CHEATING WIFE BOSS HUMILIATION

Working Late: Unsatisfied Married Office Lady Seduced by Her Boss — Part 2

Morton corners Ashley in the basement. Will she give in to her ugly boss’s advances?

Ashley went to work the next day, tired and frustrated. The lack of sex the night before made the thought of Morton’s look even more exciting and unwanted. She vowed to herself to keep as far away from her boss as possible.

Unfortunately, the problem with working as Morton’s assistant meant she could never keep her distance from him for very long. A couple of hours after she’d gotten to work, Morton emerged from his office and came to stand by her desk.

He enjoyed this position, looking down at her so he could peek through the top of her blouse. She realized she had unbuttoned the top couple of buttons because of the heat in the office. She wondered if Morton had turned up the heat himself for that very reason.

She felt his breathing and saw a quick flick of his tongue across his lips. She realized he must see the white lace of her bra, and she adjusted. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes, but that only seemed to excite him more.

She scooted her chair back, trying to make it look natural instead of fleeing from his presence. Morton saw it for what it was and grinned with his thick lips, again wetting them with his tongue. She could feel the heat of his body, and even though she was disgusted by his hungry look, she couldn’t help but feel sensations of pleasure coursing through her.

“How are you doing today, Ashley?” Morton asked, leaning on her desk.

“I… I’m fine, Mr. Morton,” Ashley said. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No,” Morton said and took the opportunity to scoot his wide bottom onto the corner of her desk and sit down. Ashley was aware of the bulge in his pants just inches from her face. She caught herself staring.

What the hell? His crotch is huge! He must stuff it with something!

Her face grew red as the thoughts slithered through her brain. She forced herself to look up at Morton even though his eyes were worse than the bulge between his legs.

“Actually, Ashley,” Morton said, shifting his weight on her desk. “I do need your help with something.”

Ashley’s throat tightened. There was an underlying meaning to those words. For the first time since she worked at Morton’s Investments, she was scared. Scared of what Morton might do. But also scared of her own conflicting emotions.

Morton waited for her to say something. She didn’t want to ask, but there was nothing she could do.

“Wh…what would you like me to do?” Ashley said hesitantly, her cheeks burning at the submissive question.

“I need a file,” Morton said, standing up from her desk. “The Jenkins file from ‘85? Can you go down to the Archives and get that for me, please?”

Ashley let out a soft sigh of relief. A file, a file was all he wanted. She found herself smiling, and Morton grinned back.

“That’s a good girl, he said, and her smile slipped as she cringed inwardly at his patronizing tone. Still, she was relieved that he hadn’t crossed that line, the line that would mean she’d have to quit.

Just two more months, she said to herself. Just two more months.

“Right away, Mr. Morton,” she said and even managed a polite smile.

“Good girl, Ashley,” Morton said and placed a fat hand on her shoulder. “That’s a good girl.”

Ashley suppressed a shudder as Morton shuffled back to his office and the door clicked shut behind him.

Ashley closed her eyes and sighed.

Just two more months, she thought desperately — just, two more months.

The Archives was a euphemistic name for the basement underneath Morton Investments. Most items had become digital, but because of taxes and sheer laziness, the paper files had been consigned to the dark, dank place known as The Archives.

Ashley never really liked going down to the archives, but she was so eager to get away from Morton’s presence she nearly skipped down the stairs. Why did his desperate flirting bother her so much? His half-baked attempts at getting under her skin weren’t even the worst form of harassment she had ever experienced.

She chalked it up to her problems with Greg. If their sex life had been more fulfilling, Morton’s looks and innuendo would mean nothing. As it stood, her boss’s attention only reminded her of how frustrated she was at home.

As Ashley got to the bottom of the stairwell, it became darker. The entrance to the archives was lit only by a single bare bulb.

She cracked open the door and searched for the light switch. It flickered on and the fluorescent lights buzzed and snapped into life. The light fixtures, probably as old as many of the files, hummed and flickered menacingly as Ashley stepped into the room. She took a breath, coughed at the scent of mildew and old paper, and walked through the stacks, looking for the nearly forty-year-old files.

What the hell does he want with the Jenkins file? Ashley thought to herself but shrugged the thought away. Whatever kept her away from Morton was good enough for her.

Finally, she found the right date and read the weathered, mildewed labels. Peering up into the dark, she found the correct box just out of reach. She cursed to herself and was just about to find a stool or chair when she heard the door open and then shut.

“Hello?” she called out into the darkness. “Who’s there?”

No answer. She listened for footsteps but heard nothing. She felt a sliver of fear, then forced it back down. It was silly. Whoever was down here worked in the office, they probably just hadn’t heard her.

She was just about to call out again when she felt a presence to her left. She turned and gasped as Morton stepped out into the flickering light.

“Ashley,” he said. The blue fluorescent light flickered as he passed under it. “I thought you might need some help.”

Her heart was beating fast in her chest.

“I don’t need any help. I just need a stool.”

“I’m sorry,’ Morton said and slid his bulk past her into the aisle. She shuddered when she felt his belly brush against her. “I should have known the file would be on one of the top shells. Honestly, I can’t remember what’s back here most of the time.”

“Is that why you really came down here?” Ashley asked before she could stop herself.

“Why, of course,” Morton said innocently. “Why else would I come down here?”

“I…I…”

She tried to speak, but Morton pushed forward. His fat, strong hand pushed up against her breasts, squeezing hard. She moaned in pain, and her mouth opened involuntarily. Morton took the opportunity to press his thick lips against her mouth and sucked her tongue into a wet, slobbery kiss.

For just a moment, Ashley forgot herself. The harsh grip on her breasts was painful yet sent electric spikes of pleasure down her spine. His rubbery tongue slipped across the top of her mouth and over her teeth. It should have been disgusting, but a spark of heat flared between her thighs, and she couldn’t help but moan in submission.

Then, quite suddenly, she came back to herself. She pushed Morton’s fat bulk up against the stacks. Before she could think, her hand flashed up and landed with a crack against his cheek.

Morton came back to himself as well. He shook his head and looked down at her, the hungry expression in his eyes replaced by fear

I… I’m sorry!” he said. “I don’t know what came over me!”

“Get off of me!” Ashley hissed, even though Morton had backed up two paces. “You stay away from me, you piece of shit!”

“Oh, God!” Morton said and tried to step forward to comfort her. “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Ashley said. “If you touch me again, I’m contacting a lawyer. And I will sue you for every goddamn penny you have!”

Morton stepped back and bumped against the shelves. Files fell and papers floated down around him. He held up his hands to show that he meant no harm. Ashley continued to look at him, breathing heavily, her body hot and angry. Morton searched for words but could find none. Finally, after a few moments, he lowered his arms and slumped his shoulders in defeat. He left her there in the flickering darkness, retreating like a dog with a tail between his legs.

After he left, Ashley slumped against the shelves, still panting with anger and unrequited lust. She took deep breaths of the dusty, mildewy air and finally managed to force enough oxygen into her body to calm down. Finally, she stood up and straightened her blouse and skirt. She looked up at the box just out of a reach and sighed.

Going to need a stool, she thought calmly to herself, and she went in search of a stool to get the file.

After all, she still had a job to do, and she was determined to do it.

After the incident in the Archives, Ashley was determined to distance herself from Morton. For the next two days, she managed to stay out of his line of sight. She repeated the mantra over and over inside her head.

Two more months. Two more months.

For Morton’s part, he kept to himself, sequestering himself in his office like a bear hibernating for winter. He only poked his head out when it was necessary. After a few days of this, Ashley began to relax. It seemed her threat had done the job, and she felt like she could get through the next two months, then be done with Morton forever.

The plan worked and would have kept working if it hadn’t been for her phone.

She still couldn’t believe she had forgotten it at work. Normally, she kept her phone, keys, and anything of importance in her purse. But Greg had called her just before leaving the office. She had dug her phone out of her purse and answered it. Then, she must have set it down and left it on her desk.

So, she’d had to turn around in the car and go back to work. The place was dark and eerie at night. Without the everyday bustle of brokers and other employees moving about the office, it was quiet as a tomb.

She walked through the hall lobby and made her way to her desk, but strange sounds stopped her. It took her a moment to realize it was heavy, labored breathing. Slowly, she peeked around the desk to see who else was in the office at this time.

It was Morton. He was sitting at Ashley’s desk, leaning back in her office chair, his eyes looking intently at his phone. She had to suppress a cry of surprise when she realized he had his pants open, and he was stroking himself.

She was just a few feet away, and from this angle, she could see his thick, meaty cock. Her mouth dropped open, and she involuntarily touched her bottom lip with her finger. It was so big! At least twice as big as Greg and twice as thick. Morton’s hand was pumping the glistening length of it as he stared at his phone.

She thought he was looking at porn, but when he shifted, she saw he was looking at pictures. Pictures of her. Where had he got pictures of her?

Suddenly, she realized the format. He was looking at Facebook. And as he scrolled through the pictures, she saw her and Greg smiling and laughing.

She felt disgusted and outraged. But she was transfixed by the sight of his huge cock as he pumped it up and down, the head just inches away from her and Greg’s smiling faces. A dark, primal lust rose between her legs and she imagined that big thick flesh in her hands. In her mouth. In her pussy.

What would that feel like? She thought to herself.

Her hand dropped slowly to her breast, her other hand sliding down her hip. Morton was pumping furiously now, scrolling through pictures of their wedding. Then, he stopped at a photo of her on the beach in Hawaii. She was lying back in the sun, the blue eaves of the ocean behind her. She was smiling at the camera, at Greg, but she knew Morton was imagining her smiling at him.

Her nipples were hard, and her pulse throbbed between her thighs. Morton groaned and jammed his fat hand down on his fat cock. Ashley covered her mouth with her hand as his cock erupted in thick jets of cum. An enormous amount of cum! The heavy jizz splashed onto his hand, his shirt, and splattered her desk. Thick, sticky ropes of it splashed across the small screen in his hand, landing directly on her face.

Ashley moaned, unable to stop the involuntary pleasure that bloomed in her belly. Morton sat up in her chair, his head whipping around as Ashley was just able to pop back around the corner. She held her breath, the heat leeching away between her thighs. She waited for Morton to get up to waddle over to her and find her hiding.

She heard the chair creak as he got up. She waited to hear his footsteps. Instead, there was nothing. She breathed slowly then peeked around the corner. Morton was cleaning himself up with a wet wipe. Then, he cleaned her desk.

How many times? She thought. How many times have I worked with his dried cum on my chair?

As she thought the words, Morton ducked back into his office and came back with a spray bottle and a towel. He fastidiously cleaned every inch of her chair, her desk, and the floor. Finally, the evidence of his lust gone, Morton went back into his office and shut the door.

Ashley didn’t have time to think. She shot out from around the corner, grabbed her phone off the desk, and ran to the door. She didn’t care if Morton heard her. She didn’t care about any of it. Mixed emotions of lust and disgust rose within her, powering her legs until she hit the door and escaped into the night.

After she got back to the car, she realized Morton’s cleanup job had not been complete. She dropped her phone on the seat and looked at her hand, seeing the thick, white glob sticking to her palm. She felt the disgust rise in her belly, but she also felt something hot.

Without thinking, she brought her hand close to her face smelling Morton’s thick seed. Even his cum was thicker than Greg’s. Her tongue flicked out, and she almost tasted it.

“Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried and wiped the sticky residue onto her skirt. That only made it worse, and the bile burned her throat. She fought to keep down her lunch while searching through the glove compartment for any sort of wipe. When she couldn’t find any, she sat back in the car and took a deep breath. She had to get home. If she could get home, she could clean herself up and, hopefully, forget all this had happened.

But, even as she started the car, feeling Morton’s sticky cum on her fingers, she felt that heat, that shameful heat, between her thighs and remembered the sight of Morton’s thick, powerful cock in his hands. Ashley tried to get the image out of her head.

She needed Greg, but Greg wasn’t here, and he wasn’t at home. He was at work and, even if she went home, he wouldn’t be there.

She picked up her phone, still sticky with that bastard’s cum, and opened up the home screen. She clicked on Facebook and scrolled through the pictures.

She tried to focus on Greg’s face as she slid her hand down between her legs. She was wet, wet from watching Morton stroke his long, thick cock. She moaned as she touched herself, trying desperately to imagine Greg, but all she could think about was how it didn’t measure up to Morton’s beautiful flesh.

“Oh, God!” she cried in desperation, and then she fell into her fantasy. She imagined Morton inside of her stretching her and filling her with his thick flesh. Would it hurt? She was sure it would, but she didn’t care. She placed her phone on the dash, lifted her hand to her face, and smelled Morton’s thick seed on her fingers. She reached out her tongue and licked at the sticky residue. Salty and swampy, but not bad.

Shame filled her as she licked his cum from her fingers. The disgust didn’t stop the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm. She bucked on the seat of her car, cumming against her fingers. Hot, warm juices spilled into her panties and made the seat slick.

Spent, she came back to herself and dropped her hand into her lap. She felt sick to her stomach, both from what she had done and from the intense pleasure she had gotten from her climax.

“Oh, God!” she moaned again, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “What am I going to do?”

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