You type away at the computer, your mind somewhere else. To be exact, your mind is on your boss, and the things he would do to you if he were here.

You can’t help it; your hand slips slip your skirt, playing with the lace of the panties you bought yesterday.

Your boss walks by and your face flames, thinking about what it would be like if he walked in here right now and saw you with your fingers so close to your Pussy, rubbing it through the black lace that you bought just for him, wishing he could ever see it.

He stops outside your door and knocks.

“Come in,” you say, and he does. Your fingers don’t stop what they’re doing, instead they rub against your clit while he talks to you.

“You’re here late,” he says. His voice is low and raspy, and you’re not sure if you imagine the darkening of his eyes.

“Yes,” you say, your voice breathy.

“You’re very… dedicated. I like that.” He takes a step into the office, and his eyes go to your arm. His eyes flare for a second, before he smiles slightly. “Is there anything I can help you with?” He asks, and this time you know you’re not imagining what’s there. He wants you. He wants this.

“Actually, there is,” you say.

“Oh?” He takes a step closer and you spread your legs wider. He can’t see them, can’t see how wet you are or your black lace panties that you bought just for him. But he can tell that you’ve spread your legs, and that you’re touching yourself.

“I’ve got a problem, and I could really use some help,” you say. Unbidden, a moan escapes from your lips.

“Well, you know that I would do anything to support my employees.” He takes another step closer, and his eyes drop back down, watching what he can’t yet see. “How can I… help?”

“Come here,” you say, your voice breathy.

He obeys, and a moment later he’s standing beside you, watching you pleasure yourself.

“I can see your problem,” he says, his eyes blazing.

“Oh, yeah?”

“It’s this,” he says. He closes the distance between you and bends on one knee. Slowly, with his eyes glued on your black lace panties, he pulls them off of you. “So wet,” he murmurs.

You can’t help it– you start to writhe, rocking back and forth on your chair. You’ve thought of this for so long, and now that the moment is here you can’t wait to get started.

“Stop,” he says. And because of the authority in his voice, you do. “Pleasuring you is my job now. Only I get to touch you. You only move when I tell you to. Do you understand?”

You nod, your Pussy getting wetter and wetter with every word. He’s even more dominant than you expected, and it’s turning you on so much you almost disobey.

“Good girl,” he says.

He leans forward and strokes your Pussy with a single finger, his touch feather-light.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Touch me. More. Taste me. Fu–“

“Not yet,” he says. “I’m going to make you cum before I fuck you. But don’t worry,” he says, leaning forward so his words fall directly on your Pussy and his breath tantalizes you. “I am going to fuck you. Nice and slow, up against the window, or hard and fast on your desk. But first…” he licks your Pussy nice and slow, and you clench around the tip of his tongue. He hums his approval and licks again, harder this time. He sucks on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and for a moment you see stars. He’s good at this, way too good. You’re not going to last very long, the way his tongue is claiming your Pussy, the way it strokes through you, the way he sucks you into his mouth.

“I’m going to cum,” you cry. Instead of replying, he just sucks harder.

When you cum, hard and fast, you could swear you hear him moan. Is he getting off on getting you off?

“Now,” he says, sitting up on his knees. He pulls your shirt over your head and makes quick work of your bra, throwing it carelessly to the side. “Now these.” He lowers his head to one of your nipples and licks it, swirling his tongue in circles around the sensitive nub.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, your head falling back in pleasure. “Oh, fuck.

He slips a finger inside you, playing with your Pussy while his tongue continues to tease your nipple. His finger moves tantalizingly slowly, and his thumb presses against your clit while he plays with you. The sensation is almost too much, and you’re on the brink of another Orgasm when he pulls back.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice rough. “You’ve already had one. We’re going to draw this out.”

And that’s exactly what he does. For the next half hour he teases you, licking, sucking, biting, and fingering you to the brink of Orgasm, but always pulling back just before so you never get to cum. It’s driving you mad, and it’s Hot as hell. You’ve never had anyone do this to you, worship your body in such a torturous way, and you cry out his name multiple times, begging him to let you cum.

“Soon, baby,” he murmurs against your throat, before sucking it hard. You’ll have to wear a scarf for the next week to cover up all the hicks he’s leaving. “Soon, you’ll cum for me again. But I want to feel it. I want you to cum hard on my cock, and I want to cum inside you while you do. Does that sound good, baby?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper. “Please, fuck me. Cum inside me. Let me cum. Please, please, please, fuck me.” You’re desperate, and you don’t care if he knows. This is already the best Sex you’ve ever had, and his cock is still sheathed in his expensive pants.

You read a hand between his legs and palm his cock. It’s rock hard beneath the soft fabric of his pants, and it’s… massive. The thought of having it inside you makes you moan, and you come so close to Orgasm that you think it’s finally going to happen. But then he pulls back.

“Yes,” he whispers. “Touch me. Feel me. Do what you want to do to me,” he breathes.

You stroke his cock through his pants, slowly, but with a lot of pressure. It jumps under your ministrations, making you imagine it pulsing inside you as he spills his seed in you. Making you his. Making him yours.

Slowly, you undo the button on his pants and slip a hand inside. His cock is soft, and hard, and wonderful.

“Fuck me,” you say, pushing his pants down. “Fuck me, please. Now.”

He obliges, standing up and pushing you back in your chair. He straddles you and presses a hard kiss to your neck before pushing into you with one hard thrust.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.” So does he. He’s stretching you, filling you with his magnificent cock, and you can’t take it anymore– you buck against him. “Yes, baby. Just like that. Yes, baby.”

He starts rocking into you, and his mouth returns to your nipple, sucking and biting. It’s harder now, to match his thrusting, and it’s driving you wild. His hand slips between you, finding your clit perfectly, and he rubs in circles.

It all becomes too much and you cum, hard.

“I didn’t say you could do that, baby,” he chastises, punctuating his point with a sharp bite to your nipple that almost makes you cum again. “You’re going to cum with me, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you breathe.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans.

You smile and rock against him, grabbing his Ass and pulling him into you, hard. “Fuck me harder, sir.” He groans and starts thrusting with wild abandon. It looks like you’ve found what does it for him. “Fuck yeah. Fuck. Just like that, sir.”

He pinches your clit and the sensation is so strong it brings you to the brink of another Orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby,” he says, biting your neck for good measure. “Cum for me.”

And you do, your Pussy clenching around his cocks. He thrusts into you a few more times before spilling his seed in you with a loud groan.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Fuck.” He licks your neck and places little kisses on all the marks he’s left on you– the bruises, the bite marks. Each kiss makes you shiver, and by the time he’s done, you’re ready for round two. Or three, if you’re counting by orgasms.

He pulls out and bends in front of you.

“Don’t move,” he warns. “I need to clean you up.”

And then his mouth is on your Pussy, his tongue swirling around your clit. He sucks his cum out of you and groans against your Pussy. The feeling of his tongue, and his cum, is enough to make you cum again, and you do. Hard.

You squirt across his face, and he groans in appreciation. “Fuck, baby. Yeah. Fuck.”

When you’re done Cumming he stands up and lifts you up, then lays you across your desk. His erection is poking into you, and you shiver in anticipation. You didn’t think he’d be ready so soon, but you’re definitely not complaining.

He slams into you a moment later, taking you harder than before. He braces one hand on the desk and the other on your tit, grabbing it so hard you think it might bruise.

You hope it does.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”

You cum hard, your Pussy clenching around his cock. He drops his head to your other nipple and licks it gently, the motion so different from his hard fucking that the sensation drives you wild. A moment later, he slips a hand between you two and plays with your clit, driving you closer and closer to Orgasm.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. Cum for me,” he roars. And you do. It’s the best Orgasm of your life. You see stars, and you watch as you squirt all over him.

He pulls out a moment later, his cock slipping out of your Pussy easily, and for a moment you miss feeling it inside of you.

Until he cums, spraying all over you. It’s messy, and it’s Hot as hell, and you slip a hand between you and play with your clit, riding out another Orgasm just as his finishes.

“I said no touching,” he pants, his eyes flashing. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

A thrill runs through you and you raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”

“Stand up,” he says. Up against the window.” You do what he says, pressing your tits against the cold glass. With how wound up your body is, the cold against your nipples turns you on even more.

He comes up behind you, pressing his body to yours.

“How would you like to be punished?” He asks. “I could spank you so hard you can’t sit tomorrow. I could make you Orgasm so many times you’re too weak to stand. Or I could walk away and pretend this never happened. Your choice.”

“Spanking,” you pant. “No, orgasms.”

“No orgasms?” He says, humor lacing his words. “I guess we’re done then.”

You can’t help the whimper that escapes you. “Orgasms. Please. Please, sir, give me orgasms.”

“I think your punishment will be making you wait,” he muses, pressing his hard cock against your throbbing Pussy and rocking so it rubs against you. “I’ll call you into my office some time in the next few days and fuck you senseless while everyone is out there not knowing what’s going on. Until then, you don’t fuck anyone else. You don’t touch yourself. And you don’t cover up that perfect Pussy with underwear. Got it?”

You nod, the thought of waiting, of not knowing when he’s going to fuck you, turning you on.

He backs off and you turn to face him. He pulls you in for a deep kiss and you moan into it. He chuckles. “No more tonight, baby,” he says.

He strides over to your desk and picks up your panties, pressing them to his face. “These are mine, now.” You nod, the sight of him inhaling your scent so deeply turning you on. You don’t know how you’ll resist touching yourself before you see him.

“Sir?” His eyes flare when you call him that.

“Yes?”

“What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you get to touch yourself? Do you get to… fuck other people?”

“No, baby. It’s just you and me.”

You smile, pleased at what he’s saying.

“Goodnight,” he says striding to the door. “Get some good rest tonight.”

He smirks and leaves, and you sink into your chair, tempted to touch yourself. You are tired, though, and you’ve had more than enough orgasms for the night.

You can’t wait to see what comes next.