Who’s the boss now?

“I’m going to fuck your brains out!”

 

Kitty moaned loudly, his assertiveness, his coarseness, and his sheer arousal gripping her and exciting her as he pushed her back against the storage racks. He was hard, his cock so huge, already unzipped an iron bar, so erect, so obedient to her.

 

For a moment, Kitty focused on its girth, his large purple head already smeared in his pre-cum. He knew she was soaking—so wet, so aroused. She'd teased him mercilessly all day in the office—the way she dressed and the way she acted and flirted. She was his boss, but she knew he was in control.

 

Kitty knew he had wanted her this morning from the time she’d entered the office; his head had turned as she walked in through the office door. It had seemed an age since he’d fucked her; in fact, it had been three days ago on the office floor. She’d woken that morning so wet and aroused, her cunt so sensitive, drawing her fingers as she lay there on the bed, touching herself and fingering her most special place. Her orgasm had felt so good. But she wanted more—so much more.

 

Kitty yearned for her lover again to be inside her, ravishing her, fucking her; she so wanted his aroused hard cock. She came again, imagining him before breakfast, and at the table, she gave a mischievous smile. She stepped to the dresser and carefully chose her lingerie and attire. That outfit, the heels, that lingerie set, the stockings, that expensive scent—he'd bought it for her too. She drove him crazy today, and she knew there was little he could do.

 

All day she teased him, little things to drive him to the edge of his sanity until he finally snapped in sheer arousal and could take no more. Yes, little things: her outfit, stern, business-like, and so sexual; her silk blouse; and that silk neck scarf. Those stockings too, so black and silky, combined with that modest navy skirt. How many times had she caught him eye-fucking her, running his eyes all over her beautiful body? She knew she was making him so hard.

 

How many times had she bent over his desk to watch him fidget, trying to conceal his arousal, the smell of her perfume inflaming him, and her stockinged legs brushing him, her silk blouse too? He knew she wore no bra. She was insatiable, a teasing, erotic slut. And he knew he could do nothing in this office full of people; his lover had total control.

 

But even Kitty didn’t believe just how far she’d gone. She loved to drive him crazy, play such erotic mind games with him, and make him so aroused and helpless. By lunchtime, she was so wet and so excited. She gasped softly, looking down at the chair she sat on. A faint trace of her arousal was on the seat she sat on as he looked over at her and saw the desire in her soft, sexy eyes. If he could, he would have fucked her right then, but he was helpless. He knew the time would come; Kitty knew that too, as again she adjusted herself at her desk, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her stockinged thigh.

 

A few minutes later, Kitty was alone in the toilet, the cubicle door closed. She sobbed softly as she hitched her skirt up and traced her fingers over her stocking tops and over her suspendered thighs. God, she was wet! For a moment she stared, stared at her soaking wet knickers, the black lace and silk fabric soaked with her juices, her sex becoming transparent, a wisp of pubic hair as she slipped her hands under the gusset and began to rub her clit softly, imagining him and what he’d do to her later, her lover’s awaiting erotic surprise.

 

She pushed back against the side of the cubicle, her heels scraping the wall as she imagined him fucking her, talking dirty to her, calling her the perfect slut, his cock inside her ravishing her, and taking her as she slipped her fingers inside herself. Instantly, her fingers found her clit, causing it to spasm. Her hips were gyrating as she fingered herself furiously, feeling the deep sensations buzz inside her. Again, she felt her erect clit react as she pinched her hard nipples through the silk of her blouse, imagining his hands and fingers touching her all over, his cock too being sucked by her red-painted mouth. On and on it went as she pulled off her knickers to free her most sensitive and special place, to let her run her fingers all over it, working it and touching it until she exploded in an intense, deep orgasm.

 

Panting so sluttily, Kitty smiled as she slipped on a pair of carnation-pink silk knickers—panties she always kept for little “accidents” like this—and adjusted her outfit. Reaching down and retrieving her wet silk knickers, she wadded them into a soft, silky ball. The best bit was yet to come!

 

Looking back later that afternoon, even she couldn’t believe her boldness and the sheer danger of what she had done. Oh, she felt horny—a teasing, erotic slut! Very assertively, she’d walked boldly to his desk, held out her hand, deposited her wet silk knickers on his PC, and looked so sexily into his eyes. She’d seen the arousal, his face reddening, and the beads of sweat above his transfixed eyes. Again, he was helpless as she strolled away. All part of this erotic game she played with him. She knew revenge would be sweet; soon the tables would turn, and Mistress would serve Master. Again, her sex had trembled as she looked back into his soft, excited eyes.

 

How could a man concentrate when a woman as stunning and beautiful as her had teased him all afternoon, teased him without mercy as he sat there at his desk trying to concentrate and apply his knowledge to the job in hand? He’d watched as she aroused him, fucking with his mind. That skirt that “accidentally” rode up to show him her stocking tops, her knickers, and even a glimpse of her pussy and her suspendered thighs. She pretended not to notice, but she knew for the moment she was in total control as she crossed her legs, exposed her vagina, and even pulled her knickers aside. Kitty knew this couldn’t go on forever; soon he’d react and come for her, and she yearned for that time. Oh God!

 

That was then; this is now. He had waited and bided his time. It was home time; the office was almost empty, but there were people around still. He caught her unawares and pulled her into the storage room, grabbing her, handling her, shutting the door behind them, and locking it as he pulled at her clothing as she began to gasp and cry.

 

Kitty moaned, feeling his hands lift her skirt assertively, pulling it upwards, his fingers hooking under her panty silk, exposing her cunt, her pubes so neat and arousing as he focused on her lips, her mons so sensitive to the touch. In an instant, he was unzipped, and his cock was so huge and so hard. She gasped as he pushed her back, back against the racking, her hips gyrating, her stockinged legs instinctively opening, spreading to take his hardness, to let her moistened slit take his firm, hard cock.

 

She felt his purple head touch her panty silk, his pre-cum trickling onto the fabric as she moaned loudly, again feeling his fingers on her cunt. For a moment, the wet pink silk resisted, then gave as he pushed against her pubic bone. Kitty cried out, feeling him pull her panties aside, his head rubbing her petals, rubbing up and down her soaked wet folds. He too groaned, feeling her arousal and the sensation of her sex and panty silk against the tip of his cock. “Do it!" she cried. Kitty bucked, feeling him enter her, one assertive thrust as he sank deeply into her, instantly finding her clit as she wrapped her body around him, impaling herself on his hard on as she gasped and cried. Slowly, he began to thrust into her deeply, his hands on her stockinged thighs. “Take me!" she cried.

 

Tightly, she wrapped herself around his body, her sex pulsating, the full length of his shaft deep inside her, filling her, stretching her, his head pounding her clit, her stockings and heels brushing his legs, his trousers around his ankles as his breathing deepened as he took his lover so erotically, so wild. Kitty gasped at the noise of her pussy, the noise of his cock as he ravished her, his dick deep inside her as he took his slut. He looked straight into her eyes.

 

Now he was kissing her passionately, her neck, her red-painted lips, his tongue rolling over her perfumed neck; he loved kissing her so much. He felt her react as he planted kiss after kiss on her neck and her soft skin, the frequency of his thrusts becoming deeper, more urgent, and so strong. Kitty moaned as he whispered to her what she did to him and how she turned him on so much.

 

Slowly, he began to French kiss her, their tongues enveloping each other, becoming one. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, he fucked her, holding her, touching her, kissing her, his cock throbbing deep inside her. He knew she was so close. He brought her to the brink, to the edge of her sanity; it took all his willpower not to come. Kitty moaned out as he slipped from within her, his cock soaked and glistening with her arousal. He smiled softly; he could see the disappointment in her eyes. He kissed her forehead passionately.

 

“Not yet, Kitty; soon,” he cried.

 

“Oh pleassssssssssssssse, oh God.” She focused on his hard-on, his huge, stiff cock.

 

Kitty gasped. The sheer desperation, the danger. She struggled helplessly as her lover, naked before her for a moment, eye-fucked her and ran his hands all over her beautiful body. Again, her sex tingled, and again, his cock was brushing her lips and mouth. "Ssssh," he cried. Slowly, he ran a finger over her red-painted lips to calm her and arouse her. He felt her body tremble as he began to unbutton her silk blouse.

 

Slowly, very slowly, his fingers were so delicate and soft upon her warm skin as he slowly released her beautiful, large breasts, so erotic to the touch. For a moment, he admired them, reaching out, touching them, stroking them slowly, and loving her cries and her reactions as he teased her so much. Kitty groaned as he unfastened the silk scarf from around her perfumed neck, unfurled it, and let the silk drape over her neck, down on to her nipples, so hard, so aroused. She was vocal and so turned on. His eyes darted, concerned; the voices were still out there; the room wasn’t locked.

 

Again, he looked up, caressing her breasts with his hands and cupping each one in turn. Kitty moaned erotically as he tied the scarf around her pretty face and over her mouth. He knew the gag—the handcuffs too—would only add to her sheer desperation, her helplessness, and her deep, deep arousal. For a moment, he looked up and stared at the handcuffs around the rack that held her wrists so tight, so helplessly. She was his hapless, beautiful slut. He looked straight into her beautiful, submissive eyes. Delicately, he’d tied the final silk scarf around her pretty eyes.

 

Kitty bit down on the silk, so helpless, so aroused. She felt his tongue making love to her, teasing her, touching her, and nuzzling her all over, feeling it on her breasts, her nipples, her neck, and her tummy too as he reached out, his hands on her suspendered thighs. Thrashing and mewing, she felt the helplessness and the desperation as his tongue bathed her as she fought her restraints so desperately, her eyes darting wildly under the blindfold, longing to see the man giving her so much pleasure, the man she adored so much. Again, she mewed and bit her teeth down on the wet silk. She felt his tongue all over, traveling down and over her belly button. She was so helpless to stop it; even if she had wanted to, she knew where it was going. She was such an erotic slut.

 

He was playing with her pussy, her beautiful wet sex; he gasped, tasting her beautiful honey, her arousal on the tip of his tongue, letting it swirl on her sensitive pubes, her lips, and her moans. Nuzzling her slowly, teasing her, using his fingers too, pushing his tongue inside her. Tightly, he gripped her, teased her stocking tops, and explored the black silk. Kitty moaned as she felt him reach round, teasing her bottom, her little anus, lubricating her little hole with her own arousal, and teasing it with the tip of his finger as he licked her sex furiously as she mewed and moaned.

 

She felt the electrifying sensation of his tongue tight against her clit, deep in her cunt; the sensations were so powerful that her whole body was helpless, thrashing and fighting as she gyrated and moaned. Her blindfold and gag only intensified the arousal deep inside her as she felt her orgasm approach, finally overwhelming her as she came so deeply, her sex exploding in sheer pleasure, every muscle contracting as her pussy spasmed as she came and came…

 

“Over the rack,” he cried.

 

Kitty squealed loudly. He didn’t care who heard them now. He wanted her so much; he was that turned on. The cuffs and blindfold now gone, Kitty gasped loudly as he pulled the gag down from her hot, panting mouth and positioned her naked but for her stockings and heels.

 

Kitty gripped the railing tightly and looked back, so aroused she made him. She focused on his hard dick. She wanted him inside her so much.

 

“FUCK ME,” she cried.

 

She swayed her hips, deliberately pushing her round ass upwards to expose her sex—the sex he’d fingered moments ago. She felt him reach out and touch her backside, her suspenders, and her stocking tops. He loved to do that; the way she dressed drove him crazy. He loved that so much. She spread her ass cheeks, feeling him push against her. She squealed as he pushed his hard on against her, she was soaking as he slipped inside her and began to thrust.

 

Instantly, Kitty bucked as he found her clit, his balls pushing against her as he began to fuck her, reaching around, cupping her breasts, and kissing the small of her neck as he began to thrust.

 

Assertively, he pulled her hair erotically, pulling her head back as she moaned wildly, calling her his beautiful, hot slut. Wildly, he fucked her. He fucked her furiously until she could take no more.

 

What a beautiful, sexy boss she was!