Who's the Boss

Who's the Boss?

Emma sat naked in the plush office chair, her long legs swung wide in invitation.

“You called for me?” George bit his lower lip as he rushed into her office without knocking.

“Come in. I have new duties for you to perform.” She looked hot, and his dick suddenly felt as though it weighed ten pounds as it pulsed inside his dress pants.

She pointed to the open floor in front of her chair and raised one eyebrow at him. He thought only for a second before shutting and locking the door and rushing to kneel in front of her.

The scent of her sex infiltrated him, a rush of honey and crème. He repositioned the hard shaft that throbbed and shook his head, hoping he could wait long enough to please her.

Her fire-engine red fingernails buried themselves in his hair and he looked up into her face, “What is it you need, Boss?”

She smiled at him, “I want you to show me how you would indulge yourself with the finest of confections.”

His body quivered involuntarily and he sucked in a breath as her hands pressed his face into the sweet wetness of her pussy. With slow ease, he ran his tongue through the folds of luscious flesh, tasting her.

Emma sighed as he worshipped her with his mouth. When his tongue found her sensitive nub of ecstasy and lapped at it with jubilant enthusiasm, her back arched from the chair.

George circled her entrance with one finger, grazed her clit with his teeth as he sunk one finger deeply into her. Her muscles clenched around him and his cock responded with a spasm of its own. He stroked her inner velvet firmly, his mouth heating her clit with his kiss. When her juices gushed into his mouth and rained down her smooth pink skin, he drank her in, relishing the bounty of his chore.

Slowly he towered from the floor, the sap of her pleasure lingering on his lips. His hand moved to the button on his trousers, and he watched as her eyes reluctantly focused on him.

She peered through hooded eyes as George removed his pants. His engorged shaft stood proudly just above his belly button. He was the most well-endowed man she had ever seen. Anticipation prickled her skin.

He reached down and offered her his hand. When she obliged, he pulled her from the chair and spun them into reversed places. With a small grin, he turned her away from him and eased her across the desk.

She tensed as George squeezed one of her ass-cheeks roughly. When he spread her legs and rubbed the head of his dick against her, she arched into him. She whimpered as he teased her. His thumb and forefinger rolled one taunt nipple between them, his expertise showing in the relaxed stance he held her in.

Her warmth called to him as he slid himself back and forth over the door to his release. He watched as her arms reached across the desk and her hands gripped the opposite edge. Her knuckles whitened as she pushed back against him.

“And what do you want now, Boss?” He whispered in her ear, his breath caressing her.

“Do me, George,” she shrieked, but it wasn’t want he wanted to hear.

She growled in frustration when George still refused to bury himself in her. “Damnit George, fuck me!”

George’s blood instantly fired, his control lost in the desperate cry of the woman spread out before him. He drove himself home in one fluid thrust and smiled to himself as a throaty scream escaped her.

George pounded into her, his sac slapping her clit wildly until she was begging for release. Grinding his hips against her ass, George grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to drive his tongue into her mouth in perfect time with the erotic punishment of his desire. They both exploded, his cock swelling and filling her with the warmth of his seed and her honey pouring down her thighs.

“Now who’s the Boss?”

Emma grinned sedately, “You are, George, you are.”

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