[mF] [Fdom] [oral] Tuesday morning at the office (part 2)

This is a continuation of the Friday night story. I’m thinking I might make it a thing and keep writing about them.
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You had a long weekend. Time seemed to slow to a crawl and all you could think about was coming back to the office on Tuesday morning. Friday afternoon’s scene kept playing in your head, driving you wild. You had a permanent hard-on all weekend which scored you extra points with your wife, but what you were really thinking about was your boss’s sweet pussy, what it felt like to kneel on the floor in front of her wide open legs. 

Distracted, you park the car and make your way into the elevator in your building. Your cock is already straining against your pants and your heart is beating faster, as the elevator climbs up towards the 7th floor and you wonder what’s in store this morning. Should you say hi first? Should you stop by her office at all, or go straight to yours? You stop in the kitchen to put your lunch in the fridge and sigh with relief when you’re the only one there. You round the corner and are relieved, if somewhat disappointed to see her door is closed. That’s nothing new, though, she’s usually in her first meeting by the time you get in. 

You reach the end of the hall and walk into your office, thankful that you can close the door and gather your thoughts. As you open your email you notice a new meeting invite in your inbox. It’s from her assistant. Subject: “Working Lunch”. No other information. You notice it’s scheduled from 11 until 1, in your office. Your cock gives an involuntary twitch. Your office is out of the way. Nobody walks past it. You’re at the end of the hall. You accept the meeting (as if you had another choice), and get to work on some files. 

You look up with a start as you hear a knock at your door, and realize it’s 10:57. How is it time for your meeting already? 

“Come in!” you call out, as your voice cracks and you clear your throat nervously. The door opens and she flashes you a smile as she walks in, closes the door behind her, and you hear the click of her locking it. Is she actually doing this? It’s the middle of the day, you might have a private office but the walls are thin, and everyone can hear muffled voices when you’re on the phone or on a conference call. 

She walks towards your desk and says “Good morning, Mr. R. I hope I’m not interrupting anything? We had a meeting scheduled for 11 AM.” She stands across the desk from you and you lean away from your computer and reply “Not at all, I was expecting you. I mean, I knew you were going to come… I saw the meeting invite.” 

She continues looking at you with an amused look on her face. 

“Please, have a seat,” you say, and she laughs quietly. 

“I wasn’t asking for permission.” she replies. 

She remains standing as she places a folder and note pad on your desk. She removes her suit jacket and drapes it over the chair. You see her tits through her blouse, her nipples are hard and you’re sure she isnt wearing a bra. Then she sits down across from you and says “Did you have a good weekend, Mr. R?” 

“Y-yes, it was great, and please, you can call me —-” 

“I can call you whatever I want, Mr. R.” she looks into your eyes and your cock gives another twitch. 

“Tell me, did you fuck your wife this weekend?” you don’t know what to say.

“I… Yeah, I.. we…” her laugh interrupts you and she has a hungry look in her eyes. “I wanted to discuss our new project proposal,” she says. “We can pick up where we left off on Friday. There were a few details I wanted to work out. Can you pull up the costing analysis spreadsheet you prepared for me last quarter? I want to review some numbers with you.” she continues. 

You do as you’re told, turning back to your computer screen. You feel her eyes on you and your cheeks begin to get warm as you click through the folders on your computer, trying to find where you saved the document she’s asking for. 

“I’ll just be a moment,” you say, feeling nervous. You have no idea where she’s going with this. Finally you find what you’re looking for and bring up the document. “Here it is.” You say. 

She stands and walks around the desk, saying “Great. Let me get a closer look.” She sits on your desk, to your right. She’s wearing a black skirt, and you notice she has stockings on. Her thigh brushes against your right arm and you struggle to keep looking at the spreadsheet on the screen. 

“Tell me, what did we say the new order was going to cost us?” She asks as she reaches forward and grabs your cock through your pants. You jump, then quickly recover and say “Half a million dollars, give or take…” your voice trails off as you bite your tongue to keep from moaning audibly. She slides down so she’s on her knees in front of you and says “Do we have an exact breakdown?” 

Her hands reach for your pants. She undoes your button and unzips you and reaches her hand inside your boxers. Your cock springs right up. You are so turned on, you can’t believe this is happening and you’re worried about people overhearing you. 

“Yes, we based it on last year’s audit.” you answer as she begins rubbing your cock with both hands. 

“Good. Read it to me.” She says, as she leans forward and gives you a long lick from your balls all the way up. You can’t help it, and a small gasp escapes you. She looks at you and squeezes your cock harder. 

“Mr. R., we really need to get to the bottom of this and sort out this financial forecast. I need to hear what the audit said.” 

You pull up the document and start reading from the beginning. She reaches up to whisper in your ear “That’s a good boy, you just keep reading until I tell you to stop.” and then suddenly your cock is in her mouth and waves of pleasure move through your whole body. 

You continue reading, pausing here and there to take a deeper breath than normal as she strokes you and licks you. You can see her skirt riding up and you see the top of her stockings poking out and this turns you on more. You press your hips up to drive your cock deeper into her mouth, but she stops, suddenly. She stands up and lifts her skirt up over her hips and you see she’s not wearing panties. The inside of her thighs are slick with her juices, and she reaches down and presses one finger into her pussy, inhales deeply, then takes her finger out and brings it to her lips. She turns her back to you and spreads her legs further, then reaches back with her left hand to grab your cock. She rubs it along her opening once, then slides you all the way in as she sits back on your lap. 

“You stopped reading, Mr. R. I need to hear more about the recommendations put forth in the report…” she bites her lip and presses you deeper inside her, then starts to grind her hips around and around. You are struggling to read, your voice catching and then continuing on. You can barely keep track of your sentences, of where you are in the document. She lifts herself up slowly, then drives her hips back down. She does this several times and you pause each time for a few seconds, afraid you’ll moan. 

You’re so close, you can feel your balls tightening and you know you’re going to cum soon, but she suddenly stops and stands up. She turns around so she’s facing you and she puts one foot up on your armrest, which spreads her pussy lips and you see her swollen clit there, in front of your face. She tells you “That’s enough, I think we’ve gathered enough background information now. Let’s continue on to the next part.” She takes your head and brings it forward to her pussy, and you lap at her slit hungrily. She’s so wet, your chin is soaked in seconds. You reach your hands up between her legs and grab hold of her ass cheeks as you pull her aggressively to you, your tongue reaching out to bury itself inside her, her fingers in your hair. 

She says, “I’ve scheduled a supplier meeting for next week…” you move to suck gently on her clit and take it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it gently.

“…. It’ll probably be in my office….” your hands squeeze her ass tighter and then you take one finger and put it inside her slowly, as you place your mouth over her mound and start to suck her gently. You move your finger in and out and her breath quickens.

“…we need to make sure we meet with our finance department first, though….” your finger continues moving, in and out, and you add another. She gasps and you quicken your pace, your sucking intensifying, then taking your tongue and circling her clit slowly, then faster and faster. 

“…I think you and I will need to have another meeting before then, to really hammer out the approach we’re going to take…” she gasps. Your tongue continues swirling, faster, your fingers pushing deeper, her hands on your head, her thighs shaking as her pussy begins to squeeze and pulse around your fingers. She grips your head, hard, and her left leg is shaking, she can barely hold herself up so she pushes your head and your hands away, takes your rock hard cock in her hand and sits on it, just as her orgasm peaks. You gasp, as you’re plunged back into her hot, wet pussy and she moves slowly back and forth on your lap, her pussy clenching around your cock. Her pussy is pulsing and it’s too much, the pressure gets you off so you bite her shoulder to keep from crying out, shooting your cum deep inside her, grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, hard, harder, as she grips your head and kisses you, your tongues wrapping together, your breathing slowly coming down. 

She looks into your eyes and says “Mr. R., I think I’m going to enjoy us working so closely together.”

She stands up, slowly, your cock sliding out of her. The top of her stockings are wet, her thighs slick with both your juices as your cum drips out of her. The sight of her wet, swollen pussy drives you wild and you push her back until she’s sitting on the edge of your desk. You spread her legs and bury your face between her thighs, licking, sucking, tasting both of your juices on her. She wraps her legs around your head and gives a soft moan of pleasure as you continue working your tongue and kissing her pussy, her thighs, your lust only marginally satisfied. She gives a soft laugh as she grabs your hair and pulls your head up. 

“Slow down, Mr. R. There’ll be plenty more lunch meetings in our future.” she winks, and stands back up. She straightens her skirt and pulls it down to hide the mess between her legs, then walks around to grab her suit jacket and put it on. She picks up her files and heads for the door. She pauses as she looks back at you one last time before leaving and closing the door behind her, and you sit, pants around your ankles, dazed, trying to wrap your head around what just happened. 

You’re fucking your boss. Or, more accurately, she’s fucking you. You can still taste her in your mouth, and you can’t wait for your next meeting.

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