*This story was originally posted on my previous account under the name u/Remember-The-Account. The text of the story is largely the same; however, I did correct some grammatical errors and well as improve the overall pacing. Over the next few weeks, I will continue to revise and re-upload more of my old work as well as upload new stories that I have been working on since I last posted over two years ago. Thank you to everyone who kept my stories alive while I was gone. It feels great to be back and I can’t wait to show you all what I’ve been working on!*
—Original Story Starts Here—
Life as an accountant for SugarSide inc. has been rough for the past few weeks. Actually, *rough* isn’t really the right word for it. Oppressive is much more fitting. So oppressive in fact that David, a guy from marketing who works across the hall, had even joked that the *SS* logo of *SugarSide* actually stood for The Schutzstaffel, Nazi Germany’s secret police. Sounds a bit harsh for a candy company, huh? Not really.
Three weeks ago the owner of SugarSide, Mr. Bertinelli, discovered that there may be someone embezzling a sizable amount of money. Naturally, all eyes have been on accounting ever since. Mr. Bertinelli even went as far as to hire an outside firm to review our books. I was barred from my office for over a week before they were satisfied that I, and my record keeping, were clean. And even now, myself and my entire department are under a microscope 24/7. After nearly ten years at the company you’d think I would be treated a little better, but apparently not. I, like the rest of my fellow corporate office dwellers, am a suspect.
I’ve thought about who it might be for a while now and honestly I am completely stumped. After regaining access to my own computer and the company’s accounting software, I couldn’t seem to find where the hell that money went. It seems to have just vanished.
My boss and the owners daughter, Cindy Bertinelli, has been especially aggravating during this office siege. While I have never really liked her due to her stuck-up, rich girl attitude, lately she has been even more unbearable: Asking us to stay over with no additional compensation, putting extra pressure on the sales staff to make up for lost revenue, and just being an insufferable person in general.
For over a year she has strutted around the office in her tight dresses and hooker heels taking credit for good sales numbers that are only good because the economy is bullish. The truth is the only reason she is running the company in the first place is because of those stable sales. She’s simply a place holder. Auto-pilot for when the winds are steady. As soon as turbulence hits, dear old daddy will step back in and right our course.
Today Cindy was doing her normal rounds through the office, gossiping as she went, when she abandoned her normal rut and walked right up to my door. This was something she almost never did unless she had a specific request for me. Small talk was uncommon between us.
“Hi, Ron. How is accounting?” She said in her usual overly happy yet somehow demeaning tone. Her short blonde hair was tucked behind her ears and revealed strong facial features with makeup applied conservatively. Today’s dress was black with white accents. It was tight around her breasts and stomach but flowed freely as it moved down her body. Her normal black, polished heels revealed freshly painted nails.
“Hi, Miss Bertinelli. Accounting is good and boring. Just the way I like it.” I said as I casually closed the Chrome tab that had Reddit pulled up.
“I’ll bet. These past few weeks have been hectic for your department.” She said stepping through the doorway and turning to close the door behind her.
“You can say that again. I’m just happy to have the keys to my office back.” It seemed small talk *was* on the agenda today.
“Well we’re happy to have you back. I didn’t like those goons rummaging through our things any more than the rest of you did. They came in here and treated everyone like criminals because my father has this crazy idea in his head that money is going missing from the inside.”
She was speaking to me in a very familiar tone. She had never spoken to me like this before. What did she want?
“Well actually I think he may be right about money going missing,” I said, pulling up the spreadsheets, “I’m looking into last months travel expenses, and there is still close to four-thousand dollars unaccounted for.”
She walked around to the back of my desk and peered over my shoulder to look at my computer screen. “Show me?”
I did. I walked her through the charges for last month line by line for several minutes. I spoke uninterrupted the entire time save for some *Hmms* and *ahhhs* to let me know she was still listening.
She was already close enough to me that I felt my personal space was being invaded when she leaned in closer. Her right breast was now inches from my face. I stared directly ahead not daring to let my eyes wonder.
“Well here’s your problem.” She said pointing to the hotel costs line. “There’s no way it’s that low. I spent more that that on travel last month alone.”
Suddenly I forgot all about the breast mere inches from my face and looked closer at the screen. Was it really something as simple as unlogged travel expenses?
“I have a whole log of travel invoices in my office that don’t seem to be listed here.”
“Did you not give them to me with he rest of the expense reports last month?”
“I guess not.” She said air-headed-ly. “I’ll have them sent over shortly and you can get this entire mess straightened out!”
“No, I don’t think so,” I said, scrolling feverishly through the entries, “All the hotel costs were logged correctly.”
I clicked to another sheet inside the excel spreadsheet before continuing, “You gave me all of your receipts on this day and I logged them correctly.”
She leaned in even closer. Her breast was now laying weightily on my shoulder and I could almost taste her flowery perfume.
Her tone was stern now, “I think you should look over the numbers again, Ron. I really feel like the missing money is in the travel expenses somewhere.”
She looked directly at me, her eyes only inches from mine. I noticed they were the color of emeralds and stunningly beautiful. I had always known she was attractive but my dislike for her had always clouded how hot she actually was.
I could feel my penis beginning to grow as the eye contact continued for an uncomfortable amount of time. She leaned in to whisper directly into my ear, her cheek now resting against my own, “The money is in there somewhere. Find it for me, would ya?”
Her hand found its way to my groin and stayed there. She held me in her hand as her tongue pressed against my earlobe and ran slowly up the length of my ear. Her teeth bit playfully into my ear and tugged as she continued to grope me.
My office door was unlocked. Anyone could walk in at any moment. I considered getting up to lock it, but before I could, Cindy once again locked eyes with me. She leaned in and pressed her small tongue into my mouth. We stayed like that for a long moment. I hadn’t kissed anyone for longer than I cared to admit. This job had dominated my schedule for years and it had taken a huge toll on my personal life.
She dropped to her knees and began to fiddle with my belt. “Find the money.” She said as my dick sprung through the flap in my boxers.
“What?” My mind was now void off everything save for her perfect lips mere inches from my exposed erection. I never wanted anything more in my life than for her to take me into her mouth.
The head of my dick was now resting against her forehead and her nose was teasing circles against my shaft. “Find the money.” She said again, her soft lips grazing my balls as she spoke.
I realized all at once how naive I had been. Of course she was the one embezzling money from the company. Mr Bertinelli would never suspect his own daughter, so she was never even considered as a suspect.
I stopped and let the situation truly sink in: On her knees before me, with my rigid cock resting against her forehead, was the heir to the SugarSide company, my boss, Cindy Bertinelli. The same boss who had never given me the time of day was now literally on her knees and begging for my help to cover up her embezzlement.
I leaned back into my chair and threw my arms behind my head. “If I’m risking criminal charges for you, then I am going to need a little more than a tease, don’t you think? I need to know if you are really worth it.”
Her nose stopped and she straightened her head. Staring directly into my eyes she slid me into her perfect, privileged mouth.
Her tongue was wet and inviting as she effortlessly took in the entire shaft. I felt her lips grip around the base of my cock before sliding back up the length of me. Her mouth left me with a satisfying and pleasurable *pop.*
She smiled and went back down on me. Watching her small head get penetrated over and over by my cock was almost enough to make me bust right then and there but I refused to go out on such a vulnerable note. I grabbed the top of her hair by the roots and pulled her off of me.
The look she gave me was one of confusion and intense anger. Her eyes were screaming *how fucking dare you?*
I stood and pulled her up with me. We stood at equal heights seeing eye to eye.
“Heels off.” I ordered.
She kicked off one heel and then the other. Standing at her true height, my eye-line now saw over the top of her head.
She tried to get back on her knees, but I kept a firm grip on her hair. With my free hand, I cleared a spot on my cluttered desk.
“Sit,” I ordered as I released her hair.
She gave a nod and gently hoisted herself onto the large oak surface.
I pulled her dress up expecting to see lace panties or something sheer and provocative, but was instead met with bare skin. Her thighs were toned and muscular and her pussy was shaven clean. She flashed me a quick seductive smile accompanied by an arched eyebrow.
I didn’t hesitate. I pushed myself inside her, my cock stretching her as I entered. She let out an audible gasp as she gripped the desk’s edge. I covered her mouth and began pounding into her. Each thrust caused the contents of my desk to rattle and, one by one, binders, folders, and pens began falling to the floor.
I rolled her onto her side and raised her left leg, resting it on my chest. I began thrusting into her again. Her toned thighs jiggled and shook, and with each thrust her slender foot shook loosely against my cheek.
Had some of the missing money gone to her pedicurist? Surely. Her freshly-painted, matte-black nails contrasted well against her porcelain-white skin.
I ran my tongue from her heel up to her toes. Starting at the pinky, I slid my tongue around and between each toe. When I reached her big toe I took it into my mouth, sucking on it and tasting the faint hint of the black nail polish.
She looked at me quizzically.
With her toe still in my mouth, and breathing heavily from the exertion, I forced out the words, “Foot— Fetish—”
“Obviously.” She replied.
Her dismissive tone was both erotic and infuriating. Even now, on her back and being nailed by her own lowly accountant, she held a massive feeling of superiority.
Undeterred, I thrusted harder and deeper than before. Her head dropped back and her steady shallow breaths soon became heavy and erratic.
She was cumming.
I hadn’t been trying to make her cum, honestly I didn’t care in the slightest, but now that she had, I felt myself getting close.
It occurred to me at the last moment that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I had no idea wether or not she was on the pill but just as I was about to ask, she arched her back and began forcing herself against me even harder. The sudden change in motion cleared my mind and left little room for me to ask.
Waves of intense pleasure washed over me as I felt myself pumping her full of my semen. Her head drooped back and her mouth hung open as I filled her.
After a moment, I slid out of her and dropped back into my chair. With my pants still around my ankles, I sat there quietly staring at her. Her limbs were hanging limply off the sides of my desk as her torso rose and fell with each heavy breath.
The only thing more pleasurable than the orgasm was the knowledge that from this moment on, Cindy was my office sex slave.
I smiled at her said, “I’ll take those travel receipts now.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sr6q7n/embezzlement_at_sugarside_inc_boss