Office Work

Sub-Genres: BDSM (mild)

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It wasn’t the first time I had walked in on my boss and his secretary, but it was the first time it had made me feel something other than annoyance and disgust.

It was a Friday afternoon and almost everyone had left for the day. I had only one more project left to do and after that I had a week-long vacation ahead and I planned to start celebrating that night by hitting the clubs and maybe finding me a playmate for the weekend.

It was 5:30 p.m. when I finally finished the project report and I hurried to Mr. DeMaggio’s office. I knocked once and then opened the door as I usually did. I groaned in annoyance seeing Sally, Mr. DeMaggio’s assistant, on her knees between his legs, gobbling down his hard cock.

Neither of them paused or even looked up when I burst in. DiMaggio was wilted in his chair, his eyes closed, obviously in the throes of ecstasy. Sally rolled her eyes to look at me, but didn’t pause. She closed her eyes once again and continued sucking on her employer’s rather impressive dick.

I closed the door behind me and crossed my arms, just staring at them, feeling quite annoyed. The last time I had caught them doing this they had at least had the decency to act embarrassed. This time, they obviously didn’t care. It was after hours, work was done and they were beginning their weekend frivolities.

I felt the warmth begin between my legs when DiMaggio moaned loudly, cumming in Sally’s mouth. She sucked harder and faster, swallowing his load. I felt fingers of excitement caressing my stomach and I knew I had to find a playmate tonight or my vibrator would run the chance of burning out before the night was over.

“Ah, Ms. Generro,” DiMaggio said, opening his eyes. Sally was now standing. She glanced at me, gave me a smile and a quick wink then walked out of the office with a noticeable bounce in her step. “I take it you have finished your report.” He was talking to me while redressing himself, sliding his dick back into his pants as if he exposed himself to all of his employees. Of course, for all I knew, he did.

“Yes, I have,” I said coldly, placing the thick report on his desk. “You know, it is extremely unprofessional for you and your assistant to be screwing around in the office in front of the other employees.”

“Ms. Generro, it’s the weekend and it has been a very long, difficult week. I needed to relax and Sally has made it quite clear that she is willing to help me in that area whenever I need it. My wife won’t even touch my cock anymore so I take it where I can get it.”

“I could sue you for sexual harassment.”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” he said, obviously not taking me seriously. “It might lead me to fire you for riding George Haskins on top of the mailroom table two months ago.”

I stared at him, my face blazing. How did he know about that?

“You do know that we have security cameras in every room, right?” he said, as if reading the query on my face.

“Oh you bastard,” I said heatedly, angry with him and myself. Office sex was a kink of mine – one I had tried to control since my first office job at the age of 18. The fact that I had never been successful and the fact that my asshole of an employer had the same kink made me furious.

“Now now. Language, Ms. Generro. You don’t want me to have to wash your mouth out, would you?”

I stared at him; frankly stunned at the double entendre and the grin he was giving me. I was also stunned at how wet I already was between my legs.

“There’s no reason to be angry with me,” he continued. “We both have the same affliction – we like fooling around at work. It’s no big deal as long as we understand each other.”

I felt the anger ebbing away, but the heat between my legs was not. “I suppose you’re right,” I said. “But still-“

“I won’t tell on you if you won’t tell on me. Hell, next time tell me when you’re going to corner someone in the mail room and I’ll be sure to record it so you can keep it as a souvenir.”

I had a scathing retort on my lips, but the thought of having a videotape of me bouncing in a man’s lap on top of mail supplies almost made me dizzy.

I glanced out the office door and saw Sally getting into the elevator. DiMaggio and I were now alone. I reached over and shut the door. When I looked back at DiMaggio, his eyebrows were raised but he said nothing.

“Do you have cameras in here?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

I reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. DiMaggio leaned forward and crossed his arms on his desk, watching me closely. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt, undid the last button then let it fall off my shoulders and onto the floor.

“Nice,” he said, gazing at my breasts which were held up by a white satin bra. “I’ve always been curious about how large your areolas are.”

I reached behind myself and undid the hooks. I pulled my bra off and sighed, feeling my breasts fall free. From the slow smile that spread across his face I could tell that he liked what he saw.

I reached up and grasped both of my breasts and squeezed them together, parting my lips to sigh once again.

My head was spinning with what I was doing. Sure, I had screwed around with a few of the men in the office, but never with a supervisor and prior to just a few minutes before, I had never desired DiMaggio.

He stood from his desk and moved to stand in from of me. He grasped my shoulders then ran both hands up to my neck. His hands were smooth and warm and I moaned as his fingers wrapped about my neck. He pulled me forward and I tilted my head.

He dominated my mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside with no subtlety, but all I could do was moan and suck on his questing muscle. I felt his hands clutching my neck and I wondered if Mr. DiMaggio had a masochistic streak in him.

I released my breasts and grasped his hips. I pressed my body against him and he moaned, still kissing me furiously. The fabric of his shirt and tie rubbed against me and I could feel my nipples go hard.

He finally released my throat, sliding his hands back down to my shoulders. He suddenly pushed down, quite hard, and I fell to my knees with a slight cry. His office had thick carpeting, which my knees were quite thankful for.

“Make my dick hard with your mouth,” he rasped. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me to stop before you explode from pleasure, but first, you have to get me hard.”

I reached up and undid his slacks and pulled them down. I stared at his limp cock, remembering that just five minutes ago Suzy Waterman’s mouth had been sucking this, but I didn’t care about that. It was mine now.

I reached up to grasp him, but he harshly slapped my hands away. “I said your mouth,” he growled. I looked up at him and deliberately moved my arms behind my back, grasping my own wrist to keep my arms back. “Yeah,” he rasped. “I wish I had some rope.”

I leaned forward, opening my mouth. He gasped harshly, obviously not expecting my first act to be sucking his balls into my mouth. I moved my tongue over them, sucking firmly, greedily. His still limp but twitching cock caressed my cheek. I released first one ball, then the other.

I moved further down and sucked his cock into my mouth. I moved slowly, bobbing on his dick. I moved my tongue all over him, coaxing it to come to life and it didn’t take very long. It was moments later that my mouth was full of his long, fat cock and I couldn’t stop moaning as I bobbed frantically on his rod.

“Whoah, slow down there,” he rasped, pushing me back. I gazed up at him, gasping, wanting desperately to dive back onto him but his hands were firm on my shoulders again, a bit painful. “Good job, Ms. Generro. I am now hard and needing a good, long fuck.”

“Fuck me,” I barely breathed. I could hear my blood pounding through my veins.

“Stand up, but keep your arms behind your back.”

I was in a skirt so standing while keeping my arms behind me was a little difficult, but he offered no help. He was rummaging in his desk. When I was finally standing, he moved behind me and I felt a real rope being tied about my wrists. My heart rate doubled, but so did the heat between my legs.

Still behind me, he undid the button of my skirt then the zipper. He pushed the skirt down and I stepped out of it. I was now naked except for my panties and my low-heeled shoes. I moved to kick off my shoes, but he said, “No. Leave them on.”

I stood, waiting, and heard him go to his knees behind me. I gasped, feeling his hands moving over my legs. He rubbed his face against my ass and I cried out when he suddenly bit at one cheek, gentle.

He stood again and pulled my panties down. I stepped out of them as well.

I stood still, listening to him undressing behind me. After just a few moments, he moved in front of me and I was delighted to see that he was now completely naked. “It’s time for your fucking,” he said.

“Yes sir,” I replied.

“Get on your knees again.”

I obeyed, again with difficulty as he offered no help, and seeing his hard cock bobbing in my face again, I leaned forward and licked his length. He grunted in appreciation, but stepped away. He moved behind me and kneeled. He grasped my hips and pressed against my back.

“Oh shit,” I whispered. “I’m about to fuck my boss.”

“No, I’m about to fuck you,” he growled. He pressed against my back and I soon found my face being pushed into the carpet as his cock began pressing into my wet cunt.

“Ah!” I cried. “Yes!”

“Silence,” he rasped. “You aren’t allowed to make any noise until you come.”

“Yes, sir.”

I gasped when he slapped the side of my ass. “I said silence!”

I bit my lip and held my tongue as he began thrusting. His left hand grasped my hip firmly while his right hand was on my back, holding me down. He was anything but gentle and he pumped into me at a frantic pace, breathing harshly. His thick cock sliced into me over and over with no pauses and it was agony holding in my cries of pleasure.

His right hand moved and a moan escaped my throat when he leaned over to press his back against me. His arms went about me and I gasped when he pulled me up so that I was on my knees. He commenced fucking me once again, moving both of his hands around my throat. I felt a finger of fear slide up my spine but the fat cock impaling me turned the fear into excited pleasure.

“Are you going to come?” he managed between soft grunts. I nodded. “Are you close?” I nodded once again. One of his hands left my throat and moved down between my legs. I gasped, feeling his fingers against my clit. He frigged me furiously and before I could even take another breath, I screamed my orgasm, feeling it hit me hard. The hand on my neck applied more pressure but that was because I was falling limp. He moved his right hand around me again, this time to grasp my breast, and the pressure on my neck lessened.

“I told you you would scream,” he whispered. “Now, I’m going to fill you with my cum. Ah god, here it comes. Yes, your pussy is so hot. Oh yes, keep squeezing me like that with your pussy. Uh uh uh!” He yelled harshly and I cried out again, feeling him release. He thrust several more times then fell back, sliding his cock out of me.

I rested back on my haunches, still gasping, and he collapsed on the floor next to me. I looked down at him and he grinned at me.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked.

He grasped my arm and pulled me roughly to the floor. He pressed against me, reaching around me. He kissed me just as forcefully as he done before and once again, all I could do was moan and suck on his tongue. I could feel him untying the loose knot holding the rope around my wrists and I was surprised at how disappointed I was that playtime was obviously over.

He broke our kiss and a wide smile spread across my face when he whispered, “Race you to the mailroom.”