“That’s pretty ballsy trying to get the guy who knows what you did last year in Las Vegas fired.” C slowly turned around with a look of panic in her eyes. I got up from my desk and got behind her. I pulled her skirt up, exposing a black thong. “I see your choice of undergarments has improved since then”, I said. C yelped as I gave her ass a smack.
I guess some backstory is necessary. Our longtime news director retired and I was promoted to his spot. I now had an office, which C barged into after we went off air for the day. She was bitching about how lackluster the production was that day and threatening to get me fired. Seeing as I’m not afraid of her and wasn’t going to put up with her, I told her I thought she was cute when she was angry. She got even more pissed and said she was going to the station manager when I brought up Las Vegas.
“What do you want”, she nervously asked. She shuddered as I dragged my finger along her shoulder. I sat on my desk. “Nothing”, I replied. “I just think that it’s adorable that you of all people have the gall to try to take someone’s job when it’s you who needs to mind her p’s and q’s.” “What are you talking about”, she quizzed,, trying not to sound like she hadn’t had any skeletons in her closet. “If you’re talking about last year, I can just deny it. As much money as I bring this station, they’ll never can me.” “That’s true”, I replied. “But what will the public say when they found out the perfect Christian sweetheart not only had an extramarital affair, but her perfect Christian husband is well known in the, ahem, alternative lifestyle community?” “How the fuck did you know about that, you son of a bitch”, she asked angrily. “Not too much goes on around this place anymore that I don’t know about” I replied.
I went behind C and squeezed her ass. “What do you want from me”, C asked. “Nothing”, I answered. I bent her over my desk and traced the crotch of her panties with my finger. C let out a deep breath through her nose. “For someone who demands that the world caters to her every whim, you sure don’t have any leverage now, do ya?” I could feel her panties dampen. She let out a soft moan. “Just do what I tell you, drop the attitude, and start acting your age for once and I’ll keep my mouth shut. Deal?” “Fine. Just get this over with”, C said as she arched her back.
I pulled C’s panties off and tossed them aside. I began kissing my way up her long legs before I spread her ass cheeks. As I began to lap at her pussy, she gasped before asking, “You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” “Is that any way to talk to your new boss”, I asked in reply. I lapped at her pussy a little longer, her juices running down my chin before I got up and fished my rock hard cock out of my trousers.
I stood behind C and rubbed her clit with my dickhead. “I fucking hate you”, C moaned as she came for the first time. I said back, “That’s funny. You don’t look like you do.” C squealed as I slammed my cock inside of her. I began pounding her like I had always dreamed of doing. “You’re an asshole”, C said as I fucked her with abandon. I grabbed a handful of her luxurious black hair and grunted into her ear, “As long as I’m your boss, you call me ‘Sir’. Understand?” “Yes, Sir”, she grunted as she slammed her hands on my desk as she came a second time. “That’s better”, I said as I began to empty my nuts into her. She “Oh God, you didn’t cum in me, did you”she squealed as I pulled my semi flaccid cock out of her. “Maybe I did”, I said. “What can you do about it? Tell you what, go clean yourself up and go home and come back tomorrow with a better attitude. Sound like a plan?” “Yes, Sir”, she replied sarcastically as she reached for her panties. I grabbed them first and said, ” Uh uh. These are mine now.” She stormed out of my office and I watched as she hurried herself to the ladies room, trying not to leak any of my cum onto the floor.
I closed my door and smiled thinking about how much fun I was going to have with her.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m217xn/adventures_in_broadcasting_pt_9_back_for_more_eh