Non-fictional. Written about a late night affair I had with a manager at my job several years ago, with slight artistic license. Name changed.
I could feel his eyes on me as I slipped through the gate, crossing the parking lot in a matter of moments and cautiously hopping into his dark blue truck.
“Hi,” I said simply. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he shifted the gear into drive.
“What’s up.” He pulled forward and to the right, pausing a moment before veering onto the street. My gaze traced the outline of his jaw ever so hungrily, his salt and pepper beard being illuminated by the street lights.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, tilting my head coyly. Without missing a beat he replied, “I’m here aren’t I?”
“Fair enough,” I allowed, before the part of me grounded in reality followed with, “Are you really drunk, Aaron?”
“I was 45 minutes ago,” he retorted with obvious disapproval, to which I smirked.
“I had to handle some things.”
His huge truck sailed down the unevenly paved highway access road with urgency, making my tits bounce in my tank top while I gripped the door. After a few more turns he pulled into the dark parking lot of a department store, curving around and coming to a stop next to a curb underneath a tree. He shoved the gear stick into park and looked over at me curiously with his bright blue eyes. He didn’t seem to quite know what to make of the situation he had literally driven himself into.
“What do you want to do?” I teased, my arms half protectively in my lap as I scanned his face.
“Suck my dick,” he said smoothly and slightly incredulously, holding my stare with those piercing blue eyes.
“Okay.”
I clicked my seatbelt off and leaned across the wide seat and armrest, hoisting my legs up onto the seat; I reached over and rubbed the slightly raised outline of his manhood while he undid and unzipped. He shimmied his shorts down and suddenly his warm member filled my hand. I stroked it slowly as he leaned the seat back and relaxed into his throne of power: his little fucktoy, the girl who got wet at the thought of sucking her manager off, who desired to be utterly dominated.
Knowing what I had to do in that moment, what I needed and craved to do, I pushed the tip of his head into my lips, running my tongue over its soft skin. I sucked the tip for a minute, bobbing up and down as my mouth descended further and further down his shaft. All at once I pushed my head all the way down to the base of his cock, and he let out a guttural moan as his hand found the back of my head, squeezing the hair against my scalp and pushing me down further. I opened up the back of my throat and tried not to gag as he pumped my face onto his dick slowly but firmly.
“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” He said in a low voice. “You like taking the whole thing.”
With my mouth occupied, I nodded my head and moaned. He released the back of my head and I sprung back, panting softly while I continued to stroke him, a fine layer of my saliva making it easier to grasp as my hand slid up and down. I brought my lips to the base of his cock and kissed it, my eyes finding his as I licked my way up his shaft. He stared back intently, breath heavy as he watched my tongue swirl and dance. My lips found the tip again as I pumped his veiny cock and my mouth slid back over it like a veil, sucking down all nine inches (I guessed) fervently as a moan and an “oh, fuck” escaped his lips. He grabbed the back of his seat as he adjusted his torso, thrusting his cock further into my mouth as I continued to take it. I gripped the base and moved my mouth up and down in synchrony, making circular movements that he seemed to enjoy. I pulled back and took a deep breath, locking eyes with him as I wiped the saliva off my face.
“You’re good at that,” he said as he regarded me, and my semi-exposed tits, with an intense leer.
“I know.” I reached down and pulled one nipple out of my bra, twisting it gently as he got his eyeful.
After a moment he said “come here”, motioning commandingly to the long, hard cock protruding from his shorts. I climbed over the arm rest and swung my leg over to straddle him. He gazed at me hungrily as he reached around grabbed my ass, pulling aside the shorts that barely covered it. I felt his big fingers rubbing the thin string that ran through my pussy into my ass, back and forth, feeling the growing wetness in my panties. He grabbed my exposed boob with the other hand, guiding my nipple to his mouth as his tongue reached out to meet it, lapping like a dog in heat. I moaned softly, and suddenly he pulled my thong aside and thrust the head of his cock into me, and then grabbed my hips to pull me down firmly.
I gasped as he penetrated me raw, his girth filling me up as much as the length of it. He held my hips with control as he pumped me up and down on his dick until I started bouncing on it effortlessly. He groaned, his hands hovering over my fat ass as it slapped against his thighs. I couldn’t control my moans and screams as his cock went deep inside me over and over. It was everything I had imagined, and his lustful gaze as he went to grab my tits drove me wild. He squeezed them lightly, letting the bouncing provide the movement in his hands. I grabbed onto his shoulder and chest as I rode him harder, feeling my sweet spot being rammed over and over again. The intensity of my moans increased and he fucked me harder accordingly. “Oh fuck fuck fuck” I half screamed as he continued to slam my pussy, his breathing heavy as he guided my body to overwhelming orgasm. “Oh my god, oh my god fuck!” My pussy exploded around his cock, tightening as my cum ran down his shaft while he continued to pound me.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered aggressively as he pushed closer to his own orgasm. Both of his hands found my ass cheeks and squeezed them gratuitously, mashing them up and down as he continued to fuck my pussy. “You want daddy to fill you up with cum, don’t you.” I whimpered ‘yes daddy’ in between gasps. He gave my ass a hard spank, then another one – “God, I love that fat ass” – as he pounded harder, faster, until finally shoving his cock as deep as it could go into my pussy as he groaned loudly. I could just feel his hot cum shooting all the way up inside me as he held my ass firmly to his pelvis. He fell back with a sigh, and I pulled back into the passenger seat, my face flushed and heart beating quickly.
After a moment he looked over, his piercing blue eyes making my blood seem to run hot and cold at the same time. “You’re something else.”
I smiled to myself, attempting to appear indifferent as I tucked my tits back into my shirt and adjusted my shorts.
“Whatever you say, papi.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/on55xh/being_submissive_with_my_boss_mf
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