Page 85 of My Boss

“Yes.” He kisses my earlobe.

“And you really don’t like it when someone surprises you, do you?”

“I don’t.”

“What if I modified your plan slightly?”

“Meaning?” He sucks the skin on my neck.

“Sixty-nine. You like numbers, don’t you?”

He groans.

“Oh, yes.” He slips his fingers out of me and lifts me up. “I like numbers and you.” He presses his lips to my mouth, and I wrap my thighs around his waist.

We kiss as he carries me into the bedroom, and as he turns on the dimmed light, and as he lays me on the bed, and as he hastily unbuttons my shirt. Panting, we thirst for each other’s bodies, almost devouring each other’s mouths, tearing off each other’s clothes until we are completely naked.

God, how perfect he is. He rolls onto his back and I admire his muscular arms, chest, belly… Oh wow, and his erection. A cock as hard as granite.

“Come to me.” He puts his hand on my hip, his fingers pressing into my flesh, his eyes ablaze.

I feel my cheeks burning with shame at the thought of what I’m about to do in a moment. Why the hell did I propose sixty-nine? After all, I’ve never done it. I once saw what it looks like in a naughty movie, but somehow they didn’t show the moment when the chick climbs on top of the guy and sticks her bottom out right in his face!

God, such an embarrassment that everything flops. Correction, not everything—Jan’s penis stands at attention so bravely that I feel pressure in my vagina.

“I want to lick you. Come here,” Jan says in a low voice, and glides his hand over my thigh and buttock.

What the hell, here goes nothing.

I go over on all fours and sit astride him. I see his long legs and impressive erection right in front of me.

“Oh yes, give me that sexy ass.” He grabs my buttocks and pushes his hot mouth into my pussy.

A shudder runs through me. My pulse speeds up, my desire catapults into the stratosphere. I prop myself up on one hand, grasp his penis in the other and take it into my mouth.

Jan’s muffled murmur reaches me—the sound resonates in my pussy and lower abdomen, triggering additional stimuli. My excitement intensifies. I start to move my head, taking the hard penis deep into my mouth, and some movement suddenly catches my attention. I glance to the side and I’m surprised to see my reflection in the mirror of a huge closet. It’s the two of us, completely naked, on white sheets, bathed in the glow of dim light casting shadows on our bodies. Me sprawled over Jan, bent over his crotch, him lying beneath me, his face between my buttocks.

A wave of heat hits me. My cheeks are burning. It’s a scene right out of some exclusive porn film, one that you’d feel likeadding to your favorites on your browser. But of course, you don’t do that. You just watch it in private mode, just in case your damn boss wants to use your (or rather, the company’s) computer, and on a Saturday when you least expect it.

I stare at our reflection and can’t take my eyes off us. My boss—Jan Engler—and me. He is performing cunnilingus on me from behind, me kneeling over him with his penis in my mouth. In his apartment, in his bed.

Total abstraction. If someone had prophesied to me this morning that this is how I would spend Christmas Eve, I would have concluded that they were shrooming or were simply fucked in the head. These last hours of my life have been so unbelievable that I have serious doubts about whether they really happened at all. The most surprising thing about it all, however, is that never, with any man, have I felt so aroused, so desirable, so sexy, as with my boss.

“Yes, baby. Take it deeper.” Jan’s low voice stirs my lust even higher.

I take him so deep that I’m choking, and then he pats my bum and glides his tongue along my crack.

“Good girl.” I feel him sliding it into my back hole while filling my pussy with his fingers.

A shiver of ecstasy runs through me. I push my hips out instinctively, pressing my bottom against Jan’s face, and simultaneously speed up the movement with my head and help myself with my hand to pleasure him as much as he is pleasuring me. Our bodies are sweating. We move in perfect synchrony. I glance in the mirror. Oh shit, what a sight! An orgasmic thrill has me gasping.

“Are you coming?” asks Jan.

“Mhm.” I continue to pleasure him.

“I want to feel it. Get off.” He pulls his fingers out of me, and I release him from my mouth.

I’m so excited that I can’t wait for him to fill me. I get off him, and then he unexpectedly gets off the bed.

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