The Office Slave #2: The Boss (3 page)

The other three men were stroking their naked
cocks while Mr. Grant sat watching.

Her gaze locked on Mr. Grant. Although he was
keeping his distance, she could see the heat simmering in his
eyes.

"Would you like me to make the others come,
too?" she asked.

"No, I want them hard and ready." The twinkle
in his eye made her hungry to know exactly what he had in mind.

"Mike, free her ankles, then bring her over
to the table."

Her breathing became shallow. Was Mr. Grant
finally going to touch her?

Mike released her ankles and hooked his
finger in her collar just as Mr. Grant had done, then guided her to
the table. He positioned her in front of Mr. Grant and she happily
endured his hot, hungry gaze gliding down her body. But he didn't
touch her.

"Move the chair and lean her over the
table."

Neil rolled the empty chair out of the way
and Mike pressed her to the table and, with a hand on her back,
bent her over until her naked breasts pressed against the tabletop.
Her nipples ached at the feel of the cool wood.

"Mike, Granger and Neil, I imagine you'd like
to drive your hard cocks into her hot pussy."

"Fuck, yeah," Granger said.

"Do it."

Her insides quivered at the thought. She
wanted to feel their hot, hard cocks inside her. All of them.

Neil stepped behind her first. Hard flesh
brushed her slick folds, as he guided his swollen cockhead to her
opening. She drew in a breath as he eased forward. Oh God, it felt
wonderful. He went deeper, his thick shaft gliding along her
sensitive inner passage. He filled her all the way, then drew
back.

"Oh, that feels so good." She arched her head
back and glanced around to watch him thrust forward again.

"Sweetheart, you have me so fucking hot, I'm
going to come in no time flat."

He drove deep again, then again. Her
breathing accelerated as pleasure swelled within her.

"Sylvia, Neil can come, but you may not."

"Oh, no," she moaned as the pleasure swelled
higher. But she sucked in air and pushed back the orgasm that was
quickly rising within her.

The big cock stroked inside her again and
again and she squeezed him, loving the sound of his labored
breathing. He thrust in short, hard strokes until finally he
groaned loudly and she could feel his seed spurting into her.

He slumped against her, his hand cupping the
side of her breast.

Then he stepped away.

Mike moved into position behind her and she
almost didn't want his big cock to slide into her, because she
wasn't sure she could hold off her orgasm this time. But he glided
in, filling her with hot, hard cock. She squeezed him, then was
sorry she had because it jolted her closer to the point of no
return. She was so close, she knew he could just stand still with
his big cock inside her and she could bring herself to orgasm just
by squeezing him again.

Mike drew back then glided deep again.
Slowly.

After three excruciatingly exquisite strokes,
Mr. Grant stopped him.

"Mike, I want you to fill her ass."

"My pleasure."

With his cock still filling her pussy, Mike
dipped one finger inside her, then a second. She moaned, desperate
to hold off the orgasm threatening to overwhelm her. Then his
fingers slid out and he stroked her back opening. She murmured as
he entered her tight canal with both slick fingers. He swirled and
stroked, then widened the fingers, stretching her. His cock glided
along her vagina as it slid out, then she felt his slick cockhead
against her back opening. She remembered how sexy it had been when
two of them had taken her last time and she longed to relive that
experience. She gazed at Mr. Grant, still sitting in the chair
beside where she stood, watching Mike as he slowly pressed his cock
forward to fill her ass.

Would Mr. Grant be the one to fill her pussy
while Mike fucked her ass? She yearned to see his cock, to stroke
it and wrap her lips around it.

She wanted him to fuck her so bad. To bring
her to a big, earth-shattering climax.

Mike's cock went deep, and she groaned. It
felt so good inside her.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and
drew her to a standing position, then he turned around, keeping his
cock embedded in her ass, and leaned against the table she'd just
been bent over. Granger stepped toward her with a hot gleam in his
eyes. She felt his hard cock against her pussy, then he drove deep,
his thick shaft stretching her mercilessly.

He drew back and then drove forward again.
Mike's cock, still filling her ass, glided back then forward. She
loved the feel of being sandwiched between their two hard
bodies.

The two men found a rhythm and were soon
fucking her with deep, hard strokes. Her insides quivered in
delight at the storm of erotic sensations. She gasped for air and
fought the onslaught of heightened pleasure.

"Oh, God, Sir. I'm so close. I…" She sucked
in a deep breath as the pleasure swelled uncontrollably. "I don't
think I can—"

Granger drove deep again.

She whimpered as an orgasm began to blossom.
"I…" She shuddered with the effort of fighting it back. "Just…"

Granger's cock drove deep again, followed by
Mike's.

She moaned as her control slipped.
"Can't."

They both drove deep again and she knew she
was going to lose it.

"Oh, God." She wailed, her whole body
trembling as pleasure exploded through her, catapulting her to
heaven. Bliss rippled through her in waves.

The two men continued thrusting into her,
driving her pleasure higher. Mike groaned, followed by Granger, and
hot liquid gushed inside her.

Her breathing calmed as she stood between the
two big bodies, still leaning back against Mike. Both cocks still
filled her, but had diminished in size.

The men still wore clothing and she longed to
feel their hot, muscular flesh against her.

Granger eased away, kissing the top of her
head before his cock slipped from inside her. Mike steadied her on
her feet, then stood up.

She glanced at Mr. Grant and he raised an
eyebrow.

"You disobeyed me."

"Yes, Mr. Grant." She bowed her head, to look
properly contrite. "I'm sorry, Sir."

He stood up and unfastened his belt, then
pulled it off.

"Lean over the table."

She eyed the leather belt in his hand as he
doubled it over, wondering if she should end things now. Tell him
this was going too far.

But she didn't want to. She wanted to see Mr.
Grant's big cock. She was sure it would be every bit as big as
Slade's. Maybe even bigger.

She wanted Mr. Grant to take out that big
cock of his and drive it deep inside her until she screamed in
pleasure. And he wouldn't do that if she wimped out now.

She leaned over the table. He placed the belt
against her ass, giving her time to get used to it, then he lifted
it and brought it down with a smack. It wasn't a hard slap, but it
stung. He swiped it down again and she yelped at the burning
pain.

He tossed the belt aside and grazed his
fingertips over her hot flesh in a light, soothing stroke.

Then he smacked her ass with his hand. It
smarted, but sent erotic sensations fluttering through her. He
smacked again, then stroked gently. Excitement skittered through
her as his hand glided downward and a finger lightly brushed her
slick folds. Without thinking, she arched her ass up, wanting
desperately for him to slide a finger inside her.

But he didn't. He backed away and told her to
stand.

"It's time for lunch," he proclaimed.

But she didn't want to eat lunch. She wanted
to eat
him
.

* * *

Slade took her hand and guided her from the
room, then led her back to his office. He handed her a man's white
shirt. She stared at it, surprised.

"I figured you might want to be comfortable
while you eat."

"Mr. Grant won't mind?" She pulled on the
shirt, which hung to mid-thigh on her, and fastened two of the
middle buttons.

Slade chuckled. "You're really into this,
aren't you?" He walked to a small bar fridge beside his credenza
and pulled out a brown paper bag, then set it on the small meeting
table at the other end of his office. "No, he won't mind."

She sat on the chair facing his desk and
kicked off her pumps, then stripped off her stockings. Next, she
reached inside the robe and unhooked the garter belt, then dropped
it on his desk.

Slade opened the bag and pulled out two
sandwiches. "I brought you some lunch." Then he grabbed two sodas
and opened them. She walked toward the table, but before she could
sit down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. His
lips claimed hers and she melted against him.

He was big and sexy and despite the crazy,
erotic fantasy he and the others had helped her bring to life last
time, of her being slave to four business partners, her time with
Slade had been almost romantic.

His tongue slipped into her mouth and he
explored, setting her hormones humming.

"Slade, what about lunch?" she asked
breathlessly when he released her lips.

"Oh, sorry. You must be hungry."

She laughed, then stroked over the bulge in
his pants with a grin. "You bet I am."

Then she sank down in front of him and
unzipped his pants, then reached in for his big, hard cock. He was
the biggest of the four partners and his thick, long cock throbbed
in her hand. She licked his tip, then swirled her tongue around
him.

"Mmm. That's what I want. A big, hot cock."
She swallowed his cockhead and sucked in a pulsing rhythm.

He groaned. "Fuck, at this rate, neither of
us will get any lunch."

She stood up and pulled open the shirt she
wore. "Who needs lunch?"

She grabbed his hand and backed up against
the wall, pulling him with her, then she pressed his hand to her
breast. He squeezed, heat simmering in his eyes.

"I have been dreaming about fucking you
again." He grabbed her wrists and forced them over her head,
pinning them to the wall with one hand. With the other, he stroked
her breasts, then down her belly. When his fingers found her slick
slit, she dropped her head against the wall and sighed.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and fast."

Her whole body tingled with need. "Yes,
please."

His hard flesh pressed against her, then he
drove in hard. Oh, God, she'd forgotten how good he felt inside
her. Even though she'd dreamed of him almost every night, no dream
could match the reality of his enormous cock driving into her.

She arched forward, moaning, her wrists
straining against his grip. His cock was incredibly deep inside
her, his exceptionally thick shaft stretching her wide. He glided
out, and she trembled at the erotic caress, then he drove in
again.

"Oh, God, Slade, make me come," she
pleaded.

He thrust again and she whimpered, her wrists
pushing against his grip.

"Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me."

Again and again he drove into her until she
was moaning in abandon.

"Baby. I am so fucking close," he murmured
against her ear. "Tell me you're going to come."

"Yes. I'm so close."

He thrust faster and faster, his big cock
hard and unrelenting. Pleasure swelled through her and her
breathing accelerated.

"Are you coming now?" he murmured against her
ear, his cock still driving into her.

Heat swamped her senses and she gasped at the
first wave of orgasm. She nodded, unable to utter a coherent word.
Then his cock erupted inside her, flinging her to a place of total
bliss. She moaned, long and loud.

Finally, she slumped against the wall. He
leaned against her, both of them gasping for air. Once they'd
caught their breath, his lips nuzzled her neck, then he eased
away.

"You, my sweet Sylvia, are addictive."

She smiled. "As are you."

* * *

Sylvia and Slade finally sat down and
enjoyed the sandwiches he'd provided and chatted over the sodas. It
was a little strange just sitting here eating lunch with him, as if
everything was normal. A few minutes later, Mike and Granger came
in, followed shortly by Neil. They all conversed like old friends.
She asked Slade about his motorcycle. The first time she'd seen him
he was climbing off that big machine and she'd wanted to change her
business partner fantasy to be a biker scenario, but her friend
Becca had laughed and told her it was too late, since Becca and her
boyfriend Cal had already arranged it for her. Sylvia had been
thrilled to see that Slade was actually one of the partners Cal had
set her up with.

She glanced around the table and knew she was
a very lucky woman to have experienced such an erotic, and
extremely pleasurable, fantasy with these four men. But even with
that and what had gone on with them this morning, she couldn't get
thoughts of Mr. Grant out of her mind. She wanted to see his hard
cock, she wanted to feel his hands on her. Memories of his hand
caressing her ass, then smacking her sent her blood simmering. Oh,
God, she longed for him to take total control of her, then to fuck
her. Hard and fast.

"Sylvia?"

"Hmm?" She realized Granger had been talking
to her.

"I said, did you enjoy this morning?"

She smiled. "Of course I did."

"Good," Mike said, staring at his cell phone.
"Because you're wanted in the boss' office."

She stood up and unbuttoned the shirt, then
dropped it from her shoulders, heedless of the four men watching
her. Then she opened the office door and stepped out, ready and
eager to succumb to Mr. Grant's will.

* * *

Sylvia knocked on the wooden door of Mr.
Grant's office. He was the only one of the partners who had not had
sex with her today. Surely, this was it. He was ready.