by Mia Madison
In the small but trendily decorated coffee room, three workers are huddled by the Nespresso machines.
“Did you see Andrea hanging off Mr Wellman last night. He's never ever in the twelve years I've worked here stayed more than ten minutes at the party. He exits as soon as we're done roasting him and given him his gift. Do you think there's something going on between him and his secretary?”
“For sure, I mean did you -?”
They look up and a conspiratorial silence drops when they ascertain it's the temp, eavesdropping on their conversation. An outsider. Not privy to office gossip.
“Hi,” I blather. They give me a fixed half smile and get back to innocently preparing lattes.
So that was why he took so long to come back to his office. He caved in to Andrea's seductive charms. The list of falsehoods is growing. I shouldn’t be surprised. Corporate ass-hats like him have zero qualms about life wrecking lies. Why would he care about one or two dropped on the office temp? I tip the froth from the aeroccino into my cup and head purposely back to my bunker.
Another box has appeared on my desk since last night. Was it there earlier, when I arrived? Shit, more work. Another dusty pile of useless paperwork. Would it be arson if I lit a match on all this crap? The building sprinklers would take care of the fire before it got out of hand. I heft the box so as to toss it to the floor but it's light. Not heavy enough to contain stacks of paper. I tear back the tape on the peeling cardboard and pull up the flaps.
Two bright red boxes sit inside, garlanded with thick luxury ribbon. Gold script across each box reads, 'Saks Fifth Avenue'. The gorgeous luxury department store a few blocks from the office.
I tug one end of the bow, wondering what's going on. Whether these gifts are meant for me or belong to someone who figured my storage room was a perfect hiding spot.
I gasp a long breath when I lift the white thick tissue to reveal stunning black and pale flesh colored stockings with real lace tops. They feel like a waterfall of whispery satin when I lift them from the wrap. There's also a very expensive lace and gauze black garter belt, one in scarlet and another in the same pale pink flesh tone. My heart is a band marching through my chest as I unwrap the second box.
I know these gifts can only be mine. From him. And I know what's in the second box by its shape. My mouth falls open as I pick up the most exquisite shoe I've ever held. Its easily six inches of heel with a cage fanning out around the back of the calf and triple ankle straps.
Does Andrea have a similar gift on her desk this morning? I can't stand the thought that she has his attention as well as me. But the idea of wearing his present when he returns to the office sets my clit twitching and I slip into the stockings and garter belt then strap the shoes around my ankles. I feel like a goddess all of a sudden, wearing shoes that must cost close to two grand – a months salary. They give the effect of bondage caging my feet. Now they'll have something to gossip about when I totter out to get coffee wearing these.
I wait for an hour, unable to get to work but no call comes. He doesn't send someone to get me. And finally I hunker down to the mind stultifying papers. My top half belongs to a boring office temp but beneath the desk, my legs are crossed to squeeze tug butt plug and my swollen hungry pussy between my naked inner thighs. The most erotic day at the office imaginable.
Aside from I guess he's going to leave me hanging.
The thought is depressing and I'm considering a little fondle of my hard clit under the desk when I'm thrown off kilter by the door clicking shut behind me.
My eyes fly up to Mr Wellman's troubled features. The boss himself has walked down the storage corridor to come into my closet.
People will definitely talk.
I stand up to face him and his stare takes in the shoes then travels lingeringly all the way up my body. I lean back into my desk for support before my thighs give out. He is even more gorgeous than my all-night fantasy. Stunning in a costly dark suit and arty tie. While I must look haggard from lack of sleep.
“You look beautiful today, Miss Jury,” he says.
“You too, Sir,” I whisper, my breath has evaporated into pants.
Can he see my tits rising and falling way too fast?
“Strip,” he grits out. “Get out of that skirt and bare your tits for me.”
“But -” I squeak out, My hands already going to the buttons to undo my blouse.
His eyes burn into my fingers, shaking with the fastenings. His cock is already swollen in his fine wool pants and he is immovable in his demand. I have no excuse. Sure there are people just down the passage. Anyone could come in. I'm the young temp on her first job. And the biggest one, he's my boss. He lied to me, or hid the fact. But I don’t care. I just want to be naked before him and have his gaze of appreciation smothering my body. His strong fingers squeezing my sensitive points again.
I leave my bra on while I struggle with the skirt which feels too tight all of a sudden. I'm huffing at the stifling air in the small room. Mr Wellman also gasps for oxygen, his breath coming in short bursts that sound like a wild animal in the brush. Once I wiggle the waistband over my hips, I let the garment drop to the ground and step daintily out of it. Mr Wellman's gaze drinks in my pussy like a demon. I open wider as my leg steps to the side and he lets out a sound like he'd like to ravage me as his last meal.
“Bra,” he grits out.
I don't obey. A sudden wave of fear rippling through me. What's he going to do? Is he going to clamp me and hurt me. What happens with the things he left buried in my asshole? I never had a chance to discover much about that during my transit searches.
“Did you hear me?” he rasps, low and dangerous.
I nod my head minutely. Still frozen motionless.
“Do I have to teach you another lesson not to defy me?”
I reach behind very slowly, unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor by my skirt. The sensuality of being naked in my little office while my boss consumes the sight of my bare tits, my already soaked through panties, is too much. My pussy clenches, desperate to clutch anything into her needy walls.
“Panties,” he orders.
I don't want to. I don’t want him to see how dripping aroused I am for him. Not when he's going to deny himself to me in every way. I'm completely vulnerable.
“Miss Jury,” he bites.
He's irresistible. A human magnet forcing me to come to him, a hypnotist taking control of my mind. Not that I'm putting up a huge resistance. My hands move to my hips, then I realize I pulled on the garter belt over top of my underwear and they won't come down. They halt halfway down my thighs and I'm left biting the corner of my mouth, unsure what to do, needing his direction. My eyes fly back to his scowl. He's gazing at my bare naked clit. I did manage a close shave job in the shower this morning. My hard pink point is glistening and shoving out between my pussy lips. My boss, Mr Wellman, CEO, looks like he's using every ounce of restraint not to tear my legs open and ravish me.
“Play with yourself,” he says. “Tug your tits. Stroke that starving little pink pussy.”
I shake my head in the negative now. I'm stark naked aside from the stockings, the dropped thong, the little ball weight hanging down between my legs driving me to distraction. The only thing I want to tug is his big cock toward my entrance or failing that, my hair at the roots, like a woman driven insane. He's giving me nothing. I'm his little amusement. A game of how far he can push me before I collapse to my knees begging him to fuck me.
“I want you to play with me,” I reply with as much sass as my outfit imparts. “I want you to fuck me. Here. Right now.”
Chapter Twelve
My breath hitches as he moves into my space.
“You deny me again,” he rasps. His hot breath falls across my lip, smelling musky and masculine. “Turn around, Ms Jury.”
I reluctantly, slowly turn to face the desk, shivers running down my legs.
He sweeps the empty box and the papers I spent all day collating yesterday
to the ground.
“Now I'm going to need to work here another month to do that over,” I yell.
He looks surprised at my protest, then amused which further fires my frustration.
“You abandoned me for your secretary last night.”
Then he genuinely looks taken aback.
“Are you crazy? There isn't a woman on the planet that could tempt me away from you.”
And again he stuns me speechless. My boss pushes me firmly, but gently, forward over the desk, apparently pleased with my jealous outburst and his silencing of me. My hands go splaying to catch my upper body and I let out a squeal as a sharp pain sears through my butt cheek as his hand slams down. The sound of the slap is almost worse than the prickling hot pain. Then another clap comes down on the other cheek. I gasp back a howl before the heat spreads through my core, radiating pleasure surges to the ends of me. Two more resounding slaps on my butt, the loud clapping must be audible down the hall.
“Open your legs.” Mr Wellman demands.
I do as he says and he rains down four more sharp slaps across my burning cheeks. I let my elbows relax, dropping my weight so my tits press into the desk. Grinding out the fearsome need from my nipples into the papers that remain scattered on the surface. Every slap shifts the objects he inserted in my butt hole so they drive my delirium toward the stratosphere. My head is set to explode with the colored red and purple lights flying across my vision. I rotate my hips making the objects in my butt roll across the tight wall. And receive another wet slap, this one close to my pussy mouth.
“Ohhh.” I moan as the sting diffuses into another huge wave pleasure.
“You want me to fuck you?” Mr Wellman says, gruff and brusque. “Is that what you demanded?”
“Yes,” I mewl in a teeny voice. “Yes please sir. Please fuck me.”
“Me? You're sure it's me you want, not some young guy filling your tight wet little pussy?”
“No. Please. No one else, Sir. Only you.”
I recall how he promised to fill me with cock that maybe wasn't his and am still confused by that statement.
Another delicious spanking rains across my hole and then slap, slap, slap on my burning cheeks.
My panties are down around my thighs and I'm bent bare assed over the desk for my boss, playing headmaster. It's the filthiest and most divine thing ever. I don’t want it to ever stop except my body is going to explode any second. My orgasm is forcing its way into my clit, threatening and receding, prodding and receding. The second he touches my clit or pushes inside me I'll fly tumbling over the edge.
“I'm going to thrust into your wet pussy so hard. Every lip on your body is going to be swollen and sore from my cock. Every step you take tomorrow is going to remind you of me. Every breathe you take is going to make you remember my hard cock inside you.”
“Please. Yes, please. I want that, Sir.”
Surges of power fly through me. I need him to lose the masterful control and devour me. Pummel into me like he'll thrust through into the depths of me. It's so wrong to spread myself open to be consumed by the boss but the electricity between us is unstoppable.
His hand holds me down on the desk across the small of my back, as he finishes off the spanking with four more sharp slaps that leave me breathless.
“Open your legs,” he orders.
I will split open if I stretch my hip joints further but the sound of his zip being lowered makes me shudder and I do as he says. I try to get a look at his cock, sure it must be as perfect as his face, but his hand holds me down on the desk while his bulbous head finds my entrance. I'm fisting sheets of his precious documents scrunching them up in my ravenous need. My mouth stretches open against the hard surface and I let out a cry as his huge girth slides all the way into my pussy.
He shoves right to the end of my tunnel, filling me so I feel each inch pull me open as he wants me. I'm so soaked for his cock, he invades my walls easily, stretching them until they surrender to his rock solid girth. I’m filled with the most amazing sensation of fullness. He holds buried deep in my pussy so I can relish being broken by him. Then he withdraws slowly all the way to the tip, which he circles in the hollow of my pussy mouth, gathering up all my wetness. Then he rams all the way into me and my ass explodes.
“Ohhh.' I whimper into the desk as my ass and my pussy threaten to detonate at the same time.
He pounds into me again, at the same time he tugs on the string and pops out one of the butt plugs.
“Ahhhh.” I squeal so loud I’m surprised that nice old man from security doesn't appear again.
My climax is so close, I’m shivering on the edge of the precipice, ready to hurl myself in. But Mr Wellman has complete charge of me. He waits with the tip of his amazing cock resting in my pussy mouth while I shudder through a series of pre-climax spasms, then rams into me again, tugging out another plug so my ass trembles from the feeling of being full and empty the same time.
I can't take it. I’m going to lose my mind and be carted out of here to Bellevue. He is literally driving me into the next world. He thrusts so deep into me, I feel him at my cervix. Picking up the pace, he drills his cock deeper, faster.
“That's it, Baby,” he groans out, panting. “Squeeze me, hug me and come all over my big cock.'
Two more rapid jerks, in time with popping the butt plugs and I come completely undone. Moaning and thrashing all over the desk, screaming and wailing his name.
“Mr Wellman, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
With one final hard pumping, he clenches then empties his cock into me with a low groan. I tighten my channel around him, squeezing every drop out of him, until he gasps and lowers his hard torso onto my back. He holds most of his weight with his ab muscles so as crush me just enough. We lie sprawled across thee desk, panting until our heart rates slow beneath cardiac arrest level.
“Fuck you are unbelievable,” he burrs into my soaked hair. “I never felt a pussy so wet so tight and so responsive.”
“You're pretty unbelievable yourself,” I say, feeling so infused with happy relaxation, I might lie spread across my desk like an angel in the snow until the end of the day.
But Mr Wellman inexplicably tenses when I say that and slowly withdraws his still magnificent big prick from my pussy. I feel empty without him straining at my walls and now the soreness from the pummeling is very noticeable. Like he promised, I'm going to think of him every step I take right through the holidays.
He sits on my chair. There's only one in the room and I haven’t quite worked out where I'm going to put myself.
“Lick me clean,” he orders me and I immediately drop to my knees. His cock is a stunner. Broad and still solid. I can't wait to feel his heft on my tongue. I wrap both hands around the root and position my lips, in a pout at his tip that's glistening with our mixed cum. The scent of our climax is sweet on his hot skin. I gaze up at him from beneath my lashes as I slowly slip down his length, letting my mouth stretch wide to accommodate him.
Squatting at his feet, my breasts bouncing, I lap every sticky drop, licking and sucking him until he's rock hard again. He throws his head back as I flex my mouth around his swollen pole, working him into a frenzy with a combination of sucking into my throat and deep long licking of the underside. He reaches to cup my tits in his palms, squeezing them hard as I incite him to get off in my mouth. One hand moves to my head, to hold me still while he thrusts into the back of my throat.
I pick up the pace with my tongue, lapping vigorously at the bulging vein until he explodes into me and I take it all, swallowing every delicious drop of him. When he's finished fucking my mouth so hard my lips are swollen, I stay on my knees with my cheek resting on his knee like his pet.
He slips his beautiful cock back into his fine wool pants but stays seated in my chair while he strokes my hair. I sit motionless, terrified that he'll get up and leave. I don't want him to ever go.
Chapter Thirteen
We stay there, him in the chair, me crou
ched at his feet, like master and docile pet until our breathing becomes less ragged.
I've taken my boss in my pussy and my mouth yet I still don't even know his name. Nor do I understand what's happening here. Swags of confusion load up on my shoulders as I wonder what the hell is going on between us. One minute he's fucking me, then he turned off, then he takes me to my front door in his limo which for sure was not on his route home. Then he disappeared. Confounded doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling.
And then there was that little slip about some other temp can take care of this mess, which is now a catastrophe. The papers are strewn across the floor, those on the desk are balled into trashcan basketballs. I'm going to be in so much trouble with Andrea. But I hardly care. All that matters is that Mr Wellman doesn’t toss me aside yet.
He gently raises me from under his comforting palm on my head and helps me to my knees. My elbows rest on his thick thighs to cup my chin and look up at him.
“What?” he burrs, soft and gruff, his gaze taking in how my arms are pressing my cleavage into the vee of his legs.
He loves my tits and I make full use of them to entice him. I just stare up at his stunning face, softly relaxed after his double climax. It appears I'm unable to ever stop staring at him. He's just an impossibly perfect human specimen. And he just fucked me into next year. It seems out of this world strange to be sitting at his feet stark naked aside from my new shoes and the now destroyed stockings while he's fully clothed. As though what just happened between was a myth.
“How's your head?” I ask, receiving an indulgent smile in return.
“Something always manages to cure my tension,” he says as he strokes my cheek and lifts a tendril of hair that's stuck there.
“Something or someone?” I press.