Misconduct 3

by Nicety

  He drove me insane with that bullshit. I grabbed my bag and headed out to the Benz. As I drove I could not help but hear the faint sound of my moaning in my head from the dream last night. Agh. Ohhh. It was very soft and wet my panties before I could even pull into the parking garage of the firm. There was no time to pull myself together because I was already late as hell. I had to block the sounds out of my mind and race to the tenth floor before my boss got there. Aggghh. Fuck! I could feel his rock hard dick deep inside me, pounding and tapping my uterus sending chills down my legs. I clenched my belly and pressed on to the elevator trying to suppress my thoughts.

  “Good morning, Starla,” he said turning to wait for the same elevator as me.

  “Good morning, sir,” I responded wishing like hell the thoughts of him would exit my brain especially since he stood right next to me.

  “Please, Starla, there’s no need to be so formal. Sir is for people who address my old man,” he chuckled.

  “Oh, sorry, sir.” I embarrassingly smiled.

  It came and we entered. The elevator was empty so we were all alone, the two of us, with our thoughts staring up watching as the numbers escalated. He was so sexy on this day, more than the others. I thought I would cum on myself and it would ooze down my leg before I could get to the bathroom to clean it up.

  That smell. Oh, my gosh, that smell made me feel like I was going to melt. The muscles in his hand as he clenched his bag only assured me as to how strong he would be able to palm my ass cheeks if he wanted. I bet he could pick me up and place me on his shoulders to feast. I wanted his buttery tanned Caucasian skin caressing the inside of my thighs. I wanted his nice fat bulge pressing against my face. The feeling of saliva felt as if it were creeping out of the crevices of my mouth. DING!

  “Aren’t you coming?” He asked as he exited the elevator.

  “You bet I am.” Oh, my gosh, did I just say that aloud? I was startled, still lost in my thoughts. “I mean, yes. Sure.”

  Nice save. Image was everything in this law firm and so was professionalism. I didn’t want a client to see me in my disheveled state and think that this firm was not about their business. I had to calm down. I could feel my Kegels kicking in, which only made the problem worse. My desk was only a few feet away from his office so as long as he did not need me to do anything for him I was fine. I made it without an incident and logged onto my computer ready to get the day started.

  He stood a few steps away chatting it up with one of his colleagues from the firm. I could hear them chuckle about the fine job he was doing and that they wanted to have breakfast together Friday morning. Immediately I set a calendar reminder for Thursday evening just like he liked so he wouldn’t miss it. He told me he liked secretaries who took initiative and did not have to be told every single thing to do. He was such a hard worker he deserved to have someone who was on top of all of his needs without fail.

  “Starla, can you—“

  “Already done sir.” I couldn’t look him in his eye as he passed but I had to admit that in my dreamy state, his voice startled me.

  “Ah, well done. Way to be on your game.”

  I snickered silently as his appraisal. He went into his office and sat back at his desk grinning from ear to ear. I looked in staring at him grateful for the wondrous view I had of his bulky chest and green eyes. He looked up noticing my watch as I hurriedly turned back to my computer to pretend to be doing some work. He rose making his way to the door. If he closed it he would tear my heart in two since he would be blocking my view of his beautiful body.

  “Uh, Starla.”

  “Yes?” I answered quickly.

  “Hold all my calls ‘til lunch and I need that Stabler deposition a.s.a.p.”

  “Yes, sir, right away.”

  “Thanks,” he grimaced as he closed the door.

  Thanks for taking away my view. I crossed my legs hoping for some sign of relief from my thoughts but they refused to go away. They were embedded in my head. It was all I could think about. His firm torso pressed against mine and his strong hands exploring my body plagued me. All I wanted to do was rip my clothes off and take him right where he sat. But, that would be wrong on so many levels. Why does everything that feels so good, so bad for you?

  The clock had just flicked to 1pm; lunchtime and it seemed to come quickly as I typed the last few words on the deposition. I thought I’d never get done. His door remained closed for the entire four hours of the day. It was odd of him and I was deathly afraid of knocking on the door to disturb him but he had requested the deposition immediately. My fingertips touched the door fiddling before gathering up the courage to knock on it.

  Knock. Knock.

  “Sir, I just—“ I gasped nearly dropping the folder full of papers in my arm, catching them just in time.

  “What? Don’t you know how to knock?” He whispered angrily as he pulled his pants up.

  “I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry. I thought I knocked hard enough sir.”

  “Come in and shut the damn door.”

  I was amazed at the scene before me wondering if he had been in the office the entire day masturbating to what looked like Bangin’ Big Booty Beauties on his computer screen. It was hard not to see the big ass title when I tossed the folder on his desk using that as an excuse to get a look at his package. Questions lingered in my head but I was too afraid to ask them. The walls in the large sized office felt like they were closing in even though there was not much in there but a long mahogany wood desk, a bar and a few file cabinets.

  “You finished the deposition rather late don’t you think?” He asked tucking his shirt back into his newly buckled pants.

  “Sorry sir. It’s been a little while since I had done one of these and this one was particularly long. I didn’t want to give you anything but the best. I don’t like to half ass my work. Excuse my French.“

  “I could care less about excuses Starla. If you want to get a raise from me then you need to step your game up. Otherwise, you’re going to be stuck with chump change. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” I grumbled as I angrily headed for the door.

  “Do I detect an attitude in your voice, Starla?” He asked sternly standing, placing his hands on his hips.

  “Uh, no sir. I was merely responding to your question.” I fidgeted.

  “Responding to my question, eh.”

  It was clear. I was fired. He walked over to me with the most sinister look on his face and all I could think to do was close my eyes and pray that he would just yell in my face rather than tell me to pack my shit and go. I felt like I wanted to drop to my knees and beg for forgiveness the only way I knew how but he was standing so close that I could not move. The sweet smell of the vanilla mocha coffee on his breath filled my nasal passages immensely.

  “It seems to me that Starla is being insubordinate. Is that what’s going on here?” He asked.

  “No, sir. I would never—“

  “Oh, but I think you are. Do you want to be tossed out on your ass quicker than a rat in a restaurant?”

  “He he.”

  “Is that funny to you, Mrs. Jacobs?”

  My nipples were erect. I could feel them rubbing against my lace bra and through my silk shirt. I knew they were visible and as they continued to grow so did the tingling in my matching lace panties. He never budged or took his hands off of his hips, confusing the shit out of me. All I wanted to do was get the hell out of there before I came on myself in his office. If it started running down my leg it would be a dream come true if he could lick it up.

  “No, sir. It’s not funny at all, sir.”

  “But, you’re laughing as if you take me for a joke. Am I a clown? Do I amuse you?”

  “No, you’re not and quite frankly I don’t appreciate your tone.” I replied.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Sir, with all do respect, I don’t appreciate you standing here in my face asking me ridiculous questions. We should be preparing for your court date. This i
s a big case and you need to be focused.”

  “I appreciate your concern. But, I have this case in the bag. I don’t need you telling me what I should and shouldn’t be doing,” he replied sternly.

  “If you say so. I’ll be right out here if you need me.” I turned to grab the doorknob.

  “I need you now.”

  “I’m sorry what did you just say, sir?”

  “Get your ass over to that desk now,” he snapped pushing me on my arm over to his desk. “You think you’re bad, don’t you?”

  “No, sir. Why would I think something like that?”

  “Shut up!”

  He reached down hiking my long dark chocolate pencil skirt up around my waist then leaning in allowing his breath to run rampant along my neck. He sucked on my left earlobe as I exhaled, fond of every bit of his soft warm tongue on my skin. The thought of him being my boss and we being in his office only crossed my mind for a brief second.

  His fingers crept down pulling my pink lace panties to the side twiddling my pearl like it was a fiddle. My heart raced as I leaned back on the desk spreading my legs for him to get a better feel. I respired pulling him in closer while he sucked on my neck casually biting only hard enough to send slight pain signals to my clit. I loved it.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck licking his velvety skin from the base to his ear lobe sucking the end of it as if it were his erect hard cock. I wanted it in my mouth so badly I could taste it. He moaned sensually in my ear, which made my pussy tingle. I wanted to pulsate and squeeze my walls around his dick making him squirm and work harder not to cum all up in me. I wanted to fuck his dick back letting him know how well I was able to take his length with no problem.

  “Bad girls need to be punished,” he whispered in an erotic tone.

  “Ooo, yes! Punish me baby.”

  He pushed me back on the desk forcefully yet gently as not to make me hit the back of my head on the wood. My arms pushed all of his papers, nameplate, and pencil holder onto the floor without delay. I sprouted my legs up in the air pulling my panties all the way over as I awaited his hefty schlong to enter me. His thick hard dick slapped against my pussy as soon as he released it from its cage. He took it and slapped it on me a few more times alerting me to the fact that it was time to take the pounding that my pussy was so readily deserving.

  Any remorse or guilt I felt for the office sex that was about to take place flew out the window. It had been a rainy season lately and with the thunderstorm starting up outside it only heightened the ambiance in the room. It created the perfect aura for us to connect our bodies and become one with each other. Whatever our obligations were did not matter. The passion in the room surrounded us like a bubble that could not be popped.

  “You want this dick? Huh?”

  “Yes, baby, yes!” I breathed leaning up on my elbows yearning for him to be inside of me.

  “Rub that pussy. Get it ready for me.”

  I did as I was told. I flicked my pearl with my fingertips forcing my temperature to raise a few more notches.

  “Ooo, shit. My pussy is so wet right now.”

  “Shut up,” he demanded austerely.

  Lustfully he raised my legs placing them on his shoulders locking me into his grasp. He maneuvered his self into me with one slide of his waist easily then pumped slowly like he was filling me up. I lied all the way down on the desk pressing my back against it while I lifted my shirt above my head tossing it behind me on the floor. My perfect C cup breasts bounced up and down hard as he banged the shit out of my cleanly shaved opening. My pink lace bra drove him crazy as he planted his face in between my tits nice and firmly rubbing and washing his face in them.

  As soon as he went deeper there was a knock on the door. It was faint but we both heard it as we stared into each other’s eyes secretly sending the message that neither of us was thinking about answering it. I smiled at him as I tried to remain quiet only releasing silent breathing moans into the air. My hands raised above my head, as I loved every minute he pumped harder and deeper into my lovely wet pussy. It was hungry yearning for him to pound deeper, wishing that it would never end. I was in total bliss as I felt my waterfall coming down on him hard while I grabbed my tits, softly caressing my nipples.

  “Take ‘em out,” he moaned as I did as I was instructed.

  When his warm tongue hit my nipples my pussy spewed out gooey wetness all over him permitting him to drive deeper inside of me. It felt so damn good that I grabbed his ass to keep him there, never wanting it to end. After a few more rough licks, he wiggled out of my grasp never skipping a beat on his penetration of my sweet tight pussy.

  He leaned up licking his thumb ensuring that it was nice and moist then used it to rub against my pearl sending shots of bliss through my thick waist and up to my tits. I leaned forward as far as I could and pressed my tits towards my mouth licking my nipples for increased pleasure. It was happening. I did not think about anything or anyone, I was finally getting the pleasure I had longed for. It was hard trying to be quiet in his office but I did my best, moaning in silence.

  “Go deeper baby. I’m bout to cum,” I exhaled in pure satisfaction.

  “Did I tell you to cum? Huh?” He growled.

  I was confused. I thought that was the ultimate goal. I looked up into his face watching as his expressions go from pleased to pissed. I tried like hell to hold back but the pleasure shooting through my clitoris was begging to come out. It was yearning, pushing, and his very thick seven-inch dick threatened to force it up out of me. But, as a woman I held it. I was wetter than the windowsill outside. He had locked his eyes onto mine. We stared at each other like we had loved each other for twenty years.

  “You cum when the fuck I tell you to cum. You got it?” He snapped again.

  He grabbed both of my legs wrapping them in the form of pretzel then leaned forward grasping my neck roughly yet gently. Breathing was not a problem and I did not feel as though I was chocking either. It was very sensual and seductive, the way he massaged my neck as he pumped harder and harder into my loveliness. His muscles flexed and sweat droplets formed on his face as I reached up to his short fine black hair running my fingers through it, massaging his head like an expert masseuse.

  “Now, you can cum,” he said, as his grip on my neck grew tighter. “We will cum together.

  It was about to go down. My lips could not speak. My mind was too engulfed in the fact that his hands were becoming tighter and tighter around my neck. It was a little scary but I trusted him. I trusted that he would not do anything to intentionally hurt me and I had to admit this was damn erotic. I released his head grabbing my tits then rubbing my nipples adoring the tingling sensation being sent throughout my body. It was all too much but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

  “Agggh. Ooooo. Aggghhhh,” I moaned feeling my clit about to burst as he pumped faster and harder with every stroke. “Fuck me, baby! Yeah! Yeah!”

  “Shh,” he said squeezing my neck tighter and tighter now only massaging with his thumbs as he banged me harder. “Take this dick.”

  “Oh, my go—” I gasped.

  The tighter he squeezed my neck the more my pussy throbbed. The danger and excitement of it all was what turned me on the most. My orgasm was rising again and this time I was ready to let it burst all of over his hardened manhood. He was hunched over locked, dog fucking me and I could not be freer.

  I allowed him to take me, take my body and do with it what he willed. He lay on my tits sucking on my right nipple sending my orgasm right out gushing and splashing all on his dick as he had forced it. It was amazing as I exhaled impressed that he was this damn good, my thighs trembling from the act.

  “Argh,” he bellowed rather loudly pressing in as hard as he could shooting his shot deeply inside of me. “Damn baby. That’s some fire ass pussy you got there. It’s so nice and wet and tight.”

  He collapsed right on top of me, gradually releasing his grip and pressing his head in between my plumped girls and
extending his tongue out to pleasure my left nipple. I was worn out, no good, exhausted but it slowly began to dawn on me that I had the rest of the workday to get through. I dreaded it so. That shit felt so good and his tongue on my tit felt like I was in a dreamland; I was hoping he was starting another round. I raised my leg up realizing that his schlong was still lost inside of me. Damn, that was good dick.

  “Alright. You’d better get back out there and get to work,” he said rising to straighten his clothes.

  “Oh…ok. I guess.” I felt cheap, like a whore. But, I guess I could not feel any other way having just fucked my boss on his desk.

  I felt as if I wanted to cry so badly but the tears refused to fall, not in front of him and definitely not at the office. There was no way I would let anyone see that my feelings were hurt by the magic that just happened inside. Everyone heard us, I know they did and now I would be the laughing stock of the office.

  It pained me even more since I did not want certain people to find out, even though I knew they would. I tried not to even utter a sniffle. With my clothes fixed decently back on my body, I checked my hair in the square four-mirror design on his wall. My hand was right on the doorknob and as I opened it I could already feel the leering eyes on the other side of the door began to pierce through my soul and whisper about what went on between us.

  “I’ll just be right out here if, if you need me.”

  “Hey, uh, Starla,” he called after as he finished his doing up his belt buckle.

  “Yes?”

  “Would you like to go get some lunch, you know, with me? I mean if that’s cool and all.”

  I smiled into his dreamy green eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

  Chapter 21

  Starla

  Spank Me

  It was Friday. He always wore his purple tie on days we had to be in court. He looked so good standing before the judge speaking so intelligently. I loved to watch him work. It was something about it that I found profoundly sexy. Maybe it was the way his suit draped on his well-toned body, or maybe it was the way his confidence resonated from his persona. Whatever it was it only made me want him more. And, seeing as though I had not had sex in four days all of my senses were kicked into overdrive when I was around him, needing and wanting more.