The Office Slave #2: The Boss (4 page)

Excitement thrummed through her.

"Come in."

She went inside and closed the door behind
her, then stood in front of his desk. "You sent for me, Sir."

Her insides quivered at the thought that she
would soon get to touch him. To feel his cock in her hand. To take
it in her mouth.

Then later, he would drive into her body and
make her scream in ecstasy.

"Yes." He leaned back in his chair. "I wanted
to say you did very well this morning. I was very pleased."

Tremors of delight rippled through her at his
praise.

"Thank you, Mr. Grant."

He nodded. "You deserve a reward. What would
you like?"

She licked her lips as she stared at his
strong, handsome face, then her gaze slipped to his hands resting
on the arms of his chair. Big, strong hands. He had stroked her
naked bottom with those hands. His fingers had grazed her slick
folds. Her vagina ached at the memory.

What did she want? Her intimate muscles
clenched as she thought about him pulling out his big cock,
slamming her against the wall and driving his shaft deep inside
her. He would hammer her hard against the wall again and again
until they both burst into blazing ecstasy.

But she wouldn't get to see that big cock of
his up close. To revel in its girth in her hands. To feel it in her
mouth.

"I have limited patience. What is your
request?"

"I… please, Sir, I would like to see your
cock."

He smiled. "That's it? Just see it?"

Oh, God, would he take her at her word and
only allow her a quick glimpse and no more?

"No, I want to touch it," she stammered. "To
take it in my mouth."

He tipped his head, waiting.

"And to make you come," she added
quickly.

Her heart leapt as he nodded, but then he
held up a finger, indicating that she should wait a moment, and
took out his phone. He tapped for a minute, then placed it back in
his pocket.

"I grant your request, but I don't promise
the latter."

She shivered with excitement as he stood up
and walked toward her. He cupped her breasts and she felt
lightheaded at finally feeling his hands on her. His thumbs brushed
her nipples and she sucked in a breath.

"Hey, boss, we're here."

Her head jerked around to see Granger and
Neil enter the office.

"Good. Strip down."

Granger grinned as he peeled away his
clothing in no time flat, Neil following suit beside him.
Excitement and confusion swirled inside her at the sight of their
long cocks, quickly swelling in size. She turned back to Mr. Grant
with a questioning glance.

"I am still granting your request, but with
an addition." He leaned back against his desk and waved his hand in
front of him. "Go ahead."

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, then
crouched down. Reverently, she stroked the fabric of his pants. A
bulge emerged under her touch, steadily growing. She reached for
the tab of his zipper and drew it down slowly, anticipation
building inside her.

How long would it be? How thick?

She stroked the fabric again, surprised at
how big the bulge had become so quickly. Eagerly, she slipped her
hand inside the zippered opening. Her fingertips brushed against
his underwear. The flesh underneath was hard as rock.

She found the opening in the thin cotton
fabric and… Oh, God, his cock was like hot steel wrapped in
kid-leather. She curled her fingers around it and drew it out,
revealing it slowly. His cockhead was the size of a small apricot,
and she could barely get her hand around the large shaft. She
wrapped both hands around it and stroked up and down.

"Wrap your lips around it," he ordered.

She leaned forward, butterflies flitting
through her stomach, but his hand cupped her cheek, blocking her
from her prize.

"Stand up first and bend at the waist."

At his command, she stood, then bent over,
her gaze locked on his pulsing cock. This time, he did not stop
her. Her lips touched the hot, smooth flesh and her insides melted.
She licked his tip, tasting a salty drop of precum. She stretched
her lips around him and took his cockhead in her mouth, nearly
swooning at the delicious sensation.

"How deep can you take it?" he asked.

Oh, God, it was so big. She didn't know. She
relaxed her throat and opened as wide as she could, then eased
forward. His cock glided down her throat, brushing the sides. She
ignored the need to gag and took him deeper. Then he drew back.

"Excellent." His fingers tangled in her loose
hair and he drew her forward again. As if gauging the depth she
could manage, he drew her deep onto his cock, then glided her back.
Then drew her deep again. After a few more strokes, he released
her.

"Now suck."

She squeezed his cock in her mouth and
swallowed, knowing that would cause a strong suction on his
cockhead. She was rewarded with a groan.

"Granger, do it now."

She had forgotten about the other two men,
but suddenly Granger stepped up behind her and drove his hard cock
into her wet slit. She gasped.

"Suck me."

At Mr. Grant's command, she began to suck
again. Granger pulled back and thrust forward again. Wild
sensations pulsed through her as the big cock thrust into her from
behind while her mouth pulsed around Mr. Grant's big cockhead. Her
whole body jarred forward and back with Granger's movements. Her
pleasure rose as he drove in and out, his shaft caressing her inner
passage with each stroke. She whimpered around the cockhead in her
mouth, knowing she was not pleasuring Mr. Grant the way she wanted
to because of the distraction.

Then Granger drove deep, driving Mr. Grant's
cock deeper into her mouth.

Mr. Grant moaned.

She beamed at his response, but Granger's
next thrust catapulted her over the edge. The big cock dropped from
her mouth as she moaned her release. Granger grunted as his hot
semen filled her. Still in the throes of passion, she grabbed Mr.
Grant's cock, gulped it back into her mouth, and began sucking
again. She alternated breathing out moans with sucking his hard
flesh.

His fingers coiled in her hair and he held
her still, his cockhead in her mouth. Her pleasure had faded to a
steady sense of euphoria as Granger slipped from her body. Then
Neil took his place and another big cock filled her, slowly this
time.

She gazed up at Mr. Grant, his cock jutting
from her lips. He smiled and nodded his approval, filling her with
delight.

Neil stood still for a moment, his cock fully
embedded in her and she sucked deeply on the flesh in her mouth.
She wanted to pleasure Mr. Grant, to hear him groan in release and
fill her mouth with his hot seed.

He stroked her scalp as Neil drew back, then
eased forward again, in an exquisitely slow thrust. Neil filled her
all the way again, then slowly drew back. She clenched around him
as his big cock stroked her insides, driving up her pleasure once
again. She stroked Mr. Grant's big cock with her hands, hoping to
bring him to climax before she got too distracted, but Neil picked
up speed, filling her faster and deeper. Soon he was ramming into
her at a breakneck pace and she could barely keep her mouth in
place. If it weren't for the hand cupping her head, the cockhead in
her mouth would slip free.

Her breathing accelerated at the increasing
thrusts and she could barely take in enough air. Mr. Grant drew her
head back, freeing her mouth.

"I want to see you come," he said. "And hear
your moans."

She gazed into his eyes and the pleasure
overcame her. She moaned, then the moan turned to a wail as Neil
kept driving her pleasure higher with each thrust. She exploded in
ecstasy, then Neil groaned and dropped forward, resting his head on
her back. Her cheek fell against the hot, hard abs in front of
her.

Neil drew away, leaving her vagina empty and
longing for the cock still in the grip of her hands. She shifted
and took Mr. Grant's cockhead in her mouth again. She sucked
deeply, stroking his shaft as she did.

She released him for a moment. "Please, Sir.
I want to make you come."

Mr. Grant chuckled. "Yes, I can see that." He
stroked her cheek and nodded with a smile.

She wrapped her lips around his hard flesh
again and glided deep, squeezing him in her throat, then she
swirled her tongue around the base of the corona.

"That's good."

To her satisfaction, his breathing sounded
labored. She squeezed his cockhead in her mouth, then began sucking
in earnest. With one hand, she found his balls and she cupped them,
then gently caressed, all the while sucking him hard.

"Oh, fuck."

He jerked forward, then hot liquid gushed
from his cock. More and more. Filling her mouth and throat. She
swallowed, then again as he continued to spurt.

When he finally relaxed in the chair, she
squeezed as she slid off him, then licked his tip before she moved
away, then smiled at him in satisfaction.

He stroked her cheek. "That was superb."

She beamed.

Then to her complete surprise, he tucked his
spent cock into his pants and zipped up.

He pushed himself to his feet and walked
around the desk again, then settled in his chair.

But she had been waiting all day to have his
big erection push into her. For him to fuck her hard against the
wall, or on the floor, or wherever the hell he wanted, as long as
he drove that cock into her.

"You have done very well, Sylvia, and we've
all enjoyed having you here."

"That's the truth," Granger echoed.

She glanced at Granger, then back to Mr.
Grant. "I don't understand. Are you saying the day is over?"

"That's right. Go gather your clothes and
we'll see you out."

She stood on shaky legs, not ready to leave
yet.

"But… I don't want to go yet."

"Why?" Mr. Grant asked.

"I… well… I want…" Hmm. Just how did she say
what she wanted.

He waited expectantly.

"I want you to…"

He raised an eyebrow.

Damn it!

"I want you to fuck me," she said
forcefully.

"You've already had four men fuck you
today."

"But they weren't you."

He shifted his focus behind her and signaled
for the other men to leave.

At that, they gathered their clothes and left
the office. As soon as they closed the door, she wanted to demand
he satisfy her, but she knew she'd already pushed harder than she
should, given her role as his submissive. Maybe another tactic
would work.

She put her hands on his desk and pushed
herself onto her knees on the desktop, then slid his laptop to one
side and crawled toward him. She sat on the edge facing him and
opened her legs. Wide.

"Please, Sir. I have been longing for your
big cock all day. I know I am not allowed to make requests, but I
beg of you, please let me feel your
enormous
cock slide into
me." Then she continued in a pleading tone. "Please drive that big,
rock-hard cock into me so hard, I scream."

He stood up and her heart leapt. Was he going
to do it?

But instead of unzipping his pants and
satisfying her need, he took her hand and placed it on his
crotch.

"Sweetheart, how do you expect me to do that
when you've satisfied me so thoroughly."

But the smile on his face told her he was
open to suggestions.

She stroked the fine wool fabric of his
pants, up and down, until she felt his cock swell. She didn't want
to chance being too forward and unzipping him, so she drew her hand
away and cupped her breasts.

"If you taste me here…" She lifted them,
stroking the hard nipples with her thumb. Then she glided one hand
down her stomach and between her spread legs. She stroked along her
glistening slit. "Or here…" She pressed her fingers inside. "Maybe
that would help."

"I'm sure it would. But I like watching
you."

She squeezed one breast again, and tugged on
the nipple, just like he'd instructed her to do that morning. Then
she slipped her fingers inside her opening and thrust them in and
out.

"Please, Mr. Grant. I need you so badly."

His eyes simmered with desire.

"How badly?" he murmured.

"So badly I would do anything to feel you
inside me."

She stood and pushed his chair back a little,
then knelt in front of him. She pressed her palms together and
interlaced her fingers, as if to beg, then rested her elbows on his
knees.

"Please, Sir." She allowed her joined hands
to drop forward to accidentally brush his cock beneath the fabric
of his pants. He was rock-hard.

"Stand up."

His abrupt command startled her and she
lurched to her feet. He pushed his chair further back, so she was
now a foot away from him.

"You want my cock inside you?"

She nodded, and her gaze dropped to the large
bulge in his pants.

He pressed his lips together while he
considered. Her insides ached with her longing for him. When he
stood up and walked away, her hope crashed down around her.

But then he walked to the leather couch
against one wall of the office and sat down. He unzipped his pants
and reached inside, then pulled out his huge cock. Her heart pumped
faster.

"All right."

Slowly, she walked toward him. Was he going
to throw her down on the couch and take her there?

But when she reached the couch, he continued
to sit.

"Well, here it is." He gestured to his
erection. "Help yourself."

"Oh."

Always in control, he was refusing to do
exactly as she wanted, but she wanted that big cock inside her
desperately. She stepped forward and arched her legs over his
knees, then knelt on the couch, his thighs between her legs. Now
they were face to face, him fully clothed, except for his
protruding cock, and her totally naked.