The boss has been in Asia for two weeks setting up new accounts and meeting with investors. In his absence he left Anna in complete control of the day to day operations of the company. It is for this reason that he has called her every evening. At least that is what her husband was told.
It is Tuesday night. He has been gone for thirteen days. He returns tomorrow. Anna is at home. Relaxing.
Her phone rings. It’s him.
Anna answers pleasantly.
“Hello, Anna. How is my little slut tonight?”
She is taken aback. Her boss has been strictly professional on their calls.
“Anna, I need you to do something for me.” “Yes, sir. What is it?” “I need you to cum for me. I need to hear you cum.”
“But sir…”
“Yes, I know you are at home. Hang up. Go into another room. Take your clothes off. And wait for me to call back. Five minutes.”
He hangs up.
Anna’s mind sets to whirling. His trip to Asia is so close to their trip to Europe. That much travel must be incredibly stressful. But he does do this all the time. He must be used to it. The fact that he trusts her to run the company in his absence makes her feel like she has accomplished a goal in her professional career. However, he made her promise she wouldn’t cum while he was gone and it has been increasingly difficult with each passing day. She craves the kind of release only her boss can give her.
“I’ve got an important conference call. I’ll be in the office. Don’t bother me, okay?” she yells down the stairs to her husband. He responds with a grunt from the couch barely taking any attention away from the television.
Rolling her eyes, Anna walks to the in home office she’s set up for late night work. Shutting the door she locks it, wishing it was the lock of his office door, and strips her clothes off. She sits in her desk chair naked, awaiting his call.
Five minutes go by.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
Was this a test? Was he going to call at all? Was he just seeing if he could control her from the other side of the world? Why wasn’t he calling?
Finally her rings. It’s him.
“Hello, Anna. I have all manner of sexual debauchery at my disposal here. And I can’t enjoy it any of it. I just want your body. Your touch. Your cum. And tonight you will give it to me.”
Anna tries to say something but he cuts her off.
“Are you naked as I instructed?”
“Yes, sir,” she stammers.
“Show me.”
Anna suddenly wishes she had put on makeup. Brushed her hair. Shaved. Moisturized. She had been doing just the essentials while he had been away. But she doesn’t want to disobey his order.
“Yes, sir.”
She holds her phone up and tries to find an angle that will show enough to satisfy him minimizes her face and stomach.
Click.
She takes one picture. No, not that one. She repositions herself and tries again.
Click.
It’s somehow worse! She tries again and again.
“I’m waiting, Anna,” his voice seductively growls from her phone.
She takes a deep breath. This will be the one.
Click.
Ugh, there’s a stomach roll. But her tits look good. He gets just a peek at her pussy. She presses send and cringes.
“See? This is the woman,” he says to someone else. Who is he talking to? Who is he showing her body to?
“Sir, I…” she tries to protest before being cut off.
“Anna, lightly stroke your breasts for me. Delicately. Sensually. Like you want my face brushing against them,” his voice is a low, even whisper. He knows she can’t resist anything he says in that tone.
She follows his instructions and lets out a small sigh.
“Now pinch your nipples. Not too hard. Imagine me gently sucking on them.”
He moans at the end of his instruction.
Anna gently takes her nipples between her fingers and responds with a moan of her own.
“Yes, sir. It feels so good…” she whispers softly.
“Now pinch them harder. Hard like you want me to bite them.”
Her breath catches in her throat until broken by another moan.
“Run your hands over your soft skin. Imagine my big rough hands touching you.”
He moans again, clearly taking his own pleasure in this exercise.
“Touch your pussy, Anna. Tell me is it wet for me? Is it ready for my hard, throbbing cock? Or does it need more attention?”
Anna runs her hands over her body and breathes heavily, imagining him stroking his cock while commanding her.
“Sir, your hands feel so nice. My pussy is so wet for you.”
As her fingers rub her pulsing womanhood she notices her wetness clearly soaking onto the cloth seat of the desk chair.
“Sir… My chair is getting wet… I’m so wet for you,” she moans.
His breath comes more labored. Her words are heightening his pleasure, making her smile.
“Good,” he responds with an intense moan. “Rub your clit for me, Anna. Slowly. With two fingers. Make small circles around it like you like me to do. Gently. I know how sensitive you are.”
He waits.
Anna breathes heavily into the phone.
“Now press harder. More pressure. Faster. Feel yourself aching for my touch.”
“Yes, sir,” she moans out breathlessly, her head rolling back on her chair as her body begins to tingle. “Sir, I love the way you touch me,” she moans, hoping to push him further.
“Dip two fingers down inside of your pussy. Fuck yourself for me,” the growl in his voice grows as his arousal does. “God I fucking want you, Anna.”
She does as he asks, her fingers plunging into her wet slit, moaning louder still. Her orgasm growing steadily. Her face flushes and her breathing becoming shallow. He can tell she is close.
“Oh god, fuck me, sir,” she moans loudly, forgetting her efforts to be hushed.
“Cum for me like a good little slut,” he commands.
Her fingers pump in and out faster, her thumb rubbing her clit roughly. “Oh, sir,” she moans, continuing to fuck herself.
“That pussy belongs to me. Fuck my pussy, you little whore,” he growls.
That does it.
“Oh, sir! I’m cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming!” The words rip themselves from her throat as pleasure washes over her. Her body twitches and she moans and grunts with each wave. There is no way her husband hasn’t heard her but she doesn’t care.
“Oh god… FUCK,” he yells.
Moments pass with each of them only able to breathe heavily. The he mutters something in an Asian language she doesn’t understand to someone. But who?
“Thank you, Anna,” he says, his business tone returned. “I just needed to hear you. I will be back tomorrow evening. I will have the limo pick you up from the office to come get me from the airport.”
“Yes sir,” she responds. “I can’t wait to see you. Is there anything special I should wear for you?”
“You have a fitting with Rod on Friday morning. My jeweler will be bringing pieces for you to choose from on Friday as well. Make sure the schedule is clear,” he says, not acknowledging her question.
“Shit, I will have to move some things around for that,” she responds. “But I will make it work.
She pauses before blurting out, “Thank you for allowing me to cum, sir. I really appreciate it.”
She waits for a response, biting her lip nervously. Was that appropriate to say when they were discussing business? Had she crossed a line? Agonizing seconds pass.
“Thank you for helping me cum, Anna,” he responds. A beat then, “When you come to the airport wear a skirt. A short one. I am not waiting to get back to the office to fuck you properly.”
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