I Took a Load in My Pussy From My Assistant

Paul leaned over me and slowly started kissing my neck and licking his way upward. He sucked on my earlobe and I tried my best not to moan as I felt his warm breath in my ear.

I made it. I was the boss bitch and everyone respected me. I may have been lonely but I had worked my way up the corporate ladder and was now the CEO of a successful technology company. My salary kept me warm at night with my designer suits and shoes, my closest confidants.

It was a lonely life. I hadn’t realized how lonely I was until I hired Paul, a handsome and much younger man. He was tall and well-built, and his French accent was mesmerizing. He had been the first to answer the ad for a personal assistant and his smile had been as irresistible as it was now.

After finishing my work for the evening, I closed my laptop and turned on the TV to watch some porn. I switched to the PPV channels and found a video with a man that looked strikingly similar to Paul.

He was fucking a young, pretty girl and I figured if my assistant was going to have sex, that was who he would probably choose. Of course, he wouldn’t want an old, unmarried woman like me. I had spent my life so focused on my career that I had barely noticed when all of my friends got married and started having kids. I didn’t have time for such nonsense and I went about my life just as I always had, fighting my way into my current position of glory, in a world ruled by men. I had worked so hard to get where I was, I hadn’t even realized I would feel this way at the top. I thought that I would finally be happy when I got here but now something was missing from my life.

With my eyes fixed on the TV screen, I sunk my finger inside of me as I watched the man who looked like Paul fuck that pretty girl and I let my mind pretend that I was that girl and that Paul was going to take me like that.

I took myself there with my fingers, diddling my clit with the exactitude of a woman who had been fucking herself for far too long. I screamed as loudly as I wanted knowing there was no one in the house. Another day, another self-induced orgasm. I switched the TV off and went to sleep thinking about Paul.

The next day, I arrived at work in my designer suit. I had dressed a bit more provocatively than I usually did, wearing a bright-colored bra under my white shirt and my suit was cut a bit more tightly than most of my suits. I had bought it with Paul in mind and I couldn’t wait to see him. He was already waiting for me in the office, a cup of steaming coffee already on my desk.

“Welcome, Riley! How was your night?”

“It was… pleasant,” I responded with the image of last night’s porno still in my mind.

“That’s very nice. Do you need anything from me?”

“Yes. Paul, I need you to ask Michael about the agreement that has been sitting with him for the last two days, and also please go through my emails for me and see if there’s anything urgent.” I informed him and he nodded approvingly.

Most of the assistants I had before Paul couldn’t hang for long but he was different, he was smarter than the rest and could keep up with the crazy pace in the company.

“I already went through your emails and flagged the ones that need your review. I’ll tell Michael he needs to expedite the agreement,” he responded swiftly.

As he was speaking, I couldn’t take my eyes away from him and I even noticed a tiny birthmark on his neck that I haven’t seen before. He looked so sexy and confident. Besides, his accent was killing me.

“Riley… Riley, why are you looking at me like that?” he gave me a sideways look.

“I… I just…” I stuttered.

“What is it, Riley?”

My pussy was wet for him and I knew what I was about to do was wrong but I did it anyway, my wet pussy leading the way.

“Paul, can I ask you something personal?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Have you ever had sex with someone at work?” I asked him.

“Oh, do you mean you, Riley?”

I was melting. The way he said my name made me weak inside. I felt like my heels weren’t strong enough to hold up my feet. I felt like he was responding to me with sexual energy.

“Yes,” I said, my voice disgustingly sexual.

I didn’t sound like myself at all but more like a phone sex operator or a whore.

“I never have, Riley but I can tell you’re looking for sex. Right? I can help you with that.”

“You can?”

“Yes,” he said and got up.

Paul closed the door and locked it then shut each set of blinds until we were hidden from the rest of the office.

“Now?” I asked trying to stop the situation from escalating.

“Right now. It’s what you need, don’t you?”

And with that, he leaned over me and slowly started kissing my neck and licking his way upward. He sucked on my earlobe and I tried my best not to moan as I felt his warm breath in my ear. When he was done, he put his hands over my shoulders and kissed me right on the mouth.

I accepted his passionate kiss, my body stiff at first until I relaxed. It had been over a year since someone kissed me like this and the last time had been a disappointment. I had never been good at dating, love, or sex. Maybe that was why I had given up, until now. I kissed Paul back, letting him have his way with my body. He ran his hands all over my back and down my legs until they were pulling my skirt up.

“Paul! We can’t do this here!”

“Yes, we can. Just accept it. Surrender yourself to me and see embrace the passion I’m about to share with you.”

He spun me around and pulled my skirt up and I let him bend me over my own desk and pull down my panties.

“You are so horny I can almost smell it. I can feel it too, right here,” he said and slipped two fingers inside of me.

I gasped as he pressed on my G-spot, making my body jump. I couldn’t help but moan out loud as his fingers pressed right on the perfect spot and I felt an incredible release as I squirted all over the floor.

“Did you just squirt?” Paul asked.

“I think so…”

“See? That’s how horny you are… boss,” he said and he was right; I needed this.

I didn’t have time for love but I could make time for this, for the kind of sex that I had been so deeply craving. I hadn’t noticed that while I was lost in thought, Paul had gotten his cock out and I felt it when he shoved it into my pussy.

The sensations of pleasure I felt as Paul slowly fucked me over my desk were the kind that made me realize that things needed to change. I needed to be made to cum and I needed orgasms, lots of them.

“How does this feel? Do you like it when I take control of you?”

“Yes!” I admitted, my pussy buzzing with excitement.

He gripped my hair and pulled it back until my neck was arching painfully backward as he plowed into me from behind. I came hard for him then, gurgling sounds erupting from deep within me as I tried to fight back the screams that each orgasm produced inside of me. I knew that this was all I had been craving. I had been needing to get truly fucked, for so long and Paul was exactly what I needed.

I felt like a complete and total slut and there was something about it that was freeing. I felt like I was doing the things that I had always wanted to do. I screamed as my entire body tensed and then exploded into another powerful orgasm.

I screamed and stuck my ass out to meet his cock, letting this orgasm engulf me, leaving my body limp and broken as Paul smashed me up against my own desk. He pounded me hard and fast, the way a guy fucks a whore and I was happy.

“That’s so fucking hot! I’m going to cum inside of you!”

I hadn’t bargained on him cumming inside of me but I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I heard him grunt and moan and I felt his load of cum delivered deep into my pussy. I wasn’t on the pill but I wasn’t even worried. I’d been waiting for someone to fuck me for so long that I took his load as if I was just a slut.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled out of me.

I stood up and faced him, his cock still dripping a bit on the floor.

“Fuck, that was incredible, but to be clear I’m still your boss,” I said trying to sound as convincing as possible.

I’m sure it was hard for him to take me seriously with my panties wrapped around my ankles and his cum dripping from my pussy but he did a decent job.

“Yes, boss. I understand,” he said with a smirk on his face. “Shall I pump you full of more cum at lunch then? And again after work? How often do you need to cum?”

My pussy was already aching again as he said this.

“After work will be fine. Now go do something useful and leave me alone.”

My brain was shifting back into business mode. I pulled my panties up and smoothed my skirt back down. I felt his cum leaking onto my panties.

“Yes, boss!”

I stared him down as he zipped up his fly and left my office. I found I couldn’t get my mind back on work. The thought of doing it again after work had my pussy wet again. Finally, the craving I had been searching to quell had been satisfied. Maybe there was hope for me after all.

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