Boss Hotdogged My Ass: The Sticky Office Thrill I Craved

I knew. Knew what that sleazy fuck wanted. Heart hammered as I gripped the door handle to his office. Second week as his assistant. Cold rage in his eyes always froze me. Vulgar prick thought he owned everything. Even pussy. But this salary? Killer. Pay off debt, save for school. I’d endure.

Push the door. ‘Enter.’ His voice sliced. Tailleur hugged my thighs, heels clicked, blouse strained over C-cups. Dressed sexy to dodge his sexist jabs. Now? Bait.

The Approach

‘Sit.’ Notebook out, legs crossed tight. Hide thighs. ‘No notes. Need your advice.’ Me? Flattered. Then dread. Fuck up, I’m out.

‘You’re pretty. Seductive. What’s your type?’ Rich, no wife, hunting a mature me. Legs squeezed. Where’s this going?

Bullshitted charm, complicity. Lame. He pushed: 40yo women want? ‘Charm, status, money. Makes her scream.’ Eyes locked. Nailed it.

Money count? Trap sprung. ‘Yes.’ ‘Monetize charms?’ Sweat beaded. ‘No!’ Prime offer: three months pay now. Passive collab.

‘Passive?’ ‘Advance. Lift skirt.’ Stood. Brain yelled slut, no. Body betrayed. Hypnotized. Fury mixed curiosity, shame. Pussy throbbed wet. Refused hot guys before. Superior smirks. Now? Reducing to whore. Adrenaline rush. Lifted hem. Showed resignation. Head down. His smile pierced.

No back. ‘Behind desk.’ Beside him. He rose, circled back. Silence thick. Cologne hit: sharp musk, invading nostrils. Body heat pressed. Hated him. Dripped harder. Wanted bent over, railed quick. End it.

Phone buzzed in purse. Boyfriend text? Ignored. Urgency burned. Days of his stares built this. Screens to skin thrill. No more wait.

‘Lift skirt.’ Stockings tops gleamed. Black panties hugged ass. Firm, round, perfect peach. Shame flooded. Obeyed.

‘Lower panties.’ Exposed. Cool air kissed cheeks. Vulnerable. Zipper rasped. Cock hot on skin. Expected slam. No.

The Explosion

Rubbed horizontal. Gland teased crack. Frustrated. Ass wiggled instinctive. Firm hand: ‘Still.’ Control mine gone.

The Explosion

Then, slid between cheeks. Vertical strokes. Gland grazed pussy lips, slick with juice. Up, down. No entry. Tease torture.

‘Dripping, slut?’ His whisper hot breath on neck. Dirty. Needed filling. Chatte ached empty. ‘Fuck me.’ Gasped. No response. Just glide.

Hotdog heaven. Used cheeks like fleshlight. Hard shaft split firm globes. Precum lubed. Wet slaps echoed. My moans betrayed.

Refused anal always. Boyfriend begged. Now? Craved it. This power flip. Office drone to toy.

Breaths ragged. His grunts animal. Pushed back. Balls slapped thighs. Tension coiled.

Burst. Cum erupted. Hot ropes painted crack. Flooded down, pooled pussy, trickled inner thighs. Sticky mess. Reeked sex.

Hands yanked panties up. Cum squished cold. Skirt dropped. Used. Discarded.

‘Thanks. Back to work. Prime later.’ Normal tone. Fucker.

La Disparition

Stunned. Salie. Walked rigid. Cum leaked, panties glued cunt. Door clicked shut. Colleagues clueless. Phone buzzed again. Boyfriend: ‘Good day?’

Desk. Sat gingerly. Wipe? No tissues. Felt it dry crusty. Shame burned. Aroused still. Nipples hard under blouse.

Stranger again. Professional mask on. But forever changed. Adrenaline high. Craved next hit. Boss’s cum souvenir.