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Mr. Bossy
Fuck, baby. The answer is still no.
I momentarily give up, put my phone away, and get back to work.
Mr. Bossy
I have a late meeting. Augustus will take you home, and I’ll meet you there.
Serena
Yes, Sir.
I’m pushing his buttons—I know it, and he knows it. Finally finished for the day, I make my way out of my office. I look around, and everyone is done for the day. Shit, it’s past six. I didn’t expect to be here this long. I head to check on Ian and hear him on the phone. I open the door, and he motions for me to come in. He narrows his eyes at me, probably annoyed at my text or that I’m still here. Oh well.
An idea comes to me, and I decide to run with it. I lock his office door and walk toward his desk. He’s on the phone, so there’s no risk of being seen by anyone else. He looks confused, but as I move my hands to my blouse, he realizes what I’m aboutto do. I, so very slowly, begin to unbutton my blouse, one button at a time. He’s still holding the phone; he’s just not speaking. I slowly peel off my top and let it fall to the ground, exposing my white lace bra. Then I move around and stand in front of him. Bending over to give him a magnificent view of my breasts while I caress his upper thighs, I graze my fingers over his hard cock. I slowly start to lower to my knees.
He responds to someone on the phone, but I whisper, “Don’t hang up, Sir.”
He bites his bottom lip and lifts his hips; that’s all the encouragement I need. I reach for his belt and take my time undoing it, teasing him. Grabbing the waist of his pants and boxers, I pull them down. His cock is so hard, and precum is leaking from the crown. The excitement of tasting him is too much. My pussy is aching for attention, but this is for him. I look at Ian, who’s just staring at me, eyes filled with lust. I don’t know how he’s managing to keep it together right now because I’m so close to losing it.
Without breaking our eye contact, I lean down and lick him from the base to the tip of his cock. I can’t help it when a small moan escapes from my lips. I do it again; the saltiness in my mouth is intoxicating. Then I open and really take him in. I do my best, but he’s so thick that I need to breathe through my nose. I start off slow, then pick up speed. I grab one of his hands and put it on my head, encouraging him to fuck my mouth. That’s exactly what he does, his hips bucking and his hand pushing my head down, so I take him deeper. I feel him hit the back of my throat, and his fucking my mouth has my pussy pulsing. My eyes begin to water as I struggle to catch my breath, but I don’t care; I let him use my mouth. He pulls me back by my hair as I gasp for air, and I smile, not caring that I have drool leaking from the side of my mouth. He pushes the mute button on his phone.
“Sir?” he says in that husky, deep voice of his.
“Yes,” I moan.
“It’s time to put that smart mouth of yours to some use. Get ready, baby.”
I’m so turned on. “Can I ask you to do something for me? Sir.”
“Anything.”
“Can you please come on me? It’s one of my fantasies.”
“Jesus, I can’t wait to hear all your other fantasies,” he says with a groan. “Now be a good girl and put my cock back into your mouth. I’ll decide if you deserve a reward.”
I do as I’m told and put my mouth to good use. Still on the phone, I hear his moans, and it feels like a reward for how good I’m taking him. “I’m going to come,” I hear through my sucking. In one swift move, he pulls me back, and cum coats my chin, neck, and breasts. My jaw is aching from having him in my mouth, but I want more.
I stay on my knees, run my finger through his cum, and taste him. “You’re such a dirty girl. Now lay on my desk.”
I look at his cock that’s still hard. This is so wrong, I’ve never done anything like this, but I push those thoughts to the side. I do as I'm told and lift myself onto his desk. My pussy is throbbing, and I’m aching for his touch. I’m too turned on to hear when he speaks into the phone and hangs up.
“You sucked my cock so good. I’m telling myself that I’m the only man you’ve done that to. Because the thought of you having your mouth on someone else will make me crazy, and I’ll hunt every man you’ve been with and slowly torture them to death.”
If this is dirty talk, it’s working on me. Why is the thought of him hurting others because of me so hot? “Are you going to stand there and talk, or are you going to fuck me?”
His eyebrows lift in surprise, and he moves to bunch my skirt up to my waist. He spreads my legs wide. “Remember tobe quiet,” he tells me, and without a warning, Ian slams into me. Lying on his desk with his cum on my body, I can't help but whimper and bite my lower lip. I’m so close, and I can feel he is too. His hands on my waist pin me down as he fucks me senseless.
“Ian, I’m going to come.”
“Me too, come with me, baby.” He pinches my clit, and I explode, with him following. I feel his cock throbbing inside me, filling me; it’s one of my favorite feelings.
“I can’t believe I did that,” I say in between breaths.
“It seems you like getting fucked in my office. You will hear absolutely no complaints from me.” He pulls out of me, and without hesitation, he leans down and tastes our release. “Now let's get you home, and don’t even think about getting cleaned up.”
I’m still satiated from my orgasm, so I do as I’m told. As we’re walking away, I ask. “So, a hint?”
