly wet she was at this point and she wasn't about to stop now.

She took his thick cock into her mouth while stroking the shaft with her right hand.

She heard him let out a deep grunt of pleasure as she slide her mouth down as far as she could manage. It made her feel so tiny, her fingers could barely fit all the way around it and she had to stretch her jaw open as far as she could. But this rough man who was her boss was enjoying the tiny tightness and wet sensation of her mouth and tongue, and it excited her that she could finally please him fully.

Sucking his meaty cock almost put her in a trace. She no longer could hear the other sounds of the office and she closed her eyes as she sucked so she could feel the sensation of fullness in her mouth. She felt a feverish warmth in her crotch and that her panties were dripping wet. It was electric

Her cock sucking trance felt like ages as her thoughts quieted and she just felt the sensation of submitting to him, punctuated by Jack's occasional order, "Deeper. Faster. Suck that cock and show me how much you want to please me".

Suddenly she felt his strong hand grip her upper left arm and pull her up to her feet. He forcefully spun her around, pushed her head down to bend her over his desk, and with two hands ripped down her skirt and panties with a single motion. She was completely exposed to him, her pussy throbbing in anticipation, and she heard his pants drop to the floor.

"Uggh," he grunted as his thrust himself into her. It was the biggest dick she'd ever felt and it surprised her. There was a small electric shock of pain as he thrust himself in and split her body open to accommodate his size. But the pleasure of his initial thrust was overwhelming. She lost all sense of herself as she felt waves and waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy but traveling up into her breasts, down her arms into her fingers, and most strongly down her legs.

Her legs were quivering, still standing in her heels, and she could hear the slap, slap, slap of his body against her ass with each of his aggressive thrusts.

He was holding the back of her neck in his left hand, his fingers curling around its slender curves, as his right hand seemed to take pleasure in kneading her ass checks like dough and surprising her with the occasional hard "slap" across the back of her ass. She was dripping wet.

He continued to fuck her had from behind as he leaned forward, put his left hand over her mouth, and started to growl in her ear.

"This is what you wanted isn't it you little slut. You've been dying to get fucked by me since the first time you interviewed for this job," he growled.

"How did he know that?" Amanda asked herself as her mind raced. But fuck - it was true. She melted even more as he continued fucking her.

"I'm going to teach you now what I fully expect from my personal assistant. Your job is to please me and cater to my every need. Now say it!" he commanded.

"My job is to please you," she said but she could barely get the words out.

"Say it again," he growled.

"My job is to please you," she panted.

"And what's my name?" he demanded.

"My job is to please you Mr Miller," she could hear the submission in her voice as she felt her orgasm building.

"Good girl," he replied, almost soothing.

She couldn't hold back any longer and her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She was blinded by what seemed like light and she lost all perception of sound. Waves of pleasure overcame her, cascading from her vagina down her legs as they spasmed and up through her torso. She screamed, but thankfully his strong hand was covering her mouth and very little sound came out. He continued his relentless pounding of her pussy, and she felt the shock of each thrust travel up her body.

He seemed to last forever and yet take savage joy in the pleasure and pain that it gave her.

Her orgasm subsided but the intensity of her pleasure stayed elevated. She felt constantly at the edge of another orgasm, it was almost too much to bear. Almost.

After what seemed like ages he growled again in her ear, "I'm going to shoot my load deep inside your pussy. But first I want you to beg me for it."

"Please cum inside me," Amanda begged. In this moment, she had never wanted anything else so much in her life.

"Say it again," he ordered. "Say it right."

He was thrusting faster and more forcefully now. She could feel he was close and she wanted it. To her core she wanted him to take his full pleasure in her.

She panted, "Please cum inside me Mr Miller. I'm begging you." She meant it.

"Graaawwwwhhh I'm cumming. Take that fucking cum inside of you," he let out. She could feel the length of his cock start spasming repeatedly as she felt the hot warmth of his cum fill her pussy. She quivered in satisfaction as her whole body orgasmed again.

This time it almost hurt as she writhed on the end of his cock. He had to grab her hard to keep her from falling off of it while covering her mouth again to muffle her screams of ecstasy.

She felt like she might have blacked out, it took her a few moments to come to her senses as she slowly became aware of her surroundings again, and the fact that his hard cock was still filling her body.

She turned her head over his shoulder and met his eyes. She could see the satisfaction he felt, he had that wicked gleam in his eye as he smirked at her. She felt satisfied, but also started to worry. "Oh my god my boss just fucked the hell out of me and I loved it," she thought, "now what is he going to do with me?"

He pulled his cock out of her and pulled up his pants.

"Get dressed," he said. It sounded flat but she could see the hint of a smile. His eyes will still locked on her.

In his deep voice he commanded, "I've got some action items I need you to take care of."