by Jamie Knight
I am weak because I don’t want to scare her away and spoil this flirty side of her, but I am also greedy because I want her under me, on top of me and beside me on every surface of my house. I want to put my hard cock into her wet pussy and fuck her like she has never been fucked before.
As I look at her delicate features and her grinning face, I know.
With her first simple message, Anna just gave me an opening, and I know I won’t stop until I have her.
And I am a greedy bastard because for three years, I have wanted her. I never thought I could have her but I didn’t ever stop wanting her.
Now that she has made it known that she wants me too, I won’t stop until I am buried so deep inside her that she won’t be able to get me out.
Chapter Two – Anna
Have you ever felt like you were living on a rainbow?
Or felt so good that you would do anything to keep feeling?
That is how I feel each time I’m chatting with Liam Thorne after work. During the quarantine period, we’ve almost fallen into a routine where we work all day and chat with each other after work about anything and everything.
In this time, we’ve talked about everything from our feelings for each other, to work, to music, to dreams. Our conversations have been both deep and general and I couldn’t be happier, but I can’t shake the feeling that Liam is being careful with me.
Not even once have we talked about anything that hints at sex.
Why is that?
I don’t know.
We have had a crush on each other for quite a while. He has confessed to having a crush on me right from the start, and I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted him for just as long. But I was very careful to guard my feelings and not let on.
The office setting would have prevented any affair we could have had because we are all like a close knit family, but now that we are in a quarantine period, we can do what we want and nobody will notice. In our computer screens, we are not a boss and one of his employees anymore. We are just a man and a woman who like each other.
So, forgive me if I am wrong, but is there any liking between a man and a woman that doesn’t come with wanting each other?
I like him so much that I don’t want to spoil it before I know what this is budding into. But when you have spent the last three years with the boss of your boss starring in every one of your X-rated fantasies, isn’t it normal to wanted to star in your real-life X-rated moments as well?
I settle at my desk, wondering if I should tell him about the conflicting feelings in my head, but he beats me to it. There is an email from Liam Thorne, CEO of Thorne Technologies.
Before the pandemic struck, we spoke entirely on email and it was always work related. During the entire time we have been in quarantine though, Liam has never sent me an email.
The contents of it are simple:
From- Liam Thorne
Subject- Mistaken Project
Date- 5/14/2020
To- Anna Mallon
On behalf of the marketing department, you were supposed to send me marketing research on the take of millennials on project Winfare.
Why then am I looking at an acquisition report on Carl Tech?
Liam Thorne,
CEO, Thorne Technologies.
I read it, then re-read it again before it finally sinks in. Hurriedly, I check the file I sent him, and sure enough, there is an acquisition report staring right at me. Quickly, I type back, feeling a little deflated. He sounds so official.
From- Anna Mallon
Subject- Mistaken project
Date- 5/14/2020
To- Liam Thorne
I could not apologize enough for making such an obvious mistake, Sir.
I will send you the research report right away. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.
Anna Mallon,
VP marketing, Thorne Technologies.
I hurry to send him the file and wait for anything else he might say. I am still waiting a few moments later. But he instead answers via the messaging feature in Skype.
“Do you really want to make it up to me?” he asks.
I am feeling so guilty and disappointed in myself that it doesn’t strike me that he hadn’t sent that on email.
“I really do. I will even stay up late and try to curb the damage if there is any I have caused,” I answer.
My mind is telling me I might be doing extra work tonight. It is what he has always had me do each time there was a mistake on my part in the past.
“My secretary has already taken care of it,” he responds.
I breathe out in relief, but another text comes in, “But there is something I will need you to do for me.”
“Anything, Sir.”
There are three dots and then, “Let me video call you.”
I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted that as well. It has been a while since I saw him, and I miss him.
So, before can I change my mind, I tell him, “Alright with me.”
There is a pause that makes me worry before he texts something that robs me of my next breath.
“Will you strip for me?”
I am probably crazy because there is a sharp jolt of desire that shoots through my lower belly, making me gasp.
Holy shit.
Here I’d been complaining to myself about how I want more and this is what I get? Before he changes his mind and starts taking things slow again, my fingers type out:
“I will.”
Six o’clock finds me still sitting in front of my desk with my laptop right in front of me. Thank goodness the day is over because my mind is shutting down to all productivity and opening up to the world of possibilities.
My freshly showered hair is still a little wet, I have on a layer of light make up and I’m wearing a sheer dress that probably shows more than it hides. Beneath it, I have on a lace bra, and matching red panties. I want to look sexy, so I have on a pair of the sexiest shoes in my closet- black leather heels.
Throwing caution to the wind, I turn on the music to some track by Controlla, open my Skype window, and video call him myself. I started this so I might as well keep it going.
He may not know it, but I have fantasized a lot about Liam over the years, and what being with him would be like. You see, while Liam has been the one pushing me at work all these years, it was always me seducing him in my fantasies.
I have a lot of fodder for this flame. The question is, will he like it?
He answers almost immediately, and I freeze.
On a normal day, Liam is attractive enough to make a woman stop thinking. Today, Liam looks good enough to cause an accident.
He is seated on what looks like an executive chair, spotting a slight shadow of a beard on his chin. His hair looks a little mussed up and my fingers twitch a little, making me want to run them through his hair.
It looks a little longer than his normal tidy cut, but I think I like it even more this way. His blue eyes rake me up and down as I slowly stand up and move away from the computer, looking almost glued to me.
“Fuck, Anna. You look…”
He clears his throat and then laughs a little. The fact that he is out of words makes me want to do this even more. It is right there in his eyes, how much he wants this.
How much he wants me.
I sway a little to the sound of the music, my hands trailing up my body and slowly I feel myself come alive. He has no idea the effect his eyes have on me.
I watch him watching my hands as they slowly go to my neck, to my face, and up until they reach my hair. He is staring at me like his life depends on it and it makes me feel powerful.
I love his eyes when they watch one of my hands trail back down again through my chest, down my stomach, and even down further to my thighs. I pull them apart slightly and find the hem of my dress, pulling it up until I have it’s all the way to my breasts. Slowly, I rub the material on the top of my breasts before I…
> “Do it again.” His voice comes through the soft music.
My hands pause, surprised to hear his voice. He sounds so sexy and so very much like a boss.
I let go of the dress before pulling it up again slowly, bunching up the material so that I can rub it again at the tops of my breasts. This time though, I can actually feel the soft abrasiveness of the sheer material on my skin and it has a strange effect on me.
“Like this?” I ask.
My voice sounds a little choked, even to me.
He nods, giving me a slow once over that almost feels like a full body caress. My legs, belly, and bra covered boobs are right on display and it makes me feel so naughty.
He leans back in his chair, then tells me, “Take it off.”
I pull the dress all the way over my head and stand there in just my matching bra and panties, and black leather heels. He rubs his hands over his eyes and groans a little.
It’s the sexiest sound I have ever had.
“Take a seat and show me those shoes, Anna.”
I do just that without hesitating. The seat is right behind me and a little distance from the laptop, which means he can see all of me. I raise my feet and bend my legs at the knees to show him.
“Put your legs down and part them for me.”
I lower them to the ground, not even sure when my heels touch it. My entire focus is on this crazy mussed up sexy man on my computer and it’s like I’m in a trance. In that moment, I realize he can make me do anything he likes, and I wouldn’t care enough to say no.
His eyes raise up from my parted legs to my face.
He looks so intense when he tells me, “Hold your panties to the side, Anna. I want to see your pussy. You know I do. Show it to me.”
My hands don’t feel like my own anymore. Looking at him looking at me, it almost feels as if it is his hands finding the crotch of my panties to pull them to the side. He groans this time, his eyes going to my core.
My legs are spread open wide for him, I’m holding my panties to the side, just like he instructed, and my pussy is on full display for him. It’s bare and my little clit is hard for him and my hole is leaking its juices out for him.
My need and desire for him are so obvious, it feels unfair.
“I want to see you, too,” I tell him.
I feel so exposed and self-conscious this way, but not enough to stop. All I want is more of whatever feeling he has me feeling.
“My pleasure.”
He pushes back his chair too until I can see more of him. He looks back up again at me as his hands find the hem of what looks like pajama pants and lower them. My throat just about goes dry as his cock springs free.
Liam effing Thorne is hung!
And judging from how very hard it is, he clearly wants me just as much as I want him.
His cock stands tall and thick, springing to rest against his stomach. The head looks wider and thicker than the rest of it, and there is a thick vein running from the head to the base, making it look almost angry and so fucking hot.
There is something about him that feels primal and I can’t tear my eyes away. I lick my lips in anticipation, feeling a quiver run through my core. He licks his lips too, while his fingers wrap around the impressive width of his hard dick.
“Every time I saw you in those office skirts, I wanted to see you like this so badly,” he tells me.
His voice is so husky that I can’t help but let loose another shiver. I’m dripping so wet for him now that I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to.
Feeling empowered, I run my free index finger through my clit, then pause when he moves his fist from the tip of his cock to the base and back again. Call me crazy, but it almost feels like it is his cock and not my finger touching my pussy.
“Every time I saw you in the office, all I could think about is how you looked without a suit,” I confess.
There’ss a smirk on his lips as he tells me, “I have always wanted to see you in my house. My bed, my kitchen, on my dining table…”
He trails off.
“Was I going down on you in your kitchen? Because I have always wanted to know what you tasted li..”
“Don’t.” He interrupts me, “Don’t finish that sentence or I’ll lose all control right now.”
This time when his hand starts moving, it doesn’t stop. This time my finger does not stop moving, either, as I rub myself over and over again.
Pleasure, sharp and acute, shoots right through me as I bow slightly, giving into it. I am so wet that my fingers glide over that little nub of nerve again and again as I add my middle finger and keep rubbing just as he is stroking.
It feels almost like I have no control to whatever is taking over me as it builds and builds. I am helpless to look away at the scene of a tortured Liam in my screen as his lips part slightly and another groan falls from them.
I did that.
I made him like that.
We are staring at each other, caught in a single moment yet rushing towards an edge together.
“I need to see those fingers inside you, Anna.”
He is so filthy like this… and I am loving every fucking second of it.
“I’m close, Anna, please put them in.”
“Yes, Boss.”
This time when I slide my fingers over my folds, I slide them all the way. My eyes leave his to look at my fingers disappear inside myself. The sight is so hot that I feel a ripple through me.
My name comes out of his mouth in a shout so I look up to find his eyes between my legs and his back bowed as he cums. The second ripple comes as a surprise before I am hurtling head on into the best orgasm I have ever had.
I move my fingers out, then push them back in with my orgasm spearing through me over and over again. Vaguely, I can see Liam is still bowed as he says my name again and again, but I can’t find the voice to say anything as I ride after wave, after wave.
I come down from my orgasm high slowly, just as reality comes back in doses. His fingers are still covering his cock and he is breathing just as hard as I am breathing.
There is a glazed look in his eyes, just like I’m sure there is one in mine too. The difference is that while I am trying to figure out what just took over me, Liam has a big full-on smile on his face and he is looking at me with such an intense look I can’t place.
I don’t know why, but I let go of the crotch of my panties and rush to the laptop to end the call.
My libido is cooling down and now all I’m thinking of is my job.
What will happen to it?
And what, if anything else, will happen to Laim and me?
Will I ever be the same after an encounter like that with Liam Thorne, when all I can see is that almost content smile on his face?
With a head full of thoughts, I put on my sheer dress again, planning to go to bed after a short shower. Somehow, something has changed, and I know I won’t be the same again.
Chapter Three – Liam
I wake up this morning feeling like something important has just been wrenched from my hands. As reality starts to set in, I start to understand that she was not really here. I was dreaming about her in my arms once again, but unlike before, I knew what she looked like.
I knew how soft her pussy folds felt.
I knew how pink her flesh looked.
I knew that her nipples were a dusky pink that made me want to put my mouth on her.
It isn't the first time I have had an erotic dream about Anna, but this is the first time it felt so real to me. And I won't stop until I have all of her.
Dragging myself into the shower, I wince slightly at the morning wood I’m sporting. I’m starting to understand why they call it morning wood because this actually feels like it could split something.
I smile at that thought, reaching out to give it a stroke. My fingers wrap around my own cock and I give it a squeeze, feeling it jerk.
But that’s all it does.
My fingers look wrong on my cock, and I know w
hy that is. It’s because I want to feel her fingers, instead of my own, around my cock. A thought occurs to me as I turn the shower to cold and flinch as the water hits my back. It’s a persistent thought I cannot shake.
Why settle for less when I can have more?
I want Anna, and if she wants me too, then what am I waiting for?
She has been saying that she wants me, too, and that she has wanted me for more than three years. The times we have chatted and of course our little screen time show me exactly that.
But I’ve been holding back, now that I can finally have her, out of respect for my employee and also out of fear for what being with her would do to the company I’d built. But I know it’s futile to resist my feelings. I’m going to have to give in, now that I know just how much she has been wanting me to do so.
Of course, I’m curious to know why she chose now to take action, but I don’t want to jinx it this way. So instead, I will get her here and sort out the rest later.
When I settle down at my desk, my hair is still wet from the rushed shower, and my t-shirt is still clinging to my skin. I open our chat window and send her a single ‘hello.’
She is online and she has checked in to signify that her workday started at seven thirty, but she doesn’t really say anything. Seconds slowly tick by and turn into minutes. My feet tap the floor over and over again because I am feeling impatient and, if I’m honest, a little excited.
I switch screens after about fifteen minutes of waiting to the video camera and there she is.
All pale skin, a slight smattering of freckles on her nose, full lips and that cute button nose of hers I would love to drop a kiss on. She looks fresh without the makeup she had on, and I love it.
She is just staring at her screen with a small smile on her lips. Anna is the ultimate kind of beauty- she is beautiful but oblivious to the fact. Looking at her, the small smile tells me everything I need to know.