I’m the boss, make me cum

“Nicole, these minutes are full of typos. I don’t have time to correct your mistakes all the time. Can you please go through them again? I need them in the next half hour.”

I can see your slight scowl as you apologise. I know you resent my manner. I don’t care tbh. I know you need this job pretty desperately. I know why you got fired from the last two – fingers in the till last time, fingers somewhere else the time before that. You have a big mortgage, a young child and a layabout partner. You are paid well over the odds for sometimes shoddy work, because I took pity on you. But there has to be a quid pro quo, Nicole.

“Also did you cancel my 3.30? I’ve booked a hair appointment. Fit him in next week.”

“Oh, not yet.”

“Well get on with it, Nicole, for fuck’s sake!”

I can see you wince slightly this time, my swearing always seems to slightly intimidate you.

“Also this coffee’s shit. Can you make me another one? Go out to the shop and get the good stuff, that one is rank. I can always tell when we’ve run out of the decent stuff, I don’t know why you don’t just replace it with the decent coffee each time.”

“Sorry. I’ll go now. Is that everything for now?”

I get a kind of thrill from your sad eyes, your hurt expression not quite masking the bitterness beneath. You really hate me, don’t you?

“Erm, no.”

You pause to look at me while I lift my legs up on to the desk. I’m wearing a short skirt and I know you can see my knickers.

“Make me cum.”

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Make me cum.”

You are bright red now. Floundering. Staring at me.

“I haven’t got all day, Nicole.”

And I spread my legs wider, then peel my knickers down and off.

You stare at me. You are looking right at your boss’s bare cunt.

I’m turned on by this. The power of it, the dynamic. Your confusion. My arousal. Maybe yours too on some level.

“Nicole, do I have to ask you everything three times? Do you want me to find someone else to do your job? H’mmm. Maybe that young guy that sent his CV in. Or the girl we interviewed when we made the decision to appoint you – we probably got that wrong.”

And now you are there, climbing awkwardly on to the desk, pushing papers aside. You put your hand between my legs and feel how wet I am. You start to finger my cunt, rubbing the wetness up over my clit. It feels divine.

“Lick me,” I command. And like a sad sap, you obey. I know you are supposedly straight but fuck Nicole, you do this well. Too well
To be a beginner. Your lips and tongue on my clit feel incredible. I am actually moaning. I am going to cum fast from this.

You stop.

“Carry on, Nicole,” I say, my voice quavering.

You look up and smile.

“Nicole?”

You can sense my desperation. I was right on the edge when you stopped. You know it.

You smile again. “Beg me,” you say.

To be continued……xx

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