She entered his office and could see he had already gotten the news. He was sitting at the small table in the middle of the room, an open notebook in front of him. His pen tapped the empty page to a dejected rhythm.
“Chin up, boss,” she said, closing the door and walking closer.
He gave her a sad smile and shook his head. She wanted to hold him, comfort him, but instead she kept her distance. It had become a habit, almost. But now, as he looked up at her with those dark eyes, she had to force herself to take a deep breath. She grabbed the other chair; her knuckles went white for a moment as she tried to calm herself.
“We can still fix this. You know that, right?” She sat down.
“We shouldn’t have to fix this.” He put the pen down with a force that gave her a start. “They should’ve accepted this.”
“And they will. It’s a good plan, boss.”
He deflated a bit, let go of the pen and rubbed at his eyes with his other hand.
“I should be the one consoling you. All the work you put in …”
She reached out and grasped his hand lying on the table. The feel of his warm skin seemed to drain the tension out of her. Only then did she realize what she had done. Her hand twitched as the impulse to draw away fought her desire to hold on to him. She glanced up to see an incredulous look in his eyes.
“Sorry”, she muttered, “You- You’re the first person I’ve touched in eight weeks.”
A sharp frown made her regret the touch.
“I shouldn’t have,” she began, and drew her hand away.
He held on to her and his face softened. “You’re my first as well.” He swallowed with some difficulty. “Thanks.”
There was something else in his eyes now. She shivered. His thumb stroked her bare skin and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
“Anytime, boss,” she breathed.
Suddenly they were on their feet, her hands on his head and her lips locked on his. He pulled her into him and his scent filled her nostrils, overwhelming after so long in a bubble of disinfectant alcohol fumes. He kissed along her jaw, down her neck. She buried her nose in his hair and moaned softly. Her senses, deprived of human contact for so long, were nearly overwhelmed. Then he took a step back, holding her by the shoulders and looking at her.
“No, I’m sorry.” He seemed to force the words out. “We shouldn’t. We-”
She swatted his arms away and stepped closer, their faces almost touching.
“Do you want me?” He didn’t respond immediately and she added, “It’s a simple question, boss.”
“I’m your bo-” he tried again, but she placed a finger to his lips.
“There’s three options, the way I see it.” Her hands wandered lower as she spoke. “We could just try to forget this, keep our distance, act as if this never happened.” With a single finger she traced the outline of his cock, hard and pronounced, straining against his pants. “Only sharing furtive glances, an accidental touch.” Her tongue glided along the rim of his ear. “Until we feel like we’re about to burst.”
She gave his cock a hard squeeze at those last words, eliciting a gasp from him.
“But that would end badly,” she continued, her finger now stroking him up and down, “and eventually we would do something stupid. The second option is that one of us quits. Another job would be easy for either of us. But I like this company.” She pulled at his belt, unbuckling it before starting on the top button. “You do too.” The second button popped open. “And they need us here.” With a single jerk the rest of the buttons flew open. “And let’s be honest, boss.” Her hand wormed its way into his boxers. He shuddered when her fingers closed around him. The hot flesh of his throbbing cock flooded through her, red tinged arousal creeping up her chest and cheeks. “You need me,” she whispered.
He didn’t move as she pulled his boxers down with her other hand, except for his eyes darting down, a sharp intake of breath, before he focused on her face again. She started stroking him, slowly, tightly. Her free hand snaked under his shirt.
“So I suggest we continue.” Her nails dug in his back. “See where this leads. Even if it’s just this once.” A drop of precum oozed out as she left marks on his back. “Tell me to stop anytime, boss,” she said, spreading the drop with her thumb over the head of his cock.
He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, his head tilting back as he surrendered to her. She ran her tongue along his throat.
“Glad we agree,” she said.
It was clear to her that he wouldn’t last much longer. There was one thing she wanted before that happened, however. Bending down, she placed her lips on the dark purple flesh, a gentle kiss, before she enveloped the head completely.
“Ah!”
She felt him tremble, his knees shaking, and a moment later she tasted him as he came on her tongue, again and again. Squeezing from the base upwards, she took every last drop. When she released him, he immediately bent down, cupped her head and kissed her. His tongue parted her lips; his cum flowed into his mouth between their twirling tongues. Her pussy throbbed. She had never known a man — anyone, really — so keen to taste themselves. It turned her on immensely. She broke the kiss and swallowed. Too bad she would have to give him some time first.
He gave her a wicked grin, swallowed as well, and pulled her to her feet. She tucked his shrinking cock back into his boxers and buckled his belt.
“Have you ever sat in my chair?” His tone was innocuous. The twinkle in his eyes told her his intentions were not.
“You know I haven’t, boss. Wouldn’t be proper,” she said with a wink.
“Would you like to?”
In reply she hiked up her pencil skirt, revealing her skimpy, dark green panties and her shapely ass. She slid the panties down and off, and held them out to him. He took them, eyes wide and mouth agape.
“Have you ever been under your own desk?”
Without waiting for an answer she went to stand behind his desk chair and pulled it back. At her expectant look, he briefly brought the panties to his nose. Then, to her surprise, he got on all fours and crawled towards her. Not in her wildest dreams had she suspected; not him, not to this extent. Her breath came quicker and she felt her pussy throb as he got under the desk and turned around.
“Good boss,” she said softly.
He beamed at her. She sat in the chair, her bare cheeks on the leather at the front edge, and rolled towards him. He eyed her pussy hungrily. She knew her arousal was crystal clear, her swollen lips glistening. Just before she got close enough for him to touch her, she placed a hand on his head. His eyes shot to her face. It was a delicious image, with him sitting there between her legs, waiting, restrained by her light touch.
“Beg.”
That one word, spoken sternly, had an undeniable effect on him. A flush crept up his face and he started panting. Could he be hard again already?
“Please,” he whispered. “Please let me taste you.”
She smiled, removed her hand from his head, and moved the chair as close to the desk as it would go. He didn’t waste any time. She gripped the armrests when his tongue pushed apart her wet lips, stifling a moan as best she could. He took her clit between his lips and just like that she was on the brink of her orgasm. The office fell away as he continued to lick her and kiss her. She placed the back of her hand against her mouth and bit down softly. But it was not enough. She was going to moan, to scream, to … The door swung open.
“Boss? Could I get you to — Oh.”
The woman in the doorway did little to mask her hostility; they had been rivals from the first, in spite of, or maybe because of how alike they were. All attempts to alleviate this had been met with dismissal at best, derision at worst.
“Does the boss know you sit in his chair?”
Rolling the chair forward, she pressed herself against the desk and against his face, and pretended to type casually on the turned-off laptop in front of her. He had relented somewhat, gently kissing the skin around her pussy. She gave the woman her sweetest smile.
“I’m sure he doesn’t mind.” At that, he flicked her clit with his tongue. She shuddered.
The woman sniffed. “Well, I’ll be sure to tell him.” Then, with a slight frown: “Are you alright? You look a little flushed.”
“If I need anything, I’ll be sure to ask.”
The woman opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again, before storming out with a sigh of exasperation. The moment the door closed, she rolled back the chair. He looked up at her with tousled hair, perspiration on his forehead and a sheen of her own juices around his mouth. It was a look she would want to see on him again. But now she needed something else.
“No more games,” she said. “You’re gonna fuck me.”
As he climbed from under the desk, she strode to the door, her skirt still up above her ass, and locked it.
“Now, we have to be fast and we have to be quiet. Think you can manage?”
He nodded, getting to his feet, his erection clearly straining against his pants, a small dark spot near the tip.
“Good. Give me your belt, take your cock out and sit down.”
At this point, she was sure she could make him do almost anything she wanted. So with a straightforward request like this, he didn’t hesitate for even a moment. He took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock. Holding the belt out to her, he had a look of hungry anticipation.
She stopped two paces away from him and started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Once it hung open, she pinched the front of her bra. Cupping a breast, she rolled a nipple, hard and firm, between thumb and forefinger. He echoed her soft moan. She took the belt, folded it a few times, and placed it between her teeth. He smirked, but that smirk was quickly wiped from his face when she climbed up the chair, her knees on either side of him. With her hands on his shoulders and her hips pressed against his abdomen, she felt him right where he had to be. Biting down on his belt, she lowered herself onto him.
She gave a muffled moan as he slid into her, heard his low groan when he was completely inside her. While she reveled in the feeling, finally, after so long, he bent his head forward and placed his mouth over her nipple. He licked, sucked and bit gently, bringing her quickly to the brink again. She pulled back a little. He kept her nipple between his lips, pulling on it until it almost hurt. His cock throbbed in her aching pussy. Removing the belt from her mouth, she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him, long and sloppily.
“I’m going to fuck you now, boss,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m going to fuck you until I come. Right now, you’re just a toy for my pleasure.” She gave his earlobe a little nibble. “My boss toy.”
He swallowed hard and she felt him twitching inside of her. She put the belt back between her teeth and started riding him. An engulfing pleasure swept over her almost immediately. She wasn’t going to last long. Thankful for her makeshift gag, she allowed herself to moan with abandon, throwing her head back as the first swell of her orgasm swept through her. Increasing her pace, she screamed against the belt, her pussy contracting around his cock. His groans barely registered; she kept riding him, kept trying to ride the crest of ecstasy flowing through her. Then, with a final high pitched wail, the waves crashing down on every tingling nerve, every muscle in her body tensed. She arched her back, her thighs holding him like a vice, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
As the torrent receded, she became aware of his lightly thrusting hips and his grunting breath. She collapsed on top of him just as he came, throbbing and twitching and spurting inside of her. Her tender pussy sent a final, almost unbearable wave through her, leaving her gasping for breath.
There was a serene silence then, only broken by their panting breaths. She took the belt from her mouth and held it up for both of them. The brown leather was covered in spit and bite marks. They lay exhausted in the chair, staring at it for a moment, before they burst out laughing. There was just an edge of hysteria to it, as they realized what they had done. When it died down somewhat, she kissed him, gently, lovingly.
“Thank you,” he said, a broad grin on his face.
She gave him a mischievous smile.
“Anytime, boss toy.”
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