by Anya Aurelie
I nodded back, feeling small. Forget what happened? Forget losing my virginity? That was supposed to be a pivotal moment in every girl’s life, and he was asking me to treat it like just another day at the office.
“I’m…sorry,” I said, because I felt like I had to say something. I immediately kicked myself for apologizing.
“It was a mutual decision, but it’s important that we remain professional at all times. And that no one can know what happened.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “But…” Brian was in control here. He was the one talking, and I was the one listening. But I just had to know one thing. “But you’re not going to lay me off, are you?”
He picked up some papers on his desk and began shuffling them. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms flexing as he moved, and I knew he was only shuffling the papers to avoid having to look at me.
“You will not be laid off,” he said stiffly. “But please don’t mention this to anyone. No one else knows about the budget cuts, and it would not reflect well on either of us if it came out that we made a deal.”
“Of course,” I said quickly, and stood up to leave. I was disappointed not to get to feel Brian’s thick cock inside of my tight pussy again, not to get to feel his fingers and his mouth on my breasts as my nipples strained toward him in firm peaks. But I understood. Employees and bosses couldn’t do this sort of thing.
But he couldn’t stop me from remembering it, fantasizing about it. Every night for the next few days — and most days during lunch, alone in the women’s restroom, too — I touched myself at the memory of him pushing into me, popping me open, filling me full of his cum.
And I had some of the best orgasms of my life.
But we didn’t talk much over the next few days. We had a weekly meeting on Mondays — the meeting that, last week, had started it all, when Brian told me about the layoffs. The next Monday, I was again nervous to see him, because this would be the first time we’d spent more than a couple of minutes alone since he’d taken my virginity.
In the morning, at my swimming lessons, I felt the fabric of my swimsuit rub against my pussy as I walked, and I could hardly concentrate on what I was teaching. I was so horny, and so nervous.
In fact, I barely registered it when I saw a group of three high school–age boys joking around in the grass, pushing each other and laughing about something. They were the kind of guys I’d hated when I was in high school myself. It had only been a month since I’d graduated, but it felt like ages. I was older now, wiser. I’d had sex.
But now, I hardly noticed the boys. The lifeguard blew her whistle at them a few times when they got too rambunctious, and after a while they ran out of the pool area laughing maniacally.
Still I paid no attention. It was hard enough to concentrate on teaching my lesson when all I could think about was getting stretched open again. Now that I’d had a taste of sex, I was craving more.
After the lesson ended, I tried to leave as quickly as possible. My meeting with Brian started half an hour after my last lesson of the day, and it was a ten-minute drive to the Parks office. Add in changing clothes and walking to and from the car, and I didn’t have time to hang around the pool.
But one of the parents caught me. “I’d like to talk to you about Josie’s progress,” she said, and I couldn’t just ignore her. Talking with parents was part of my job too.
“She’s doing great!” I assured the woman, remembering Brian’s hands on my breasts. Was he thinking about me too? Did he remember that evening and touch himself even though he said we had to forget?
But the woman wasn’t satisfied. She kept me there for ten minutes while I tried to gracefully end the conversation and slip away, and I did my best not to think about sex.
When she was finally satisfied, I turned toward the grass, where I’d left my bag with my clothes. It wasn’t there.
I scanned the area, trying not to panic, but my bag was nowhere to be found. It was gone.
And it was only then that I remembered those boys, laughing in the grass and then running away so suddenly. And I got angry.
I was grateful that I’d stashed my purse inside the lifeguard station, but was kicking myself for not doing the same with my clothes. It had just always seemed easier that way — I could grab the clothes and duck straight into the restroom without having to go all the way to the other side of the pool to the lifeguard station. But now I was kicking myself for my laziness.
My brain raced. I didn’t have time to go home and get a change of clothes. I was already running late to my meeting because of the parent. And Brian hated when people changed plans or canceled on him at the last minute. He may have briefly been my lover, but he was first and foremost my boss. And layoffs were imminent.
My only option would be to go to the meeting in my swimsuit.
So much for looking like a professional. Acting like a professional. Proving my professional worth.
I wrapped my towel around my dripping, swimsuit-clad body and ran to my car. I’d have time to go home and change after the meeting, but for now my priority was just getting there on time, or as close as possible.
By the time I pulled into the parking lot at the Parks Department office, I had two minutes to spare. I rushed inside, and through my haste realized that my coworkers were staring at me. I flushed, but what could I do? I headed to Brian’s office, knocking on the door and entering, this time, without waiting for a response, like everyone else in the office did.
Brian glanced up from his computer and looked surprised. He looked me up and down. “Forget to change clothes?” he asked, amusement obvious in his voice.
“Some high school kids stole them,” I grumbled, taking a seat on the other side of his desk.
“That’s awful,” he said. But his eyes rested on my breasts. I saw him staring at the tight fabric, at the way it hugged my curves. I glanced down at my chest and saw that my nipples were hard, too, from the combination of the cold water in the pool and the air-conditioned room.
I started to stand up to wrap the towel tighter around me, to bring it up to my chest to at least hide my nipples, but then I thought, Fuck it. He’d already seen me completely naked, so what did I have to hide?
I kept the towel around my waist and settled back down in the chair.
Brian cleared his throat. “Um. This attire is not…I know that you teach swimming lessons in the morning, but I really need you to dress for work when you come into the office afterward.”
My mouth fell open in shock. “I just told you what happened!” I protested. “This wasn’t my fault!”
“You could’ve gone home and changed.”
The unfairness of the situation caught in my throat, and I just barely managed to squeak out the words, “But you hate when people cancel meetings or come late. I would’ve been really late.”
“Sometimes it’s unavoidable,” he said, and I hung my head in shame. There was just no pleasing this man.
I could feel Brian’s eyes on me still, and when I looked back up at him I saw him looking at my body again. “Or you could keep a change of clothes at the office,” he suggested, but there was an obvious disconnect between what he was saying and the way his eyes were roaming over my curves.
“In fact,” he continued, “I think I have a shirt you can wear. It’s probably big enough that if you tie it at the waist, it would work as a dress.”
My hand instinctively drifted up to my breast as I said, “I need a bra.”
“Oh, it might work,” he said dismissively. “Stand up.”
“What, now?” I was confused. Surely Brian didn’t want me to change into his oversize shirt right here in his office…did he?
“Stand,” he repeated. I stood, letting the towel drop down to my feet.
Brian stood too and came around his desk to stand behind me. He leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “You think this is appropriate? You think you can run around in my office half-naked?”
“No, sir,
” I said. What was happening? I’d never called him sir before, but it had just slipped out. He’d never taken this tone with me before.
Brian slapped my ass then, then reached between my legs and dragged his fingernail along the smooth fabric of the swimsuit, on the outside of my pussy. “Call me sir again,” he said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “I like that.”
“Yes, sir,” I said. He reached up and grabbed hold of one of my swimsuit straps, and I shivered as I felt his fingers slide beneath it. Then the hand that had been between my legs ran all the way up my back and landed on the other strap. I stood still, not sure what to do.
“We’re going to get you changed into something more appropriate,” he said. “Something less skin-tight, that doesn’t show your legs all the way up to your pussy.” And he slid the straps on either shoulder down my upper arms. The top of my suit in the front began to roll down too as he continued to slide the straps down, and I sucked in a breath as the tops of my breasts and then my nipples were exposed.
“See how easy it would be for someone to do this to you?” he asked. “We need to prevent this kind of thing from happening in the office.”
I swallowed. My pussy was starting to get wet. I wondered how far he’d go. He’d told me just a few days earlier that what we’d done last week could never, ever happen again…yet now he seemed to be leading into sex for a second time. Right here in his office. In the middle of the workday. With all the other employees outside. At least, the few who wouldn’t be on their lunch breaks right now.
Brian let go of my swimsuit and grabbed my breasts from behind in both hands. His hands felt warm against my clammy, damp skin, and my nipples bore into his fingers. It felt so good.
Then he reached down the front of my swimsuit and between my legs, searching with his finger for my clit. I spread my legs apart slightly to give him better access. No matter what we’d promised each other, no matter who else was in the office, I was powerless to resist my boss’s advances. Ever since he’d filled me up for the first time, I wanted nothing more than a repeat of the situation.
His finger found my nub, and he rubbed around it, then pulled his hand out, licked his finger, and put it back down my swimsuit. I couldn’t help but groan when he touched me again, the slick moisture helping him to glide over the surface of my skin.
Then he reached down further, toward my hole, and without even meaning to I lifted one leg up and rested it on his desk, spreading myself wide open and allowing him easier access to my pussy.
He pushed inside of me all at once. I moaned again and ground into his finger.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathed into my ear, still standing behind me and reaching around my half-naked body. “You want me bad, don’t you, you naughty little slut?”
“I do,” I whispered. “Sir.”
He pulled out of me and shoved his finger into my mouth, and I sucked my moisture off of him, the taste of chlorine mixing with the taste of my own pussy. Brian pushed my swimsuit the rest of the way down my legs, revealing my naked body in its entirety, and I stepped out of it, leaving it in a pile on the floor.
Then I turned around to face Brian, who looked me up and down in satisfaction. “You temptress,” he whispered with a grin. “I told you we can’t do this again, and then you waltz in here in your skin-tight, wet swimsuit…How can I resist?”
This had not been my intention, but I was not about to put a stop to things. I only hoped his office was soundproof. I hadn’t been working at the department long enough to know.
“Get my cock out,” he demanded, and I unzipped him and struggled to pull his erect shaft out of the opening in his pants, just as he’d done the other day. I wondered if this time he’d get fully naked, or if he’d stay clothed like he had before. There was something surprisingly sexy about being naked in front of a fully clothed man, servicing his cock.
I knelt in front of him on the cold tile floor without needing to be told, and leaned forward until my breath tickled the tip of his cock, which was only an inch from my face. Then I looked up at him. He was staring down at me, watching, and as I looked at him he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face onto his cock.
I took the massive beast into my mouth and licked around and around it with my tongue. He felt so huge in my mouth — he had a large cock, as far as I knew, but somehow, in my mouth, it felt enormous. It stretched me open and filled up the entirety of my mouth, and after a moment I relaxed and let him take control.
He pushed his cock down my throat, then pulled out of me. Then he tapped at my lips with the head of his cock as though to say, “Open up.” I did, and he shoved it deep into me again.
Soon I was entirely in his control, breathing when his cock left my mouth and holding my breath when he was shoved down my throat. I loved the feeling of being dominated and used, and could feel my cunt getting wetter by the second. It was all I could do not to reach down and touch myself.
After a few minutes, Brian pulled me to my feet by my hair and let me behind his desk. There he draped me onto his desk chair, a solid leather chair without wheels. I leaned against it with my breasts and arms pushed into the leather, my ass high up in the air. He stood behind me and began slapping my ass, then spreading me open. I felt so totally, deliciously exposed and dirty.
What was I doing? Here at work, in the middle of the day? With my boss, after we’d made a promise never to do this again?
But when Brian bent over me and his tongue descended on my pussy from behind, all thoughts of how wrong this was vanished. All I could think about was how amazing his hot tongue felt, the way his stubble grazed my asshole as his tongue pushed inside of my pussy. Then he grabbed my clit gently between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, tonguing over it with quick flicks.
Oh god, I could’ve come right then.
Except for the knock at the door at that exact moment, which made me jump a full inch. I knew what happened after a knock: Someone would enter, without waiting for an answer. I shot down to the floor behind his desk, my heart pounding in my chest. Brian stayed surprisingly calm, taking a seat in the newly available desk chair to hide his exposed cock.
The door opened a crack, and I heard the voice of one of my coworkers, Karen. “Do you have a moment?”
“Actually, I don’t,” he said, not a quaver in his voice. “Can you come back in twenty minutes?”
“Sure thing,” she said, and the door closed again. Brian stood back up and helped me to my feet, grinning at my panic. He went to the door, popped the lock on the handle in, and returned to me.
“Now,” he said. “Where were we?” And he shoved me roughly down against his desk so that I was sitting on the edge of it facing him, then pushed two fingers into my tight pussy, massaging me on the inside with them.
I moaned, right away almost unable to control myself. He pulled his fingers out of me just as quickly as he’d put them in, and in the next instant his cock was positioned against my hole, and he was pushing.
At first he felt too big to fit. I couldn’t believe we’d done this before — there was no way, it seemed, that he’d be able to get inside of me.
He spread my pussy apart with his hands, opening me up further, and tried again. This time the head of his cock disappeared into me. He pulled back and thrust, and slowly, thrust by thrust, he managed to get inside of me. Fuck, it was a tight fit. But it felt so good I could hardly believe it.
I lay back against the desk, letting him stand between my legs and push in and out of me. When I realized I was moaning with each thrust, I clapped a hand over my mouth, trying to stay quiet. I couldn’t believe how stretched out I felt, and how amazing.
After a few minutes Brian crawled on top of the desk and onto my body, thrusting with even more force from this angle, getting even deeper into my pussy. I pushed up into him and arched my back to make my breasts stand up. He grabbed them both and used them as leverage as he continued shoving into my body.