He called my name sternly. I could tell in his tone that the meeting didn’t quite go as planned. I didn’t want to worsen his mood, so I quickly rose from my desk and made my way to his office. A couple of knocks on the door, then I entered.
“Yes, sir?” I hated how my voice sounded meeker than I preferred. I held my notebook closely, waiting for a list of assignments.
He was standing aside his desk, staring out the wall-sized windows. Again, he said my name, then paused and faced me. His auburn brown hair slicked back, his goatee finely trimmed, and those deep brown eyes all were enhanced by his steel blue suit. His authoritative stare scanned me over, longer than usual.
“You look nice today,” he complimented.
Excuse me?
Immediately, my face flushed. He got a direct shot, like a shot to the heart. My demeanor crumbled further as a result. “Oh, well,” I cleared my throat, “thank you, sir.” I tried to avoid his eyes, even as he looked over the rims of his sharp glasses. Nervously, I laughed, trying to ward away the awkward silences. “I knew some very important guests would be visiting with us today.”
“That’s right. You’re always so conscientious to who is visiting our team.” There, he did it again! Another compliment. I couldn’t understand what possessed him to do this out of the blue. Usually it was strictly “do this, do that” and nothing in between. No compliments, just task after task and work at blinding speed to get it done.
After a brief silence again, I spoke up. I didn’t want to waste any more of his valuable time. “Is there something I can help you with, sir?” The flush from my cheeks traveled along the rest of my body as he took some steps closer to me.
“I’m glad you asked.” He paused, about three feet between us. “Tell me, are you seeing anyone?”
That was quite a question. I couldn’t stop myself from panicking internally. Could he be assuming that I’m partaking in a relationship with someone in the office? Was he going to fire me for something I wasn’t doing?
Hurriedly, I answered, “N-No, sir!” I noticed how his expression didn’t change much, “I’m not seeing anyone in the office!” My voice quivered, I didn’t want to get fired. I’ve heard rumors of him firing young women for barely any reason. I prayed in that moment that I wasn’t his next victim.
“Are you seeing anyone else outside of work?” He went straight to the next question. No hesitation.
I gulped, “No, sir.” I tried to dampen my dry mouth. My nervous nature was getting the best of me. I felt my hands trembling, and I almost dropped my pen.
“Really?” Then his brow rose, like he was surprised. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was asking me this. Was this even appropriate work conversation?
“Yes,” in a spout of bravery, “why do you want to know this?” I quizzed. In the back of my mind, my fantasies with him played over and over again. I tried to ignore them when I was at work and even at home. But sometimes I slipped and took the fantasies to bed with me. At least they were good company.
His voice brought me back to focus, “I have a curious mind sometimes.” Then he referred to me by my first name. My heart skipped a beat even when he followed up, “If you don’t mind me saying, you’re quite the lovely lady. I expected you’d already have an engagement ring at least.”
I couldn’t help but enjoy this off-color display; it’s always nice to get compliments. Deep down, I harbored some adoration towards him. And this whole conversation was summoning my full curiosity, enjoyment and, little did I know, arousal. “Thank you for that, sir.” I held my notebook in my hands and glanced to the side.
He spoke my name again; I straightened up and locked eyes with him. His tone deepened, “I have a proposition for you.” He took off his suit jacket. Damn, his shoulders were so broad. I rarely had a chance to eye him as I was terrified of getting caught.
“Y-Yes?” I felt my throat tightening.
He could see right through me, not that there was much to see through. I couldn’t hide how I felt. This whole situation threw me for a loop, threw me so hard that my head was almost beginning to spin. Before I knew it, he closed the gap between us. He was right in front of me, his smooth cologne treating my senses.
“Would you feel comfortable if we had sex? Right here, right now?”
I felt my mouth open, but no words came out. What? Was he serious? Was the meeting that bad? Had he lost his mind?
Eventually, I replied, “Sir, I-“
“Don’t call me ‘sir.’ Answer the question.” He stated firmly.
I knew he was powerful, but was the power getting to his head? Did he know that I had feelings for him? Or did he just want to take advantage of me? Perhaps it was a trap.
“Why are you asking me this?” I kept my composure as best I could. My face showcased my awkwardness like a neon light.
“You are beautiful,” every time he said my name, I felt my heart swell and something else too. “I would give anything to have you. I am well aware you’re sought after by some of our colleagues. But I want you.” He was so close, so damn close. “And I want no one else to have you.” Close enough to kiss me.
I could hardly breathe. But I couldn’t run away, my affections towards him were being realized somehow. Deep down, I wanted this.
I took the plunge. Fuck it. If I got fired, so be it. This was my chance. I kissed him, my hands holding his face securely. After a brief moment, I backed away and released him.
“Good answer.” He chuckled. As he passed me, I felt my heart sink a little. The realization of what I had just done hit me like a semi-truck. I was going to be fired for this. For all I knew, he was testing me.
He approached the door to his office and calmly shut it. Thankfully, most of our team was heading to lunch around this time. As he turned around, I tried to straighten up. I was ready to hear that “F” word leave his lips.
“Take off your blouse.” He ordered, his fingers loosening his silk blue tie.
I did as I was told, my lavender blouse falling onto the floor. In no time, my skin flushed along my cleavage. He smirked, taking in what I had to show.
“Good girl.” He murmured, barely loud enough for me to hear. He took a moment to clear his throat, and then gave his next order, “On the desk.”
For some reason, I paused. Maybe because this was all going so fast my brain could hardly register it all fast enough.
His tone got a little firmer, “Now.” Unbeknownst to me, another part of him was getting firmer as we went along.
I swiftly planted my butt on the edge of the desk. For extra points, I tried to hike up my skirt and show off a peek of my garter belt straps. “Yes, sir,” I chirped, offering a smile. My chest was full of butterflies, so many that I felt like I could float up at any moment.
My choice in undergarments seemed to please him so far. That confident smirk of his remained whilst he came to join me. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He affirmed, “Can’t wait to see more of those from you.” It almost seemed like a challenge, like he wanted me to give him all I had.
Challenge accepted.
When he got close enough, my hands went to work on his belt and the fasteners of his suit pants. I drank in that expression of his that I’d never seen from him before: surprise. I thought of more things I wanted to drink from him and felt a shudder creep down my spine.
“Sorry, I can’t wait either,” I said between my lustful deep breaths. When I looked up at him, I gave him my flirtiest lip purse and batted my eyes.
He gently pushed away my hands as I finished my goal. Then his strong grip rested on my shoulders, urging me to lie down. I complied, taking in the cool and smooth feel of his desk.
“Let’s not make this too quick,” he suggested, saying my name at the end. His reward was a bashful moan from me. He was truly getting the best of me.
Whilst I lay there, I took in the view. Never thought I’d see my superior in this position, or his desk accessories in this perspective. His pants had fallen to his ankles, along with his high quality briefs. My imagination filled in the gaps when all I could feel was the skin of his thighs against my barely covered knees.
Breaking my concentration was his strapping hands sliding up my thighs. A gasp rushed out of me, I heard him lightly laugh to himself. It didn’t take him long to hook his fingers around my panties. Thankfully I wore my best pair today – cheeky-style, with black lace. He mumbled a note to himself about them before ridding me of them completely, “Completely wet, huh?”
I wasn’t surprised that my panties had been soaked through. At least we could get to the main event faster. He positioned himself on top of me, his hips being cradled by my legs covered in stockings. I figured he liked them a lot.
He leaned in and kissed me gently, the tip of his cock poking at my nether lips. The heat radiating from his genitals only made me more excited. I tried lifting my hips, motioning him to continue.
I got what I wanted in one motion. He easily slipped inside of me, all the way in. He felt so amazing. His cock was plentiful in girth and length, enough to make for a perfect fit. I moaned happily, but quietly, loving the feeling of our sensitive skins touching like this. Just to tease him, I looked up at him and joked, “Remember, not too quick.”
He acknowledged my taunt with a laugh before rolling his hips. “Duly noted.” He grunted, giving me perfectly smooth thrusts.
I threw my head back, my hand shooting up to cover my mouth. My moans had to be muffled, but it felt so damn good. I could feel the cockhead massaging my walls, my thick wetness coating his cock in no time.
“Fuck…” And he moaned my name again, sending another sigh out of my hushed mouth. Hearing him say my name like that made me drunk with happiness. He boldly took a hand and pulled down on my bra, my breasts slowly falling out. My nipples stood at attention when the cool air hit them, and a blush painted my cheeks.
His head gravitated to my tits, his mouth capturing one of my petite pink nipples. He suckled fervently for a minute, his teeth occasionally grazing the skin. After that, he relaxed his lips to let his tongue twirl around my areola. My back arched again, my cries of pleasure caged in my lungs.
Leaving my other tit alone, he drew back and focused on rolling his hips into me. That cock of his stirred me up so good, I felt as if my mind was slowly losing control. I opened my eyes to take a glimpse of him. Right away I could see that he was watching my reactions to his movement, embarrassment masked my face.
“Cute.” He hummed, a few hard thrusts following his comment. I had to bite my lips together, holding in a wail of pleasure. I hope he enjoyed the stunned look on my face, and my attempt at keeping my satisfaction a secret. I knew damn well that we’d likely both lose our jobs if we were caught. Later on I questioned if he knew that too.
He stood straight up, his rigid hands sliding their way down my thighs. They paused around where the backs of my knees were, and he gripped me there tightly. His hips never ceased, even as he changed his position. I could feel his heavy ball sack slap against my ass every time, a few wet claps popped between us. Now, as my entire body lay before him, I felt my heart flutter higher and higher. He was drinking in the sight like a man stranded in the desert for days. I noticed my breasts were bouncing from the recoil of his hips.
With no signal, he shifted my legs to wrap around his waist and hips. Of course, I conformed to his design, my legs soothingly embracing him. Deeper his thrusts went inside me, his torso drawing closer to me. He took hold of my wrists, exposing my face and forcing me to keep my mouth closed with no help. He was sick, not even allowing me to muffle my own moans of ecstasy.
“Good. Be quiet like the good girl you are.” He growled, his sharp gyrations hitting the most tender parts of my vagina. I bit my lip, hard. He plunged deeper, harder.
I whispered, begging him, “Please…” Then another thrust interrupted my train of thought. He was fucking my brains out at this point; his desk quaked now with every crash of our bodies.
“Please, what?” He teased, a cocky smirk curling on his perfect lips.
I couldn’t think clearly. But I had to think of something.
“More,” I breathed, “Please…” My voice sounded like honey as I pleaded for more. I recall that wasn’t exactly what I wanted to say, but it was a decent substitute.
He seemed to like that. His lips caught mine in another kiss, his tongue slipping a top mine. The grip on my wrists loosened and his hands took residence elsewhere. One of his hands floated up my neck before the fingers became entangled in my hair. He gripped my hair, almost tugging. Meanwhile, his other hand pressed on my hip, trying to keep me still.
His speed hastened, the shaking of the desk becoming more violent. I thought about telling him to stop, to settle down, but I almost enjoyed the thrill of potentially being found out. The idea alone made me slip out a delicate moan.
“Quiet.” He pulled on my hair and gave me three strong pumps. Damn it, I barely could keep quiet that time too.
“I’m sorry…” I whispered shyly, my lower stomach tightening as I could feel the pleasure building in me.
His cock suddenly left me completely, and his body followed the cold gesture. I scrambled to sit up; I caught a glimpse of my love juice trickling down his straining cock. Oh he was close.
“Get up. Stand over there.” His tie whipped off his neck. That serious look of his influenced me to obey – like the good girl I was. A motion from his head indicated that he wanted me to be by the glass window wall. Did I really want to be that good of a girl to him?
“Someone will see us!” I whispered, terrified that a peeping Tom would get a real good view today.
“Do as I say.” When he exerted his dominance along with saying my name, I couldn’t hardly argue further with him. He had that effect on me. Even before now, I never wanted to disappoint him. Less out of fear, more for making him happy and pleased with me. I thought back about how the thrill of getting caught excited me and I let my inhibitions take a back seat for this.
“Good girl.” He joined me by the glass wall with his shirt hanging open. He had abandoned his pants and boxer-briefs by his desk. “Now, put your hands on the glass.”
My hands shook as they touched the cool glass. I presented my ass to him, my skirt still hiked up around my waist. The garter belt and stockings remained as well along with my bra that no longer held my breasts captive.
“My, you’re so good at behaving.” He sighed, tying his tie sloppily around my neck. “Like the sex pet I always thought you were.” I felt a shiver creep down my back before he gave my ass a firm slap. A tug on the tie helped me present better for him. He took it upon himself to remove my skirt for me, I watched him fling it onto the back of his fancy desk chair.
I glanced outside the huge window, my skin heating up with humiliation. Cars passed down the streets below; no building was directly across from us. Thank goodness for that. Albeit they weren’t too far away, so the risk was barely there.
I still worried, but tried to focus on the deviant man behind me. His other hand petted the round of my ass, the tie wrapped around his dominant hand. His cock prodded around until it found my dripping wet lips again. He slid inside again with no issue, filling me to the brim with his warm shaft and thick tip. “Damn, you feel fantastic.” He praised. I could say the same for him.
I could feel my walls collapsing around him, gripping him tighter and tighter. When he’d pull his hips away, my womanhood became a trap. It wanted to keep him inside or milk him for everything he was worth. My entire body was drowning in arousal, the temperature becoming overwhelming. Even my knees struggled to keep me still as he rammed into me. Every thrust I succumbed to drove me closer and closer to my tipping point. I wanted to scream his name in bliss, show him how riled up he got me in all of this.
Breaking my concentration, his hand served my ass with a spank. The loud clap made me gasp lightly and choke, “We…have to be…quiet.” His force mildly broke my speech. Along with that, I could feel my breasts swaying with each pump of his hips.
His response started with a tug of the tie, causing me to arch my back. I didn’t feel him lean forward, but I did feel his hand grip my chin; the tie was still bound to that hand. My muscles tensed when I felt his breath creep along my ear, then he grunted with a powerful thrust. It took all of my self-control not to wail in pleasure. “I prefer to hear you scream.” A chuckle trailed my name, my skin flooded over with goose bumps. His thrusts were getting harder, almost more violent in a way.
With each pump, I felt my head clouding and my judgment cracking. It was like each pump nudged a moan closer and closer to my lips. Finally, he got one. I moaned deeply and sighed. “F-Fuck…”
“Louder.” He murmured determinedly, a spank landing on my ass again. Oddly enough, he gave the air a trail of moans himself. Almost like he was trying to kindly coax more out of me by participating.
The way his cock rubbed my walls and stirred me up, I almost gave him what he wanted right then. But I wanted to make him really work for it, see how far a toe can step over his line. Granted, I selfishly wanted him to ruin me and fuck me silly.
With no noise escaping me, I listened to the sound my pussy made as he had his way with it. A few trickles of my arousal dribbled down my thighs. Even when I masturbated to my fantasies about him, I don’t recall even being this wet. Admittedly, the feeling of our sensitive skins mating like this was enough to make me change my plans of silence.
Regardless, my occurring silence already started to aggravate him. I could tell in the way he held the leash-tie, how he slowly pulled a little harder. For a brief moment, he paused. I watched him in the reflection of the glass and caught him adjusting his position. His feet planted further apart, better for maintaining balance.
Oh no.
Immediately, his hips went at full speed; full power. My chest tightened, the cries of pleasure desperately trying to escape me. I could hardly breathe as he rammed into my pillow soft pussy. His cock didn’t miss a single nerve as his thrusts tried to reach deeper inside me. It wasn’t long before I could feel him slamming at the entrance of my cervix. Then I couldn’t hold it anymore.
A string of moans and cries for more were his prize, “Please, sir!” I breathed heavily, my eyes slowly rolling back, “I want…more!” The wet clap of our genitals was my only accompaniment, “Oh God, don’t stop!” He continued his ravaging of my womanhood, that magnificent cock receiving a lovely massage from my warm walls.
I gasped, a tension in my lower stomach making its presence known, “Fuck, I think I’m-“
All of a sudden, he violently tugged on my makeshift leash and my body instinctively stood up as best it could. His body collided into mine, his chest pressing into my back. He remained inside me. My breasts and tummy were pushing into the glass.
“G-guh…God!” I hushed, the chill of the glass making my nipples painfully erect. My legs could hardly move when I squirmed between him and the glass. This was the most humiliating and exciting experience I’d ever had.
“Stay.” His grip never ceased on his end of the tie. And his thrusts continued. He never stopped his pace, only increasing his own frequency of moans and deep breaths.
Without permission, one of my hands shot down to hold onto his waist. I still remember how his muscles flexed as he fucked me. Holy shit, he was amazing at this, and I already couldn’t wait for our next sensual meeting. The way we gripped each other, how we were getting lost in this splendid commotion of our bodies pleasing one another – it was intoxicating.
I had to beg him, “C-Can I please cum, sir?” The heat in my loins was close to unbearable. I couldn’t hold on much longer, but damn did I try. I hardly noticed that the leash-tie was free from his command. One hand firmly pressed against the glass, the other rotating from holding my hip, my waist, and gripping my hair against the scalp.
“Not yet, damn it.” His voice was struggling to maintain his authority. He was getting close. I drank in those grunts and groans he made. It was an honor witnessing that brief window of seeing him scramble to stay at the top. When he took that handful of my hair and pulled, I could tell his muscles were throbbing; just like his huge cock deep inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He huffed, his breath blanketing the nape of my neck. Then he did something I never expected. He kissed my neck and his hips drove into me firmly. His touch, in that fleeting moment, had a beckoning tone to it. It felt loving and tender, like he wanted something more than just to get his cock wet.
“Come for me.” He said, nearly pleading as he said my name with each request, “Come on my cock.”
I felt so overwhelmed: my head spinning, my heart pounding wildly, my genitals enveloped in fiery warmth. I couldn’t wait anymore; I rushed up to my peak at a feverish speed. Then I let go and fell into bliss. My vaginal walls clenched like a vice grip and releasing at an erratic rhythm. I barely recall my head going back as I let out a long wailing moan, my climax gripping me. The rest of my body barely froze as I focused on the feeling, his cock taking in the repercussions of my orgasm.
He sighed deeply and made the final plunges into that velvety pathway of mine. Then I felt his cock twitch and throb intensely, his orgasm painting my walls with his thick, white, hot cum. All the while, he wrapped his strong arms around me, his hands lazily resting just above my groin and on one of my breasts.
“Good girl.” He breathed, his cock slowly limping inside. I was still coming down to Earth when I scarcely understood him complimenting me.
“Thank you, sir.” I coughed a bit before slipping into a titter. He laughed as well. To my surprise, he gave me a few kisses on my neck and shoulders. With his usual demeanor being what I primarily encountered, the kissing and embracing threw me for a loop.
Speaking of, he held my chin and turned my head enough to where a kiss could take place. As the kiss broke, we locked eyes and smiled at one another.
“Would you like to schedule another meeting like this tomorrow, sir?” I inquired, tilting my head into the glass. The whole coy head tilt didn’t work as well as I planned.
His response invigorated me and my wild sex drive, “How about later this afternoon?”
Chloe Angel
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