Erotica | Office Sex | Assistant | Secretary
Do you think my boss will get the message this way?
Dropping all subtleties. Skipping the flirting. Offering him my naked body on his desk. What to do when the boss doesn’t get it…
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I had tried everything. Innuendoes. Direct flirting. Sexy clothes. No bra. Sitting next to him on his desk. Caressing my neck while he talked to me. Touching him on his biceps. Standing too close to him. Battling my eyelashes.
Nothing worked.
I could see on his face that he wasn’t even getting it.
I wanted him. My boss. He was everything I liked in a man. Tall and big. Strong arms. He was demanding but fair. He corrected my mistakes but always gave me second chances. I would have done anything for him — work-wise and any other way!
I didn’t care about human resources policies. I was willing to lose my job to get his cock inside of me.
On that Friday afternoon, he was attending an office meeting in the board room. At 5 PM, he was still not back, and I was ready to go home for the weekend. I wouldn’t see him again until Monday morning.
Everybody else was leaving the building.
I went into his office. I sat in his chair and closed my eyes. I imagined him taking me right there. I was imagining my face pushed down on his seat, his hand pulling on my hair, and him banging me from behind. I wanted him to unload inside of me — in any one of my holes, as long as he did it.
I could feel his presence in that office.
In the wintertime, most of us came to the office with a windbreaker. My boss also wore a scarf. It was kind of his trademark — a scarf tied with a fancy European knot. Although we were in the middle of a hot Summer, my boss still had his scarf in his office, probably hanging there from last Winter.
I stood up and walked to his coat rack. I let my fingers caress his scarf. It inspired me as if I was touching his skin. I took the scarf and covered my eyes with it, then tied it behind my head. I lifted my dress and touched myself.
Why doesn’t he understand that I am all his?
I figured I needed to make it more explicit.
Dumb men!
I decided I wasn’t going to spend any more time agonizing over him.
I pushed down my undies, removed my dress, and untied my bra. I was naked with my eyes still covered. I caressed my body. My breasts, my nipples, my belly, my buttocks, my thighs, and my clitoris.
I pushed the door of his office closed. Perhaps I should have done it earlier. I wondered if anybody walked by while I was caressing myself in the buff. I didn't care.
I climbed onto his desk, keeping my high heel shoes on. I bent my knees and put my naked butt on his desk. I was sitting so that he could see the side of my body when walking in. I caressed it with my hand, imagining what he would notice. My right breast, the side of my torso, my ass, thigh, leg, and I finished on the top of my right foot, still wearing a suggestive pair of stilettos I had bought precisely to be sexier at work.
I brought my hand to my vulva, opened my vaginal lips, and then pushed my index finger inside me.
His penis will be in here soon.
I stopped touching myself and waited. I didn’t want to come until he was inside of me.
I waited a long time, sitting nude on his desk.
Eventually, the door opened.
My heart skipped a beat.
Then the door closed.
My heart started racing.
I was trying to imagine which part of my body he was particularly looking at and what he felt. I imagined his cock stiffening in his pants, and that gave me shivers.
I waited. Nothing happened. I suddenly got sad. And scared. Maybe he had left the office before closing the door. As I was thinking about standing up and leaving, his hand touched my back. My naked back.
I wanted to jump in his arms! But I also wanted to see what he would do.
He started with his hands at the top of my back and very, very slowly went down all the way to the top of my butt crack. Then he brought his hands down the side of my thighs and legs before traveling to the inside of my legs. His hands went up and reached my inner thigh. He slowed down. I couldn’t wait for his hand to touch my vulva. He made me wait.
I further opened up my legs as an invitation for him to get to my private parts. I didn’t want them to be private. I wanted them to be his.
Eventually, he did. He started at the bottom of my vulva and went up remarkably slowly. He lingered a little bit on my clitoris but continued to go up on my belly, then my boobs. He stopped on my nipples and then held my entire breasts in his hands.
I could feel his breathing on the back of my neck. He kissed my right shoulder. I tilted my head to expose my neck. I loved receiving kisses on the neck, and he seemed to know it because he gave me the most sensual kisses I had ever known.
He took my right hand and gently pulled on it. I followed his lead to step off his desk. I was standing naked in his office except for my stilettos and his scarf covering my eyes. He grabbed me and pulled me against his body. I could feel his belt and his tie on my naked skin, and that excited me even more.
I had never been so close to him before. He had never kissed me on the cheek at a party, even! And now, he was holding my naked body against his fully dressed one.
“I am all yours, don’t you know?” I whispered.
His lips stopped me from further talking. He kissed me, and I kissed him like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other for weeks.
He retook my hand and guided me to his chair, where he had me sit. He pulled my arms behind the backrest and tied my wrists with what I surmised was his tie. I was so excited. My vagina was pulsating in anticipation.
I felt his hands on my knees, pushing them apart. I could feel his breathing on my belly and then his tongue on my vulva. He pushed my vaginal lips open with his tongue then moved on to my clitoris. He alternated between kissing it and twirling his tongue around it.
I was losing it.
Every once in a while, he took a break from honoring my clitoris to pushing his tongue inside my vagina. I had never been with a guy capable of pushing his tongue so much inside of me.
“Take me! I’m yours!” I begged.
He put his finger on my lips and kept worshipping my pussy. He plunged his fingers inside of me and explored every part of my vagina, caressing and teasing me internally.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My toes curled. My vagina walls contracted. My body shook from head to toe. And I yelled from pleasure.
As I was calming down, he kept kissing my clit and vulva, oh so gently. When he stopped, his hands explored my body. I was at his mercy, totally vulnerable, with my hands still tied behind the backrest and my eyes covered with his scarf.
He touched my feet, legs, thighs, belly, breasts, and nipples. Then he kissed me on the shoulders and the neck. It was better than I had imagined in my most erotic fantasies when caressing myself in bed at home.
Why didn’t I do this earlier?
For months, I wanted him to use my body to please himself. Instead, he had given me the best orgasm of my life.
I will never be able to leave this job!
“I’m yours!” I whispered.
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