Not my direct boss, but he is above me. He has authority over me, both professionally and personally. I love calling him sir whether I’m dressed for the office or undressed for him. The stolen glances across cubicles, his hand stroking my pussy discreetly at his desk, me begging for and getting a kiss in dark corners–I love it.
It’s a game, keeping it a secret from our coworkers and his wife; finding time to fuck in his car or my house, waiting impatiently for the opportunity to finally get destroyed at his desk. It’s risky and dangerous and so incredibly fun.
He’s an experienced player, teaching me the rules. I was hesitant at first, scared–I had never done anything so risky before, but now I can’t stop. I’m constantly scheming of ways to get his cock down my throat or in my cunt. I’m even planning on letting him fuck my ass, something I’ve never done. I can’t get enough of his dick, his mouth, his fingers. I’m constantly wet daydreaming of the next time he’ll be using my body like a fucktoy. Every day, I feel more like a depraved little slut, hungry for cock.