I found myself begging the man who had a reputation in the office. I’d found out from a couple of the girls, the ones that had stayed away from me the first day until I was brave enough to approach them. He’d had one too many secretaries, they said, because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. I knew that already, I didn’t realize that they were staying away from me, because they didn’t expect me to be back in the office the next day.
Yet with me he had no issue.
“What?”
“I know about your reputation and all your secretaries.”
I felt like a virgin begging a guy to take her. Except that I was an independent woman and he was my boss. Yet I wanted him so badly. There were so many reasons that I shouldn’t want him, but I wanted him so bad.
He was heading to the bar, the one place he seemed to run to whenever he got stressed.
“Am I that repulsive?”
I looked down, thinking that must have been what made him change his mind so quickly.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
He stared at me and that just held me in place. His penetrating gaze made a chill go down my spine as he headed toward me and scooped me up as if I was light as a feather. He carried me to the top of his desk and then threw everything on to the ground, including his Mac. He didn’t say a word.
He had lust written all over his face as he started to undo his belt. His eyes just moved from my breasts and then I lifted up my skirt and the smell of sex overtook the office. He made me feel nervous, powerless, as if I was at his mercy.
“Take it off!” He was a man on a mission and I knew that there was no way that I could argue with him. I had asked for it and the urgency of his command meant that I had to obey.
He let out a sigh as with one swift movement, I lifted up my dress and unclasped my bra. I threw them both on the ground and he blurted out, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
And then, like a panther ready to claim his mate, he pinned his body on top of mine. I couldn’t move as I felt helpless underneath him. He moved me with his legs and pinned my arms above. With his free hand, he ripped my panties and then kissed me all over my neck and my shoulders. Everything was happening so fast; it was made all the more exhilarating by the fact that I was sure that anyone outside the office, knew exactly what was going on behind the closed door.
His lips were so soft, but his movements were of hunger as he started to create a fire inside of me.
“Yes,” I purred as he took one of my nipples in his mouth and started to tease it with his teeth while flicking it with his tongue.
Then he shifted slowly to the other breast, leaving me longing for his tongue once again.
His hardness was trapped in his boxers which were rubbing against my naked body. He ground me as he rolled on top of me with the silent promise to take me.
With the promise to fuck me.
My wetness went into overdrive as it built against his boxers. His hand slipped and freed his cock and then he stopped for a minute. Probably trying to figure out if this was the right thing to do.
I paused as he studied me for a second. I was breathing helplessly, thinking that this must be not only the first time in three years I’d worked in an office, but the first time in three years since I’d had sex.
He practically jumped off me and growled, “Get up!”
I hesitated, thinking once again that he’d changed his mind. That he didn’t want me and he’d been doing nothing but teasing me. Perhaps he was the type of man that wants young girls. The type that I was sure Scarlett was, fresh out of high school with a couple of years’ experience. All blonde and no brains.
But then he had a little smile on his face as he lifted his legs up one at a time, in an expert move he managed to remove his pants. His shirt and shorts were still on, hiding what I knew was manhood beyond my wildest dreams. I moved to sit on the table and then I moved slowly toward him. My hands were shaking at the idea of him coming inside of me. He seemed to enjoy watching me; his erection was fully on display. I bent down and was on my knees as I pulled down his boxers and I admired it. Like everything about Ross, it was perfect. Smooth and flushed; it was the most sexiest thing that I’d ever seen as he slowly started to stroke it with one hand as he lifted his feet, completely removing his boxers.
He let out a low growl as I started to try and wrap my fingers around it. My hands were just a fraction of the size of his cock and as I gently started to stroke it, he started to tremble and all I could think about was putting it in my mouth.
He tossed his shirt on the sofa and grabbed my hand and said, “Not yet.”
He lifted me up and put me on his desk. There were no panties to stop him pleasuring me, so I lifted my feet up to the edge of the desk, ready for him to take me.
He slid a finger in and said, “You’re so fucking wet.”
His fingers were brought against the softness of my folds. The more he rubbed me the more my body trembled. He moved closer to my clit as he dipped low and pushed inside. I started to grind and shift against his fingers. I knew that I was lying naked on his desk with my knees in the air and my legs open wide, but I didn’t care, because I knew that he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
There was no pretense. We were both naked in his office, knowing that his door was not locked. That someone could have come in at any time didn’t deter us as his free hand used his cock to replace his fingers as he started to tease the outside of my pussy.