- Apr 11, 2021
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Amy jumped in her seat when she heard the crash, she put her hand to her chest and breathed deeply.
She smiled to herself, just a two minute call from his wife was enough to enrage him, tonight would be the night. She quickly scuttled over to the door, hoping her heels would not give away her eagerness on the wooden floor.
She leant forward and peered around the door as she opened it. He was sat at his desk with his head down looking at something in his hands. One half of the desk was completely clear and the contents were scattered across the floor. As she watched him she could feel her heart beating and her pussy moistening.
Seizing the opportunity she marched in, half way to his desk and presented herself proudly. Making herself as tall as possible she thrust her chest out, pulling her shoulders back to stretch her tight blouse across her ample breasts. Although she could not look to check, she was confident that the blouse had pulled tight enough to reveal small cracks of flesh and bra between the buttons.
“May I help Sir?”, she asked softly.
“Oh Amy,” he signed, “I’m sorry my stapler is jammed and I lost my temper, could yo...” he stopped mid sentence as he looked up. Amy had begun her assault on his defences.
“Yes Sir” Amy replied, her pussy tingling in anticipation.
She walked over to the side of his desk and began to slowly pick items up.
“The thingy is jammed in the..” her Boss muttered looking down at the stapler in his hands again, “Amy do you have a spare hair pin I could borrow?”
“Yes Sir” she replied quickly, she stood up and placed the items from the floor on his desk. She then reached around to the back of her head and began removing hair pins, carefully not to let her hair down until the right moment. Once again she overstretched, causing her blouse to push her breasts up forming a cleavage above her top button.
It was only a short wait before her Boss looked up “Would yo...” he began. Amy relinquished her grip and her hair cascaded down over her left shoulder and breast. She watched her Bosses gaze as it followed the hair down. She bit her bottom lip hoping his gaze would continue and it did, his eyes betrayed him as she felt his gaze exploring her chest.
“Sir?” she said, he blinked and looked up, she held out the hair clip smiling helpfully.
“Err yes of course..”, his mind was clearly beginning to wander as his defences crumbled, “I also seem to have lost the staples?”
“I’ll have a look Sir” Amy replied as she knelt down at the side of his desk. With knees and feet neatly together, she leant forward to look under the desk. They were easily within reach but this was another opportunity. She sat up slightly and tossed her hair to one side, she didn’t need to, she just wanted to catch his eye.
It worked, he looked over and she bent forward again reaching under the desk. Amy raised her bottom into the air arched her back, glancing up she could see her Boss staring at her behind. Her mind raced, she could feel her panties were now damp and her pussy was throbbing.
With the staples already in her grasp she gently rocked back and forth as if struggling to reach. She then quickly withdrew to catch her Boss with his gaze fixed firmly on her ass.
He started and moved back slightly, “Sorry Amy...” he began.
“You know I don’t mind Sir” she interrupted, “Here you go”. She placed the staples on his desk and turned away to continue collecting items off the floor.
As she gathered the remaining items her thoughts were in chaos, her pussy desperately in need of cock, her mind in need of the next move, if she didn’t act quickly his defences would be back in place.
Then she saw it, the red book, it didn’t live on his desk with the other items, its place was on the top shelf of the bookcase. She quickly took the remaining items over to his desk and returned to retrieve the red book. With her back to her Boss and holding the red book close to her tummy Amy took a deep breath and began the final attack.
A quick flick of the hair and a quiet cough to hopefully get his attention. She then began to ease her tight skirt up, as she wiggled her bottom to allow the skirt to slide over, she became aware of just how hot and wet her pussy was. Once her black lace stocking tops where fully exposed she stepped up onto the step.
Behind her she heard the all too familiar creak as her Boss left his chair, She reached up with the book and closed her eyes, willing him to approach. Unintentionally she let out a tiny gasp as she felt his fingertip touch the back of her thigh. She wiggled her feet as she slid her legs apart as much as the step would allow.
His hand slowly pushed between her thighs then stopped, she bit her bottom lip and waited as her heart pounded. His hand then began to ascend, slowly across the smooth sheer stocking, then over the lace top finally reaching bare flesh. She arched her back slightly, trying to offer him her pussy. His hand stopped and then withdrew.
“You know we can’t...” he began.
His defences were gone and Amy wasn’t about to fail now, she quickly turned around,
“I wouldn’t tell anybody” she said quietly as she stepped down in front of him, “I would be your little secret”.
She pressed her body against him and raised up onto her tip toes, he raised his chin away and closed his eyes “You could do anything you like to me” she whispered.
He breathed deeply to compose himself but her sweet perfume invaded his mind, he was beaten. Ensuring her large breasts were pressed against his body she began to squat before him with her legs open. Her warm soft breasts followed every contour of his body, finally coming to rest against his thighs.
She move back slightly and began to unfasten his belt. He clasped her hand to stop her, she pulled her hand free and moved his hand behind his back, there was no resistance in his arm and it remained where she left it. She smiled as she continued to undo his belt, it pulled free of his waist with ease. She rolled it up and placed it quietly on the floor, not wanting any unnecessary noise to break the spell.
Amy then pressed the side of her face against his crotch, she could feel the heat from his swollen member. She bit her lip hard, this was the moment, she was about to taste him.
She move back and released the button on his trousers, his zip opened half way under the strain. She hooked her red finger nails into the top of his underwear, the other hand on his hip to help steady her. She pulled down allowing his semi-hard cock drop out in front of her face, she could smell his musky scent.
Amy placed a hand on each hip and collected the end of his cock with her tongue. She could feel his body respond, his muscles tighten, but his arms remained inert. Opening her mouth wide, she moved her head forward allowing the head of his cock to slide along her tongue from the tip to the back. She then pressed her tongue upwards forcing her top teeth to rub along the top of his shaft as she drew her head back. She felt him flinch as her teeth rolled over the head of his cock.
Amy placed a hand on each of his buttocks and once again she opened her mouth and slid his cock along her tongue. By the time his cock had reached the back of her tongue he was fully erect. She continued forward allowing the head of his cock to press against the back of her throat. Her Boss let out a moan as she felt his buttocks tense up. She held him there for a moment and then slowly withdrew, this time closing her bright red lips around his shaft.
His penis bounced upwards as it left her warm wet lips, a single strand of saliva danced between the tip of his penis and her bottom lip.
She had been so engrossed in her work, it took her by surprise when she felt his fingers slide through her hair. She obediently placed her hands on the thighs and looked up. His gaze was fixed firmly on her mouth, she open her lips slightly and allowed her tongue to collect the string of saliva from her bottom lip.
She felt his fist close, pulling at her hair slightly. Using the fist of hair, gently but firmly, he pulled her upwards and towards him, guiding her now open mouth onto his shaft. They maintained eye contact as he pulled her all the way down. Amy closed her lips tightly around him, using her tongue to explore, probe and caress his penis. He began to fuck her mouth in a slow steady rhythm, stopping occasionally to let her regain her breath.
Though the current action had pushed it to the back of her mind, her pussy demanded action now. She couldn’t wait any longer, she closed her eyes and slowly moved a hand between her legs, hooking one finger into the side of her damp panties she pulled the material to one side. Instantly the cool air kissed her wet lips and a tingle raced sown her spine. Using a small circular motion she began to massage her swollen clit, instantly she felt on the edge of orgasm. She stopped and opened her eyes wide, almost in panic, to find her Boss staring back at her.
He stopped mid stroke and withdrew slowly, she kissed the head of his penis with a nimble lick to remove the strings of saliva, which she hungrily swallowed.
“Forgive me,” he said smiling, but she could tell from his tone that this wasn’t going to be anything bad, “From now, you are mine and I will always look after you”.
He released her hair and gently pulled her up with her arm. He then lifted her up and carried her over to his desk. He sat her on the edge and then cleared the rest of the desk. Priding herself on being able to read him like a book, Amy quickly shuffled out of her panties.
Her Boss then gently lay her back, he placed a hand on each knee and then slid them up her thighs sweeping her skirt up and out of his way and exposing her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. A one inch wide strip of trimmed pubic hair was all that remained, he had mentioned his preference once and she had overhead him.
“So you were listening?” he smiled and so did Amy.
He then placed a hand behind each of Amy’s knee and pushed them up and open, she could feel her lips peel apart. She then felt his breath on her pussy, heart pounding she willed him to taste her.
She smiled to herself, just a two minute call from his wife was enough to enrage him, tonight would be the night. She quickly scuttled over to the door, hoping her heels would not give away her eagerness on the wooden floor.
She leant forward and peered around the door as she opened it. He was sat at his desk with his head down looking at something in his hands. One half of the desk was completely clear and the contents were scattered across the floor. As she watched him she could feel her heart beating and her pussy moistening.
Seizing the opportunity she marched in, half way to his desk and presented herself proudly. Making herself as tall as possible she thrust her chest out, pulling her shoulders back to stretch her tight blouse across her ample breasts. Although she could not look to check, she was confident that the blouse had pulled tight enough to reveal small cracks of flesh and bra between the buttons.
“May I help Sir?”, she asked softly.
“Oh Amy,” he signed, “I’m sorry my stapler is jammed and I lost my temper, could yo...” he stopped mid sentence as he looked up. Amy had begun her assault on his defences.
“Yes Sir” Amy replied, her pussy tingling in anticipation.
She walked over to the side of his desk and began to slowly pick items up.
“The thingy is jammed in the..” her Boss muttered looking down at the stapler in his hands again, “Amy do you have a spare hair pin I could borrow?”
“Yes Sir” she replied quickly, she stood up and placed the items from the floor on his desk. She then reached around to the back of her head and began removing hair pins, carefully not to let her hair down until the right moment. Once again she overstretched, causing her blouse to push her breasts up forming a cleavage above her top button.
It was only a short wait before her Boss looked up “Would yo...” he began. Amy relinquished her grip and her hair cascaded down over her left shoulder and breast. She watched her Bosses gaze as it followed the hair down. She bit her bottom lip hoping his gaze would continue and it did, his eyes betrayed him as she felt his gaze exploring her chest.
“Sir?” she said, he blinked and looked up, she held out the hair clip smiling helpfully.
“Err yes of course..”, his mind was clearly beginning to wander as his defences crumbled, “I also seem to have lost the staples?”
“I’ll have a look Sir” Amy replied as she knelt down at the side of his desk. With knees and feet neatly together, she leant forward to look under the desk. They were easily within reach but this was another opportunity. She sat up slightly and tossed her hair to one side, she didn’t need to, she just wanted to catch his eye.
It worked, he looked over and she bent forward again reaching under the desk. Amy raised her bottom into the air arched her back, glancing up she could see her Boss staring at her behind. Her mind raced, she could feel her panties were now damp and her pussy was throbbing.
With the staples already in her grasp she gently rocked back and forth as if struggling to reach. She then quickly withdrew to catch her Boss with his gaze fixed firmly on her ass.
He started and moved back slightly, “Sorry Amy...” he began.
“You know I don’t mind Sir” she interrupted, “Here you go”. She placed the staples on his desk and turned away to continue collecting items off the floor.
As she gathered the remaining items her thoughts were in chaos, her pussy desperately in need of cock, her mind in need of the next move, if she didn’t act quickly his defences would be back in place.
Then she saw it, the red book, it didn’t live on his desk with the other items, its place was on the top shelf of the bookcase. She quickly took the remaining items over to his desk and returned to retrieve the red book. With her back to her Boss and holding the red book close to her tummy Amy took a deep breath and began the final attack.
A quick flick of the hair and a quiet cough to hopefully get his attention. She then began to ease her tight skirt up, as she wiggled her bottom to allow the skirt to slide over, she became aware of just how hot and wet her pussy was. Once her black lace stocking tops where fully exposed she stepped up onto the step.
Behind her she heard the all too familiar creak as her Boss left his chair, She reached up with the book and closed her eyes, willing him to approach. Unintentionally she let out a tiny gasp as she felt his fingertip touch the back of her thigh. She wiggled her feet as she slid her legs apart as much as the step would allow.
His hand slowly pushed between her thighs then stopped, she bit her bottom lip and waited as her heart pounded. His hand then began to ascend, slowly across the smooth sheer stocking, then over the lace top finally reaching bare flesh. She arched her back slightly, trying to offer him her pussy. His hand stopped and then withdrew.
“You know we can’t...” he began.
His defences were gone and Amy wasn’t about to fail now, she quickly turned around,
“I wouldn’t tell anybody” she said quietly as she stepped down in front of him, “I would be your little secret”.
She pressed her body against him and raised up onto her tip toes, he raised his chin away and closed his eyes “You could do anything you like to me” she whispered.
He breathed deeply to compose himself but her sweet perfume invaded his mind, he was beaten. Ensuring her large breasts were pressed against his body she began to squat before him with her legs open. Her warm soft breasts followed every contour of his body, finally coming to rest against his thighs.
She move back slightly and began to unfasten his belt. He clasped her hand to stop her, she pulled her hand free and moved his hand behind his back, there was no resistance in his arm and it remained where she left it. She smiled as she continued to undo his belt, it pulled free of his waist with ease. She rolled it up and placed it quietly on the floor, not wanting any unnecessary noise to break the spell.
Amy then pressed the side of her face against his crotch, she could feel the heat from his swollen member. She bit her lip hard, this was the moment, she was about to taste him.
She move back and released the button on his trousers, his zip opened half way under the strain. She hooked her red finger nails into the top of his underwear, the other hand on his hip to help steady her. She pulled down allowing his semi-hard cock drop out in front of her face, she could smell his musky scent.
Amy placed a hand on each hip and collected the end of his cock with her tongue. She could feel his body respond, his muscles tighten, but his arms remained inert. Opening her mouth wide, she moved her head forward allowing the head of his cock to slide along her tongue from the tip to the back. She then pressed her tongue upwards forcing her top teeth to rub along the top of his shaft as she drew her head back. She felt him flinch as her teeth rolled over the head of his cock.
Amy placed a hand on each of his buttocks and once again she opened her mouth and slid his cock along her tongue. By the time his cock had reached the back of her tongue he was fully erect. She continued forward allowing the head of his cock to press against the back of her throat. Her Boss let out a moan as she felt his buttocks tense up. She held him there for a moment and then slowly withdrew, this time closing her bright red lips around his shaft.
His penis bounced upwards as it left her warm wet lips, a single strand of saliva danced between the tip of his penis and her bottom lip.
She had been so engrossed in her work, it took her by surprise when she felt his fingers slide through her hair. She obediently placed her hands on the thighs and looked up. His gaze was fixed firmly on her mouth, she open her lips slightly and allowed her tongue to collect the string of saliva from her bottom lip.
She felt his fist close, pulling at her hair slightly. Using the fist of hair, gently but firmly, he pulled her upwards and towards him, guiding her now open mouth onto his shaft. They maintained eye contact as he pulled her all the way down. Amy closed her lips tightly around him, using her tongue to explore, probe and caress his penis. He began to fuck her mouth in a slow steady rhythm, stopping occasionally to let her regain her breath.
Though the current action had pushed it to the back of her mind, her pussy demanded action now. She couldn’t wait any longer, she closed her eyes and slowly moved a hand between her legs, hooking one finger into the side of her damp panties she pulled the material to one side. Instantly the cool air kissed her wet lips and a tingle raced sown her spine. Using a small circular motion she began to massage her swollen clit, instantly she felt on the edge of orgasm. She stopped and opened her eyes wide, almost in panic, to find her Boss staring back at her.
He stopped mid stroke and withdrew slowly, she kissed the head of his penis with a nimble lick to remove the strings of saliva, which she hungrily swallowed.
“Forgive me,” he said smiling, but she could tell from his tone that this wasn’t going to be anything bad, “From now, you are mine and I will always look after you”.
He released her hair and gently pulled her up with her arm. He then lifted her up and carried her over to his desk. He sat her on the edge and then cleared the rest of the desk. Priding herself on being able to read him like a book, Amy quickly shuffled out of her panties.
Her Boss then gently lay her back, he placed a hand on each knee and then slid them up her thighs sweeping her skirt up and out of his way and exposing her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip in anticipation. A one inch wide strip of trimmed pubic hair was all that remained, he had mentioned his preference once and she had overhead him.
“So you were listening?” he smiled and so did Amy.
He then placed a hand behind each of Amy’s knee and pushed them up and open, she could feel her lips peel apart. She then felt his breath on her pussy, heart pounding she willed him to taste her.