Page 101 of My Boss

“So you don’t eat hamburgers or hot dogs?”

“No.”

“No tortillas, kebabs or pizza either?”

“No.”

“You don’t even make yourself sandwiches for work?”

“No.”

“What about salads? I love salads.”

“No.”

God, it’s awful! How many delicious things he misses.

“What else don’t you eat?” I ask, and for the next thirty minutes, as we are driving on the expressway, I listen to Jan enumerate the various foods and compilations of ingredients he doesn’t eat.

The list includes fish and seafood (because they reek of sludge), nuts (because they crunch too loudly in his mouth), lamb (because its odor is too intense), he also doesn’t eat anything that resembles jello or pudding in consistency (because he associates it with mucus), and has an aversion to ripe pears (because they smell of urine).

“And what don’t you like?” he asks.

“Giblets and cheesecake,” I reply briefly.

“What else?”

“That’s all.” I point to a sign that says ‘Szczyrk’. “We are here. Safe and sound.”

“Hmmm.” Jan seems surprised that we are already here. “Go straight now. In about a mile and a half past this forest, you will see a grocery store.”

“OK.” I signal and turn left, crossing a small blue bridge.

“Where are you going? I said straight on.”

I smile under my breath, enter a narrow bike path, stop on the slope of the woods and unbuckle my seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” He looks at me questioningly.

I reach for the belt buckle of his pants.

“I did promise you something, didn’t I?”

His eyes widen, and his breathing speeds up as I unzip his zipper. He follows my every move. I slide my hand into his boxers, pull out his penis, lean over and take it into my mouth.

I hear a long sigh. Jan pulls my hair away from my face, and then I take his cock in as deeply as possible.

“God Almighty, Maria.” He instinctively lifts his hips.

I raise my eyes to him. His eyes are burning, his lips are slightly parted, he devours me with his gaze.

I pleasure him with my hand, I’m sucking, licking, bobbing up and down with increasing speed, then slowing down. His breathing gets faster and faster, he tightens his hands in my hair, starts to set a rhythm.

“Oh yes, baby. You’re great at this,” he growls and presses my head down, and I let him go in so deep that I nearly choke. “I’m about to come.” He slides out slowly. I see him glance at the dashboard.

“Do you need something?” I slide my hand over his erect manhood.

Jan’s body shudders.

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