Scones are no Replacement for Sex with the Boss
Her Boyfriend Brings her Scones, but her Boss Brings his Cock
“Marissa, can you come in here please?”
I stopped typing on my computer and hit the intercom.
“Yes, Mr. Fields. I’ll be right in.”
“Better run!”
I looked up and laughed. Peter had made it a habit to stop by my desk during the day to flirt and bring me a scone, which he laid on my desk. We had only been dating for three weeks, but he made me feel special.
“You know how much of a slave driver he is,” I said and picked up the scone. “Ooh, chocolate chip!”
“Your favorite,” he said. “I can’t wait for dinner tonight.”
“Me either,” I smiled. I watched Peter walk down the hall and I took a deep breath, collecting myself to face our boss, Mr. Holton Fields.
“So, how’s Peter?” Fields asked as soon as the door was shut behind me.
“Peter? What do you mean?”
Fields stood up from his desk. He was a striking man in more ways than one. Tall and broad shouldered with silver hair at his temples. Not to mention he was one of the most powerful men in the company, which had many women fawning over him.
I had never needed to do that. I dressed conservatively, my lush curves hidden by a sensible skirt suit, but even I could tell it did very little to hide my natural beauty. That was the reason Peter had noticed me and it was why Mr. Fields was now looking up at me with hungry eyes.
“Word gets around,” Fields walked around his desk, then perched himself on the edge.
“Well, I don’t know what you might have heard,” my voice trembled. “We’re just friends.”
“Oh, really?” Fields pushed himself up from the desk and stepped forward, pushing himself into my personal space.
“Yuh… yes,” I murmured.
“So that means I can still do this?” He pushed his hands through my thick, dark hair and kissed me.
For a moment, I melted into the kiss, my boss pushing me up against the door. A moan emanated from my throat as his tongue swabbed the roof of my mouth. I raised my hands and pushed against his chest.
“No,” I said. “We can’t do this anymore.”
“Because of Peter?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I… I like him.”
“Oh, you like him,” Fields leaned forward and ran his nose up my neck, breathing in my scent. “Have you fucked him?”
“That’s none of your business!” I moaned.
“I guess that means he hasn’t.” My boss grinned.
Fields and I had been fucking for weeks, ever since I was promoted to his desk. I know what you might be thinking, that I was fucking him to keep my job. That wasn’t true. I fucked him because he was the hottest, most powerful man I’d ever met. I fucked him because I couldn’t resist what he did to me.
I fucked him because I wanted to.
That was until I met Peter. With Peter I sensed a gentle soul who could make me happy and provide for me and the family I wanted to have some day. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that Fields was interested in anything but sex and he certainly wasn’t the marrying kind. Sex might have been enough for me at the beginning, but not anymore.
“So, this is over?” Fields took a playful nip at my earlobe.
“Yes!” My whole body shuddered as I realized what I was giving up. “It’s over.”
“OK,” Fields said and pushed away from me, leaving me trembling against the door. “Keep things professional. I like it.”
He walked towards his desk, then turned around and gave me a sly look.
“Unless, of course, you want to be with me one, last time.”
“I can’t,” I moaned, but already my pussy was throbbing.
“Can’t, or won’t?” he said with a teasing smile. He stepped towards me and before I could answer, he sank to his knees in his three piece suit and hiked my skirt up over my hips.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as Fields pulled my panties down over my hips, exposing my pussy. I could hear the employees going about their business, Peter included, as my boss slid his tongue up my dripping slit. “Fuck!”
My hesitation melted away as Fields lifted my leg and perched it on his shoulder, allowing him better access to my sopping pussy. How could I let him do this to me? The answer was clear, however, when he latched onto my swollen clit, sucking it deep into his mouth. As he ate my cunt, he slid a finger in between my lips, thrusting deep inside of me. He knew my body, had mapped out every pleasure center, and he hit them mercilessly, his mouth and fingers fucking my brain into a warm haze of lust.
“Oh shit!” I cried, then clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries as I came over my boss’ face. Fields continued to eat me until my hips shook and I could no longer stay on my feet.
“Come here,” Fields grunted and pulled me towards his desk. I whimpered, but didn’t resist as he slammed me down over the desktop.
In our weeks of fucking we had never fucked in his office and never while everyone was at work. The idea of people merrily going about their work day made the heat in my cunt build to an exquisite pressure. Fields took his time, pulling off my jacket, then unbuttoning my blouse, the huge bulge in his pants rubbing against my ass. I was moaning like a bitch in heat by the time he released my heavy tits, squeezing the resilient flesh until my nipples hardened. His merciless fingers reached out and pinched the sensitive skin and I moaned, falling forward over my boss’ desk.
“I can’t believe Peter hasn’t fucked you yet!” he snickered, slapping my ass. “His loss.”
“Please! Don’t say his name!”
“Why? Because you like him?” Fields slapped my ass again. “Because he brings you scones?”
“Yes!” I cried.
Fields leaned over me, his lips hot against my ear.
“Amateur!” he chuckled, “I know what you really want.”
I hadn’t noticed him pull out his cock, but I definitely felt it as it probed my swollen cunt. I moaned, biting my bottom lip as my boss’ thick cock split me open, forcing its way past the elastic band that protected my cunt and stabbed deep into my belly. I covered my mouth as Fields gripped my hips and slammed his cock into my pussy, my throbbing walls clasping desperately around his thick shaft.
“I know Peter won’t be able to give you this!” Fields grunted. He pushed me down on his desk and hammered me on top of the desk, his hard stomach smacking against my ass. For a long moment the only sounds were my muffled moans and the wet slaps of skin on skin.
I came again, screaming into my hand as my body coursed with fiery bliss. My body wouldn’t respond to my thoughts and I fell limp and used up on the top of Field’s desk.
Field’s suddenly stopped fucking me and spoke.
“Yes? Who is it?”
“It’s me, Peter, Mr. Fields,” Peter said from behind the door. “Um… Marissa isn’t out here and I have some papers that need to be signed.”
“One second.”
Oh my God! Peter! He was just outside that door! Fields pulled his cock out of my dripping pussy and I tried standing up, but he caught me by the shoulder and pulled me around to the other side of the desk. He dropped me to my knees under his desk then, as an afterthought, threw my jacket in after me. He sat in his chair, his pants down around his ankles and his cock waving hard and throbbing in my face.
He reached forward and, before I could protest, he guided his cock into my mouth.
“Come in, Peter.”
Oh my God! My mouth was full of my boss’ cock as Peter stepped into the office.
This couldn’t be happening! But even as I thought that, I heard Peter’s voice just a few feet away.
“For the Paulson account,” Peter said.
“Right,” Fields replied, one hand grabbing the papers, the other hand pushing me down onto his cock. “That’s good.”
I had no choice. While Peter and Fields discussed business, I sucked my boss’s cock, unable to believe what was happening. What was worse, the sound of Peter’s voice just a few feet away made the burning heat in my cunt bubble to full boil. Without thinking, I fingered my pussy as I hungirly sucked my Fields’ cock, Peter oblivious to the whole lurid act.
“So, I heard you’re dating Marissa?” Fields said and I tried to pull back, but a firm hand on my head kept his cock in my mouth.
“Um… yes,” Peter said. “It’s been a few dates. Is there a policy against it?”
“Not at all,” Fields said and he humped his hips, working his cock in my mouth as he spoke to my date. “She’s a great girl! A real go-getter!”
“I think so too!” Peter said and I felt a stab of guilt in my belly as I heard the eagerness in his voice.
“So, you really like her?”
“Yes,” Peter said and Fields humped his cock harder, forcing me to gag on his rigid pole. “I really do.”
“That’s great!” Fields said. “Really… really great!”
Fields’ cock swelled against my tongue and suddenly my mouth was full of his thick, salty cum. How could he come without letting Peter know? I had no idea, but he did, squirting his heavy load between my lips filling up my mouth until cum spilled out over my chin.
“I wish you all the best,” Fields said.
“Thank you, sir,” Peter said and I heard him walk to the door, open it, then shut it behind him.
“He really likes you,” Fields said and pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped, holding my hand as his thick jizz spilled into my hand. Fields looked down at my dripping face and laughed. “If he could see you now!”
“Stop it!” I snapped, but my words were softened by the cum dripping off my face.
“Don’t be mad!” Fields said as I stood up. “I promise, if you want this to be the last time, I won’t push it.”
I looked at him skeptical as I dressed.
“Really? The last time?”
“Of course,” he smiled.
I sighed, looking down at myself to make sure I was presentable, then walked to the door.
“Just remember, though,” Fields said as I turned the handle. “If scones aren’t enough for you, you know where I am.”
The End
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