The boss did say I’d like it. Part 2. [M/F]

I could feel Jase panting in my ear as my breasts pushed hard up against the closed door. I was starting to feel a little scared of him, although I was curious to see what would happen next, so I stopped resisting.

Once he knew I wasn’t moving, he kept one hand on the door whilst moving his other hand between my knees and sliding higher and higher up the inside of my thigh. I stifled a moan, I couldn’t let him know I was reacting this way to his touch. His fingers grazed the edge of my red thong along the length of my pussy. He then moved his hand back and grabbed the thong from between my cheeks, and pulled my backwards against him, the front of the thong straining against my lips. I knew it was getting coated in my juices and hoped he didn’t notice. I could feel his rock hard cock behind me as he pulled me against him. I heard him unbuckle his belt, his pants zipper come down and his pressed suit pants fall to the floor.

The boss did say I’d like it. [F/M]

3 years I’d worked under the supervision of Jason. Before my time, I heard him to be a distant boss that checked in monthly around reporting time for stats, to becoming much more involved in the day to day operations of the business since I’ve been around.

Most in the office took him to be a bit standoffish and brash; however, I found him direct, witty and one of the few people I worked with that didn’t waste time with fake chit chat or stories about their personal lives. We had a positive working relationship and everything had remained professional between us in this time.

I can’t pretend that I hadn’t noticed the flattering cut of his suits, or the way his shirt tightened when he gestured to a presentation. But Jason was married, and he was my boss, there was no point in the drama that would come with any misbehaviour. And Jason had always been well behaved too, I doubt he’d be interested in me. I do have DD tits and my ass constantly gets complimented but I was no supermodel with my lightly freckled nose and flyaway hair that I struggled to keep looking chic.