My Powerful Boss [FM]

Forbes recently ran an article on my boss, they described him as 6’1″, blue eyes, commanding but not forceful, passionate and determined; what they forgot to mention is that he also has a 9 inch cock that can make any woman explode with pleasure.

I slipped that thick cock between my lips, and slowly worked my tongue, moaning and letting myspit and him pre-cum drip from my chin onto my glistening tits. Everything in the room was hard: his cock, my nipples, his grip on the back of my hair as he pulled it taut and forced his cock to touch the back of my throat, my gag reflex is just a memory at this point.

This is the second time today I’ve been on my knees in my boss’s office. Is it an abuse of power? Maybe? But, hearing his grunts as I drain his balls, you’d be hard pressed to decide who was abusing who. I know I can have him anytime I want; sometimes we don’t even fuck; often I pull his cock out and let the hot cum spurt all over my face, then I stand up, and kiss him, passing his own cum back into his mouth. The first time I did it, he flinched; now he begs for it.

Afterwards I’m done today, I’ll saunter over to his personal washroom to clean the cum off my tits, not fully, so they’re still sticky underneath my blouse, I’ll be able to feel his cum on me for the rest of the afternoon.

This has been our routine for a month now, we’re going to have to slow down at some point; I know he doesn’t get any work done after I’ve milked his cock, he just sits there staring into space for the rest of the day, replaying the image of my plump lips working his shaft. I’m his secretary, he picked me personally out of a pool of 84 applicants; it was no surprise really, I’ve passed every interview I’ve ever been to: who could say no to my thicc thighs squeezed into those black stockings and my heavy tits barely concealed beneath that tight red sweater, the one I always wear for interviews.

Right now, I take his solid cock out of my mouth and kiss the soft head, he gasps and his hand tightens in my hair, making my pussy wet. I want him to feel it, so I stand up.

“Touch me,” I whisper into his ear. His hand moves up my thigh, then gently caresses my pussy with the tips of his fingers, I don’t even wear panties to the office anymore.

“More,” I command. He pushes his fingers inside and my mouth opens just a fraction as I let out a small gasp. I have one hand on his meaty cock, slowly working the smooth shaft, his breaths are deep, like he’s trying to make the pleasure last. His fingers move inside me, slowly exploring, but that’s not good enough, I’m dripping wet and desperate to be fucked.

I grab his balls and look him dead in the eye: “fuck me, hard.”

That’s all it takes: he lifts me, spinning, almost like a ballet, and sets me on his desk. I lean back, my arms knocking papers and documents onto the floor, he spreads my legs and sees my wet, gaping pussy in all its glory; I can see in his eyes that he nearly loses it then and there, but he holds his cum, for me, because he knows how much I love it. He takes his rock solid cock and doesn’t even bother to tease, he slams it inside me on the first thrust and my quivering cunt gratefully accepts it. This is pure animal fucking, fast and desperate and needy, like the last fuck before the end of the world.

I squeal and moan as his hands grab my thighs, and hold them apart, pulling me close as he crashes into me. He has these big, manly hands, “Dad hands” I call them. You don’t find them on men my age: they develop with time, experience. His wedding ring is still on and I can feel it against the inside of my right thigh as he squeezes tightly. I grab hold of my own tits and squeeze, all the pressure coming together as my moans rise in pitch. I can feel every inch of him filling me, his face sweating and red, the jawline strong, his commanding forearms keeping me locked in place; I couldn’t escape if I tried.

His grunts are more animal than man, as his powerful cock brings me to orgasm, I scream out in pleasure as he shoots a colossal stream of cum inside my trembling pussy, my whole body shakes as he falls on top of me, exhausted and gasping for breath, clinging onto me like he would die if he wasn’t inside me – I’m his life support.

My breaths slow; I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling, every nerve ending inside me is on fire. I slowly run my hand through his hair, seeing hints of grey amongst the solid black. He stands up, covered in sweat. I can feel the papers below me are soaked in cum, I’ll have to print some new copies.

He looks at me and, for just a second, the dominant CEO is gone, and I see a boy, scared that he’s going to lose his favourite toy. Well… let him think that. I take the rest of the paper and press it against my soaked pussy, then push it into his hands.

“You’ll have to sign another copy,” I say, as I stand up and saunter towards the bathroom. Just before I close the door, I look back and see him press the paper to his face and inhale my scent. It becomes obvious who truly holds the power.

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