Category: Erotica

The 830 morning light shines into my office, illuminating the wedding photo sitting on the shelf near my monitor. I stare at it a moment, smile at the familiar face of my husband, before I hear a soft knock on the door.
“It’s time to go up for our 9:00am. Ready?”
My boss beckons me to join him at the entrance to my office.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
I can barely look him in the eyes because last night I had the hottest dream I’ve ever had… and it was about him. I’ve had dreams about him before, but never the night before our quarterly meeting when I can’t avoid him, and never THAT hot.
He cocks his head to the side and looks at me a moment, “Why so quiet? Bad night? You’re usually more chipper than this.” I’ve been his administrative assistant for 5 years now and he’s not used to seeing me bashful. I don’t look up at him as I grab my water bottle, coffee mug, pen, and notepad and head towards the door.
“No, I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem fine. Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yes.” I finally attempt to look up at him through my lashes for reassurance but I’m sure he notices the red blush blossoming across my cheeks. I leave the room and let him pass me in the hall. I follow him to the end, a step or two behind. As he walks, I snatch small glances at the tightness of his ass in his perfectly-fitted suit pants. The tucked in button down shirt, rolled up sleeves, and a tie complete the package of his perfection — until I imagine seeing his face buried in my pussy, with the disheveled look of his almost jet black hair, his suit tie askew & loosened, and all the buttons ripped off his shirt, exposing his hairy, bare chest as he ravages me in my dream. Effortlessly making me cum with just his tongue.
He abruptly stops and I almost crash into him.
“Did I startle you from a reverie of some kind?,” he jokes. I try to answer but the words won’t form on my lips. I’m afraid if I speak, “fuck me” will breathe out instead of “I’m fine”. He looks at me, shakes his head and smiles, then opens the hall door to the elevators and ushers me through. The hall is busy but the floor we are going to is not — it’s the top floor and is entirely occupied by the CEO and her secretary. He pushes the button to go up and I wish with all my heart it wasn’t so busy, I don’t know if I can stand close to him should the elevator be packed full of people: feeling the heat of his body next to mine, the brush of his arm. I shake my head and remind myself I’m married. I can’t be having these thoughts. And he’s my boss! Besides, he’s so much better looking than I am, there’s no way he could be into ME. I’m the reacher.
As the elevator door opens, I notice there’s four people already in the elevator and one of them gets out. Ok. I can handle three people. He motions for me to step inside first, he follows, and then two more follow him making it a tighter squeeze than I was hoping for. He looks down at me as I try to inch away as close to the wall as possible and he squints his eyes in confusion.
“What are you doing? Do I smell bad or something?!” He laughs and pretends to smell his shirt. The scent of his cologne wafts in the air… he smells so good! Oh, if only that was the problem.
“I was just trying to make sure you had enough room, that’s all.”
“Ok…” He continues eyeing me skeptically and I hug my notebook closer to my chest.
“Do you want me to grab your water bottle or coffee so you can free your hands a little?”
“That’s ok, I got it.” I tighten my grip, trying to distract myself by digging my nails into my flesh.
“Ok, don’t say I didn’t offer!” He holds his hands up teasingly as the elevator stops at the next floor. Much to my amazement…. Everyone exits and no one else gets on. I turn away from him as the doors close and pretend to read the inspection sticker. It’s just the two of us. Alone. For 5 more floors. I can make it… just 5 more floors…
He waits a moment then breaks our silence. “Something’s wrong. What is it.”
I turn to him, deliberately this time, “I told you I’m fine!”
He gazes at me then turns around, throwing his hands behind his head and pacing as well as you can in an elevator, when he stops in front of the buttons and slams the red “emergency stop” button.
“What are you doing?! The alarm is going to go off!“ I shriek.
He laughs. “Do you hear anything?”
“No.”
“It’s because it’s broken.” I still can’t look at him. “I’m not releasing the elevator until you tell me what’s wrong.”
“We’ll be late for our meeting!”
“Then start talking. You have 15 mins.”
I finally turn to him, looking him in the eye, and boldly declare, “I can’t tell you why.”
He steps forward, disentangling the water bottle, coffee, notebook, and pen from my grip, then gently sets them in the corner. He never takes his eyes off of me. I blush deeply and I can feel the heat burning through my flesh.
“Come here,” he breathes quietly. I step forward, unable to control my movements as if he’s issued an edict. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
I blink up at him but my lips never move. I try to turn away and move towards the opposite side of the elevator — to get way from the heat of his body that I know I want yet can never have. But he grabs my arm, turning me back around, pulling me into his chest. I let out an involuntary gasp as I melt into his arms. He lifts my chin up slowly so I’m forced to look into his eyes.
“That’s better, isn’t it?”
I mutely nod my head, my lips slightly parted, breath ragged, as he bends his face down to kiss me. His breath is sweet and his lips are soft as his tongue parts my eager mouth.
When I come to my senses, I push myself away. “What are we doing?! You’re my boss… I’m… you’re… married!”
I sink to the floor for a moment in despair. He bends down, picking me back up and supporting me in his arms. I can finally look into his eyes without the shame of knowing my secret desire.
“I think we’ve both wanted this for a long time.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “I… didn’t know you wanted me.”
“Mmhm. The first time you walked into my office with your hair in a messy ponytail and a pencil tucked behind your ear, I was yours. Maybe about a week after you started.”
I’m speechless as I look into his big green eyes, not sure what to say except, “You know, I had a dream about you last night.”
“You did? And what happened?”
“Do you really want to know?”
He nods.
I gently push him back until he’s against the wall where I slowly unbutton his shirt, kissing the bare parts of his chest. As I inch closer to his cock, I can feel his pants tighten as it gets bigger. I begin to rub the bulge over his pants as I kiss his flesh slower and slower the lower I go. When I get to the top of his pants he grabs my head, digging his long fingers into my hair. I moan. Then he guides me up to his mouth while removing my shirt, exposing my bare breasts.
“No bra?” He whispers into my mouth, gently biting my lip.
“As if you didn’t already know.” He smiles knowingly and bends down to suck my nipples, lashing each with his tongue until they’re harder than they’ve ever been before. I throw my head back in pure ecstasy, letting the warmth of his breath wash over me.
When he stops, I move to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. He pushes my head, guiding me to where he wants me to go. I rub his phallus with the palm of my hand, knowing it wants to burst out of his boxers, but I like seeing his wetness on the fabric. He reaches in and starts to stroke himself so I pull his boxers down, his dick springing forward, the wetness glistening on the tip of his penis. I let it touch my lips to taste the saltiness of his cum, the tip moving every time he strokes.
I grab his dick and take over the motion of jerking him off, my hand getting lower as I slowly make my way down his shaft with my tongue and lips. It’s long and thick. I want to feel all of it in my throat. I want to choke on it as he moans in pleasure.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
He tries to push his dick further into my throat but I push him back towards the wall. I want to make him wait, to suffer, to anticipate the feeling of his head on the back of my throat.
When I finally allow him to be fully in my mouth, I begin to suck, choking each time he forcefully thrusts himself to hit the back of my throat. I allow him to grab the my head and aggressively fuck my mouth. I cup his balls in my other hand and stroke his taint at the same time.
I pause a moment, then I slowly begin to suck him off again while holding his gaze until he’s close — so close to cumming.
He breaks my gaze and arches his back against the wall. I know he likes it. I want him to cum in my mouth but I don’t want it too soon, afraid I won’t get to feel him inside of me. I stop. He knows what I want and he gives me that devilish grin I’ve seen so many times; but this time I know it’s for me and me alone.
I stand up, leaning into his arms, letting him kiss me with the taste of himself still on my breath. He reaches under my skirt, surprised this time to find a lack of undergarments once again. I smile.
“Didn’t expect that, did you?”
He growls in my ear — kissing, sucking, licking, breathing in all the right places that drive me wild. He can feel the wetness as it’s dripping off his fingers while stroking my Pearl slowly then faster, faster, faster, forming circles of perfect stimulation until I begin to shudder; he stops suddenly as I’m on the brink of cumming to enter me with this fingers and spread my wetness around my nether lips. Then, he brings his fingers to my mouth. I stare into his eyes, once again holding his gaze as I lick them clean.
Abruptly, he hoists me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he turns and supports me against the wall. I rest my arms on his shoulders and push my weight against the wall to hold myself up while he braces my ass with one arm and uses the other to guide his penis. When he’s ready, I let myself slide down a little to adjust to his body, feeling a slight burn as my sweaty skin sticks to the metal.
He holds his penis against my clitoris so I can ride the shaft, grinding into him hard and deliberate, rocking back and forth, allowing our wetness to mix and mingle. When I pull back up he surprises me by quickly maneuvering his dick so it slides into me. I gasp with delight and slowly sink down into him, allowing myself to revel in the moment, moaning loudly as he repeatedly hits the g-spot with each thrust. I feel myself starting to cum so I reach down to my clitoris and rub until I tremble with release, the warmth of his ejaculation mingling with mine as he stiffens and we both go limp, his penis getting smaller and smaller when he can finally no longer stay inside me.
As he releases me and as my legs touch the ground, he pushes me hard against the wall, bending down to wrap his arms around my waist as we both catch our breath, a mixture of sweat and cum trickling down my leg. I burrow my face into his neck, kissing it, inhaling his musky scent.
When our breath finally returns to normal he steps back a little and cups my cheeks, staring at my face, taking it all in. I pout a little, expecting a kiss, which he obliges. I kneel down to the floor and suck his cock clean of all the cum and sweat, licking my lips to savor the taste of him when I’m done. I lean back on the floor and let myself rest against the wall.
“Was it as good as your dream?” He asks, pulling his pants back up.
“No.”
He stops and looks at me. Then smiles when he sees my look that it was definitely better.“What am I going to do with all this cum running down my leg?” I wonder aloud.He looks around the elevator, notices my notebook and coffee mug.“Here, use this paper to clean up, stuff it in your coffee mug, and then clean up in the bathroom before we go in.” I look at him skeptically. “You do know I barely got to have any of that, right?”He laughs, bending down to kiss my head as he says, “I’ll buy you a new one.”I eye him playfully. “You better.” After I clean myself up, I adjust my skirt, standing up to look at the red button. “Do we have to go back to reality?,” I ask.“Unfortunately. But, we can always do this again. If you want that is.” And then he pushes the button, the elevator lurching upward.