A Good Boss
This is a work of fiction, any similarities to real people is coincidental.
“So what’s going on James?” asks Cerys, “why has your performance dropped so much?”
I’m reluctant to answer as the reason is probably psychosomatic, my wife has walked out recently after a fight and I miss her. Her smile, her eyes and the sex, oh my god do I miss the sex. It may have been a while but she certainly know what she’s doing and know how to please her man. I shouldn’t have accused of cheating..
“Hey,” says Cerys snapping me out of my daydream, “talk to me, I’m here for you.” She puts her hand on my leg and I try to hide the fact that I like that a little too much.
Cerys is my boss. She’s kind, warm hearted and is willing to do anything to help you out. She’s also very attractive, about 5 ft, slim and an amazing arse. I’ve often had to stop myself staring when she bends down to get something, especially when she wears tight jeans.
“Things aren’t good at home,” I confess, “my wife and I had a fight, she’s staying with illegal bahis her sister and I miss her.”
“Ah bless,” she says in a soft tone, “I have to admit I did notice you not looking like your normal happy self. Guessing it’s been a while.”
“She walked out last week,” I reply
“No sweetie, I mean since you got laid.”
I’m shocked at how forward Cerys is in her questioning. Her hand is still on my thigh and she’s now looking me in the eyes. I’m getting hard but am still trying to hide it as I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.
“Um, ah…yeah I guess,” I stutter.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” She asks really emphasizing the word ‘anything.’
“You could try talking to her,” I reply, trying with difficulty to resist what I think are her advances.
“That seems difficult,” she says playfully, “you might even say…hard” and with that she grabs my crotch. I can’t hide hoe turned on I am right now from her any longer and I’m shocked at what’s happening.
“What are you..”
“I’m making sure my illegal bahis siteleri team performs,” she interrupts whilst rubbing my crotch, “and I want to make sure you’re on top of your game.”
She unzips my trousers before I can protest, pulls down my boxers and grabs my cock as it springs out. I’m still speechless as she starts to stroke my hard cock up and down. She then outs the too in her mouth and starts to suck. I sit there in the chair taking it, it’s been too long since my cock has been in a sexy woman’s mouth.
She bobs her head up and down before pulling my cock of her mouth and replacing them with my balls.
“Oh fuck me Cerys that’s amazing.”
“You want me to fuck you? Why didn’t you say so?” she replies and stops what she’s doing to stand up and undo her belt buckle and punk her tight jeans down. She’s wearing a tiny thong that rides up her gorgeous arse. She stands there slightly bent over displaying her arse to me invitingly. I don’t need to be told twice and so I stand up and take my boxers and trousers off from canlı bahis siteleri around my ankles and walk over. My cock is wet from precum and her saliva and is ready to feel her on me. I pull her tiny underwear to one side and slide my throbbing cock inside her wet pussy.
“Ooo,” she moans. She’s really tight and I’m edging in slowly
“Stop fucking about and just fuck me James,” she orders, “we don’t have all day.”
She’s right, we only have a few minutes before a meeting is due to be held in this room and we don’t want to be caught. I start to pump faster and I feel myself get close, she’s just taking it and although she likes it she knows she’s not going to cum, I’m using her.
“Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” I gasp.
“Go on then,” she says.
As I push in harder and faster I can feel myself getting close. I don’t hold back and I cum inside her, filling her with spunk.
“Oh wow,” I say breathlessly as she pulls her jeans back up.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she snaps, “get dressed and get back to work!”
I do as she says still recovering from exploding inside her confused to her quick mood whiplash.
“Oh and James,” she adds, “if you tell anyone about this you’re fired.”
“Don’t worry,” I reply, “I won’t tell anyone.”