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My New Boss Ch. 01

By: DVS



This is the first chapter of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. 

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She was my new boss. Auburn hair tied up in a bun. Prim and proper business attire. A no nonsense business suit and heels was the norm. A pearl necklace was always around her neck. If you'd look up "stuck up bitch" in the dictionary, there'd be a picture of her. I think she had a nice figure in there somewhere, but it was very difficult to tell, and I didn't have the desire to know.

Her attitude was just as stuffy as her dress code. She ran the office with near military protocol. "Don't be late or pay the price. Do your job well, or you can be replaced." This was her mantra.

For some reason, she seemed to be on my case, from the start. The first day, she asked me "some people work better when mad, and some work better when happy. Which type are you?"

Well, I hope you can guess how I answered. But, the way she treated me after that, you wouldn't think she had believed me. In fact, from that day on, she didn't seem to find much I was doing right.

Now, don't get me wrong, here. I'm not the best worker. But, I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that she was trying to get me to quit. That's how bad it was. 

Soon, I really began to hate going to work. This was bad, because I don't like working a job I hate. I subscribe to the school of thought that if you hate your job, you won't live as long. The stress of going to a place where you aren't respected or appreciated can certainly take its toll. 

It's even worse when you have no other option but to continue subjecting yourself to it. The tension is high, and your nerves are on edge. You become a clock-watcher. You can't wait for the workday to end. This then, became my life. It looked to me that the new boss was out to get me, and not in a good way.

A couple of weeks ago, it looked like everything was coming to a head. I couldn't seem to do anything to satisfy her. My work was sub par, and getting worse. In staff meetings, some of my best stuff was used as how not to do it. Of course, my name wasn't used, but she and I knew.

After the meeting, she said our department was behind and overtime was necessary to bring it back up to speed. She mentioned several names, and mine was among them. I figured I should keep my mouth shut, because I was already in the doghouse. I decided to stay and work the overtime, without incident.

My job position was the last to get the work, as I was the finish man. I made everything look pretty, after the rough in work was done. The evening ran long. As each worker finished their work, they went home. At the end, everyone was gone, except for the boss and me.

I hadn't thought of that, when I agreed to work over. In fact, if I had thought about it, I might have decided differently. Being at work with this lady was bad enough. But, being alone in the office with her only a couple of flights above me, was very close to hell.

My work finished, I quickly cleaned up my area, in the hopes that I would get out and avoid a confrontation with her. I really didn't trust myself to be cordial, if she happened to criticize me, one on one.

Then, I heard a "ding" on my computer. That ding meant I had received an interoffice email. I checked, and I couldn't believe it. She wanted to see me before I left. Damn, if I had only left a few minutes sooner!

I delayed it as long as I could. On my way out, I rode the elevator up the two flights to the executive suites. Muzak was doing its best to chop up a Beatles tune. Just my luck. I love the Beatles, but that wasn't the Beatles.

The elevator doors opened, and the hallway was dark. Only every fourth ceiling light was working. The night system had kicked in. I walked down the hall to the reception area. Behind that was her office. I knocked on the closed door, and she told me to come in.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. But, when I walked in, I couldn't believe my eyes. My mouth dropped open in disbelief at what I saw. Standing there, in front of me was my new boss. But, she was stark naked. 

Her wrists were behind her back, and her ankles were tied together with white rope. And to top it all off, there was a red ball gag hanging around her neck, where those pearls used to be. It took me a while to catch my breath. There was a figure underneath all of that business attire. I stood there, speechless.

Finally, she said something. "I guess you're wondering what this is all about."

"Well, yeah, you could say that."

"I don't think you noticed, but when I first saw you, I liked what I saw. And, when I like something, I get it. That's the kind of woman I am."

"I don't understand. You're always on my case, from day one. Now, you're telling me you like me? What kind of stupid logic is that?"

"Well, I understand your confusion. Please let me explain."

"Please do. I can't wait to hear this."

She leaned back against her desk, and began to tell me the strangest story of a life where she loves to take risks for the thrill of it. She said life at the top was boring, and she started her risk taking for fun. As it turned out, she found she loved it, and these risks evolved. 

"So, you can see," she continued, "this has been a risk I've been taking with you, ever since the beginning. I've been difficult with you for a reason. It was all part of my plan."

"Plan? I'm really sorry, but you're still not making sense. Why are you standing there, naked?"

"Well, taking risks is sometimes an art. It starts out by taking a chance here or there, but it has become quite involved at times. This is one of those times."

"I'm still not getting..."

"Please, just shut up and listen to me!"

Ah, there was that attitude. Looking at her like that, I'd almost forgotten who she was. She was quite lovely, actually. I was impressed with her body, at least.

"I've taken chances for years, now. My position has allowed me to go as far as my imagination will allow. This time, I've taken a chance to fulfill a desire I've had for a long time. I'm sure you know I've not been completely fair with you. Actually, I've done my best to piss you off, at times. Have I succeeded?"

"Oh, yes, I think that's safe to say."

"Good. Now, we come to why I'm standing here, naked and bound in front of you. Like I said, I take risks. These risks are for thrills. Over the years, I've gone to a great deal of trouble just for the thrill of it. This is one of those times. I've always had the desire to be alone in my office, and be confronted with a male employee that I've made angry."

I listened as she continued this strange tale. My mouth was still hanging open, and as dry as a bone. I was truly astounded at what I was hearing.

"Like I said, when I first saw you, I knew you were the one I thought could make this happen. So, I began the task of telling you everything you did was less than sufficient. All of your work was lacking and your attitude was poor. I went out of my way to piss you off. Did I succeed in this?"

"Wait a minute, here. You're telling me you did all of this on purpose, just to piss me off? All of the time, I thought I was really close to being fired and it was all a joke for you...for thrills?"

"Well, yes, in a way, but not without reason."

"Shit, woman, what could be the reason you'd want to act that way? It doesn't make sense, to me. I've been so pissed at you, I couldn't think straight. Now, hearing this, it's even worse, if that's at all possible."

"Good. That's just the way I wanted you to feel."

"Huh? I'm lost. Yes, you've really succeeded in pissing me off. But, what does that have to do with you standing here, naked. Do you expect me to make love to you, after the way you've treated me? Don't count on that happening."

"No, I don't want you to make love to me. Not at all. I've tried to piss you off for a very good reason. And, I had your department stay late for that same reason. I knew you would be the last to leave, so I waited for the right time. First, I removed my clothes. Then, I sat on my desk and tied my ankles together. I put the ball gag around my neck, and then got these handcuffs around my wrists. Now, I'm completely at your mercy. We're alone in this office, and you are pissed off at me."

Sorry lady. I still don't know what you're talking about."

You idiot! What are you? Dense? The scenario goes like this...You take advantage of the late hours, break into my office and overpower me. You strip me naked, and render me helpless with strict bondage. Then, you tell me I'm about to pay for being such a bitch to you. You say it's time I learned the proper way to treat my employees, and you know just the way to teach me."

"Oh, now I'm getting the idea. You like the thrill of being out of control and in the control of another. You've even taken the time to set up the situation so I'm eager to be mean to you. You want me to give you some of your own medicine. Am I catching on?"

"Yes, you are. Finally! I was beginning to wonder about you."

"Hey, there. You're not in much of a position to be talking to me like that."

"Oh, now that's better. What are you going to do about my attitude? Are you going to teach me a lesson? You know I shouldn't be telling you this, but I'm an anal virgin. And, I couldn't stop you if you wanted to bend me over my desk right now and teach me a thing or two. I've left some lubricant in my desk drawer, but I can't even force you to use it. And, the gag is in case I get too loud, or plead for you to stop. I'm completely at your mercy. Now, just how angry are you? Are you going to show me?"

"You know, I don't really like the way you've been treating me. I also don't like it that I've been a part of your little thrill seeking adventure. And, now you want me to bend you over and fuck that tight little ass of yours? It seems to me that everything is for your enjoyment. I think I should get something out of this."

"You are getting something out of this, you dolt! Look at me! Don't you even like what you see? I'm naked and unable to resist you. You can take me however you wish, and I couldn't begin to stop you. I'm literally your fuck toy for the taking. Doesn't that excite you?"

"Yes, but you benefit from all of that, too. I want something you aren't offering me. I think you should have to pay for your pleasure. Offering me your body seems to be way too easy for you. I want to hear more about how I benefit from this."

"Damn it, I thought you were a man! Any other red-blooded male would jump at the chance you have before you. But, you want to negotiate a better deal? You'd better get over here and fuck me, or you're fired!"

I knew I had her just where I wanted her, so I was going to play with her, a little. After all, what was she going to do about it? When she told me to fuck her or I was fired, I decided to show her exactly who was in charge. I walked right up to her and bent her back and over her desk. My feet were in front of hers, and she was lying on her cuffed hands.

I had her pinned and she couldn't move. Her clit and pussy were both exposed to my touch. Her tits were heaving with each breath she took. With my right hand on her neck, I held her there, while I moved my left hand down between her legs. I watched her face, as my hand slowly made its way down her body.

Her lips were quivering. She tried to look down at what I was doing, but she couldn't see. She tried to wiggle away from me, but she was there to stay, until I decided to let her up.

Soon, my fingers found her clit. If I hadn't known it myself, her squeal would have told me. My touch was like an electric shock to her. She whimpered and wiggled under my fingers. 

I stuck my finger inside her pussy, and she gasped out loud. Soon, she was nearly crying for me to fuck her. It was amazing. She was one horny woman. Her need was obvious. She knew it, and now she knew I knew it. She had a fire burning inside her that needed to be put out.

I looked down at her and smiled. Her expression had completely changed in a matter of seconds. She had changed from a demanding bitch to a whimpering little slut. I decided to take my time and see just how far she would go. "So, are you in the mood to talk, now, or are you still planning to fire me?"

"Well, no. It seems you may uh, be...I mean you have me in a, under your uh..."

"So, where's the demanding bitch, now? Where's the mean boss lady who's gonna fire me, now?"

"I think I've changed my mind. I, um, no, I don't think I'll have to do that, now."

I shoved my finger into her pussy, then pulled it out, roughly rubbing it over her clit, in the process. You won't have to fire me, now? Is that really the way you want to say that?"

She squealed and wiggled under my probing finger. She took a deep breath. "I don't know what you mean."

"What I mean is, look at your position. Look at mine. When you say you won't have to fire me, isn't that coming from the demanding boss side of you? Are you in a position to be demanding anything, now?"

"No, I guess I'm not."

"Aren't you more in a wanting position, now?"

"Yes."

"And, you want it bad, don't you."

She quickly nodded her head. "Oh, yeah."

"Then, wouldn't it be more correct for you to say you don't want to fire me, now?"

"Yes. I mean NO! I don't want to fire you, now. NO!"

"There, that's more like it. Now you're learning."

I changed my position to be right on top of her. The crotch of my jeans was rubbing against her hungry pussy. She was humping against me and whimpering softly. 

My hands were on either side of her body, and I stared into her eyes. She was melting fast, but I was far from done with her. It was time for negotiations to begin. I watched as she lay there, writhing under me. She whimpered her need, wiggling her crotch against mine. Her nipples stood at attention, hard buds revealing the desire within her. Her eyes were glazing over, the thoughts behind them were so filled with lust.

"I see a woman in desperate need, beneath me. You are in pain with desire, aren't you?"

With a guilty look on her face, she bit her lower lip and nodded her head.

Of course, I wasn't going to let her get away with just a nod. I wanted to hear her say it out loud. This had become my party, and in her own words, she's the toy. But, at my parties, the toy is always made sure of her place. "Don't just nod your head at me, slut. I asked you a question, and you will give me an answer. I said, you are in pain with desire, aren't you?"

She tried to calm her breathing, then whispered her answer. "Yes."

"And, what do you see in my eyes?"

It was obvious that she found it difficult to answer this. Her face went through several expressions as she thought it out. Finally, she settled on an answer. She swallowed to clear her throat. "Desire?"

"Oh, but you leave out the most important part of my desire. Make no mistake of my position. What is my position?"

"You're on top of me."

"I don't mean just physically! I mean in everything you are experiencing right this very minute. Physically, emotionally and sexually, what is your position?"

"I want to be used. I'm naked and bound, and I want to be used."

"Yes, but because you are naked and bound, what does that make you?"

"I don't know what you're looking for. Captive?"

"Yes, exactly. And, because you are a naked captive, what does that make me?"

There were no sounds apart from our breathing as she thought for a minute on her answer. Then, as she was searching for what to say, her eyes lit up, when it just came to her, "In charge?"

"You're catching on. And, because you are the naked captive, and I'm in charge, that makes you my naked captive. And, as my naked captive, every feeling you experience will come from me. Every emotion that flows through you will be because of my touch and my control. You have no say in what happens to you, from this point on. You will submit to anything I want. Do you understand?"

Her eyes were now wide with expression. But, her lips were pressed together tightly, as she slowly nodded her head in consent.

Again, I had to force the words out of her. "No, you must answer me. I want to hear it from your own lips. I want to be sure you understand what is happening here and know it is of your own making. I want to hear you say this is happening because you desire it. I want to hear you tell me I'm in charge of you, body and soul, until I say otherwise. I want to hear you say what your position is, and what mine is. Understand?"

She quickly nodded her head, as she blurted out her answer. "Yes, I understand."

"Good. I'm waiting for your answer."

To help her with her words, I pinched her hard nipples, then moved my hand down to that hot little crotch of hers, and pinched her clit. She jerked and moaned at my touch. She arched her back, trying to aim my hand where she wanted it. But, I took my hand away. She wasn't in control, I was. "I'm still waiting."

She gulped and cleared her throat and began to form her words. "I'm naked and bound, because I want to be. I lured you into this, by making you mad at me, pissing you off. I did this so you would fuck my ass, and do it with that same anger." 

She hesitated, then continued on. "I desire this to happen. I'm your naked captive. I'm your victim and you're in charge. Everything I feel from this point on will be because of you. You are in control of me, body and sole."

"Very good. You know your place. Now, we can begin."

That got a moan from her. She whimpered as she twisted and turned under me. She was more than ready to begin.

Before I let her up, I thought I would torment her a little more. Why not, right? And, it would also help keep her attention where I wanted it, during the rest of the night. 

I raised up off her, but put my right hand back at her neck to keep her there. Then, I shoved my left hand between her bound legs, and pried them open. She was quick to allow my hand to go where it wanted. I pushed my index finger into her pussy and used the flat of my thumb on her clit. Keeping my hand in this position, I made little circles on her clit. My index finger was swirling inside her sopping pussy at the same time. 

She moaned loudly, when I started this, so I couldn't continue for long. I didn't want her attempting to cum so early in my evening of fun. She would be much more eager to please, if she thought I was going to allow her to cum.

I took my cum drenched finger and wiggled it at the opening to her ass. She wiggled her ass and squealed her appreciation, so I didn't continue. I just wanted to see how she would react when touched there. She was sure gonna be fun.

I looked at her pussy and how her hair was shaped in an inverted triangle. It looked nice, but I didn't tell her that. She was there to serve me, not the other way around. I pulled on a few strands of hair to make her jump. She yelped each time, and questioned me as to why I was doing that.

"Have you forgotten your position? You aren't in charge, I am. You are my play toy, remember? I can do what ever I want with you."

"Yes, I remember."

"I do think this pussy should be shaven. That's something I might do, tonight."

"What? You can't do that! I won't let...oh..."

"What was that? You won't let me?"

I leaned down close to her and whispered into her ear. "You know, if you can't remember your position, I have ways to help you remember. If you doubt me, just continue with another little outburst like that one."

"But, my pussy hair...shaven off? I'd feel so naked and exposed."

"And, there is a problem with that? You aren't in any position to argue, I don't think."

I slapped her pussy with my hand, several times. She jerked and cried out with each well placed slap. I told her "that's just a taste for you. Don't forget it."


My New Boss Ch. 01



This is my first submission. The story I have in mind will take more of a BDSM/Romance turn eventually, but this is mostly build-up and story line. Not much sex in Ch. 1. Sorry! 

If you're looking for a fast story, this isn't it. 

Opinions are welcome. 

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It was half past 4 on a gray, dreary Seattle afternoon. Very typical for this time of year. I was sitting in the conference room, waiting for our new boss to be introduced before the end of the work week. He was set to take over on Monday and HR insisted the introductions be made beforehand. 

I sat in the conference room, tapping my pen slowly on the table, waiting patiently along with my fellow colleagues. It was Friday, so most everyone had plans and were busy tapping away on their phones, eager to get their weekends started. 

Me? I would bury myself in work if they'd let me. Anything to drown out the pain of my recent breakup. 

I let out a long mental sigh...

Evan. Tall, model good looks, successful. God's gift to women, so it would seem. But after nearly a year of dating, he developed a wandering eye. I tried to rationalize, I tried to work things out, but eventually it all came crashing down around me. My trust had been destroyed, along with my self esteem. 

Living at the office was the perfect distraction for heartache. 

I was 26 and working as an Administrative Assistant at a large web design company in Seattle. Our current boss was retiring and our new boss, whom I would work for directly, was set to arrive at any moment. There had been a buzz in the break room that our new boss was a real playboy. 'Great' I thought to myself 'I'll be booking private hotel rooms for this guy and his laundry list of lunchtime hookups.' 

Needless to say, I was not all that thrilled to be losing my sweet, loving boss of 4 years, Mr. Howard. He treated me like his daughter. I even ended up at his home with his family for Christmas one year when a terrible snowstorm prevented me from flying home to Oklahoma. Knowing that a new man was about to take his place felt like betrayal. Silly, but that's what it felt like. 

I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard Mr. Howard clear his throat. 

"Ok, everybody. Thanks for hanging around. I'd like to introduce Paul Taylor. He will be taking my chair on Monday, so I want everyone to make him feel welcome. Paul?"

Mr. Howard ushered Paul Taylor into the room. I wasn't prepared for how handsome he was. Tall, but not too tall. Dark hair with just enough gray to make him look distinguished. Warm skin and an even warmer smile. The kind of smile that made you think that he might just know a secret about you. He wore a casual navy suit, crisp white shirt, no tie. Business casual, at it's finest. And boy, did he look fine. 

'Careful Brooke' I warned myself. 'This is your boss. Be professional. He has no loyalty to you and can replace you in a heartbeat.'

I squared my shoulders and watched as he made his way around to the other employees, introducing himself. I could see the female employees shooting looks at one another. Looks that said, "Holy shit. We get to work for him?!!" Almost every woman, and a couple men, in the room had a look of lust on their face as Paul Taylor walked by. At least I wasn't alone in my sudden rush of hormones. 

Paul was nearing my end of the table, shaking hands and making small talk along the way. He stepped up to me and I caught a whiff of his cologne. That alone nearly made me wet, let alone that smile that he gave me. 

"Paul Taylor. And you must be Brooke. Mr. Howard has said nothing but wonderful things about you." he said. 

I cleared my throat. "Yes, Brooke. Brooke Kelley. It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir." 

He blinked a couple of times, then a slow smile spread across his face. 

"Well, Brooke Kelley. Mr. Howard has explained to me that I will not find a better assistant in the tri-state area, and that I should take special care of you so that you don't slip through my fingers. Is this true?"

I glanced at Mr. Howard, then back at Paul. 

"I do my best, Mr. Taylor. I did for Mr. Howard and I intend to do the same for you."

He put his heavy hand on my shoulder and squeezed. 

"I look forward to it, Ms. Kelley. I will see you bright and early on Monday."

"Yes, Sir."

That same slow smile crossed his face, along with a quick wink then he was headed back to the front of the room with Mr. Howard. Everyone started to gather their things to leave for the day. I was trying to catch my breath, which I just realized that I'd been holding since Paul left my side. People were filing out, heading to their desks to get their belongings, running to catch the elevator. I was the last to leave the room, when I heard a soft, 

"Ms. Kelley? Could I speak to you for a moment, please?" 

"Absolutely." 

"Brooke, I'd like to take you to lunch on Monday. Kind of a getting-to-know-you thing. We will be spending plenty of time together, and you will be my right arm around here, and I feel like we should really start off on the right note. So, what do you say? 

I stood, staring at this beautiful man when for the first time, in a long time, I realized that I was getting aroused. Just by the sound of this man's voice. His words, his smile, his deep voice...he was seducing my senses one by one, and he didn't even realize it. I could feel muscles deep in my pussy start to clench, just staring at his broad shoulders and soft lips. Oh...I bet those are the kind of lips that you can sink into. The kind of lips that would feel amazing on my......

"Brooke? Are you alright?" He looked down at me to get me to make eye contact and smiled softly.

"Yes!" I said shaking myself out of my lust-fueled fog. "I'm sorry...yes. Lunch on Monday would be wonderful, Mr. Taylor."

"Ok. Sounds good. Have a great weekend and I'll see you Monday, then."

"Same to you, Sir."

I turned and walked back to my desk, keenly aware of how wet I was starting to feel. I grabbed my purse, my jacket and my appointment book. Our conversation made me the last one to leave for the day. I stood, waiting on the elevator when I sensed him behind me. I turned and smiled. 

"Not staying late, Mr. Taylor?"

"No...I figure I should get out and enjoy my final weekend before the work starts piling up. What are your plans for the night, Brooke?

"Oh, I have a big night ahead of me. Preparing your schedule for the week, laundry....maybe even a glass of wine if I'm feeling wild." I joked.

He laughed. "Laundry? On a Friday night? What are you...25? Shouldn't you be out enjoying your free time?" 

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in together. He pressed the ground floor button. The doors hissed quietly as they closed.

"I'm not much of a going-out kind of person. I'd rather have a quiet night in, to be honest."

"Ahh. Me too."

"Really? I heard that you had quite the reputation." Why did I just say that?!

"Right. Well....going out definitely has it's appeal. But, when you find the right person to stay in with, well, there's nothing better." He looked over at me with one eyebrow slightly raised and shrugged. "So, do you have someone special to stay at home with?" 

Part of me was surprised that it only took this long for us to start discussing our personal lives, and in the back of my mind, I was screaming at myself to remain composed and professional. But, that smile...it made the words fall out of my mouth.

"No. No one special. Relationships haven't been kind to me."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Brooke. Just remember that not all men are assholes"

The elevator doors slide open and we step out. He leaned down to me and almost whispered,

"Sometimes, the right man will be right beside you and you don't even realize it."

My breath hitched. My attraction to him was undeniable, but never would I think that he could be interested in me. He's mid-40's. Distinguished. Handsome. Me? I'm mid-20's. Broke from student loans and emotionally damaged. 

I stood there, trying to convince myself that this whole flirtation was in my head. I MUST be misreading his signals. 

I looked up at him through my long lashes. 

He just looked down and said simply, "I'll see you on Monday, Brooke." Then he turned and walked towards the parking garage. I stood still, trying to gather my thoughts. As I slowly walked towards the street entrance, I could feel that nagging, empty feeling deep inside of me. The feeling that can only be satisfied by a man. I only met him 20 minutes ago, and already I'm imagining what it would be like to be underneath Paul Taylor. What it would feel like to have him tease my body into a frenzy. What it would be like to have his weight on top of me, pressing into me. 

I had to literally shake my head to clear my thoughts. I stepped out onto the damp, Seattle sidewalk and walked the 10 blocks back to my apartment. The entire time, trying to push thoughts of Paul out of my head. 

Monday morning finally came around and I was greeted by sunshine in my window and a chirping alarm clock at 6:45 am. I don't have to be at work until 8am, but I usually like to drink some coffee and enjoy my morning in my quiet, modest apartment. 

Today however? I woke up with nothing on my mind except Paul Taylor. I thought about how his dress pants rode low on his hips. I thought about that small patch of soft chest hair that I saw at the top of his unbuttoned collar. I though about how his breath felt on my neck as he leaned down and talked softly into my ear. 

Without even realizing it, I found my hand rubbing slow circles on my stomach. My eyes were closed as I imagined Paul crawling up my body, kissing his way from my ankles...to my thighs...to my pussy. 

My hands were slowly sliding underneath my white panties. I pulled them down, just above my knees. I let my hands slide down my hips and over my soft inner thighs. I rubbed back and forth over my thighs, awakening my nerves and flooding my body with a surge of hormones. 

Oh, what would it feel like if it were Paul's hands on me? His hands. Rough. Big. Rubbing my thighs until juice started to leak from my pussy? Teasing me. Almost touching my soft, outer lips, but not quite? Enough to drive me wild?

I let my thoughts and fantasies drag me away from reality for the first time in months. I slowly took my fingers and dragged them across my clit. 

"MMMMmmmm....Ohhh." I moaned softly. 

I started rubbing my middle and ring fingers around my clit faster, desperately trying to imagine that it was my new boss causing this stirring inside of me. 

I planted my feet on my bed and lifted by hips. I rubbed faster, bringing my left hand up under my tshirt. I squeezed my, now erect, nipple tightly. It sent jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. As I was working myself up to orgasm, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across my room. The sight of myself with one hand frantically working my clit, my hard nipples under my shirt, the look of pure lust on my face, is what sent me over the edge. I could feel my muscles clench, my soaking pussy started to quiver. I was pushed into one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever given myself. 

"Oh. Wow." I mumbled as I came down from my high. 

No man had ever been able to give me an orgasm nearly as powerful as I could give myself...but even that just topped the list of best self-produced orgasms I'd ever had. It took me a couple minutes to calm my breathing. I pulled my hand away from my pussy and it was covered in my wetness. I stood up and stretched. 

Not a bad way to start a Monday. 

I made my way to my shower and stepped in. I let the warm torrent of water flow over my face and down my body. I could feel it dripping heavily over my still erect nipples. I grabbed the body wash and lathered up. 

As I washed, I did what most women do. I critiqued myself. Especially since Evan stepped out on me, I had become very self critical. After all...he wouldn't have cheated if he had been happy with me, right? At least, that's what I told myself. It would take me years to realize that he would have cheated no matter what. Some people just do and don't see the harm in it. 

Deep down, I knew that I was a catch. I worked out regularly and had the body to show for it. Toned in all the right places, soft in the right places. A butt that might be just a little too big, and my breasts were also large, but thankfully gravity had been kind to me. They stood proudly, with perky brown nipples that were insanely sensitive. I'd almost come before, just having them played with, but had never quite been able to make it happen. 

'Someday...' I thought to myself. 

I finished washing my hair and stepped out. While drying off, I could feel the cool air hit my pussy and that same empty feeling that I had on Friday filled me again. I just had an incredible orgasm. How could I still feel dissatisfied? In the back of my mind, I thought about Paul again. I could not get this man out of my mind. Then suddenly I remembered that I'd be having lunch with him. I wanted to look good. Really good.

I dried and styled my long brown hair. Put on a little extra makeup than usual and headed to my closet. I settled on a classic look. White button up dress shirt, black pencil skirt, black pumps. I found a pair of thigh high stockings in my dresser and slowly slid them up my legs, letting the lace tops squeeze my thighs softly. I put on my best black bra and panties. The kind of bra that gave a woman like me plenty of cleavage. I had no idea why I was going to so much trouble. The whole office would realize that I was playing 'dress up' for our new, sexy boss, but I guess I thought that a man that gorgeous wouldn't want to be caught dead having lunch with someone that didn't look half as appealing as he did.

I slipped my shoes on and stood in front of the mirror. I gave myself a once over and approved. I grabbed my purse, my phone and my appointment book and made my way downstairs. 

Stepping out onto the street, I felt more confident than I had in months. The sun was shining, I had given myself one hell of an orgasm this morning and I was about to start my workweek with my new, devastatingly sexy boss. 

I couldn't get to work fast enough.

Once I got there, I got busy. I had a list of how Mr. Taylor wanted things done. He liked his coffee black, with two sugars. He needed his daily schedule sent to him before he arrived at the office at 9am. He needed me to make sure that his schedule was clear for his lunch hour and to make sure that all appointments for the day were confirmed. 

It was 8:55am when I was setting his coffee on his desk, making sure that his computer and ipad were fired up and ready to go, when he walked in the room. 

"Wow. Brooke....you look....incredible."

I blushed at his observation. I also felt that, now familiar, clench deep inside my pussy. 

"Thank you, Sir. I believe everything is ready to go for you. I have some emails to catch up on, unless there is anything else you need?"

He took his suit jacket off and smiled. He walked behind his desk with me. I could see the muscles in his chest and shoulders flex as he slung it on the back of his chair. He stood next to me, then leaned on his desk. 

"Mr. Howard was right. I'm going to have to make sure that I don't lose you, aren't I?"

"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Taylor." 

"Good. I'm really looking forward to lunch today, Ms. Kelley."

"So am I." I smiled and mirrored his flirtation. Where was this confident Brooke coming from?! 

He returned my smile and stood up. He had nearly a foot on me, and being under his gaze, this close to his masculine body was intoxicating. I stepped back. I dropped my gaze from his eyes, to his chest, to his stomach, to his belt, and quickly to his manhood...which I could have sworn just flexed before my very eyes. I blushed furiously and looked back up at him, only to see him meeting my gaze with matched intensity. 

"Well, if there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know. Otherwise, I'll be catching up on your email and setting your calender for the week." I bit the corner of my lip and walked out. Knowing full well that he was watching me go, I added a little extra sway to my step. Letting my ass wiggle just enough to give him something to think about. I got back to my desk and could already feel a damp spot in my panties. It was 9:02 am. 

It was going to be a long day.



My New Boss Ch. 01



I got off of her and pulled on her shoulders to help her up. "OK, get up. It's time we get going with the evening's plans."

She raised up and sat naked on her desk.

"Get off there and onto the floor." She did as she was told. Then, I told her to get down on her knees, in front of me. I pushed on her shoulders to encourage her. Her eyes were wide with interest as she lowered herself to the floor. Her first lesson in submissive obedience was about to begin.

I put my hand under her chin and raised her eyes to look into mine. She looked beyond horny. She was shivering with lust.

"Usually, the submissive won't be allowed to look the Dominant in the eye. Also, submissives are told to call the dominant Sir or Master. But, I'm different. I love to look into eyes. They show the inner person and what they are thinking. Also, intimidation is more fun when I can look into your eyes. I think it's a very sensual form of mental torture. But, if I ever tell you not to look at me, don't. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Also, you may call me whatever you wish. Names don't matter to me. But, if I tell you to call me by a certain name, you had better do it. You will pay dearly, if you repeatedly fail to follow my rules. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head. "Yes."

"OK, lessons begin. I want you to open your mouth wide, and cover your teeth with your lips. At no time will your teeth come in contact with my cock, unless I say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"This is the perfect position for someone to be in when getting their mouth fucked. You are completely naked, your ankles are bound together and your hands are cuffed behind your back. You are on your knees in front of me and your head is at cock level."

She whimpered as she watched me unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. It was only half-erect, but she gasped when she saw it. She quickly opened her mouth as wide as it would go, making sure her lips covered the edges of her teeth. She was a quick learner.

While she kneeled there, with her mouth open, I told her if she did a good job, I would reward her. "If you don't do a good job, I will explain again. But, keep in mind, I want you to learn this quickly. If you don't, you will very likely suffer the consequences. Do you understand what I've told you?"

She quickly nodded her head. She didn't even change the shape of her mouth. She wanted my cock in there.

I took my cock in my hand and waved it in front of her. "Are you going to make it happy?" I asked her.

She nodded her head. "Uh huh."

"On the entrance stroke, make your mouth into a small "O" shape. On the exit stroke, I want you to suck hard on my shaft, like your mouth is a vacuum hose. The tighter the hole and the better the suction, the more you will please me. Do you understand?"

"Uh huh."

I couldn't resist any longer. I shoved my cock into her willing mouth, using her head for leverage. Her hot mouth latched onto it like a hand in a tight fitting glove. She did as she was told. Her lips formed a very small hole that I shoved myself through. On the exit stroke, she sucked hard. The sides of her cheeks collapsed, and I had to pull my cock out. She was doing a good job of making a fuck hole.

Again, I pushed my cock into her mouth, and she provided resistance with only her lips. And, again I saw her cheeks collapse as I pulled it out. She was a fast learner.

I decided to work on her mind a little bit. I used what she wanted most as my vehicle of choice. I wanted to see how she would react to mental stimuli. "Do a good job and make it happy. If you make it happy, it gets nice and hard. The next hole this cock is going into is your tight little ass."

The only reaction I got from her was a moan of pleasure. She liked the thought of getting ass fucked. So, I kept the thought going to see just how much she liked it. "The happier this cock is, the larger it is. The larger it is, the more it will hurt when I shove it in that tight little ass. I know that's what you want. You want it to hurt. Make it nice and big, and it will hurt more."

That got another moan from her, and she started wiggling her tongue around my cock, as it was inside her mouth. She was not a novice. Her tongue whipped around like a hot little snake looking for a way out of her mouth. 

I grabbed a tighter hold on her head. She whimpered as I took more control of her head. She accepted the quicker rhythm without problem. On the exit strokes, I could see her lipstick on the shaft. I could use it to measure how far I was going into her throat. She was doing so well, I just had to see how much this bitch could take.

Without any warning, I moved my hands closer to the back of her head and shoved hard into her mouth. She gave a little whimper, but she was still doing her best to keep the pace. She was still making my cock happy, very happy.

"Take it all, slut. Make it nice and hard. Remember, the harder it is, the bigger it is. You want it big, don't you? I know you do. You want me to stretch that tight little ass of yours and make you scream. You want me to shove it hard into you, don't you? No need to answer, bitch, because that's just what you're gonna get. You're gonna get what you want. You're gonna get what you deserve."

She was gagging on almost every entrance stroke, but because of the speed, she could handle it. She was sucking hard on the exit stroke, just as she was told. My cock was very happy. It was big, hard and the head was purple, mixed with her lipstick.

I shoved it one last time into her throat, and held it there, with both hands at the back of her head. She started to gag, but I continued to hold it there. I wanted her to remember who was in charge and who was not. "See how nice and big you've made my cock, slut? See how hard it is? You've done a good job of making it happy, so now you're gonna get your reward. I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass."

I pushed her back away from me, and she fell back onto the floor. She had such a good suction on my cock, her cheeks popped when it came out. She was writhing on the floor, trying to recover. Her chest was heaving. She was trying to catch her breath. She whimpered when she looked up and saw my hard cock jetting out at her.

I reached down and helped her stand up. I stood behind her, feeling her hot body. My right hand went down to her clit and my left roughly grabbed at her tits. She nearly collapsed when my hand found her clit. "Oh, you are ready, aren't you, bitch. My little fuck hole is ready for the Grand Finale, isn't she."

She had trouble forming the words she so desperately wanted to say. Between each sentence, she had to catch her breath. "Oh please, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass. Fuck it hard. Give it to me. I need it."

There were two chairs beside her desk. They were nice, sturdy chairs, with black padded leather covers. The backs were just the right height for what I had in mind.

But, I had to do one last thing before I continued. I picked up the gag from around her neck and told her to open wide. She moaned but did as she was told. "Yes, I'm gonna love this. Your virgin ass is mine, and you aren't gonna deny me from it. Not even with words."

The gag in place, she was the perfect fuck toy. I walked her over to the back of the closest chair and pushed her over. Perfect fit. Her ass was now just the right height and her feet just missed touching the floor. This was gonna be fun.

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My New Boss Ch. 02



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. 

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She lay there, draped over the chair, wiggling her ass to tempt me. She really wanted my hard cock in there, badly. That was obvious. I pulled her ass cheeks open with my thumbs, and she moaned. I'm sure she thought I was just about to shove my cock in there, but all I wanted was a look. 

She had a very nice ass. I licked my index finger and pushed it into her. The resistance was wonderful. This truly was a virgin ass. My cock was getting even harder at the thought of fucking this one. 

I leaned over and dry hunched her, letting her feel my hard cock against her naked ass. I rubbed it back and forth and up and down the crack of her ass, listening to her whimper and moan from behind the gag. "You want this cock, don't you? You've been dreaming about this moment, haven't you? Your virgin ass is going to get fucked."

But, I decided to make her wait. This bitch had given me such a hard time of it at work. I was going to let her know just how rough her ass was going to get fucked, in retaliation. She had asked for it, and now she was going to get it. It was as simple as that.

While still leaning over and hunching her, I began the mental torment I love so much. "You know, your ass is very tight. It's going to be difficult to get my cock in there. My cock is enjoying this so much, it has a big purple head on it. You know I'm telling you the truth, because it was in your throat. You know why it's so hard? Because of your hot mouth. 

I kept hunching her, as I tormented her mind. I could tell I was getting to her, because she was clinching her hands. I could see her trying to look at me, but that wasn't possible. She tried to rise up, and twist her head, but I mashed her face into the seat of that chair. "This is my show, bitch. You don't need to see anything, because you are the show. Remember? You are my fuck toy." That got another little whimper, from behind the gag. She couldn't do anything to stop me.

The seat of the chair was now getting very wet with her saliva. I knew that when I started fucking her, the force of my thrusts would bounce her against it. The added humiliation of her own drool covering her face while her ass was getting reamed would just be more fun for me.

"You did such a good job making my cock happy that I'm gonna have a difficult time getting past that tight little opening. And, you know what that means? That means it's gonna hurt. Trust me, it's gonna hurt a lot."

I stuck my index finger just inside her, to show her. She jerked against my finger. Her ass hole twitched from my touch. She wiggled on the chair. The leather beneath her squeaked against her sweaty body. "See what I mean, slut? It's very tight. This is just my finger. My cock is much larger than my finger. You can surely imagine how that's gonna feel. I know I can. I'm gonna enjoy it."

She tried to move around on the chair, and she raised her bound legs up. I decided that was too much movement. I wanted to see her wiggle, but not that much. I walked over to her desk, hoping to find some more of that rope she tied her ankles with.

I looked in a few drawers, but wasn't having any luck. Then, in a bottom drawer, in the very back, I found some interesting things. "Well, what have we here? You are a little kinky girl, aren't you? I found a rather large black dildo and a riding crop. This dildo is kind of large, sweetie. Do you use this on yourself? Your ass is too tight for this, so this must be a pussy dildo. I'm surprised at you. It's such a monster. Do you imagine yourself bound, with your legs spread wide, when you use this on yourself? Oh, no need to answer. I know your mouth is kind of occupied right now. And, here I thought you were a stuck up little bitch."

I picked up the riding crop and walked back over to my little bound captive. I swished it through the air, in front of her. I could see her watching it. It made a mean whirling sound. Another moan escaped past that gag.

I leaned down to her ear and whispered to her. "Didn't you want me to find this? It was way back in the back of that bottom drawer. You know, that's usually where things like this are found. Most people keep their naughty items in places like that. Why should you be any different? Do you use this on your naughty behind, when you think you've been a bad little girl? That would be interesting to see."

I walked around behind her, rubbing her back with the crop, as I walked. I tapped it against her ass, but nothing very hard. Then, I took the tip and poked her ass hole with it. The tip just slightly went inside, and I quickly flexed the crop back and forth, to see her reaction.

And, what a reaction it was. She squealed loudly, and tried to rise up, off of the chair. Her legs came up, too. I couldn't tell if she was protesting it, or enjoying it. But, that reminded me of what I was looking for. More rope to keep those legs in place.

I tossed the crop on her desk, and walked back around to the drawers. I looked in the top drawer on the other side. There, I found more rope and some lube. "Oh, lookie here. I found the lube. You said you had left some in a drawer, but I forgot. And, I also remember you said you wouldn't be able to force me to use this, if I didn't want to. Now, do you think that was something you should have said, knowing your ass is so tight? Or, do you really want me to take you without lube, so you can feel it? Oh, yes. You're gagged. Well, that topic can wait for a little bit. I've got to tie those ankles to the chair. I'm gonna be busy fucking your ass, so I don't want you kicking me in the balls."

There was enough rope to loop around her ankles and then tie to the front legs of the chair. I pulled it tight enough so her legs were tight against the back of the chair. This put her ass in an even better position, and it pulled her torso up a little, so it was difficult for her to rest herself in the seat of the chair. This would make it even more fun for me. It would be fun to watch her bouncing up and down. And, her drool was forming into a very nice little puddle.

I stood back and looked at her. She was trying her best to adjust to her position. My fuck toy was tempting me, even though she didn't know it. I walked over and picked up the crop. 

"Would madam care for a few hors d'oeuvres before the main course? I think that would be nice."

I began whipping her ass with the crop. They were all nasty hits. She shrieked from the very first one, but that only encouraged me. Her wiggling and squirming also made it more fun, as I continued to crop that little white ass until it was marked with nasty red welts. She endured my short bout of anger from the tender spots behind her knees all the way up to her tailbone. She jerked violently with each swat. I made sure she felt each one of them. She deserved it. It was satisfying to see her in pain.

She was crying softly, now. Little whimpers that gurgled from her gagged mouth. "Is the mean boss lady crying? So out of character for you, huh? You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch."

Now, my last little bit of torment was going to be sweet. I had found the lube, but because of the comment she made, I wondered if she had second thoughts about me taking her with out using it. Her ass was very tight, and even with lube, she would be in great pain. Until the head of my cock passed her anal sphincter, it would be difficult for both of us. Well, more for her than me, obviously.

I leaned over her body again, and rested my hands on the arms of the chair. I wanted to see just what she was made of. She was still whimpering from the crop, and when I touched her with my body, she winced even more. "So, bitch, now you know a bit of my anger. And, you also know how tight your little ass hole is. I've told you how much it will hurt, and I've even demonstrated to you how it might feel if I decide to take you without lube."

Her breathing was heavy. She continued to moan and whimper as I spoke. Her eyes were wide open, and she was straining her head to look at me.

"Remember that tempting statement you made when you were still acting like a stuck up bitch? You said you had lube, but because you were all tied up, you couldn't do anything, if I decided not to use it. That has become an interesting statement. I wonder if you would take it back now, if you could, knowing what you now know."

She nodded her head and tried to say something. But, I couldn't understand what she was saying. But, I could guess she was trying to say she would take that statement back. I acted as if I didn't understand, to play along a bit longer. "Are you trying to tell me something? Is the gag keeping you from talking? Well, you know, that's what gags are for. You yourself said I could use the gag, in case you tried to get me to stop. Remember? I know I remember you saying that, so surely you remember, too. I wouldn't forget something as interesting as that. Maybe you said it in the heat of the moment, like when you said I didn't have to use lube, and you'd like to take that back, too. Would you?"

She nodded her head quite vigorously, and mumbled something at the same time. It seemed like she was crying and begging at the same time. What she might be begging about though, I couldn't make out. "You know, bitch, you should have thought this out better. If you hadn't been so bold as to offer yourself to me this way, you could maybe still negotiate a little. But, you told me I didn't have to use lube and even went to the trouble of putting that ball gag around your neck so it was very convenient and tempting for me. Now, there will be no negotiations, and you brought it all on by your own doing. I wouldn't normally do this, but because you were so mean to me, and because you seemed to want it this way, I'm gonna fuck your ass without lube. Get ready for some pain, bitch."

I raised up and she started shaking her head back and forth while trying to say something. Drool was dripping from the gag, as she tried to form her words around it. I walked over to the desk and picked up the tube of lubrication, and walked back over behind her. I undid my waist snap and pushed my jeans to my ankles. My shorts soon followed and I kicked both off to the side. Then, I let my hard cock bounce on her ass.

She was still trying to get my attention, but I wasn't listening. She was also trying to rise up, but it was all just added fun for me to see her acting that way. She deserved it, and she was going to get more of it.

But, because she was so tight, I decided to put a little lube on the head of my cock, to make it less painful for me. It was going to be a very tight fit, and I didn't want that much resistance.

I pulled the chair around, until it was aimed at an empty corner of the room. I globbed some lube on the head of my cock, and dropped the tube on the floor.

"You should relax as much as you can, because all this moving around you're doing is only going to make it worse for you. Just lay still and take it."

I pressed the head of my cock against her tight hole. It was very difficult to push, and my cock hurt, even with the lube. That was why I had moved the chair into that position. With one big thrust, I pushed the chair across the floor until it abruptly stopped in the corner of the room with a thud. Just as it stopped, my body rammed against hers and my cock popped past her sphincter, going deep into her ass. 

She let out a scream that I'm sure could be heard though out the building. It was followed by another, as I moved my cock from side to side, inside her ass. Her body tensed up, and she raised up off the chair as much as she could. But, I shoved her back down. I pushed on the back of her head, rubbing her face in her drool.

"You deserve this kind of treatment, bitch. You know you do. You egged me on to make me mad, and you succeeded. I'm mad, and now you're going to pay for it."

She was pleading from behind the gag for me to stop. I know she must be telling me it hurt terribly, but I didn't care. If it were any body else, I would be concerned for her well being, but not that bitch. She was getting just what she asked for.

"I'm gonna go slow at first, but then I'm gonna really ream your ass good. Just in case you wanted to know. And, the more you complain, the more I'm gonna enjoy this."

With my hands, I grabbed the chair on either side of her, and slowly started to pull my cock back. God, it was a tight fit. I loved it. She was screaming and pleading to me. I could feel every bit of that, in how her hole tightened more. I was in my own little heaven. I was going to tame that bitch. She would think twice before treating someone else like she had treated me. I was going to make sure of that.

I started back into her ass, until I was deep inside her, again. She gasped when I hit bottom, although I tried to push even further in. Then, I pulled out again and she cried out, again. Every time I moved inside her, she felt pain. Just like I wanted her to.

Her ass started to loosen up a little, but not that much. I began to go faster with my thrusts, watching my cock go in and out of her little hole. I could feel the heat from the friction, as my cock rubbed against her anal walls. It felt good, let me tell you.

The only thing I watched for was blood. I didn't want to cause any tearing. I knew that hole was mine from then on, and I wanted to be sure and take care of it. She was my new fuck toy.

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My New Boss Ch. 02



The morning passed without incident. I kept myself busy with Paul's schedule for the week. He had two important meetings with potential clients this week and I knew that he also needed a staff meeting squeezed in at some point. Around 11am, my phone let off a little ring, alerting me that I had an email of my own.

I picked up my phone and scrolled to my messages.

Paul Taylor

Subject: Lunch date (10:57am) 

It's ok to call this a date, right? I hope so. 

I was thinking about taking you to Barolo. A quiet place downtown. 

Or do you have another preference? 

Let me know. 

Paul

By the way, I know I told you this morning, but it bears repeating: seeing you walk around

the office today in that outfit has made my first morning here absolutely incredible. Getting 

work done has been nearly impossible, though, thanks to that button you neglected to close 

while getting dressed this morning...

My heart skipped a beat. Then another beat. It was that moment that I finally confirmed that the flirtation that I felt on Friday afternoon, and our brief encounter this morning, were not all in my head after all. But how? How on Earth can a man this beautiful, this successful, want anything to do with me? 

I sat at my desk, knowing full well that Paul was most likely watching my reaction to his email. I thought briefly about how important it was to remain professional. There is no way I could risk my job. With a bad job market, student loans to pay and bills up to my eyeballs, the last thing I needed was to compromise my job security. I glanced up from my desk and had a clear view into his office. He was on the phone, pacing in front of his desk. He leaned against the front of it, crossed one ankle over the other and casually glanced up. Our eyes met. He smiled. THAT smile. The one that made my knees shake. The smile that made me stare at his mouth and start dreaming of what it would feel like pressed against mine. The mouth that I masturbated to this morning.

In that moment, all thoughts of job security and professionalism went out the window. 

I decided then and there to play his little game. It was totally out of character for me, but after the last few months I'd had, I needed this excitement. I decided that after being in a relationship for an entire year, being faithful and in love, only to have him sleep with someone else behind my back, after all that....I was ready to have a little fun of my own. I have no idea where my bravery came from, but I felt the passion for this man take over. I quickly typed a reply.

Brooke Kelley

Subject: It's a date (11:01am)

Absolutely. It's a date. 

I've never been to Barolo. I'm sure it will be wonderful...although perhaps not as wonderful

as the company I will have. I'm just finishing up a few loose ends from this morning. I will

be ready to leave whenever you are done with your calls, Mr. Taylor.

Brooke

Oh, and in regards to the button I neglected this morning, I will admit, it was an intentional

oversight. I can button up if you'd prefer? I'd hate for your work to suffer, after all.

*SEND*

I mentally smacked my forehead. Why am I doing this? Flirting with my brand new boss? This is such a bad idea. I peeked up at Paul. He was still on the phone, but now he was standing behind his desk, talking and scrolling down his iPad as he talked. I saw him pause, read something, then look up in my direction. I reached down slowly to button my shirt up a little and he slowly shook his head 'no'. I smiled and lifted my ample chest up, stretching my shirt out just enough to make him realize that I was fine with leaving it the way it was. I grinned and turned back to my desk to finish my work before lunch. My heart was racing. I could feel my pussy starting to dampen. He wanted to see my body. He's been looking at it all morning. 

"How in the hell am I going to keep my composure while sitting across from this man at lunch," I wondered. "My pussy is aching for him already...just from a couple emails." I groaned inwardly. Not knowing what to expect in the next hour ahead of me.

About 40 minutes later, I was filing away some of Mr. Howard's paperwork that I needed to mail out later in the week. I turned around and bent down into the lowest drawer in my cabinet. My skirt was considerably short, and judging by the breeze I felt, quite a bit of my ass was exposed. I smiled to myself as I heard him approaching my desk, knowing full well that he was going to see right up my skirt. I kept my legs straight and bent right over at my waist. 

I heard him when he reached my desk. I pretended to be looking through a folder. He was quiet for a few seconds, then he softly cleared his throat.

"Ahem...Ms. Kelley?"

I stood up as if I was startled. "Oh, I'm sorry! Let me just put this away and I'll grab my things."

"Please. Take your time." he grinned.

I smiled. "No really, I'm ready. Let's go."

I knew my cheeks were flushed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we waited for the elevator. Thankfully, most of the employees had already left for lunch or were busy in the break room. The office was pretty quiet and no one but Paul caught my little peep show. The elevator opened and we stepped inside. 

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yes. Very." 

"Good. I think you'll enjoy this place." 

As the doors opened at the ground level, he reached out and put his hand on my side to escort me out of the elevator. I felt him squeeze my hip gently. As if my hormones weren't already flying high, this small gesture sent them into overdrive. How does he do it? He's barely touched me and only mildly flirted with me, yet I'm ready to drop my panties and ride his cock right here in the lobby? This is crazy. He kept his hand on my back as he lead me to the parking garage. Being the head of one of the most lucrative companies in the building, naturally he had VIP parking in the garage, just as Mr. Howard had. He was soon opening the passenger side door of a very shiny, very masculine, black sports car. 

The seats were low to the ground, and I smiled at him as I slid into the soft leather. "Thank you, Mr. Taylor."

As I slid my legs into the car, I let my skirt ride up, almost to the point of indecency. It didn't go unnoticed. 

He stood, his gaze slowly dragging up my legs to my waist, my cleavage and ultimately, my eyes. I bit softly into my bottom lip. 

He smiled and nodded his head. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

The car smelled like Paul. Warm leather, thick, masculine cologne. Everything was turning me on today and this car was no exception. It was just like him. Smooth, masculine and powerful. Very sexy.

He slid into his seat, pressed a button on the dash and the engine roared to life. He pulled out of the garage and merged into the mid-day traffic with ease. 

We drove in silence for a few moments, when he reached over and held my wrist. 

"Thanks for coming out with me today. I really do want to get to know you better. We're going to be spending so much time together, after all."

"No, absolutely. In order to work for you, I need to know all about you. Your likes, dislikes, the things that make you tick...."

He squeezed my wrist a little tighter, glanced over and laughed gently.

"What makes me tick, huh? And why would that be important?" he glanced in his side mirror and switched lanes on the busy one-way street.

"Well, I'm your assistant. The more I know about you, the better."

"I suppose that's true."

I leaned his way as he made sharp left turn. His hand slipped from my wrist to my thigh. He didn't take his hand away. He just briefly looked at me, then back to the street. 

"Brooke. I have to be honest. I've been telling myself all morning that I need to remain professional. I sent that email and as soon as I sent it, I was kicking myself. Then, you replied..." he brushed his fingers down my thigh, towards my knee "and since then, all I've wanted to do was to get you alone so I could get my hands on the body that's been teasing me since Friday."

He rolled to a slow stop at a red light. I took a deep breath.

"I've been telling myself the same thing since Friday. Listen, Mr. Taylor...I am attracted to you. Very attracted to you, and I've been playing along with this all morning, but here's the thing. I can't risk my job. Whatever this...thing...we're feeling is, I just can't jeopardize anything. I'm not in the position to be losing anything just because of some crush that I have on my handsome boss. I probably shouldn't have been so flirtatious. And honestly? I have no idea why I am acting like this. I'm just finding it impossible not to let my thoughts drift away when I'm around you. My head says one thing, my body says another."

"So you feel it, too?"

"Well, of course. Your hand is on my leg and I haven't moved it." I laughed.

"I've noticed. So, you don't want to risk losing your job. That's your only concern?"

"It's a pretty big concern, though. Wouldn't you say?" 

The light turned green. The powerful car surged forward and his hand slid a little closer to my, now throbbing pussy.

"Well, here's the thing Brooke. I'm the kind of man that gets what he wants. And I want you. You're all I thought about this weekend. You're all I've thought about all morning. We're both adults. I know you've had messy relationships in the past, but this doesn't have to be like that. I'm not looking for a girlfriend. You're not looking for a boyfriend. But the attraction we feel is undeniable. I know they say not to mix business with pleasure, but I think we should make an exception." 

His long fingers started rubbing slow circles in my inner thighs, dancing from one to the other. I closed my eyes. I let out a soft, shaky sigh.

"Now, normally, I wouldn't have acted on anything. Maybe a little harmless flirting," he slowly inched his fingers up my skirt, underneath the small amount of fabric still keeping my panties covered. He traced his fingers over the lace on my stockings, taking a second to run his finger underneath the lace. Then he pressed his fingers into my soft, warm mound. "But this....this has me as hard as a teenager right now." 

I opened my eyes and rolled my head towards him. Sure enough, his hard dick was completely obvious. 

"Ohhh...Are you sure this is a good idea, Mr. Taylor?"

He took his hand from between my warm thighs, pulled my hand across the gear shift and placed it on his firm dick. 

"Brooke, trust me. This is a great idea. I'm going to do things to you that you've only dreamed about."

My brain was telling me that getting sexually involved with my boss was a horrible idea. But my pussy was telling me that the throbbing cock underneath my palm was totally worth the risk. 

I moaned softly and started running my fingers up and down the length of his growing erection. He groaned quietly. Even though it was covered, I knew by feeling it that this was going to be the biggest dick I'd ever had and just the thought of it made me squeeze my legs together involuntarily. Ok. I'd heard enough. Risk or no risk, this man had me more turned on in the course of one short car ride than most of the other men I'd been with combined. I'd definitely heard, (and felt) enough. 

"Ok, Mr. Taylor. You're right. We're both adults. I'm up for having a little fun, Sir."

He pulled up outside of the restaurant. He turned and leaned over in my seat, getting just inches from my mouth. 

"Good. Because we're here. Let the fun begin, baby."

He pressed his soft lips against mine. Those lips. The ones I'd been thinking about for days now. He cupped his left hand around my neck and jaw and squeezed firmly before pulling away from me. 

"Lets go get some lunch," he said as he leaned to get out of the car, "oh...I wanted to tell you, I really like it when you call me 'Sir'" . He grinned in that way that makes me shiver.

He stepped out of the car with ease, tossed the keys at the valet and walked around to let me out. I stood as gracefully as possibly, given the fact that my heart and pussy were pulsing simultaneously. Paul reached for the door and gestured for me to enter first. His hand found that spot on my hip, yet again as we were ushered to a quiet, semi-secluded table in the back. 

"Mr. Taylor, welcome back" greeted the hostess "Your server will be right with you."

"Thank you, Serena," he replied as he pulled out my chair

"I take it that you come here frequently?" I smiled. 

"I know the owner. Good guy. Great atmosphere, wouldn't you say?" 

"Absolutely. Very nice. But, like I said...not nearly as enjoyable as the company." 

"That remains to be seen," he leaned forward "I may look like a gentleman, but don't be fooled."

"I'm intrigued, tell me more."

It was at that moment, the waiter came by to take our drink orders. Not only was Paul prepared and ordered us both a glass of cabernet, he took it upon himself to order lunch as well. I'd never been in the company of someone so chivalrous, and his manners were turning me on almost as much as the memory of rubbing his cock, just a few minutes earlier. The waiter stepped away, leaving the two of us alone. 

"Brooke? Hello? Where'd you go?" he chuckled as he waved a hand to get my attention.

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I seem to lose my train of thought when I'm around you."

"Oh, and what exactly were you thinking about?"

I blushed. "The ride here."

He reached forward and ran his thumb down the inside of my wrist. I felt a current of electricity run through me, just with that simple touch.

"Right. About that. I hope you're serious about wanting to see where this goes, because I really think that it could be a lot of fun for both of us."

"I'm definitely in need of some fun, Sir."

Paul grinned and nodded as the waiter placed our wine in front of us. 

"Thank you," he leaned forward as the waiter walked away. "Ok, Brooke. I'm ready for a little more fun now if you are."

"Now? In the restaurant?" I was surprised. I thought we'd stick to private places, knowing that our relationship could definitely cause problems at work. 

"It's ok. Don't be nervous. There's no one here that will ever know our arrangement. So here's what I want you to do. I want you to excuse yourself to the bathroom, take off your bra and your sexy little panties, put them in your purse. Then come back and enjoy lunch with me."

I hesitated. "I don't know, Paul. I'm not sure how I feel about sitting here without underwear on."

"Listen. I told you in the car that I'm used to getting what I want. There's nothing to be worried about. Your body is incredible and I want to see as much of it as possible between now and when I'm finally able to get you naked," I felt his hand grip my knee firmly under the table. "And since I can't very well make you get naked here and now, getting quick peaks during lunch will just have to do. Go." he nodded behind him towards the restrooms. 

I looked at him nervously, then grabbed my clutch and stood. I walked towards the bathroom, half humiliated by what I was about to do, and half so incredibly excited I could barely keep from running. 

I stepped into the modern restroom and headed to the stall. I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off and removed my bra. I felt the cool air hit my breasts and my sensitive nipples immediately stood to attention. I shivered and put my shirt back on. I braced my hand on the wall and slowly slid my panties down to my knees, then down to my ankles, pulling them off quickly. They were soaked with my wetness. Paul had absolutely no idea what he was doing to me...or did he? 

I rolled my undergarments tightly and stuffed them into my large clutch purse. I straightened my clothing and stepped out into the powder area. I looked at the full mirror. I had a flushed appearance, my nipples were tight and straining against the fabric of my white linen shirt. My black pumps elongated my legs. I looked good. If Paul wanted a peak or two during lunch, he was certainly going to get it! 

I grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath. 

"Here you go, Brooke. All in. Act confident." I thought.

I opened the door and the rush of cool air only made my nipples harder. The sensation of the fabric against my skin was sending jolts of pleasure straight to my, already stimulated pussy. 

I got back to the table and Paul stood upon my return. 

As I leaned forward to sit down, I saw him glance down my blouse. He smiled and looked right in my eyes. 

"Your breasts are absolutely stunning, Brooke." he whispered "I can't wait to get my hands on them."

His words made me shudder. I'm not sure who was more anxious for his hands to be on my breasts, him or me. I couldn't wait to feel him drag his fingers across my skin. To run circles around my nipples with his fingertips. To pull them, to kiss them, to bite them gently....

Now I understand why it was so important for me to take my bra and panties off. Delayed gratification. He's building the pressure slowly. 

"Mmm. Thank you. I can't wait either." 

"What about your panties? Those are off, too, correct?" he said softly

"Yes, Sir." I nodded slowly. 

"Hand them to me. No one is here. No one will see."

I reached into my purse and pulled out my wet, lace thong. I slipped it to him as discreetly as possible.

He brought my thong into his lap. I could see him examine it, then put it into his jacket pocket. 

"Very wet, Brooke. Am I to assume that you are enjoying yourself?" 

"Very much, Mr. Taylor." 

"Good, so am I." he leaned back and I could see him examining my chest. Just the idea that a man this attractive was getting pleasure from my body was nearly more than I could handle. Soon, our lunch arrived and we enjoyed more than just our sexual connection. We had a good conversation. It really was like a fantastic first date, with a little kink and a lot of sexual tension thrown in. Not a single thing about it felt like a business lunch. Even our significant age difference wasn't an issue. We both finished our meals and were enjoying the last of our wine, when I guess he had enough conversation. His voice dropped and he pulled his chair a little closer to mine. He put his hand on the back of my chair and leaned down to my ear.

"I want you to unbutton another button your blouse, Brooke. Let me see your tits."

I pulled back and stared at him. He can't be serious....

"I don't think...." I started.

"Don't think. Just do it. Or I can do it for you. I want to see the tits that have kept my dick hard through my entire meal."

I glanced over my shoulder. No one was close enough or interested enough in us to realize what was going on. Besides, my back was to everyone and no one would see anyway. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky sigh as my hands reached up to undo another button. He hooked his index finger onto the remaining buttons and pulled my shirt away from my skin. He had a direct view into my blouse. My brown nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them. They were pulled tight into perfect points on top of my full, soft breasts. 

Paul exhaled deeply and groaned an almost inaudible groan. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his warm hand dip into my shirt and latch onto my right breast. He cupped it from underneath, then let his thumb and index finger slide up and pinch my nipple. He slowly added pressure, pulling my hard nipple harder and harder still. I closed my eyes and moaned a little louder than I should have. 

He leaned into my ear.

"Shh, baby. There will be plenty of time for noise later. I just couldn't help but get my hands on these perfect tits before we head back to the office." He pinched my nipple tightly, then released it, letting his fingernails drag against my sensitive flesh before pulling his hand out all together. He gently kissed my neck and whispered, "They're fucking perfect. Can't wait to taste them." He slowly pulled his hand out of my shirt and pushed his chair back where it belonged.




My New Boss Ch. 02



My eyes were still closed. I have very sensitive nipples and they are hardwired to my pussy. After almost an hour of being stimulated from the cold air and the fabric of my clothes, I was about to combust. I needed some kind of release, and judging by the way he was shifting himself around as he stood, I could tell he needed release as well. He placed some cash on the table, then came around to pull out my chair. I quickly buttoned my shirt, grabbed my purse and took his outstretched hand. As I stood, I slid my body up the length of his and could feel the thickness of his cock. He grinned down at me. 

"Lets get back to work before people start to wonder." He took my hand and led me out to the street entrance. He handed the valet his ticket and we waited. His hand released mine and I felt it slide against my lower back, then down to my ass. He squeezed tightly. I looked around to make sure no one was near us. 

He laughed, "Brooke, we're going to have to work on getting you to relax. Just calm down and let me take control. I won't put you in any kind of position that I think you'd be uncomfortable or at risk in. I like your body. A lot. And if I see an opportunity to touch it, I'm going to." 

He reached behind me and squeezed me firmly again. I felt myself slowly melting. Melting into his grip. I was nervous, but I needed more. He made me want more with every simple command...with every touch. Just as I was ready to push him to the ground and fuck him right there on the sidewalk, the familiar roar of his engine pulled up in front of us. He released me from his grip and opened my door to let me in. I was more cautious entering his car this time, knowing full well that my panties were now in his jacket. He closed my door, tipped the valet and got behind the wheel.

As he pulled into traffic and headed back towards the office, I realized that he wasn't making anymore moves at all. He had his hand on my knee, but nothing else. I squirmed in my seat. My nipples were hyper-sensitive at this point, and my slick pussy was absolutely aching for his attention. Clearly, this was all part of his plan. Getting me so worked up until I couldn't take it anymore. 

As we neared our building, I'd had enough of the tease. I started inching up my skirt until finally it was bunched up around my hips. I took his hand and slid it from my knee, up to my hairless pink pussy. 

He looked at me, then down to my glistening slit.

"Brooke, you don't want this. Not here."

"Please! I can't go back in there all tense like this. Please touch me, Mr. Taylor." 

He sighed and pulled his hands off of my body. He pulled into his bay in the parking garage and shut the engine off. He looked over at me, letting his eyes drift up and down my body. 

"Pull your ass to the edge of the seat and lean back."

I quickly complied. 

"Spread your knees apart. Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours, Brooke. Show it to me."

I pulled my knees as far apart as I could. I could feel my back sinking into the leather seat, my head craned forward against the back, giving me and excellent view down the length of my own body. Paul glanced around the quiet garage. No one was in sight. He shifted his body, reached over and started to unbutton my shirt. He slowly pulled each button apart, revealing a few more inches of my bare torso at a time. Finally, he reached the bottom of my shirt. A thin strip of skin from my neck to the top of my skirt was revealed. A gentle patch of goosebumps covered my lightly tanned skin as he slowly pulled my shirt open, revealing my heavy breasts. His breathing hitched. Mine had nearly stopped at this point. He took his left hand and placed it on my toned stomach. He rubbed a little higher over my ribcage. Then even higher, as he tightly gripped first one breast, then the other. 

"Oh fuck, Brooke. You have no idea what I want to do to you." he groaned

"Oh, p-please, touch me. I need this." I whined.

Paul leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned loudly. I felt him mirror my tortured sounds against my skin. He sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, releasing it with a loud 'pop' sound. 

He slowly slid his hand down my stomach, then pulled my shaking thighs apart even further. I felt his thick fingers press against my hole, then they glided upwards, towards my clit. Continuing to tease, he slid his fingers around my exposed clit, refusing to touch it directly, knowing that it was making me grow more wild by the second underneath his expert hands.

"OH...Please rub my pussy, Mr. Taylor. Please Sir! I need to cum...I want to cum for y-you."

Lost in my lust, I barely heard him moan as he started sucking on my nipple again. This time, he started sucking on it tightly, all while circling around my clit, faster and faster. I could feel the juice leaking from my folds as he refused to give me what I needed. He wanted me to beg for it. This was just all part of his game. A game that I was now, more than willing to play.

"Pleeeease make me cum. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be whatever you n-need, just please rub my clit, Sir!" I begged. 

My hands gripped at the door and at his neck feverishly. His teeth gripped my left nipple and pulled. I moaned loudly and my body started to shake. He chose that moment to press his thumb against my clit and to push his thick, middle finger deep into my pulsing cunt. 

"Oh yesssss!!" My back arched, pushing my breast into his face. He released it from him mouth and started kissing my quivering stomach as he inched me closer to orgasm. He took his right hand and rubbed my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. He pulled his finger out of my dripping pussy and reinserted two fingers. He pistoned them in and out, speading my wetness down the crack of my ass and all over my thighs. His pace never faltered. 

"Fuck Brooke. Your pussy is so fucking beautiful. Feel this, baby. Feel my fingers fucking you? You're going to cum, aren't you? Come on, Brooke. Cum for me. Cum all over my hand, baby."

My mind went blank. All that I could think of was the sensations that were crashing against me like waves. His fingers, his words, my breasts bouncing uncontrollably....it was all too much. It was too intense. It was too perfect. 

"Oh fuck, P-PAUL. Yes. Yes. Please don't stop! OH FUCK!!" 

My orgasm hit me with such intensity that my hips lifted off the seat and bucked into the air. I could feel my pussy leaking cream all over his hand, gripping his fingers and trying to milk them as if they were his cock. Paul leaned forward, sucking the sides and underneath my breasts as my body continued to be wracked with post-orgasmic shuddering. 

I couldn't open my eyes. I was scared it was dream. No one, not even myself, had ever given me such a soul shaking, sexual experience. I gasped for air. 

"Oh my God, Mr. Taylor. That was...I have no words for how incredible that was."

Paul was breathing heavily, too. He rested his lips against my hot, sweat slicked stomach and laughed gently.

"Baby, that was just my hand. Wait until you see what I can do with my cock." 



My New Boss Ch. 03



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

The heat was nice, against my cock. Her body was hot, and so was mine. That, and the friction of our skin rubbing together was intense. I kept increasing my speed, as she writhed beneath me. I had said it would be fun, and it was. 

I shifted into high gear, and really started to give it to her good. Her cries were only on my forward strokes, and her face was bouncing against the drool drenched leather seat with each one. She was still pleading, but they were mostly cries of pain, I'm sure. 

"You like this, bitch? No? Don't ever take someone for a wimp. You asked me if I was a man? Does my hard cock feel like I'm a man? Does the way I control you seem like I'm a man? How does your ass feel, being stuffed with a man's hard pulsing cock? Don't forget, you made it that hard, with your own mouth. Remember? The pain you are feeling now? It's all your fault. Isn't that ironic?"

I decided to watch and just enjoy the ride. Her whimpers and cries were exciting, and my orgasm was getting close. It was difficult to hold back, because it felt so good. I didn’t want it to end, but I knew it had to. 

I started pushing as hard as I could, and the back legs of the chair were bouncing off the floor. Her head was nearly limp, and her face was drenched from her drooling. God, it was good. It was such a great feeling to get back at her for how she treated me.

I knew she didn't realize how much it would hurt, but that was her mistake. I knew her passion to get it was controlling her thoughts, but that was her mistake, too. This new fuck toy would be learning a few new lessons in the near future.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I was fucking so hard that my balls hurt as they bounced against her pussy. I just had to cum. My last hard thrusts were vicious, so she would remember them. When, I got very near cumming, I pulled out of her ass, and quickly pulled the chair away from the wall. I stood in front of her, pulled her head up by her hair and came on her face.

Her eyes were wide with fear and pain, as my hot cum splashed hard onto her face, and dripped down her chin. I knew she wasn't ready for that, but it was my last little bit of humiliation for her. At least for the time being. I fell to the floor, my cock still throbbing. We were both gasping for breath and her cries were more subdued, since that the painful probe was no longer punishing her ass.

After resting a bit, I got up on my knees, in front of her. I grabbed her head by the ears and raised her eyes to mine. "You know, slut, the evening is still young. I've got ideas running around in my head. Do you? No? Well, let me fill you in on some possibilities. First, you're still in a very vulnerable position. Second, we are alone here, and I have no plans to leave. And, third, if I get tired, I might just call some of my friends and suggest a butt fucking party. Don't you worry, none. I'll have that tight little ass loosened up for you, in no time."

After a short time to catch my breath, I got up. I pulled a chair up, so I could sit in front of my new fuck toy and talk to her. She was no longer whimpering in pain, but she was wiggling her ass more than I thought she would, after the fucking I had given her. I thought I wore her out, but it was possible she wanted something else in her ass. It had to be sore. I'm sure it was blazing. 

At first, I was just going to sit there and look at her. I was going to wait and see if she would beg me to release her. I do like to hear women beg, and that fuck toy was no different. But, because she was wiggling her ass so, I was intrigued. What could she want?

I leaned toward her, and spoke in a quiet voice. "So, have you learned anything from your first ass fucking? Was it anything like you thought it would be? Do you have that ‘rode hard and put up wet’ feeling?"

All I got out of her was a weak little whimper. But, that ass kept wiggling. It was making my cock hard, again.

"You know, I thought your ass fucking was most rewarding. That tight little hole of yours is great fun. I'm gonna have to take care of it, so it stays nice and tight. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm gonna ream it good, from time to time. But, all that does is tone up your muscles. It's kind of like going to the gym. I'm gonna be your exercise coach."

I stood up and walked around behind her. I leaned over her, and humped her while I whispered into her ear. My semi erect cock was rubbing up against her ass and pussy. She whimpered and moaned, when I started humping her like that.

"You are still needing attention, aren't you, slut. You want to cum, don't you? That ass fucking wasn't enough to take you over the edge? I thought sure it would. You wanted it so badly."

I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her back to me and stood her up. She protested, when I pulled her hair, but of course her protesting was part of my fun. I held her there, and roughly groped her tits. She whimpered and wiggled in my arms. I moved my right hand down to her clit. At first she groaned, but that quickly melted to just a whimper. Her body shook, as I moved my finger very lightly over her pussy lips and clit. I hardly even made contact with her, but when I did, I knew she could feel it.

"You like being tied up and controlled, don't you? You are such a horny little thing. I know you would love it if I just pushed you back over this chair and rammed my cock into this sopping pussy. It seems you're quite the pain slut. I might have to find out just what your limits are. You know?"

I continued to lightly torment her clit, and she moaned in harmony with it. I wanted it to be just enough to keep her interest, but not much more. I grabbed her around the waist with the left hand, and pushed her up against the chair with my body. My cock was in her ass crack, and my right hand was still on her clit. But, because I pushed her up against the chair, my hand was pushed hard against her clit. This was more than enough to get a reaction out of her.

I moved my hips from side to side, causing my cock to rub between her ass cheeks. I could feel it getting harder, and I know she could, too. My left hand was between her and the chair. I used my bird finger to dip into her wet pussy. From that angle, I could also rub her clit with the palm of my hand. The more I pushed her against that chair, the more my hand roughed up her clit. Also, each time I pushed against her, my bird finger went deeper into her pussy. 

It was unreal how easy it was to get a reaction from that bitch. She was already shaking and her legs were getting weak. I was nearly holding her up with my hand around her waist. My finger was curved like a hook probing in her pussy.

"I seem to have you at a disadvantage, don't I. I came, but you haven't, have you? You know what that means? It means I can continue take my time with you, and torment you for as long as I want. I know you want to cum, so we are going to keep you wanting. Oh, did I say we? Well, don't forget I did mention I might call up some of my friends. Yes, I think it's time we have a party. And, guess who's providing the favors?"

She whimpered when I told her that. It seemed like a whimper of passion, of desire. That slut seemed to love the position she was in. But, even if she didn't, she was staying right where she was.

I pinched her left nipple and she moaned. I then pinched her right nipple. That also caused her to moan. I raised my hand from her crotch and pinched both nipples at once. I twisted them in opposite directions, as if I was adjusting the dial on a radio. She whimpered. Her chest wiggled against my hands, as if she wanted more. Those whimpers weren't complaints. She liked her nipples treated roughly.

"I think it's time to make a couple of phone calls. I know just who to call. I know some people who will enjoy you. Oh, and from what I'm finding out about you, I think you will enjoy them, too. Well, at least part of the time. This is going to be a party to remember."

I pulled her body back and shoved a finger into her pussy. Then, I added another. They slid in so easy, because she was soaking wet. She squealed and started twisting in my grasp, as I roughly finger fucked her.

"You're such a wet little bitch. You can't get enough of this. All you want is a good fucking. I bet you'd love to cum, right now. Wouldn't you, slut."

She quickly nodded her head. She did her best to form the words, but the gag didn't allow much to be understood. Nothing but muffled moans and garbled speech came from her lips. But, I could tell her need to cum was quickly becoming very intense. This was really a special fuck toy. Her first experience with forced submission was going to be powerful, in more ways than one.

I stuck another finger inside of her, so I was fucking her with three. She moaned and started humping them with all her strength. I held her tight, removing any ability for her to move. I was controlling what she was allowed to feel, not her. I wiggled my fingertips inside her pussy, touching the inner walls. She fought against my hold on her, but she wasn't as strong. 

I pulled my fingers out and held them up to her face. They were drenched in her sex. They each glistened in the room light, dripping wet with her desire.

"See, slut? I know how badly you want it. And, the only way you are going to get it is to do as you are told. The better you are at that, the sooner I will allow you to cum. But, if you don't do as you're told, you will be denied your sexual release. See? You are my new fuck toy and fuck toys are meant to be used. I'm the one in control. If you are good and do everything you are told, I might give you a reward, later. Remember that."

Her breathing was getting rougher, and her chest was heaving. She looked as if she liked the idea of being my fuck toy. I cleaned my wet fingers off on her face. A few submissive whimpers were all she could produce.

"And, you won't ever be able to forget your position, now. I'm not only in control of your body. I'm also in control of your mind. After this night, there will be nothing I can't take from you. All I'll have to do is look at you to make you weak with desire. It will be any time, or any place. I might see you in the hallway, as you are entertaining a large client. Your mind will go blank and remember this night. Your filthy little thoughts will remind you how I took your tight little ass and how it made you scream. You will be forced to remember how my hard cock fucked you good while you were naked and bound in such a lewd position. Am I getting through to you, bitch?"

She moaned and nodded her head. She tried to speak, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. I think it was "please fuck me" but that gag kept her from forming the words she needed me to hear. She sounded desperate. She kept attempting it, over and over as drool dripped from her chin onto her tits.

"That's a good fuck toy. You know your place. Of course, I knew you would. But, don't you worry. I'm gonna take good care of you. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna take good care of you."

Then I pushed her back over the chair. She just stayed there, whimpering and wiggling. I walked over and picked up my pants. "I've got to make those phone calls. Don't go anywhere," I laughed. "I'll be back, real soon."

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My New Boss Ch. 03



I leaned my head back against the leather seat and tried my hardest to control my breathing. I felt small aftershocks from my orgasm ripple through my body. Paul leaned back in his seat, reaching his right hand across the center of the car, tracing small circles on my wet thigh. I heard him sigh and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at me. 

"What?" I asked self consciously, moving to close my shirt.

"Don't. Leave it...just for a minute. You look incredible. I'm just thinking about how much fun this...arrangement is going to be, that's all. I don't think I've been this turned on in a really long time, Brooke."

I dropped my gaze from his eyes, down to his fully erect manhood. 

"Right. Well, about that...." I sat up slowly and reached out to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me. 

"No. Not here. I want more from you than just a quick hand job in a parking garage. I could do that myself." he said.

"Oh." I replied and sat back into my seat. 

Well, now what? I just let my boss finger fuck me in his car, on our lunch break, on his very first day in the office. So much for playing hard to get. 

As I was mentally kicking myself for letting him win me over so effortlessly, he leaned over to me. He smoothed a piece of hair away from my neck, then gently ran his finger down the side of my throat and underneath my, still unbuttoned, blouse. He slowly pulled it apart again and gently ran the same finger down my breast, causing my skin to tingle in it's path. He moaned as he traced my dark areola, circling in towards my nipple. I groaned and closed my eyes. 

"You're going to need to get back inside, baby. Before people start to wonder." he lightly pulled on my nipple, then released me. Why?! Why continue to get me worked up, only to send me back into the office? 

As if he could hear my mental confusion, he assured me, 

"Don't worry. Our fun isn't over, Brooke. We're only getting started. Think you'll be up for it?" he grinned slowly

"Absolutely, Sir. I'm ready for whatever you have planned." I said quietly.

"Good. Now, lets get you decent and back upstairs."

"Ok, um..." I paused. Wait. How on Earth was I supposed to ask for my panties back? "Well, I'm actually missing something. Something you took....at the restaurant?" I smiled shyly.

"Oh no. You're going back in without them. Actually, thanks for reminding me. I'd like your bra, too, please." he said calmly

"What? You expect me to go in there and work the rest of the day without a bra or panties on? You're crazy." 

"No. Not crazy. I've told you, Brooke. I know what I want. And what I want is to see you in the office, and to know that I have half of your wardrobe in my pocket. I want to look out of my office and see those perfect tits pushing against your shirt. I want to try desperately to catch a glimpse of this perfect, wet pussy every time I see you bend over. I want you to be aware of everything you're doing, and to know without a doubt, that I am watching."

I sucked in a quick breath as I reached into my purse and handed him my bra. No man has ever made me feel this sexy. No man had ever taken such an interest in me or my body. This was hard to wrap my mind around. Especially since it was coming from a man that could have any woman he wanted. I momentarily lost my filter. The words tumbled out of my mouth.

"But Mr. Taylor. Why ME?" 

He looked confused for a second, then reached down and held my hand in his. He lifted it to his mouth and I felt the heat from his breath on my palm. 

"Because you're incredible. I have this attraction to you that I don't think I've ever felt before. I want to be in you. I can't get my mind off of you. Hell, Brooke...I jerked off like a horny 15 year old twice this weekend just thinking about you." he confessed.

I was surprised. Then my surprise was replaced with laughter. I laughed out loud at his admission. 

"Oh man. I worked my clit so hard this morning while I fantasized about you, too!" I laughed.

"Well, see? This is completely meant to be. Don't question it. Let's just do what we agreed to do....have fun and enjoy this. Ok? Just trust me to take you on a ride that I know we'll both enjoy."

I smiled. If what happened in his car was any preview of what this ride was going to be like, I knew he was right. I decided to just shut my mouth. 

"Ok. I'm sorry. No more doubts, Sir." 

"Good. Now. I believe I told you to get back inside and get back to work, didn't I?" he grinned.

"Yes. I'm going. I'll just swing by the ladies room and freshen up before anyone sees my just finger-fucked appearance." I pulled down my skirt and hastily refastened my shirt. A quick glance in my mirror to straighten my hair and I was ready to go. 

I looked over at him. "Aren't you coming?" I asked.

"Yes, I was going to give you a head start, though. You know, make things a little less suspicious. If I was to go in with you, my hands all over your beautiful ass would be a dead giveaway to the rest of the staff. Besides, I need a second to...um, relax." he motioned to the tent in his dress pants.

"You're sure you don't want me to take care of it now? I'd be happy to help, Sir" I offered.

"No, you go ahead." 

I pretended to pout. "Ok. I'll see you inside" I leaned across the gear shift and pressed my lips against his cheek. 

"Thank you for lunch, Sir. It was amazing." I whispered into his ear. 

I turned, opened the door and got out. I closed it with a soft thud and started to walk towards the building entrance. I turned back to look at him, but couldn't see through the dark tint. I just waved my fingers at him, hoping that he saw my flirtatious send off, then opened the heavy door to our building. 

Once I got to our floor, I had replayed our lunch in my head at least twice. Thinking of every sexy thing he said. Thinking of the way his lips felt against my skin. Thinking of what it felt like for him to be knuckle-deep in my pussy. I shuddered as the elevator doors opened and a cool rush of air hit me. It was the reminder that I needed. I was braless. I was at work and completely braless. Why did I agree to this? I have C-cup breasts and large, sensitive nipples. My arousal is going to be completely obvious to everyone around me. I groaned inwardly, crossed my arms against my chest and headed to the bathroom to clean up before returning to work. 

Stepping inside the restroom, I bumped into Theresa and Dayna. Both handled web accounts and both were very sweet. However, they were also both known to be the go-to source for office gossip. If you ever needed to know the scoop, you went to Theresa or Dayna. They could give you dirt, and if they couldn't, they could give you what they suspected was the dirt. 

"Oh, hey Theresa. Hi Dayna. You back from lunch?"

"Yeah, we got back a few minutes early. Hoping to catch Mr. Taylor. You know, making sure he's adjusting well. Have to make good with the new boss, right?" smiled Theresa

"You went to lunch with him, right? Did you have appointments to go over for the week or something?" asked Dayna as she primped a little in the mirror.

I knew that she was just looking for information. In my head, I was replaying the events that just took place in Paul Taylor's car, not 10 minutes ago. No. We weren't going over appointments. He was pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt and working my clit until I moaned his name and couldn't breathe a steady breath.

"Yeah, appointments. Very basic stuff. Trying to get to know how he likes things done around the office. How to make it a smooth transition." I lied. 

"God girl, do you realize how lucky you are to work next to that gorgeous man all day long? I'd do anything he asked of me this very second. Anything. Just...don't repeat that to my husband!" said Theresa. The three of us laughed. 

It was getting difficult to keep a straight face, not to mention hide my erect nipples, so I just excused myself to a stall in order to clean up a little. As I closed the door, I could hear Theresa and Dayna talking about Paul for another minute, but their conversation soon shifted to a photo editor, Shane, and whether or not he had come out of the closet yet. Gossip never rests, I guess.

I rubbed my nipples, in hopes to warm them up a little, but with no luck. It only further intensified my stimulation. I grabbed some tissue and went to dry my sticky thighs off a little when I heard my phone vibrate. I reached into my clutch and grabbed my phone. I had a new text. I opened the message. It was a video. Who would be sending me a video at 1:15pm on a Monday? All of my friends were at work. I opened the video. My heart stopped.

I recognized the leather seats immediately. I heard a soft groan as the camera came in to focus. The camera was mounted on his dash and focused squarely on a cock. A hard, pulsing pink dick. The most gorgeous one I'd ever seen. Now, normally, I probably wouldn't have used the word 'gorgeous' to describe a penis, but this was. It was thick, with a pulsing vein running the entire length. At least 8'', judging by the video. Straight as an arrow and hard as a rock. As the video continued, he grabbed it with his right hand and started to pump it back and forth slowly. 

This was Paul Taylor's dick. He stayed in his car and jerked off. And now I am watching it.

I gasped out loud. Too loud.

Dayna called out. "Hey, Brooke...you ok in there?" 

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine! Thanks." I scrambled to lower the volume on my phone. The last thing I needed was for the Office Gossip Queens to know that I was watching porn in the bathroom. I'd never live that down. Thankfully, I heard them walk out, and they left me alone in the restroom. I turned back to the video. 

Paul was pumping his cock slowly. He'd grip it tightly at the base, then slowly pull up towards the thick head of his dick. He ran his thumb over the head and he moaned. His hand started pumping a little faster, then even faster. His breathing was picking up and getting heavier. I could see his thighs start twitching as he rocked his hand up and down his thick shaft. Suddenly he held something by the head of his dick. Something black....and lacey. 

"My panties." I whispered.

Sure enough, I heard him start groaning, even moaning my name at one point. He thrust his hips up slightly and I watched as he caught his thick ropes of cum in my underwear. One powerful jet after another, right into the crotch of my panties. There was so much cum that my small thong couldn't possibly hold his entire load and it spilled over into his hand. I heard him moaning softly and finally his beautiful dick started to twitch and soften slightly. 

The video ended abruptly. A text followed.

"Watching your sexy ass walk away did me in. I don't think I could have made it through the rest of the day without rubbing one out. Don't worry. There's a lot more where that came from."

I stood in the stall completely stunned. Not only was I shocked, but now I was even more aroused. I needed that dick. I needed it any way I could get it. I started to restart the short video, until I heard another employee enter the restroom. I decided that now was probably not the best time to watch it again, so I saved it to my phone and returned it to my purse. I was in desperate need to dry myself off again after watching, so I quickly cleaned myself off, straightened my clothes and exited the stall. I looked in the large mirror as I washed my hands. My long hair was a little messy looking, but my skin was flushed and I looked good. As I dried my hands, I couldn't help but smile to myself. This was the most intense workday of my life. And it was only halfway through. 

I stepped out of the bathroom, not having any idea of what to expect for the rest of the afternoon. Having a sexual affair with my boss was brand new territory for me, and I wasn't quite sure how to go about this. He seemed more than comfortable taking the lead, so I decided to sit back and let him take over. He had promised that he wouldn't do anything to cause any trouble for me, and for some reason, I trusted him. He knew what he was doing. He understood his game and I was just along for the ride. 

Fine by me.

I walked to my desk and got to work. I had been so distracted this morning, I felt a little behind this afternoon. If I was going to continue things with Paul, I was going to have to learn how to juggle my work with my lust for him. Work has always been the perfect distraction for me. I can bury myself in papers, emails and errands to the point where an entire workday has passed without me realizing it. This afternoon was going to be no different. First things first, I had a stack of papers that I needed to take to Human Resources, the floor above us. I gathered what I needed and headed to the elevator. I pressed the button and started thumbing through my papers as I waited. The doors opened quietly and there he stood. Immaculate as ever. Not giving off so much as a hint that he had just had a sexual encounter with his assistant in the front seat of his car just half an hour ago. 

He stood, leaning against the wall of the elevator. He smiled and stood up straight when he saw me waiting. 

"Going down?" he asked with a grin.

Thankfully, no one was around. I couldn't help but giggle. "I wish.," I said suggestively. "Actually, no Sir. Going up. HR needs these," I said as I pointed to my paperwork.

"Well, don't let me keep you. He held the door open for me. As I entered, he began to exit and we brushed against each other. He managed to grab one of my hard nipples as we passed. I sucked in a sharp breath and arched my back slightly. He grinned.

"Enjoy your preview?" he asked quietly.

"Mmmhmm...very much, Sir." I whispered.

"Good. See you in a bit." 

Before I knew it, he released my breast, turned the corner and was gone. The doors closed quietly. I pressed the button for the 10th floor, and tried to compose myself. The last thing I needed was for Mitchell, the pervert upstairs, to think that I was turned on for him. 

Thankfully, everyone in Human Resources was busy enough on a Monday afternoon, that no one realized the fact that I was sans underwear. I made it safely back to my desk without any unwanted attention. I sat down and started typing up the email regarding the staff meeting that Paul wanted scheduled this week. I went though his calendar. He had a dinner meeting tonight, was free tomorrow after work, a lunch meeting on Wednesday.....pretty much his entire week was booked besides Tuesday night. 

"Tuesday night staff meeting it is," I mumbled. Short notice, but Paul needed to sit everyone down and throw his ideas for the company on the table. I finished the email, wrote the staff meeting in his book and sent him the email for approval. I started to confirm appointments for him when my phone buzzed. It was Paul.

Paul Taylor: Brooke, could you please come to my office to discuss this email before we send it out?

I stood, hoping that he didn't find anything wrong, and headed to his office. I knocked on his office door softly. 

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Taylor?"

"Hey, come on in."

I stepped in his office and stood in front of his desk. He motioned for me to come behind his desk so I could read something on his laptop screen. I walked behind the desk, stood next to his chair and looked at the document on the screen. It said simply:

SPREAD YOUR LEGS.

I looked down at him with a look of confusion and he smiled.

"Do it, Brooke. Open your legs for me."

I hesitated, looking out of his office into the rows of cubicles and people wandering around, busy with their workloads. 

"Brooke. No one is going to know what is going on. I told you to trust me." he said sternly.

I took a deep breath and slowly stepped apart. He wasted no time in sliding his left hand directly up my skirt and inserting his thick middle finger straight into my pussy. 

"Mmmmph!" I moaned quietly. 

"Quiet, baby. No one will know as long as you're quiet." he said.

He slowly pushed his finger as deep as he could into me. Slowly, pumping it in and out as I stood as still as possible, trying to look interested in this pretend email. 

"That's it, Brooke." He slid an additional finger into me. I let out a deep sigh. My legs were starting to tremble, but I needed more. Keeping his right hand on the computer, he clicked something and a picture popped up on the screen. It was me. In his Car. His hand in my girl-cum covered pussy. I moaned a little louder. I had been so wrapped up in what he'd been doing to me in the car earlier, I had no idea he had snapped any pictures. He was showing me a picture of a woman that I didn't even recognize. Passionate, orgasm starved, completely at his sexual mercy. In a word, I looked hot. And being a voyeur to our own sexual experience earlier only made me wetter. 

"Oh my God, Mr. Taylor." I breathed.

"Look how beautiful you are, Brooke. You like it when my fingers are in you, don't you? Is this what you want?" He pumped his fingers as hard as he could without being obvious. 

"No, Sir. I want more. Pleeease. I need more." I begged.

Paul slipped his fingers out of me and let them wander up a little higher. His wet fingers probed at my asshole. He was rubbing and pressing firmly as I tried desperately to control my breathing. My eyes kept darting between the picture of my wet, splayed sex on the screen to the door, making sure no one would enter without us realizing it. 

My senses were on overload. I needed to get off. I needed him to push me over the edge because I couldn't make myself jump. Not here. Not in the office with my coworkers just a few yards away. It was as if he could read my mind.

"Come on. Let me get you off. Just relax and let me do this." he whispered. He pushed his finger into my asshole, pushing until he couldn't go any deeper. I bit my lip and did my best to stifle a groan. I could hear his breathing increasing. I glanced down and realized that although it was still in his pants, he had a firm grip on his dick, pulling on it in sync with the rhythm of his finger in my ass. 

"Oh...finger my ass harder, Sir. Please."

"Fuck, Brooke..." he moaned as he increased his speed. I made sure no one was paying attention and I reached down and rubbed my clit furiously. It took me all of 10 seconds to climax, hard, as my body contracted tightly around the finger in my tight hole. My pussy spasmed and dripped wetness onto my thighs. Forcing myself to stay calm and quiet only made things more erotic. 

I heard him moan as he pulled his finger out of my body. 

"God damn. I am going to destroy your tight little body the first chance I get, Brooke." he groaned as he cleaned his hands off. 

I straightened myself up and took a deep breath. 

"And when will that be, Sir? I'm not sure how long I'll be able to wait anymore. This teasing...it's incredible, but I'm going to go crazy." I whimpered. 

"All in good time, baby. We're just getting started" he said with a knowing grin.

Not wanting him to let him see me melt into a puddle of emotional and sexual need, I smoothed out my skirt and turned to walk out of his office. I reached his door and turned back over my shoulder. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?" I asked sweetly.

"No. I think we're done... for now. I might need you to hang around for a few minutes after work tonight, though. I have a dinner meeting, but I have a few things to review with you before I leave. Could I ask you to stay a little late?" he leaned back in his chair, pressed his fingers together and grinned. 

"Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. Whatever you need." I said. As I turned to exit, a coworker was headed into Paul's office with a question. 

"Oh...I'm sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back, Mr. Taylor...?"




My New Boss Ch. 03



"No, come on in. We're done for now," he nodded at me professionally. "I'll message you with more details, Ms. Kelley." 

"Yes, Sir." I smiled at my coworker and left his office and headed to the bathroom to clean up for the second time that afternoon...and for what I assumed wouldn't be the last. 



My New Boss Ch. 04



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

Pulling on my pants, I left her there for a little while. No, I didn't leave her unattended for long. Like I said, she was my new fuck toy, so I did care for her staying healthy.

I went out to the outer office to make a call. I knew someone who would find this evolving situation interesting. And, those who he would bring with him might stimulate even more fun.

My invitation accepted, I waited for their arrival. Soon, a call came from the phone at the downstairs door. It was James. He had arrived and he brought some friends with him. I had to go down and let them in. 

When I opened the door, I saw not just James, but also Rita and Lucy. I couldn't conceal the smile on my face. Lucy was special. "Hello, Lucy. It's so nice that you could join us." 

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad, as well." 

I looked at James, and he rolled his eyes. "I know you don't like that Sir business, man, but she just can't help herself, sometimes. Lucy, I told you he doesn't care for that stuff."

I laughed at James' fake scolding, and assured Lucy that she could call me whatever she wished. "And, Rita, so nice to see you again, too. I hope you will find this evening a lot of fun."

"It sounds like great fun, for sure. I couldn't pass it up."

We rode the elevator up to the exec floors. I lead everyone down the darkened halls to my little fuck nest. Rita and Lucy were both switches, although Rita was more Domme, and Lucy more submissive. They were both very bi oriented. They lived together with James. Yes, James was a lucky man.

We walked into the office where my little captive was waiting. When she heard us enter, she attempted to see where the new voices were coming from. I walked over to her, and grabbed her hair again to pull her up.

Standing behind my new slut, I introduced her to the new party members. "Fuck toy, meet Lucy, Rita and James. They are good friends of mine, and, they are going to become your good friends, too. I told you I was going to call some friends? I think you will soon find them well educated in the uses of a fuck toy like you. And, because they are easy on the eyes, you should have no trouble submitting to them. But, if you need to be told, think of them as you do me. Do as you are told, and I will reward you. It's as simple as that. Now, back to your position."

I shoved her back over the chair. She groaned her disapproval, but she had no choice. I looked at my guests. They all had smiles on their faces. 

James had a very large grin that didn't seem it would go away for a while. "Man, when you told me, I guess it didn't register. But, you were right. This is going to be a party."

"You know I don't mince words, James. Did you bring everything I asked for?"

"Oh, yeah. And, Rita added some things she wanted, too."

"Fine. That's fine. I'm glad you all could come to the party. First, I think the toy needs a little cleaning up. Would you girls be so kind as to take care of that? That door right there is a bathroom. I think she should show my guests how pretty she can be."

Rita and Lucy took charge of cleaning the toy. Rita grabbed her hair, pulled her head up and roughly cleaned her face with a wash cloth while Lucy did the same with her ass. Lucy was inquisitive at what she might be allowed to do with my toy. She closely examined her used ass hole. "Might we be allowed to take her in any way we wish, Sir? She looks more than ready, the way she is wiggling about."

"Of course, Lucy. This is a party, after all. Party favors are for any and all guests. I'm sure my toy will be more than happy to oblige your requests."

Lucy's eyes widened. She licked her index finger and probed it into the sore ass of my toy. The toy didn't disappoint me. Her reaction was quite impressive. Lucy smiled and stuck her tongue out in a look of lust. "Oh, my. She's a tight little thing, and responsive, too. James, I think I might be Domme Lucy tonight, if that's all right."

"Of course it's all right, sweetie," replied James. "You are free to be whatever you want. But, I know you have a strong submissive side. Don't hide that from us tonight. OK?"

Lucy smiled. "Yes, James. Of course."

I decided it was time to get the party going. All of the guests were in attendance and the party girl was getting cleaned up. "Rita? Lucy? Is our toy clean and presentable?"

Both ladies answered that she was. I walked over to my toy and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "So, bitch, the party is starting. Like I said, I'm sure my friends will show you a good time. But, be sure you do the same for them. Remember what I've told you."

She turned her head and looked me in the eye. Her eyes were glassy and full of lust. The gag in her mouth made her expression look so submissive. She had a look that any man would love to see in his woman's eyes. Hunger was there, and that need to please was there. I felt my cock twitch, as I patted her on the head. "Time for fun, slut."

I raised up and looked over the scene. "Who wants to start? Come on, girls. Don't be shy. She's yours for the taking. I've had her ass and mouth. I think she's going to be a pleasurable fuck toy for each of you. If she isn't, be sure and take her to task for it."

Rita walked over to the bag they brought with them. As she unzipped the bag, her eyes stayed on my fuck toy. Then, she looked to me, as if to ask my approval when she pulled an item from the bag. I smiled at her choice. "Of course, Rita. I think that's a fine way to start off."

What Rita had chosen was a simple leather whip. It was about two feet long and very thin at the business end. Nothing really nasty, unless you were on the receiving end of it and Rita was on the giving end. Rita was educated in its use to achieve the desired affect.

James and I leaned on the desk and watched Rita take charge. James had said she’d brought some toys for her own special brand of fun. It looked like we were going to get a quick taste of that.

Pacing slowly around my fuck toy, Rita kept testing the whip by whipping the air with it. This caused a tormenting sound all its own to fill the room. She knew what she was doing. She not only had the toy's attention, but she had everyone's attention. "Even if this whip is never used, just that sound can be enough to achieve any desired response. Don't you think, Lucy?"

Lucy's face lit up, and she smiled, knowingly. She joined Rita in the toy's mental torment. "Oh, yes, Rita. Absolutely! I can imagine the feelings that sound can stir deep within the mind of a woman bound like this."

"You speak from personal experience, don't you, Lucy."

"Yes, I do."

Rita continued to walk around the squirming woman bound over the chair. She gently tapped the whip on various parts of the toy's body. She stopped as she got directly behind her, and stood there, silently taking in the view. She walked to the side of the chair, and stood there, too. Then, she went back behind, again. 

Rita was a creative planner, and some of her creations were very interesting to watch. I knew she was planning something by the way she was sizing up the situation. Then, all of the sudden she looked like she'd won the Lottery or something. "Lucy, I have an idea, and I think you are going to like it. Get that other chair and bring it over here, will you, sweetie?"

Lucy walked over to the chair matching the black leather chair that was being used to keep our slut in position. "This one?" she asked. 

"Yes, sweetie. Bring it over here and slide the front of it up against this one. James, there are some Velcro straps in the bag. Will you get me a couple of them, please?"

James opened the bag, and found the requested straps. He handed them to Lucy, as she pushed the chair by us. Lucy smiled at me, as she went by. I was just leaning against the desk, watching the plan unfold. James returned, but instead of leaning, he decided to sit on the desk. It was a good idea, so I joined him. There we were, front row center, and the show was about to begin.

Lucy moved the chair into place. Rita took one strap and wrapped the front leg of the two chairs tightly together on one side, and told Lucy to do the same on the other side. This kept the chairs from sliding apart. She looked at Lucy and then at the chairs, then back at Lucy, again. "Lucy, how would you like to have her face between your legs for a while?"

"Oh, Yes. That sounds like fun."

"OK, then. Why don't you strip down and sit there, right in front of her. Scrunch down, so your ass is right where her head is. See what I mean?"

Lucy quickly removed her clothes. I had never seen such a sexy sight in my whole life. If speed stripping were an Olympic event, Lucy would win the gold. She got out of that T-shirt and shorts in nothing flat. She had her mind on a tongue bath.

I couldn't resist the temptation of commenting. This girl was the cutest thing...I was in lust. "No panties, Lucy? You're such a naughty girl. Sexy, but very naughty."

Lucy looked at me, from her choice spot in front of our party toy. She smiled and flashed her pretty eyes. "I so love being naughty, Sir."

My cock had been semi hard since her arrival, but it was going to be hard as a rock very soon, if she kept pimping me like that.

Rita watched as Lucy positioned herself in the chair. "That's right, girl. Now, scoot up and get her face into position. Lock your legs around her neck, so you can get a good grip on her."

Lucy's face was all smiles. She knew what was coming next, and she was the recipient. But, I was beginning to see the picture, too. Watching it was going to be almost as much fun.

Rita went back to swishing the whip through the air. She resumed her walk around the chair, waiting for Lucy to get into position. "Now...um." She looked over at me. "Does this toy have a name? What do I call her?"

"Oh, whatever suits you is fine with me. Bitch works, and so does slut. I've been using fuck toy. That's the one I think fits the best."

"Fuck toy? Oh, I like fuck toy. OK, fuck toy, you can see that our Miss Lucy has positioned herself so you can service her pretty pussy. But, you also know I have this whip. This is the plan. Lucy and I are very close. You are going to show me your skill at pleasing her. She's primed and ready, but don't forget that I'm controlling this show. The quicker she cums, the better for you. Because, if you don't make her happy, I start using this whip."

James lightly elbowed me in the side. "This is where Rita excels. If this could be bottled..."

Rita turned and smiled. "Quiet, please. I'm working."

James pretended to cower to her control. "Of course, Rita. Please continue."

Returning to her 'work' Rita continued. "As I was saying, Lucy and I are very close. I can tell when she is enjoying something and when she isn't. So, I will be able to tell when you are doing a good job and when you aren't. Your problem will be listening to my commands, satisfying Lucy, and don't forget this whip in my hand. I'll be using it to speed you along."

Lucy was beside herself, listening to what was about to happen. She fidgeted in place, like she was about to ride a roller coaster, and she was ready to go. But, Rita had to make sure the fuck toy knew the score. She walked up and spoke to the head wedged between Lucy's legs. "Do you understand the game, slut?" 

Lucy was getting impatient. "She can't answer, until we take the gag from her mouth. 

"No," Rita shouted. "Not until I say. That gag is there for a reason."

From her confused expression, it was obvious Lucy didn't understand Rita's intentions. Nor did James or I, for that matter. But, Lucy was so close to getting some, she had to know. "But, how can I get her tongue where I want it, with the gag in her mouth?"

"Well, Lucy, she isn't going to use her tongue to satisfy you. This slut is going to use her nose."

With that, Rita gave the toy a swift crack on her ass with the whip. The toy jerked and tried to rise up, but Lucy was secure in the saddle. Grabbing two handfuls of hair, she shoved the slut's face into her pussy and humped against it. "Weeeeeeeeee!"

Rita smiled how Lucy expressed her understanding of the plan. She knew she would enjoy it. The toy's nose was buried in Lucy's sex and it looked like Lucy was riding a bucking bronco.

Lucy was taking charge, rubbing that nose on her clit, and shoving it as far into her pussy as it would go. The toy was whimpering and making all sorts of strange muffled sounds as her nose went where it had never been before.

Rita was watching Lucy, as she skillfully used the fuck toy's nose on her clit. She rubbed it from side to side, and she even started humping that slut's ball gagged mouth, trying to get something hard inside her.

Taking charge away from Lucy, Rita decided to whip the toy's ass a few times to remind her who was the boss. That little whip left thin red marks that were a nice contrast to the welts from the crop. Her creamy white complexion was showing each mark, quite well. 

She felt them, too. It was obvious from how she jerked and thrashed about after each one. But, Lucy was keeping her bridled. She kept getting a better grip on her with fists of hair. And, Lucy's legs kept the toy from thrashing too much. But, it was fun to see sweet Lucy shoving that slut's face into her pussy. Each time she was successful, Lucy would let out a squeal of pleasure.

Rita told the toy to do a better job, if she didn't want to get whipped harder. "Make Lucy cum, bitch. Shove that nose into her pussy. Rub it roughly on her clit. Let her put your face where she wants it. The quicker she cums, the quicker I stop whipping your ass."

Lucy was doing the best she could. It seemed like a lot of hard work, but it was sure fun to watch. That slut's ass squirmed every time Rita whipped it, and Lucy rode her face for all it was worth. It was all such a sexy combination of things.

Finally, Rita told Lucy to take the gag out of the slut's mouth so she could use her tongue. Lucy was more than happy to free that tongue. She didn't even lose hold on her head. Lucy soon started feeling that tongue inside her pussy, and licking on her clit. The slut even started sucking on her clit to get her to cum. Lucy was mumbling incoherent things, as her clit was continuously sucked and licked. 

Rita increased the whipping, emphasizing each one with the command to suck Lucy's clit hard. Lucy started gasping for air. Her breathing was short, when she was breathing at all. "God, yes. Bite me, slut. Bite my pussy lips. Give it to me. I can take it. Oh, God...geez. Yes! Oh, yeah! More...more."

Rita was really getting into the control. She knew Lucy was close, but she wasn't going to let the slut know. "Give it to her good, you bitch, if you know what's good for you. Make her cum, or this ass whipping gets worse. Use that tongue. Use those teeth. Bite her cute little clit, bitch. Bite her. She likes the pain."

Lucy started convulsing, but she had a death grip on the slut's head. That mouth was her pleasure and she wasn't going to let go. She started moaning. She yelled for Rita to whip the bitch so she could cum. "Give it to her, Rita. I want to cum. Make her bite me. Bite my clit, hard. Oh, God, yes, do it. Do it. Whip her for me. Whip her good."

Rita did just that. She whipped the slut's ass hard, making her scream in pain. But, she got the hint and finally bit Lucy's clit hard and held it between her teeth. Lucy screamed that she was cumming. She couldn't speak, but screamed in total bliss while cumming hard. She held the slut's face against her pussy, and drenched her with her cum. Rita stopped whipping the toy's ass, just as Lucy said she was cumming. James and I were both speechless. It was quite a show and incredibly sexy. My cock was hard as a rock.

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My New Boss Ch. 04



I spent the majority of that Monday afternoon, just waiting for work to end. I'd try to distract myself with paperwork, but with little success. My mind was completely focused on Paul and fantasies of what he had in store for me once all of the other employees had left for the night. 

I wondered if he'd take me on top of my desk, or maybe he'd bend me over his. I had no idea with this man. He was unpredictable and he left me in a constant state of arousal. I had never been so absent minded at work. I simply could not focus. I found myself staring at the clock on my computer, wishing away the minutes. Occasionally, we'd catch each other's eye. He'd wink or smile, some small gesture to let me know that I was still on his mind. They were very small signals compared to all of the action we'd already engaged in earlier, but they kept the flame of excitement lit within me. It let me know that our fun had truly just begun.

Finally around 4:30, people started to slowly leave for the day. No one had exactly the same schedule, but most people arrived between 8-9am and left between 4-5pm each day. As people started leaving, I tried to make myself seem very busy, as if I would be lucky to get out of there on time. Dayna tapped on my desk as she slipped her jacket on. 

"Hey girl, you going to be stuck here for awhile? Or is that handsome new boss of ours going to slam you?" 

I nearly choked. "S-slam me?!" I stuttered. 

"Ha. Yeah....with work? What did you think I meant?" she grinned mischievously.

"Oh, nothing. Yeah, it looks like I'm going to be swamped with work for awhile, until he gets settled in and everything calms down. There are a bunch of new potential clients on the books. He has a lot on his plate." I replied, not wanting to give the office gossip anything to be suspicious of.

"Looks like more work for the rest of us, then. Oh well. What else is new? You want to meet us for a drink? A few of us are headed over to Chuckie's for Sharon's birthday."

I glanced up into Paul's office. He was chatting on his phone, looking out the floor to ceiling glass window behind his desk. It looked like storm clouds were rolling in, which was typical for Seattle, especially this time of year. I could see a quick flash of lightening several miles away. I looked back at Dayna.

"That sounds great, but I really am busy. Tell you what, if I get out of here in enough time and if the weather holds out, I'll give you a call. If I don't get ahold of you, I was probably too tired. Busy Monday, after all." I smiled at her. "Tell Sharon I said 'Happy Birthday' for me, ok?" 

Dayna tapped my desk. "Sounds good. Don't work too hard, ok?" She glanced up and waved at Paul. I turned around and saw him staring. He waved politely at Dayna and continued his phone call. 

"God, that man is gorgeous. What I wouldn't give...." she let her words trail off and wandered towards the elevator. 

I grinned to myself. All of the women in this office were dying for the chance to get with our boss, and I was just minutes away from getting exactly what everyone else wanted. My pulse was quickening with each employee that filed out of the office. I smiled at most, said goodbye to others. One by one, they left, leading me one step closer to finally getting what I needed from Paul. 

Finally around 5:20, the last two employees stepped onto the elevator. I watched as the doors pressed together and looked around. No one. An empty office. The cleaning crew wasn't set to arrive until after 9pm, and Paul's dinner was still more than an hour away. This was it. I felt my skin start to tingle. Paul was still on some kind of important call, so I excused myself to the restroom, in hopes of gathering my composure.

I stepped in and stared at myself in the mirror. Given all of my activity today, my makeup had held up pretty well and wasn't in need of any touch-ups. I smoothed out my hair and straightened my clothes. Glancing at my reflection, I decided that undoing just one more button on my blouse wasn't going to hurt anything. No one was here...just the man whose hands I was desperate to have on my body. Why not give him a little extra eye candy? That was why he made me go braless all day anyway. 

I popped open another button, letting a deep 'V' form in my shirt. It was open to the base of my ribcage, held together just enough to keep my breasts from popping out. My nipples ached from being aroused all afternoon and my pussy was getting more and more damp with each passing minute. I smiled at my image in the mirror and gave a silent prayer of thanks that this man had become my boss. I knew I was in for some fun and I couldn't wait any longer.

I exited the restroom and walked straight to Paul's office. His call had ended, but he was typing on his laptop when I knocked lightly on the door. He looked up. He didn't smile. He didn't say a word. He simply closed his laptop, stood up and put his hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders pushed back, his head down...he was the picture of masculinity. I literally shuddered. His charisma was intoxicating. 

I swallowed. "You wanted me to stay late, Sir?" 

He blinked heavily and a slow grin spread over his face. He nodded. As if it were scripted, a flash of lightening split the sky behind him. It felt like a warning. Like I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me. 

"What would yo...." I started when he interrupted me by holding up his hand. 

"Don't talk, Brooke. Just come here." he said gently.

I slowly stepped into the room and walked towards his desk. Once I reached him, he held his hands out for mine and spun me around, pressing his chest against my back. Paul leaned down and swept my hair off of the left side of my neck and inhaled my scent. My eyes closed and I instinctively whimpered. He pulled my shirt out from my skirt and let his hands roam over my body. He slid his thick fingers down my hips, then across my pelvis. I started shaking from the anticipation. 

"Ohhh, Mr. Taylor. I have wanted this all day," I moaned. I could feel him smile against my neck, his 5 o'clock shadow tickling my skin. 

"Me too. Now hush." he commanded.

I pressed my lips together and let his hands continue their journey. I could hear a soft trickle of rain hitting the window. The only light on in his office was a soft desk lamp. The darkness outside was overpowering his office now and the shadows of the falling raindrops danced on the walls, the floor and across our bodies. He slowly dragged his hands across my stomach and up my breasts, squeezing firmly, then releasing them almost immediately. I groaned with need. 

"Please, Mr. Tay.." He firmly grabbed my throat. Hard, but not too hard. 

"Brooke. I said to be quiet. Now do it." he ordered. "Unless you're moaning with pleasure, I don't want to hear a sound, unless I tell you to. Understood?" 

I nodded slowly.

"Good girl. Now...where was I?" he said softly.

He reached to the front of my shirt and slowly started unfastening the remaining three buttons. Soon, my shirt was being peeled off of my shoulders. I felt him throw it over the back of his chair. He bent down behind me and kissed the back of my neck, then kissed lower between my shoulder blades. I tried desperately not to make a sound, just to focus on the sensations he was stirring inside of me. The rain picked up harder and was now beating against the window. I was thankful for the additional noise because it helped to drown out my uneven, shaky breathing. I felt his fingers grasp the zipper on the back of my skirt. He lowered it slowly until I could feel it start to slide down my hips, past my knees and to the floor. 

"Step out of your skirt, Brooke." he said calmly.

I did as he said. He reached down to pick up my skirt and it soon joined my shirt on his chair. He stayed on his knees behind me and kissed up my legs, from the backs of my knees, up my thighs to the tops of my lace stockings. I shuddered as I felt his tongue drag across my skin. His hands gripped my hips and he turned me around slowly. 

I looked down at Paul through heavy eyelids. The silhouette of the rain was dancing across his face. His mouth was just inches from my dripping pussy. I bit my lip to keep from begging him for more. He could see my struggle.

"Ok Brooke....talk to me. What do you want, baby?" he grinned, knowing full well what I wanted.

"Oh GOD. Please Mr. Taylor. Please lick my pussy." I pleaded.

He smiled and brought his face even closer to my hot sex. I could feel his breath against my overly sensitive flesh. 

"How bad do you want this?"

"I don't want this, Mr. T-T-Taylor. I neeeeeed this. Now. Please." I whined. 

His tongue reached out and dragged across my outer lips. I nearly convulsed at the sensation. I moaned loudly. He flattened his tongue and rubbed it back and forth, stimulating every nerve in it's path. He stood up suddenly. 

"Wait...no. Don't stop, please!" I said in a daze. 

He laughed softly. "I'm not baby. I want you on my desk. Sit up there and bring your gorgeous ass to the edge." 

I quickly complied and sat on the edge of his desk. I spread my knees as wide as I could get them. He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his warm hands on the insides of my thighs. I let out an unsteady breath as he trailed his tongue up and down my wet slit. He circled around my pussy with the tip of his tongue, stopping occasionally to suck on my lips. He was slowly working me into a frenzy. My hips started to rock against his face. I needed more. I put my hand in his hair and pulled slightly, dropping my head back, my long dark hair tumbling down my back. I couldn't believe what was happening. My older, impossibly sexy boss was eating me out on top of his desk. I groaned loudly. I felt him smile against my pussy. He kissed on top of my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. It was exactly what I needed. 

"Oh yesss. Please Sir. Please suck my clit.' I moaned. I looked down at this man. This gorgeous man with my wetness all over his face. It made my body quake with need. I watched him pull my pussy apart, exposing my clit completely. He smiled that incredible smile, as if he couldn't wait to get my flesh into his mouth. I pleaded with him once more as he hovered above my pussy. 

"I can't take this. Please. Just suck on me. I need you to. Oh, God, Paaaaul...." my hips bucked towards his face and he wasted no time. His mouth latched onto my clit. His tongue washed over me and continued to lash at my sensitive clitoris. I could feel it building quickly. My orgasm was just seconds away. My hips pushed against his face and my hands held tightly against the back of his head. 

"Oh yeah, I'm almost...uuuhhh...almost there. Yesss!" I groaned as he reached up and latched his fingers onto my nipples and pulled tightly. It was the push I needed. I screamed with relief as my orgasm crashed into my body, causing me to fall back onto my elbows, my body arched up towards the ceiling. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my veins, one after another as I rode my climax to it's completion. Paul never let up. He let my wetness wash over his face and in his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue away from me. I shivered on top of his desk, papers scattered beneath me. 

I tried to calm my breathing as I listened to the soft thunder outside his window. I struggled to open my heavy eyelids to look up at the beautiful man, towering above me. 

"Hey beautiful." he grinned, my arousal glistening on his face.

I couldn't speak. I just shook my head and smiled. 

He leaned down and kissed my lower stomach. I felt his soft, facial hair scratching against my skin. I shuddered. He kissed his way up my stomach and between my breasts. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them up above my head, stretching my body. He leaned down and whispered softly into my ear.

"Think you're ready for my cock now, baby?"



My New Boss Ch. 05



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. 

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James got down off the desk, and started over to the girls. I started to get down, but when Rita saw James, she stopped him. Obviously, she wasn't finished with her fun, and sent James back to the desk.

I smiled at James, when he hopped back up on the desk. "We gonna need more popcorn?" I joked.

James laughed and nodded his head. "It looks like it. Not that she controls me at home, but when Rita's on a roll, it's best to let her continue."

Rita walked over to the bag, and reached inside. She pulled out a strap-on. She looked back at Lucy and the fuck toy. Both were still catching their breath. Looking back into the bag, she reached in again, and pulled out a dildo to attach to the strap-on. "Lucy, are you getting your strength back?"

Lucy looked over at Rita and gave her a weakened smile. "I'm trying. What have you got in mind?"

Holding up the strap-on, Rita walked over to the reclining Lucy. "Get up on your knees. It's time for some thrusting."

Lucy slowly unwrapped herself from the slut's face and got up onto her knees. Rita handed her the dildo and strap-on. Fitting it together, Lucy laced her legs through and pulled it on. I don't go for the strap-on thing, myself, but Lucy sure looked sexy. She looked over at James and stroked it, like it was part of her. Her smile was intoxicating.

Rita looked down at the fuck toy. She was whimpering, softly. Her face was wet with Lucy's cum, and she was breathing through her mouth. She looked worn out. Rita patted her ass. She felt the red welts the whip had made. The slut's whimpering changed to cries of pain. "Oh, poor baby's ass is sore. Not having fun, slut? Well, don't you worry. The fun's not over. You've got more fun on the way. Lucy has a hard on, and she wants you to suck it. I want you to suck it, too. That means you want to suck it. Do you understand? Open your submissive mouth and take it in. Lucy will do the rest.

Obviously tired, the slut tried to raise her head. Rita saw that and didn't like that her command wasn't being followed. "Don't think you can relax, just yet, slut. This is my time and my time is valuable. Let's get with it."

Rita grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the slut's face up to Lucy's bouncing cock. The kneeling Lucy inched up to meet her, so the tip of the dildo was right in front of the toy's nose.

In a mean monotone voice, Rita told the girl to open her mouth and keep her teeth out of the way. "This is a cock, just like any other cock. And, any time a cock is put in front of you, you will offer your open mouth."

Lucy grabbed handfuls of hair and took charge of the slut's head. "Open up, bitch. Take my cock in. I'm gonna fuck your mouth."

James chuckled when he heard Lucy's forceful commands. "Shit. Rita has Lucy taking charge, too. I feel kind of sorry for the fuck toy." He then looked over at me. I was confused, at hearing him say that. He saw my expression and laughed. "I'm only kidding, of course."

Rita smiled as she watched Lucy give it to the fuck toy. She liked to see her enjoying herself. She watched for a while, then walked over to the bag again. Inside, she found another strap-on and dildo. I was impressed when I saw that. "Man, Rita came prepared, didn't she."

James agreed. "Shit, I knew she brought one strap-on, but I didn't know she brought two. Cool. Looks like we're gonna see bookends and that fuck toy is gonna be the book."

It sure looked like James was right. Lucy was already on one end, and it looked like Rita was getting ready to do the other end, very soon. She fit it all together and pulled it on. It was an exact copy of the one Lucy was wearing, but somehow it looked meaner with Rita wearing it.

She lubed it up good, while her eyes were on the fuck toy's wiggling body. As she walked over there, that thing bounced up and down. Like I said, it just seemed meaner with Rita wearing it.

She walked up behind the slut, and pressed the head of the dildo against her ass hole. "Hold her steady, Lucy. I don't think this bitch is gonna like this." She tightly grabbed the slut's cuffed wrists and looked Lucy in the eye, and smiled. "But, I'm gonna love it."

Rita thrust forward, forcing the dildo into the toy's ass. This caused the slut's body to tense and jerk in reaction. But, because her legs were bound, and she was bent over the chair back, her torso was all that moved. Lucy had a good hold on her hair, and had little trouble keeping her grip. It was obvious to me that the slut was trying to protest another invasion of her ass, but Rita and Lucy didn't care. They were having fun, and that was all that mattered at the moment.

Lucy looked at Rita, and they both smiled. Each one was taking charge of a different part of the tormented slut, forcing her to take it. Lucy still had a sure grip on the slut's hair, thrusting into her mouth with her strap-on. Rita was now driving her strap-on into the slut's tight ass. I looked down at my new fuck toy's bound feet. Each time Rita thrust that dildo into her ass, those feet flexed. That was really all the movement she could accomplish, from the waist down.

James and I watched this show for several minutes. Sometimes Rita would slow down, and deliberately shove the strap-on hard, and sometimes she would give her quick ramming stokes. Lucy was having trouble keeping her eyes on her own fun. She liked watching Rita's power thrusts.

Rita looked at Lucy and smiled. Lucy stuck her tongue out and flicked it at Rita. Rita told Lucy to take hold of the slut's handcuffed wrists and pull on them. This forced the toy's body toward Lucy as much as possible. Then, Rita grabbed a handful of the slut's hair and pulled her head back. This allowed Lucy to thrust straight into her mouth. This also brought Lucy and Rita closer. Rita leaned over towards Lucy. "Give me your tongue. Stick it in my mouth. I want it."

Lucy leaned over and stuck her tongue out. Rita sucked it into her mouth with a moan. That caused Lucy to squeal, but neither of them lost their rhythm. That fuck toy was living up to her name.

I was entranced by what I was seeing. Rita was slamming into her ass, and sweet Lucy was fucking her mouth. The way she was bound over that chair, and the way Rita and Lucy were sucking each other's tongue, that slut was making at least four people happy. Rita and Lucy, obviously, but James and I were happily watching, too. 

It made me want to join in. And, the thought of that gave me an excellent idea. "James, Rita brought two strap-ons. Tell me you have two sets of handcuffs in that bag."

As James looked at me, the corners of his mouth slowly formed a smile. The dominant wheels started to turn in his own head. "Yes, I think there are two. Let me check." James walked over to the bag and soon pulled out two shiny metal sets of handcuffs. Holding them up for my inspection, I smiled. 

I grabbed one set and we both talked over to where Lucy and Rita were still vigorously pumping the slut. After silently negotiating with James, I walked over behind Lucy, and he walked over behind Rita. They were so involved in controlling the toy's movement and sucking each other's tongues that they didn't even notice we were there.

I motioned for James to follow my lead, and we both leaned over the girl in front of us and locked the cuffs around their wrists. I waited for James to secure Rita's wrists, and I then looped the cuffs from Lucy's left wrist, around the chain between Rita's wrists and then back to Lucy's right wrist, so both girls were locked together. This action forced them to lean forward. Their strap-ons were still deep inside the slut's body. Lucy and Rita were struggling slightly, testing their new position and anticipating what might happen next.

Lucy turned her head and looked at me with those lovely warm eyes. Her eyes then went down to my crotch and saw the bulge forming in my pants. Her eyes then returned to mine. She had a renewed look of lust on her face. Her eyes continued looking into mine, as she stuck her tongue out to wet her lips. I watched that tongue as it skillfully made its way around the surface of her sexy lips. Then, forming her mouth into a pout, Lucy voiced her curiosity. "Just what do you two have in mind, Sir?"

"Oh, just a little added fun, is all."

Her whole face lit up, as she smiled. "I can see that, from the bulge forming in your pants. I must say, I'm very pleased to see it's you standing behind me, Sir."

"Now, Lucy...you didn't think I would let you go home without our getting together, did you?"

"Mmmmmm. I hoped not."

I reached down and patted her cute little ass. "The party continues, sweetie."

My thoughts were interrupted by James' voice calling to me. "Here. Make good use of this."

As I looked up, my eyes caught an object in the air. It just missed Lucy's head, and I grabbed it. It was a tube of lube. I looked over to see that he had one just like it and was already putting it to good use. Naked from the waist down, he was liberally coating his hard cock. Rita was watching him closely. Her Domme attitude was changing. Both she and Lucy were wiggling their asses, inviting whatever James and I had in mind.

With the girls cuffed together, Lucy's strap-on was going deep down the throat of the slut. She was gagging, it was so deep. Lucy looked down and quickly pulled back with her hips. I was watching from behind as Lucy shoved her ass back. "Oh, yeah, baby. Push that ass back at me, and tell me you want it."

Lucy looked back at me with a strange look. "Huh? I'm just trying not to make the slut pass out. Nechrophilia isn't my thing."

"Well, when you thrust that pretty ass back at me like that, I get ideas."

Lucy laughed, as she tried to explain. "My strap-on was choking the slut. I quickly pulled back, when I saw it. I'm trying not to kill this bitch and you're standing behind me, ready to poke me, huh? I see where your mind is."

"Well, if you could only see your cute ass from my point of view, you'd understand." Lucy smiled and wiggled her ass at me. God, that was one nice little ass.

James was talking to Rita while I was looking at Lucy's ass. They were both ready to get on with the show. Rita's strap-on was still deep inside the fuck toy's ass. Rita and James were watching her squirm when Rita moved her own hips from side to side. Because it was so deep inside her, the tip of that fake cock was moving back and forth in the opposite direction of Rita's hips. The slut's ass hole gripped the shaft in spasms. Rita laughing when she saw it twitch. "I can't tell if this slut is controlling her ass hole, or her ass hole is controlling her."

James looked over and pointed to my crotch. "Get that thing lubed up, man. It's party time." He walked around behind Rita, as she watched and smiled. Lucy saw what James was doing and she turned to look at me. Just at that time, I was dropping my jeans to the floor. My hard cock was poking through the slit in my shorts. Lucy's eyes locked on it and she gasped. "Wow. Is that all for me, Sir? The head is so big."

I puffed up my chest and said with pride, "Yeah, baby, it's all yours. It's all yours."

Again, Lucy wiggled that ass at me. "Weeeeee!"

I took off my shorts and tossed them and my jeans to the side. I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my cock and rubbed it in. Lucy was watching and purring at what she saw. I looked at her and Rita. Their hands cuffed together, and the slut was literally impaled by their strap-ons. And, James and I were about to add to that slut's captivity.

I got up in the chair, and kneeled behind Lucy. She whimpered when my cock touched the crack of her ass. I was looking forward to it, too. Every time my cock touched her, it shot waves of passion through my body. I got between her spread legs and took hold of her hips. I felt her body shiver. 

James was doing the same with Rita, but he had to stand. I had a special connection because of the chairs. My feet were wedged against the back of one, so I could use it as leverage for thrusting. Lucy was going to get it full force.

I looked over at James. He had Rita's hips in his hands. Rita's face didn't have the same look as before. She and Lucy were looking into each other's eyes. They knew what was about to happen. We all knew what was about to happen. Well, all but the fuck toy. And, she would know soon enough.

James and I were in position. I watched as he began the countdown. When he got to three, we both thrust forward into the sweet ass of the woman in front of us. I watched Rita's eyes flutter as she let out a loud moan. James groaned as he pierced her asshole. Lucy squealed, as I held her hips still with my hands. I wish I had been able to watch her face as I slowly slid into cute, squirming ass. She sure had an expressive face.

I was in heaven. Her wrists were cuffed to Rita's. Her legs were pinned by mine against the sides of the chair. Her strap-on was again deep inside the fuck toy's mouth. She was being forced to accept it, as I fucked Lucy's ass. The same was happening on the other end of the slut. James was deep inside Rita's ass. Her strap-on was deep in the slut's ass. Then, we all started to fuck and be fucked. Of course, the fuck toy was just on the receiving end…or, should I say ends?

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My New Boss Ch. 05



Thunder rattled the glass. The storm was directly above us. Streaks of lightening dashed across our faces, illuminating them briefly. It took every ounce of effort I had to concentrate on Paul's face. He had just given me a soul shattering orgasm, and was standing here above me, offering me more. Offering me much more. Roughly 8 inches more, to be exact. I managed to focus my eyes on his. He stared into me, waiting on my reply.

"Yes, Sir. Please give me your cock." I answered softly. 

I wanted this. I needed this and I was going to make it happen.

I sat up and Paul positioned himself between my legs. I placed my hands on his chest and kissed his lips tenderly. I could taste my own arousal. I pulled back and loosened his tie, never breaking eye contact. I slowly lifted it up over his head and tossed it onto my pile of clothes on his chair. I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants. Then, starting at his neck, I released each button of his crisp, white dress shirt. His firm chest came into view. It had just a dusting of chest hair which I paused to run my fingers over. I smiled at him, then let my fingers continue their journey south. At last, I had pulled his entire shirt open. I leaned forward and kissed his chest. 

Paul sighed contently. Lightening streaked across the room as I looked up into his eyes. I took his left hand and kissed his palm, while unfastening his cuff. Then I picked up his right hand and slipped his index finger between my wet lips. I sucked on it gently as I released the final button. I could see his eyes darken. I let his finger glide slowly out of my mouth. He trailed it down my neck and between my breasts. 

I stood up and pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, throwing it on the growing pile of discarded clothing. He wrapped his big hands around my neck, lacing his fingers into my hair. He tilted my head back and sucked gently on my neck. I hummed with satisfaction. This man knew how to play my body like an instrument. He knew exactly how to touch and how to bring the pleasure out of me as if he had reached in my soul and grabbed it for himself.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Sir." I cooed softly. "Just tell me what you want from me."

"Mmmm. Brooke. I want everything from you," he said against my neck. "But why don't we start by getting my pants off?"

I pulled back and sank down to my knees as he kicked off his shoes. I became aware of the fact that I still had my thigh highs and heels on. It didn't matter. If Paul wanted them on, I'd leave them on. I placed my fingers on his belt and unfastened it quickly. I lowered his zipper and guided his pants down his muscular legs. The only thing that stood between my mouth and his erection was a thin pair of Calvin Klein's. His erection was bulging in his boxer briefs, just waiting to be freed. It occurred to me that this would be the first time I would be able to get him off. He'd already given me 3 orgasms today (4, counting the one I gave myself while thinking of him this morning), but I had yet to give him anything in return. He was running his fingers through my hair, breathing deeply, but steadily. As I kneeled at his feet behind his desk, I stared up into his eyes.

"What would you like me to do now, Sir?" I asked as I scratched my fingernails lightly up and down the backs of his thighs.

"Take it all off, Brooke." he grunted.

I reached up to the waistband of his briefs and pulled slowly. I could see the base of his heavy cock pushing downward as I pulled his underwear down. I was slowly revealing more and more of his beautiful dick to myself, as if I was unwrapping a gift. Finally his thick cock sprang free from it's confinement. I gasped as it brushed heavily against my cheek. 

"Oh Mr. Taylor. It's absolutely perfect." I whimpered. I continued to slide his underwear down his legs until he was able to kick it off to the side. I ran my eager hands over his hips and pelvis, slowly dragging my fingers behind him to grip his ass. 

"May I please suck your cock, Sir?" I asked. 

I saw him clench his jaw as he nodded his head. He was just as ready for this as I was. I had always enjoyed going down on a man, and I had always been told just how good I was at it, but I'm not sure that I had ever had the passion, the raw desire to swallow a cock as much as I had at that moment. 

Tentatively, I licked my lips and gave him major eye contact as I wrapped my lips tightly around the thick head of his cock. I felt his legs shake.

"Ohh, fuck...." he moaned. His grip on my hair tightened. My grip tightened on his ass.

I hummed softly around his flesh as I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his head. Slowly, I pushed my head lower and swallowed a few more inches, filling my mouth. I let it slide in and out smoothly a few times, my cheeks hollowing and filling repeatedly. I looked up at him and immediately found his eyes, staring back at me.

"Oh yes, Brooke. Oh baby...that's good. Can you go a little deeper, baby?" he asked cautiously.

Can I go a little deeper? I laughed inwardly. This man has no idea. I can deep throat like there's no tomorrow. I just held his gaze and nodded slowly, letting my tongue dance on the bottom of his thick shaft. 

With a gentle tilt of my head, I managed to slide his entire cock into my throat. It wasn't without effort, though. This man had the biggest cock I'd ever had the pleasure of sucking. I pulled back just a few inches and pushed back to the base. My saliva was keeping his cock fully lubricated and it easily glided between my thick lips over and over. I kept a steady pace, pulling back occasionally to catch my breath, only to swallow it whole again and again. I placed my hands on either side of his cock and pushed firmly as he thrust his hips forward against my face. I could feel his heavy balls swinging against my chin and neck, so I reached down and squeezed them gently. This, coupled with my deep throating sent Paul over the edge.

"Oh yes. Oh Brooke. That's it. Swallow my cock, Brooke." he grunted. 

I moaned softly. He released my hair from his grip and wrapped his hands around my jaw, holding it open and sliding his cock in and out. 

"Don't move, baby. Let me use your mouth..." he whispered.

I could feel the wetness dripping out of my pussy at this point. He tightly held my jaw open and pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat forcefully. 

"F-f-f-uuuck, baby." He pulled it out and a thick string of saliva kept his dick and my mouth linked together. I held perfectly still as he pushed his cock back in my mouth, letting my thick lips cover my teeth. Once again, he removed it completely. I added extra suction as his withdrew his member from my mouth.

"God, you look so beautiful like this, Brooke. Do you know how incredible you are?" he asked as he pushed it back in. I blinked heavily and moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft. He groaned and picked up speed. I clasped my hands behind my back and let him use my mouth however he wanted. This kind of passion, this intensity, is what I had been waiting all day for. I wanted him to use me in any way he wanted. If he wanted my mouth, that's exactly what he could have. 

I could taste his salty precum as he flexed his erection in my mouth. Finally, he pulled out completely. His dick twitched in front of me. 

"Brooke. I'm going to cum. I want you to swallow it. Every fucking drop of cum I give you, understand?" he said powerfully. 

I nodded up at him, anxious to finally get him off. 

"Use your hands, baby. Grab me and jerk that cum out of me." he groaned. 

I immediately got to work. I grabbed his cock with both hands, grasping it firmly and sliding them up and down his shaft, while keeping the head firmly between my lips. I let my mouth slide down further, pumping his cock as I went. I gradually increased my speed, sucking harder and I could feel him start to tense up. His hands grabbed the back of my head again. I could hear his breathing pick up.

"Oh Brooke...don't stop, baby. Almoooost..." 

I pounded his cock as hard as I could. I could feel him swell inside my mouth. The lewd sounds of his member being thrust into my wet mouth were only briefly interrupted by a loud rumble of thunder in the distance. I felt energized. I felt powerful. I needed to taste Paul. I doubled my efforts as I released my hands and pushed my lips all the way down his cock, letting my tongue press firmly into the patch of flesh where his cock and his heavy balls met. I let him explode directly into my hot throat. 

I heard him shout and grunt as I felt thick jets of cum shoot violently against the back of my tongue and throat. His hips punched forward as far as they could go. Miraculously, my gag reflex never kicked in and I was able to keep him there until he started to slide himself out of my mouth. His still-hard dick flexed and twitched in front of me. I slid my tongue up the sides of it to clean him off. I could see his abdomen convulsing in front of me. I gave the head of his dick one last slow kiss and sat back on my heels. 

I wiped a small bit of cum off of my lip and sucked it off of my finger. He was still breathing heavily as he reached down to lift me up. I stood on my uncertain legs. He noticed my lack of balance and held me at the waist. 

He smiled at me and leaned his forehead against mine. 

"That was the best head I've had. Hands down." he laughed softly. "I'm not sure that I've ever come that hard in my life, Brooke. You are incredible. God...I hope you know how amazing you are." He slid his hands from my waist to my ass. He gripped it tightly. I leaned into him and let his hands explore. He grabbed my left hip and let his other hand slide in between my firm cheeks as he kissed my shoulder. I could feel my wetness coating my thighs. 

Suddenly his cell phone rang. It broke our spell. I groaned as he reached to the desk to silence it. 

"Shit. I'm late for my dinner meeting. Dammit, I lost track of time. Brooke, don't hate me, but we're going to have to postpone the finale for a little while." he said reluctantly. 

I felt my heart sink. I was so aroused, there was no way I'd be able to wait days until we got another opportunity to be alone. I dropped my forehead to his chest and sighed. 

"Ok, I know. I understand. You need to get to your meeting." I tried not to look disappointed, but it read all over my face. He leaned down and pulled me against his body and I melted in his strong arms. I felt his soft chest hair press against my cheek and I inhaled his thick, manly scent. He leaned his head down and kissed me behind my ear, pausing briefly to suck softly on my earlobe before whispering, 

"Why don't you text me your address and I'll swing by on my way home. I shouldn't be late." he grinned. "We can pick up where we left off. What do you say?" 

I smiled broadly. "That sounds perfect, Sir."

"Great, I never thought I'd say this, but lets get dressed and get out of here. The sooner I get to this meeting, the sooner I can leave and get my hands back on this gorgeous body." he lightly smacked my ass. 

I laughed as he handed me my skirt. 

It took a few minutes for us both to reassemble ourselves, but finally we got everything we needed and headed for the elevator together. He sighed and kissed me on the head. 

"I can't wait to get you in bed, Brooke."

I sighed. This had been the longest Monday of my life. The next few hours were sure to take forever as I waited for him to finish with his meeting. I'd just have to wait and learn to embrace the idea of delayed gratification. Waiting for him would only heighten my arousal...if that was even possible. As I stood there with Paul, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what was in store for me in the hours ahead. 

I looked up into his beautiful eyes. 

"Me either, Sir." I replied softly. "Me either." 



My New Boss Ch. 06



This chapter is part of a continuing story.  Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such. 

Because Lucy and Rita were cuffed together, they were not able to move very much. When Lucy pulled against the cuffs, Rita was pulled forward, forcing her strap-on deep into the slut's ass. And, in return, when Rita pulled Lucy back, Lucy's strap-on was forced down into the slut's throat. 

But, that was only half of it. When I shoved my cock into Lucy's ass, that also forced her strap-on into the slut's throat. And, when James fucked Rita's ass, her strap-on went deep into the slut's tiny ass. So, there was a lot of pulling and pushing going on. I just couldn't get enough of Lucy's ass. I held her hips tightly, because she was getting into the whole thing quite a bit. She was now Domme and submissive. 

With the force from my fucking, her tummy was literally hitting the slut's nose. It was fun to watch her strap-on go into my fuck toy's mouth. That slut was really getting it good, and it was my thrusts forcing Lucy to give it to her. Her eyes were wide open and I could tell she was getting off on it all. Her lips had a tight grip on that fake dong Lucy had.

And, Rita was in the same situation as Lucy. But it was interesting to watch Rita get her ass fucked. I usually got to watch her be Domme, but because she was a switch, she did have her submissive side. Her expressions were different. I could tell she really loved James' cock in her ass. She tried not to lose her rhythm with the slut's ass, but her eyes told me that was second in her mind. That cock in her own ass was in control. She was submitting to James, completely.

The fuck toy was taking it all. There was not one person using her, but two. And, the two using her were also being used. That changed everything from her point of view, because James and I controlled the rhythm she experienced. Her mouth and ass were getting fucked by the reactionary spasms of Lucy and Rita. The fuck toy couldn't resist. Shit, she couldn't even complain. She was too busy.

She didn't know which way was up, or which way was down. All she knew was in and out. I didn't have the best view from where I was, but I could at least lean around Lucy and see the slut's face. It was fun to watch how she was forced to take Lucy's punishing thrusts. I could hear her whimper as Lucy's strap-on penetrated her mouth with those jerking strokes, and those jerking strokes were caused by my hard cock reaming Lucy's cute little ass. It was amazing.

And, if that wasn't enough, all I had to do was look over at Rita. Her face contorted into many faces of lust as James took her ass. She and Lucy were holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Lucy would stick her tongue out and Rita would try to suck on it. But, James' thrusts would get the best of her making her body jerk out of control. But, sometimes they would connect, and those girls would be locked in a tongue-sucking kiss that I could feel though Lucy's ass. 

I looked over at James. His eyes were shut most of the time. He was obviously enjoying himself as he pumped deep into Rita's ass. But, he was truly missing out on the sensuous show that I was seeing. I'm sure some of the sensations he was feeling had to be the same as mine. But, because his eyes were closed, he had no idea they might be caused by what Lucy was doing to Rita. And, when you think about it, what Rita was feeling was at least partly because of my cock in Lucy’s ass. 

Feelings of all were mingling together, each of us sharing my new fuck toy, in one way or another. And, my fuck toy was getting the best part of the deal, really. She tried to groan as Rita rammed her ass, but nothing came out but whimpers, as Lucy's strap-on was constantly going in and out of her mouth. 

Those fake cocks weren't stiff dildos, and it was a good thing, too. They were semi-stiff, made of flexible rubber or something. It was interesting to see how they sometimes didn't go in straight, but because they flexed, they always made it in. Lucy's was coated well with the slut's saliva, and Rita always used lots of lube when she did any back door plumbing. Any real cocks wouldn't have been able to withstand what those fake ones were going through.

I decided I had to concentrate on my own actions, if I was going to finish off my load into Lucy's sweet little ass. She was so tight that my cock was actually starting to hurt. But, it was a good hurt. I leaned over and grabbed her tits. Lucy has very sensitive tits. But, I didn't realize how truly connected we all were. When I grabbed her tits, she lost her balance and fell forward. This caused her strap-on to shove deep into the slut's throat. I heard her gagging from that. 

Lucy and Rita had been holding hands, using each other for leverage. When Lucy fell forward, it caused Rita to lose her grip and she fell backwards. When she went backwards, it was just at the same time James was thrusting forward. And from the look on Rita's face, his cock hit a spot inside her that hadn't been touched before. She let out a scream that sounded like it came from both pain and pleasure. But, from the look on her face, I'd say that pleasure won.

After they collided like that, James nearly fell on the floor. He had to get a better grip on her. He reached around and locked his fingers together, and began to really hump Rita's ass. I released my grip on Lucy's tits, but then grabbed her nipples. I pinched each one, twisting and pulling, as I rammed into her ass. She heard the slut gagging, and tried to push back against me to pull the strap-on out of her throat. 

At first, I thought she was just reacting to my cock, but then I remembered why she did that, the first time. I took my hands from her nipples and grabbed hold of her hips. Pulling hard, I pulled her away from the slut's face, but at the same time, I pushed my cock into her ass. It was wonderful. She wasn't expecting it, and she screamed almost as loud as Rita had. Then her scream was followed by a deep almost animal sound. I couldn't believe it was coming out of sweet little Lucy. But it was.

I heard someone gasping, almost screaming repeatedly, but I couldn't tell who it was. Then, I noticed I had pulled Lucy's hips so far back, the strap-on came completely out of the toy's mouth. She was gasping for air, reacting to Rita's strap-on punishing deep inside her ass.

At that point, I didn't really care about much more than my own cock and where it was. I kept ramming into Lucy's ass for all I was worth. She arched her back and pushed against me as much as she could. It seemed James was doing about the same thing to Rita, and because the two girls were connected, some strokes were shallow, but there were also other strokes that seemed perfect, when Lucy's ass was coming back at me as I was ramming forward into her. Not knowing when those were going to happen was cool, in a strange kind of way. Nobody's rhythm was perfect, like there was someone else controlling everything.

I knew I was about to cum, and I wanted Lucy to cum, too. I reached around and stuck my hand behind the strap-on, finding her clit. I fingered her clit as I pounded into her for the last couple minutes. Her body tensed up, and she arched her back as much as she could, pushing that little ass back to me. She wanted everything I could give her, and that's just what she got. I fucked her ass good, and hard.

I reached up with my other hand and grabbed her hair. I forced her back to me with my grip and continued to finger her clit with my other hand. I held her in that position, as I gave her all I had. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her quivering hole and listened to her cries and moans. Just as I was about to cum, I took hold of her shoulders with both hands and pulled her back to me and thrust hard into her ass those last few times. The last time, I held her there, as my cock jerked inside her, filling her bowels with my cum. 

Lucy yelled that she was cumming. She was yelling and shaking her head back and forth. "Fuck me...oh God, fuck my ass. God, I love it. Fuck me. Cum in my ass, baby. Oh, yeah, cum in my ass." She twitched and jerked, from her own orgasm, then lightly moaned and relaxed in my control, almost melting around my cock in her ass. I stayed inside her, and her ass twitched around my cock.

As I was coming back to reality, I heard James pounding away at Rita. His hips were slapping against Rita's ass. Just after each slap, the toy gasped her reaction to Rita's strap-on being forced into her ass. It was kind of like James was fucking two asses with one cock. One was direct drive, and the other was sort of remote control.

It seemed like James was nearing his own climax, and Rita was right behind him. Lucy and Rita were still holding hands, as James pistoned his best into Rita's ass. He changed positions, grabbing Rita's hair with both hands and forcing his cock deep into her as he pulled her head back. She screamed as each of James' thrusts hit somewhere deep inside her. Her chest was heaving and her tits jiggled in a rhythm opposite to James' thrusts. I could tell Rita was very close to cumming. Her eyes fluttered and her jaw dropped. Then, she grit her teeth together and her breath hissed through her teeth, as she forced out the words "Fill my ass, baby. Do me. You make me feel dirty. I love it! Oh, I'm cumming! James, I'm cumming, baby. God, yeah! Oh, baby...do it! Fill me up! Fill my ass!"

James couldn't do much more than keep doing what he was doing. And, that seemed to be enough for Rita. He held her tight as he drained his cock into her ass. Then, everybody was speechless, and catching their breath. My cock was satisfied and finally slid from Lucy's ass. I'm sure James' cock slid from Rita's, too. Lucy's strap-on wasn't in the slut's mouth any more, either.

But, there was one cock that wasn't getting soft and slipping out, although it was in a very used ass. After they stopped jerking and twitching, James leaned against Rita's body for support. Rita was lying against the slut, her strap-on still deep inside her ass.

After the ass fucking James had given Rita, I could only imagine the ass fucking Rita had given the slut. Something told me my fuck toy's ass wasn't quite as tight as it was when I had it, earlier that evening.

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My New Boss Ch. 06



After a brief kiss in the elevator, Paul and I went our separate ways. Due to the rain, I ducked into a cab for the short ride home and Paul headed to his dinner meeting. 

"3rd and Cherry St, please." I said to the driver as I dashed into the back seat of the cab. Normally I would have just walked the short distance home, but I had been so distracted this morning that I didn't even look to see if it was going to rain. I didn't bring my umbrella, so taking a cab was my only other option. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. I was exhausted but energized all at the same time. My heart started racing when I thought of Paul. I hoped that he was as excited about tonight as I was. How on Earth was I going to occupy myself for the next couple of hours? Realizing that I would just end up pacing my floors, waiting on Paul to come over, I changed my mind. 

"Excuse me, Sir. Could you please take me to Chuckies Bar....over on Virginia Street?" I asked. Why not go and have a couple drinks with my coworkers? Maybe it would help me relax a little. 

"Sure thing." the older gentleman replied with a wink.

I relaxed back into the seat and stared out of my window. I watched the rain skate across the glass. My thoughts once again drifted to Paul. I licked my lips slowly and thought about how his cock had just been between them. I pressed my hand into my stomach and realized that all of that sexual exertion left me starving. I'd have to eat first if I was going to drink, or else I'd never last with Paul tonight. Oh Lord, what will this man do to me? What will I do to him? I wonder what he's thinking about right....

"Hey! Dollface! You're here. $12.50." the cabbie grunted.

My eyes sprang open and I realized that we were sitting in front of Chuckies. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here..." I handed him some cash and instructed him to keep the change. I jumped out of the cab and ran quickly into the dark bar. There were a few couples here and there, a man leaning against the bar, a couple of younger guys playing pool, I glanced around until I saw Theresa standing near the back. 

"Brooke! You made it! Did that gorgeous boss of ours finally let you go?" she asked as she hugged me.

"Ha" I snorted. "Yeah, finally. He really kept me busy today." I managed to say without laughing. 

"I noticed. I could tell you had a lot on your mind. Let's get you a drink! Hey everyone...Brooke is here!" she announced. A few cheers went up. I managed to find Sharon the Birthday Girl, gave her a hug and headed for the bar. As I stood, waiting on the bartender, I realized that the man at the bar was staring at me. I looked at him, smiled politely, then looked away. He scooted one barstool closer to me. I ignored him. 

"You here with anyone?" he slurred. 

"Yes. I'm with that group over there." I said matter-of-factly. 

"But you're not here with anyone in particular? No boyfriend? I don't see a ring, so I'm sure you're not married."

"Not married. No boyfriend. NOT looking. Thanks."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, don't shoot a guy for asking. You're the one that walked into a bar with your wet tits hanging out like that..." he shrugged then moved back to his original seat. 

I looked at my reflection in the mirror across from the bar. Sure enough, there they were. My nipples, poking proudly through my rain-soaked shirt. Damn it. Paul still had my bra and underwear in his car. I groaned and crossed my arms, covering my chest with my clutch. This should be fun trying to hide my arousal all evening. I smiled shyly as the bartender made his way to me. "What can I getcha, sweetie?" he asked

"Could I get a burger and a Guinness, please?" 

"Draft or bottle?" 

"Draft. Thanks." 

He filled my glass and slid it to me gently. He went in the back to place my order as I waited at the bar. Mr. Slurred Words at the end was nearly passed out already and my coworkers were taking turns telling funny stories, laughing loudly. I sipped on my beer and tried to relax. I could tell quickly that it was going to take more than just a beer to calm my nerves. As I waited on my food, I felt my purse buzz. I grinned. I knew exactly who it would be. 

I pulled my phone from my clutch and scrolled to my messages. I was right. 

Paul Taylor: I've only been here for 30 minutes and already I'm anxious to leave. Thinking about those lips of yours wrapped around my cock and trying not to get hard right here at the table with nothing but a bunch of ugly men around me. How awkward would that be?

I laughed out loud. I was relieved to know that he was as impatient as I was to continue what we started earlier. I typed out a reply.

Brooke Kelley: You have no idea how hot I am right now. I'm sitting here at Chuckies trying to pass the time, when the only place I want to be is in my bed, underneath you.

Paul Taylor: Chuckie's? Virginia Street? What brought you there?

Brooke Kelley: Sharon's birthday. Just grabbing a bite to eat and a drink or two, then I'm headed home to wait for you.

Paul Taylor: Give me a preview...

Brooke Kelley: A preview?

Paul Taylor: I happen to know for a fact that you don't have any panties on. Go to the bathroom and send me a picture of your pussy.

Brooke Kelley: You aren't serious.

Paul Taylor: I'm more than serious. Do it. You have 3 minutes. No picture? I'll have to spank you when I see you later.

Brooke Kelley: 3 minutes, huh? We'll see. 

I tucked my phone into my purse and motioned to the bartender that I'd be right back. I swallowed the last of my beer and signaled for a new one as I walked to the bathroom. 

"Hey Brooke! You gonna come hang out with us or what?" yelled Darren, a young photo editor. 

"Yes! As soon as my food comes! I'll be there in a few." I smiled and continued to the bathroom. I went in the stall and pulled my phone out of my purse. I slid my skirt up to my waist. I spread my soft, damp pussy apart with my left hand and quickly snapped a picture. I quickly slid my skirt down and exited the stall. I glanced at my phone. I had one minute to send the picture. I waited. I waited some more. Finally, 3 minutes had passed. My phone buzzed on cue. Paul Taylor: No picture. I hope your ass is ready when I get there. I am a man of my word, Brooke. 

I quickly sent the picture. He got his tease and I get my spanking. It's a win-win. I smiled to myself. As I walked back to the bar, my food was waiting on me, along with a second draft. I paid the bartender and carried my food to my coworkers. I felt my phone vibrate. 

Paul Taylor: You're one clever girl with one beautiful pussy, you know that? So you want to be spanked? We'll see how much you enjoy it tonight, I guess. What is your address? I should be done here within an hour. 

Brooke Kelley: Corner of 3rd Ave and Cherry St. 8814 3rd Ave. Apartment 9. Door will be unlocked. 

I felt my pulse quicken. I needed to eat, drink, be social and get the hell out of here. No offense to Sharon, but I had more important places to be. 

I sat with my friends, drinking, listening to stories, watching them serenade Sharon with a half-drunken rendition of 'Happy Birthday'. Everyone laughed and enjoyed themselves. I tried to eat a few bites, but I couldn't. My stomach was in knots, just thinking about what was in store for me. I did manage to drink both of my beers, and gladly accepted a shot of tequila from Darren. I was feeling warm. I was feeling dizzy. I was just buzzed enough to really relax and let all of my inhibitions go while I was with Paul. He was too beautiful....too sexy. Far too sophisticated for me. The alcohol numbed all of those thoughts. I stood and announced that I needed to go. 

"Booo!!! Don't leave! We're just getting started!" mumbled Dayna.

I laughed. "Dayna, it's Monday. I have to be back at the office at 8am. We all do. I need to go Thanks for inviting me. Be careful and I'll see you all tomorrow. Happy Birthday, Sharon!" I called. She waved at me, clearly intoxicated, with a 'Birthday Girl' tiara hanging off of her head. I laughed to myself. Tomorrow should be interesting. An office full of grumpy, hungover coworkers. Sounds fun. 

I grabbed my clutch and headed outside, feeling slightly shaky. 

'Too much drink and not enough food,' I thought as I waved down a cab. Thankfully, the rain had stopped, but there was no way I'd make it home in heels, buzzing from liquor and as horny as I was. I opened the door to the cab. 

"3rd and Cherry S-Street, please," I hiccupped. 

The driver laughed. "Yes, Ma'am." he drove off. I felt my phone vibrate. My stomach tightened. It was almost time. I opened my message.

Paul Taylor: Leaving the restaurant. Should be at your place in about 20 minutes. I have one simple demand: I want you naked when I walk in your door.

I shuddered. That was one demand I was happy to agree to. The cab soon pulled up in front of my building. I paid the cabbie and went into my building. I climbed up the stairs to the second floor, feeling my pussy dampen more with each step. I unlocked my door and stepped inside. I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After so much beer, I needed to pee, so I relieved myself and got busy removing my clothing. I walked into my bedroom and picked up, putting a few things away and straightening out my sheets. Being a neat freak served me well. My apartment was nearly spotless and always company-ready. As I tossed my heels into my closet, I caught a glimpse of myself in my mirror. I smiled. I was about to get worked over by my impossibly gorgeous, well hung boss. I could barely contain myself, knowing that he was probably just minutes away. 

I went into my living room and waited. My skin was on fire. My nipples were aching from a day full of stimulation. I could feel my wetness seeping down my outer lips. I was completely on edge. A few minutes passed then I could hear my front door open slowly. My heart stopped. I watched as Paul entered my apartment. His dark eyes met mine. I stood up and walked towards the door. I had done as he asked. I was completely naked, head to toe, as I approached him. He grinned and nodded his approval before turning around to shut and lock my door. 

I stood a few feet behind him. He turned around and walked towards me. He grabbed me by my hips and pushed me against the entry wall. I groaned softly. 

"You follow instructions well, baby." he breathed against my neck. 

"Mmmm.-hmmm." I murmured softly, closing my eyes. 

Paul reached down and grasped my wrists, pushing them up the wall and holding them above my head. He took his free hand and latched onto my painfully erect nipple. He pinched it firmly between his fingers. The mix of pleasure and pain caused me to arch my back, pressing my chest into his hands even further. He clamped my nipple just a little tighter, causing me to cry out. 

"Oh fuck!" I cried.

He released my breast and his hand slid down my toned, quivering stomach. He wasted no time and quickly dipped his fingers between my folds, gliding them back and forth, but never entering me. 

My breathing increased rapidly. His fingers glided over my wetness, spreading it around. He leaned down and sucked gently on my neck. 

"Feels like you're ready for some more fun, Brooke." he growled in my ear. "Where's your bedroom?" 

I nodded my head towards my room, my eyes still closed, chest heaving from anticipation. Paul let go of my wrists and lifted me by my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gripped my thighs tightly around his waist. I leaned down and kissed him passionately. His tongue worked itself between my lips and we stood there, our tongues intertwined. I felt his hands slide up my naked back, then gripping my hair. He pulled tightly, causing me release his mouth and stare up at the ceiling. He pushed me back against the wall, still holding my naked, trembling body against his suit. His head dipped down as he licked between my breasts, stopping to softly bite the tops of my breasts. I hissed as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, sucking tightly, then lashing it with his tongue. 

"Oh please, Sir. Please take me to bed. I can't take much more of this..." I said weakly.

He pulled me away from the wall and walked me to my bedroom. He placed me gently on my bed and I scooted backward, allowing him more room to join me. He slowly crawled up the length of my body, kissing as he went. His lips pressed against the insides of my right knee, then his tongue dragged ever so slowly up the inside of my left thigh. He paused over my pussy. I looked down at him through my lashes and bit my lip. He could see my anxiety. He smiled and kissed my clit firmly, then looked up at me again. 

I groaned with impatience. 

"We have all night, Brooke. No one to interrupt us. No meetings to go to. Nothing. Its you and it's me. All. Fucking. Night." he emphasized each word with a flick of his tongue against my clit. His words lit me on fire. I sat up quickly. I grabbed his tie and pulled him to me. His hands wrapped behind my head as we kissed feverishly. I slid my hands underneath his jacket and pushed it off of his shoulders. He started to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, throwing it on the floor. I lifted his tie above his head, just as I had in his office earlier this evening. I went to throw it on the floor, and he grabbed it. 

"I might need this in a minute," he said playfully. I raised my eyebrows and smiled. He leaned back and pulled his pants off, keeping his boxer briefs on. I could see his erection straining against the fabric. I wasn't sure how it was possible, but it looked even bigger than it had before. My eyes lingered on his cock. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. 

"Now. I seem to remember telling you that I was a man of my word. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, Sir." I nodded slowly. 

"I told you that if you didn't send me a picture in 3 minutes that I'd spank you, didn't I?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you want me to spank you, Brooke?" he grinned darkly.

I hesitated. I'd never been spanked before, but this man had some kind of sexual hold on me. I knew that whatever he did to my body would give me endless amounts of pleasure. I had no fear. 

"Well....?" he waited for my reply.

A small, meek smile creeped onto my face. 

"Yes. I want you to spank me, Mr. Taylor." 

"Mmmm. I was hoping you'd say that. Roll over, Brooke." He got off of the bed, grabbing his tie. 

I slowly rolled onto my stomach. He pulled each of my wrists behind my back and quickly laced his tie around them tightly, but nothing that I couldn't work my way out of if I needed to.

"Lift your ass in the air." he commanded. 

I pulled my knees up slightly, pushing my soft, round cheeks as high as I could. I pressed my face into the mattress and watched as he walked behind me, disappearing from view. He was standing at the foot of my bed and I knew he was examining me, tied up and completely exposed for him. I heard him slide his underwear off and felt the bed shift as he kneeled behind me, spreading my knees apart. My pussy was aching for attention. My asshole tightened. I felt him slide his hands over my skin. 

"Everything about you is perfect, Brooke. Your skin, your wet slit, your gorgeous tits, your lips..." I moaned as he continued, "I have been waiting for this moment since I met you last week. I have fantasized about your body and the things that I would do to it. How it would feel to split you open with my cock...to feel you cum on it." his breathing hitched and then he was quiet. Too quiet. I knew what was coming, but I wasn't prepared for it at all.

SMACK! 

His right hand connected with my right cheek forcefully. My eyes sprung open. 

"Fuck! Mr. Taylor, I....I...." I sputtered.

SMACK! 

His right hand landed on my left cheek with an equal amount of strength. Tears pooled in my eyes. Not necessarily from the pain, but from shock. He continued with a few lighter slaps, spreading the pain around. He landed a firm spank right against my pussy. I could hear his skin meet the wetness between my legs. It sounded so filthy...so vulgar...so unbearably sexy. I begged. "Oh, Mr. Taylor, please fuck me. Please push your cock into me." 

I heard him groan. He roughly pushed a long finger inside of my slick folds. He quickly pumped it in and out a few times, then pulled it out and spread the wetness over my tight asshole. He pressed gently, rubbing firm circles around it. 

"Brooke, I want every inch of your body. Are you going to be a good girl and give me what I want tonight?" 

"YES! Take it all, Mr. Taylor. Take everything. Just please fuck meeee." I whimpered.

He leaned down and kissed my ass, where I could feel the heat from his spanking radiating off of my skin. He leaned back and I felt the heavy head of his dick rub against my slit, smearing wetness all over it. I shuddered. This was the moment I'd been aching for all day. I closed my eyes and braced myself. With one hard thrust, he pushed his pulsing cock into my tight cunt. 

I craned my head off of the bed. 

"Ohhhh! Yes!! Fuck...yes!" I wailed. 

"Holy f-f-f-uuuuck!" he moaned as he slid his entire length into me, not stopping until his heavy balls pressed against my skin. He grabbed my hips tightly and neither of us moved. I could feel his dick pulse and jump inside of me. My thighs quivered, my toes curled. I waited. I just tried to catch my breath and waited for his next move. 

He let go of my hips reluctantly and quickly untied my wrists. I pressed my hands into the bed and got up on all fours, with Paul still kneeling behind me. He squeezed my ass firmly and slowly began to pull his cock out of my slick hole. 

With a grunt, he slammed back into me. My arms buckled and I dropped my head and chest down, my hair pooling onto the bed below me. I felt him stiffen, tighten his grip and then the fucking really began. He filled my pussy with his rigid shaft over and over. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I could only feel. I felt every vein. I felt every crease in his cock. His balls slapped against my exposed clit. I begged for more.

"Yes, uhhhh....Yes, Paul!" 

He reached down and pulled my hair, lifting my torso off the bed. He placed one hand against my stomach and the other around my neck as he continued to thrust roughly into me from behind. He kissed my neck. 

"Fuck Brooke...you're so fucking tight." he grunted in my ear.

I moaned and thrust my hips down onto his cock. He held still and let me bounce on his dick. I could feel my breasts bouncing from the force. He slid his hand down from my stomach and started rubbing my clit faster and faster. I reached up and grabbed my breasts, clawing desperately at my nipples. I could feel my climax approaching as I pistoned my pussy up and down his dripping shaft. He rubbed my clitoris faster. I could feel the walls of my pussy starting to flutter around his cock.

"Oh fuck...Paul, I'm coming Paul....Yeeeesss!" I screamed.

I felt him grab my hips as he started pounding into my spasming pussy. My muscles clenched and grabbed at his dick, trying desperately to milk the cum from his cock. My mind was blank. All I felt was sensation, small explosions of pleasure firing off inside of my body. I felt Paul tense. His breathing was heavy and ragged. 

"Oh Brooke. Yes. I'm there. Oh fuck...Ughhh!!!" I stilled, his cock buried deep in my pulsing cunt. I felt his cum explode into my body. I buried my face into the sheets and moaned loudly. I could feel his cum sliding out of me. He had filled me completely. I felt Paul collapse forward onto my back, his chest rising and falling heavily as he kissed me between my shoulder blades. His cock softened slightly and he slipped it out of me. I moaned. My pussy was going to ache for days, I just knew it. 

Paul collapsed on the bed next to me, and pulled me down next to him. His fingers gently traced up and down my back. I shivered. 




My New Boss Ch. 06



He leaned down and nudged my chin up. He kissed me softly. Without pulling his lips off of mine, he whispered. 

"Best ever, baby." 

I smiled against his soft lips and felt a little more of his thick cum slide out of my body. I closed my eyes and kissed him again. 

He was right. That was the best ever...and something told me that it was only going to get better as the night continued. 



My New Boss Ch. 07



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

Sitting there, in the chair, I had another idea for some fun. Scooting Lucy out of my way, I stood up and stretched a bit. I felt amazingly relaxed and still full of ideas, for the evening was still young.

I got the key for the handcuffs and released Lucy and Rita. While everyone was recuperating, I looked in James' bag of toys. I didn't know if I would find what I was looking for, but I knew there might be something in there that would surely work, in the mean time. I could go home and get my own toy bag, later.

I laughed to myself. 'Toy bag' seemed to have a whole new meaning. Each of my toys would seem brand new, with such a willing slut to use them on. Yes, this was going to be an evening my new fuck toy would remember for a while.

I found something that must have been James' toy. It had been taken from a training collar one might use to obedience train a dog. It was a small metal device that had two small nubs on one side. There was a battery pack attached on the other side. I looked further in the bag and found the remote control for it. 

Being mechanically inclined myself, I pondered how James might use this. Surely, something was missing. In the normal situation, the dog collar was missing. But, because James had altered this from that use, he surely had another collar or something to attach it to. Not able to find what I was looking for, I had to disturb James' recovery period, for help.

"James?" He didn't answer, but that wasn't uncommon for James. He was a bit older than me and he had been on his legs that whole last session. I had been kneeling in the chair, so that could have been another reason why I was the first to recover my strength. Looking over at him, he was no longer leaning over Rita, but had collapsed in a heap on the carpeted floor. "James!"

"Man, can't you see I'm resting?"

"Yes, I see that." I held up the remote and the small metal device, I tried to make it easy for him to just look over and answer. "You don't need to get up, just tell me what I'm missing, to make this work. There is more to this, right? Or, am I wrong?"

James still hadn't moved much. He acted like he was in bed for a long rest, and I was the annoying alarm clock. I returned to the bag to see if I could find the rest of the parts. There were many interesting things in that bag. And, because it wasn't my bag, it was difficult to know what I was looking for. Then, I found a kind of belt. It looked like a chastity belt of some sort, but obviously James' own creation. 

What caught my eye was something attached to this belt that was the same shape and size as the metal device I had found. After some inspection, I found that the two parts snapped together. I also found that they would slide the length of the crotch portion of the belt, making it possible to be precisely adjusted to any female body.

I was making progress, but it still seemed something was missing. It would work as I had it, but I thought attachments would make it work a lot better. Turning to James, I held up what I had, and once again tried to get his attention. "Hey...James." No reaction. "James!" Still no reaction. "Hey, old man!" That got his attention.

"What?" 

"Look up here. What am I missing? There is more to this, right?"

James turned his head to look at what I was holding. After studying the parts, he finally sat up. "There is a metal dong or a plug that snaps on there. In the bag."

"Is this "dong or plug" two different things, or is it one thing."

"Two things. The plug is a little smaller than the dong."

Turning back to the bag, I repeated to myself what he had said. The plug was smaller than the dong. "What color are these things?" 

"They're metal...silver, or metallic colored. They're probably in the very bottom."

He was right. There they were in the bottom of the bag, two metal phallic looking things. One looked like a metal dildo and the other looked like an anal plug. I picked up the anal plug, and tried to figure out how it connected to the rest of the belt. It didn't look that difficult, but I couldn't make it connect. Turning around to ask James, I saw Lucy standing there. Her strap-on was still bouncing in front of her. 

We were face to face. She looked at me and smiled. I looked down at her strap-on. "Watch where you point that thing. It could go off." 

Lucy smiled. "Yes, Sir. But, it has already gone off several times, tonight. It surely needs a rest."

I held up the belt and plug, and asked for her assistance. "Do you know how this works?"

"Yes, I do." She took the belt in one hand and the plug in the other. She showed me how to hold the two pieces and slide one, until they snapped together. It seemed so easy, but that sliding part was the key I was missing. She then showed me how the attached plug would slide along the length of the strap. "See, it can fit in front or back."

"Yes, I figured that much out. But, I couldn't get it to snap together. Have you had this used on you?

"Oh, yes. It's very interesting. Because it's wireless, it can be worn under the clothes. Whoever has the remote has you in their complete control. They can press the button to correct your behavior, or just to embarrass or humiliate you. James loves to have one of us wear this when we go out. It gives you quite a jolt. Especially when you don't know when he's going to do it. I didn't think just batteries would be so powerful." 

"What does James call this invention of his?"

"He calls it his subbie zapper," Lucy said with a smile. So, controlling our fuck toy with James' subbie zapper was my next plan for fun.

I asked Lucy to help me get our fuck toy up from the chair and help her stand. I untied the slut's legs and we held her up, while she adjusted to standing. Then, without telling her anything, I had her step into the belt. Then, I pulled it up her legs to her crotch. 

I was holding one arm and Lucy was holding her other arm as we walked her over to her desk. "Bend over, slut." After a slight hesitation, she bent over. Her body fit perfectly over that desk. Only her toes touched the floor. I had Lucy get up on the desk and hold the bitch down, while I inserted the metal plug in her ass. I didn't think there would be any protesting, but I just wanted to be sure. She did whimper a small protest when it popped in, but she knew it was useless to complain.

"Now help me stand her up again, Lucy." Lucy jumped down from the desktop, and we picked her back up, so she was standing. I stood in front of her and steadied her, while Lucy tightened up the strap at the small of her back and the one going through her crotch. The slut didn't say a word about anything. Her nipples were hard, and her breathing was rough. I could tell she was getting hot again. Just what the doctor ordered.

I walked her over to the middle of the room and told her to get down on her knees. On her knees, she was mostly breathing through her mouth. She knew something new was going to happen, but she didn't know what. I'm sure that made the excitement even more overpowering, because of the unknown. I got down behind her and used the rope to tie her ankles together, again. After that, she was ready for our next bit of fun. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and now her ankles were again tied together. And, she was wearing James' subbie zapper. 

Lucy had done a great job with the belt. It was so tight, the inch wide strap through her crotch spread her ass cheeks apart. The butt plug was attached to that strap, so it was tightly up her ass, too. Lucy had run that strap on the outside of the chain between her cuffed wrists, so her wrists were pinned to the small of her back. That strap also pressed against the slut's clit, and made it near impossible to get even a finger into her pussy. Everything was set to go.

Lucy and I got Rita and James up and explained to them what was about to happen. The slut would do anything she was told to do, and do it well. If she wouldn't do it, or if she didn't do it to our satisfaction, she would be punished. But, I didn't tell her how. I figured it would be more fun to let her find it out on her own, the hard way. Simple, but sexy. We each would get to experience her mouth in whatever way we wanted, or else.

Rita wanted to be first. But, she didn't like the idea of being on the floor. She wanted to sit down, so she would be above the slut. So, James and I untied the two chair legs, so Rita could sit down and be serviced by the slut's face. Rita moved the chair right up in front of the kneeling fuck toy, and lay back in the chair. She looked very comfortable. She spread her legs and motioned for the slut to get to work. But, the slut didn't want to service Rita. She shook her head back and forth, protesting.

Rita yelled at her. "Get your fucking face down there and lick my clit! Do it, bitch, if you know what's good for you."

I had forgotten to give Rita the remote. It looked like she would be using it very soon, so I handed it to her. Rita gave the slut another chance. "See this, bitch? Do you know what it is? No? Well, there's one good way to show you." 

Rita showed her the top of the remote. She showed her the three intensity settings. Each one a different color. The lowest level button was green. The middle intensity button was yellow. But, the highest intensity button was red, and Rita pushed it to show the bitch who was boss.

Just as quickly as Rita had pressed that button, that slut let out a yelp. And, to top that off, she came up off of her knees so fast, we all laughed. Personally, I was impressed with how she kept her balance. Rita was getting impatient. She pressed the red button again and the slut jumped up in the air. She turned around to see who was behind her, but there wasn't anyone there. That's when she finally realized it was what she was wearing that was causing the shock. 

She looked down, as if looking to see how to get it off of her, but the impatient Rita didn't feel like waiting. She pressed that button a third time and the slut jumped again, and screamed in pain. But, when she came down, she went straight to her knees, in front of Rita. She whimpered a little, but looked up at Rita as if she was sure to kill her. Rita smiled when she saw that look. She looked over at James and smiled. "James, this is one nice toy you have here. Have I ever told you that? It really gets their attention."

She spoke to the slut as if she was her Mistress. And, in fact, for the moment she really was. At least she had her finger on the controlling button. "Slut, I want you to listen to me, and listen good. I'm not very patient, as you now know. If you don't bury your face in my pussy right this very second, I'm gonna see how well you can dance."

Well, the slut didn't need to be told twice. She was licking Rita's slit in nothing flat. It was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. But Rita was feeling the power again and she wanted more of it. She grabbed the slut by her hair and pulled her head up. She looked her in the eye. "Slut, I not only want to see how good you are with your tongue, I want you to treat me as your mistress. You will call me Mistress, when I require an answer from you. But, unless I require an answer, you will busy yourself between my legs. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Slut, I want to be called Mistress." Rita held the remote up and pressed the button again.

The slut tried to prepare herself, but it was too late... "YeeeOOWww! Yes, Mistress."

That's better. Now get back to work."

That slut was quick to dive back into Rita's crotch. Rita was soon moaning and groaning from that slut's tongue. Rita grabbed the slut's hair and pushed her nose deep into her pussy. "Fuck me with your tongue, slut. Stick it deep inside me and lap up my juices." Yep, Rita was back on top. She was again in Domme mode.

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My New Boss Ch. 07



We stayed wrapped in each others arms for quite some time. First it was because we needed to catch our breath. Then it was just because it felt so wonderful run our hands over each other's bodies. Paul would slide his hand down my back and up my neck. His right hand would rub circles around my nipple, pulling on it firmly. I let my fingers trail over his chest and across his tight stomach. Feeling brave from the alcohol, I even reached down and gently massaged his balls for a few minutes, eliciting a few soft moans from him. We just laid there and touched and kissed and enjoyed the afterglow. 

"God, Brooke. You're beautiful. I'm so glad that I took this job." he laughed, sitting up. "Bathroom?" he asked, pointing to the bathroom door. I nodded. 

He stood up off the bed and walked across the room. I sat up and watched him walk away. Paul really was a beautiful man. He was the oldest man I'd ever slept with, but there was something to be said for his age and experience. He didn't rush things. He took his time seducing me. He made sure that I was warm and ready before starting the main event. I drew my knees up to my chest, hugged my arms around them and rested my chin on my knees as I waited for him to return. My body felt soft and I felt completely relaxed. 

I heard the bathroom door open and he walked back into the room. I smiled at him and laid slowly back onto my soft white sheets. As he approached the bed, I could see his erection starting to grow again. He reached across the mattress and pulled me towards him. I sat up on the edge of the bed as he towered above me. 

Paul reached down and ran his hands through my hair, massaging my scalp. His erection hung heavily in front of me and I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and kissed it softly. He tightened his grip on my hair. I looked up at him. I let his cock rub across the side of my face. It was hard now, but his skin was like silk. I closed my eyes and let the head run across my lips. I exhaled slowly.

"May I suck your cock, Mr. Taylor?" I asked quietly. 

He blinked heavily and nodded. He guided my head to his dick as I opened my mouth and took in just the head. I sucked firmly, rubbing my tongue gently underneath it. I bobbed my head slowly on the first few inches. I placed my hands on his thighs and very tenderly, raked my fingernails across his legs. I could feel him clutch my head, wanting me to take him into my mouth even deeper. I resisted. 

"I know you can throat me, baby. You already have. Do it again." he said as he tried to thrust into my mouth slowly. I just kept up the same pressure, not letting more than a few inches of his rigid dick into my mouth. I could taste the precum leaking from the head. I pulled him out of my mouth and let my tongue lap up the beads of moisture at the tip. I looked back up at him as I took long licks against his cock. I moaned softly.

"Mmmmm. You taste so good." I put his head back in between my lips and smiled up at him. He grinned back. 

"I know that you're trying to tease me, Brooke. It isn't going to work." he said, shaking his head.

He swiftly pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me, his cock right above my mouth. My heart started pounding as I stared at it. He grabbed my wrist and pushed it above my head and braced him self against it. His other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair as he forcefully shoved his cock through my parted lips. He punched his hips forward, onto my face and I felt his cock slide to the back of my throat. His impressive length nearly gagged me, so I tilted my head to better accommodate his size. He groaned as more of his dick slid into my wet throat. He pulled it out completely, then slid it all the way in again and again.

As he pumped his cock into my mouth, I took my free hand and gripped his balls. He pulled out of my mouth, pulled his shaft up and placed his balls onto my wet lips. He jerked on his shaft slowly as I licked them cautiously, then slowly sucked on them one at a time.

"Oh, fuck...Brooke. You're so amazing..." he hissed.

Paul pulled back and reinserted his dick into my mouth, slowly pushing in until his heavy balls were pressed against my chin. He didn't move. He thrust it in until my lips met his pelvis and he just held it there, nearly choking me with his cock. I moaned as best I could against his cock, sending vibrations down his shaft. He groaned and pulled out, and a thick string of saliva connected his head and my lips. He dropped his elbows to the bed above my head and started pumping his cock into my mouth as if it were my pussy. He didn't stop. He was relentless. My back arched off of the bed beneath him. The wet sounds of his cock in my mouth were mixed with the soft muffled sounds from me and the loud grunts and moans from Paul. I felt him stiffen. 

"Oh shit, I'm coming, Brooke!" He sat up on his knees, pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked on it briefly before his cum erupted, splattering across my chin, my neck, my cheek. I held my mouth open while I watched him ride out his orgasm, feeling the thick jets of cum land on my skin. 

Paul shook and shuddered above me, watching as I licked my lips and smiled up at him. He slowly wiped cum off of my chest and held it up to my mouth. I sucked it off of his fingers and closed my eyes. He continued until I had lapped up all of the cum. He tasted sweet and musky at the same time. It was intoxicating. Not only did I feel buzzed from the drinks I'd had earlier, I felt drunk off of Paul and his cum. I could suck his dick all night and never get enough. 

He collapsed back onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. We were sweaty and sticky. Normally, I would have been self conscious, but Paul made it clear that he wanted me there. I didn't argue. I just laid on top of his hard body and waited as he caught his breath. I glanced at the clock. It was after midnight. I yawned. 

"You ok?" he asked, gathering my hair off of my neck and back. 

"I'm more than ok. I'm just a little tired. You've worked me hard on your first day, you know that?" I teased. 

"I had to make sure you were up for the job, Brooke." he laughed and kissed my head. I felt the hair on his chest tickling my cheek as I laid on top of him. Without moving me, he reached down and pulled the sheet up over us. It floated down gently across my back. I nuzzled into him. For as rough and demanding as he'd been all day, it was nice to see this side of him. He wasn't in a rush to get off, then get out. He made sure that I was comfortable and relaxed. I appreciated his effort. 

"Thank you, Paul." 

"For...? What? Getting you off a few times today?" 

I laughed. "Well that, yes...but just... for not making this awkward. I'm not at all insecure around you, I'm not even worried about how it will be to work for you every day after this is over." 

"Brooke. This isn't over. Not at all. At least, I hope it isn't. I wasn't looking for a one night stand. I told you at lunch, I want to have some fun and see where this goes."

"I remember. I just figured that once it was over, you'd, I don't know...lose interest? You got what you wanted. I figured you were just saying all of that to get me into bed," I laughed, "And you did."

"Yeah, but there's no way I could just mess around with you for one night, and then forget about it. If anything, tonight has just fanned the flame. You're amazing in bed, Brooke." he kissed my head again. I purred against him. 

"You're not so bad yourself." He leaned up and looked at the clock. 12:25am. He groaned. 

"I need to go. I've got a breakfast meeting at 9am, and I have that staff meeting to prepare for after work. I don't want to leave, but I have to." 

"No, it's ok. I understand. I have to be at work by 8am." 

I rolled off of Paul and he sat up, placing his feet on the floor. I wrapped the sheet around myself and sat next to him. He leaned down and pulled on his boxer briefs. He stood up and pulled on his dress pants, fastening them and slipping on his dress shirt. I stood up, letting the sheet fall to the floor. Starting at the bottom, I buttoned his shirt up, kissing his skin softly before I closed each button. I left the top two undone and handed him his tie. 

He smiled, then leaned down to kiss me. I put my hands against the back of his head and returned it softly as he gripped my hips. I could feel myself melting into him again. He pulled back quickly, pressing his hand into my stomach. 

"Stop. Stop now. If you don't, I'm never going to leave." he gave me a peck on the cheek and slipped his socks and shoes on. He pulled his jacket over his shoulders and stuffed his tie into the interior pocket. I left the sheet on the floor and walked him to the door naked. 

I figured that it was poetic. Naked when he came in...naked as he left. Besides, it would give him a visual to think about at work in the morning. He followed behind me as we reached my door. I unlocked it, turned around and leaned in to hug him one last time. He reached down and squeezed my ass tightly.

"This is going to be a lot of fun, Brooke."

"I think you're right." I smiled. 

"See you in the morning. I should be there around 10am, after my breakfast meeting."

"Ok. See you then."

Paul smacked my ass lightly and walked out the door. I closed it behind him. I locked it, then leaned my head against it. This had been the longest day of my life. More importantly, this had been the sexiest day of my life. Paul had given me 5 orgasms, each one more powerful than the one before. I had sucked him off, swallowed his cum, let it drip down my neck, had his fingers buried in me, and had him pound my pussy until I couldn't catch my breath. I walked to my bathroom to clean up before going to bed. I looked at my messy bed. The mattress was pushed off the frame a little. The sheets were crumpled and on the floor. I shook my head in disbelief. 

This was just day one.



My New Boss Ch. 08



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

Watching Rita, I could see yet another fun time for me as voyeur was beginning. I got James' attention. We perched ourselves on the desk for another "popcorn moment."

Rita was a Domme at heart. Sure, she was a switch, so she had submissive moments, too. But she seemed to have more fun in the Domme position. It was fun to watch her in action. She wasn't likely to take prisoners. She was more the shoot first, and ask questions later type of person.

We watched as the slut had her face buried between Rita's legs. I could see that Rita was enjoying the slut's face, too. But, any false move, or even a hint of one and Rita would be quick to press one of those buttons on that remote. I knew that, and James knew that. But, the most interesting question was did the slut know that?

I saw Lucy come in from the corner of my eye. She pulled one of the chairs up and put it right behind the slut and sat there. Lucy's lovely naked body was so appealing. Also a switch, she was more in tune with the submissive side of her personality. Sure, Lucy could hold her own as the Domme, but I could see her submissive soul, when I looked into her eyes.

Lucy sat there, her legs pulled up to her chest and spread wide. She played with herself, as she watched Rita use the slut. I'm sure Lucy's view was an interesting one. Being closer, she could not only see, but also hear the slut licking and slurping at Rita's pussy. And, she could hear Rita moaning in her pleasure.

When Rita's eyes were open, they locked with Lucy's, as if they were sharing something James and I didn't understand. I first noticed that when I was fucking Lucy's ass. She and Rita were looking into each other's eyes the whole time. And, when they kissed, it was like the heat from their lips caused Lucy's whole body to heat up.

Yes, they are also bisexual. A more perfect couple of women you wouldn't find. James was a lucky man. But, the girls were lucky, too. Some Doms can be controlling assholes and wouldn't allow the two women to share themselves, when he wasn't around. But, there's not a jealous bone in his body. I guess James is a lot like me. Share what you have with others, and they will share what they have with you. It's a perfect phrase, but with the right people, it means exactly what it says.

Rita seemed bored with the position she was in and adjusted herself in the chair. But, the whole time, she kept a tight hold on the fuck toy's hair, keeping her face between her legs. Rita ended up with her legs locked around the slut's back, tightly holding her body within her legs. It was also more of a show for James and I, because when the slut's tongue found a special spot, Rita's legs twitched.

The look on Rita's face changed, for a second. She let go of the slut's hair with one hand and picked up the remote. She tossed the remote over to Lucy. Rita then moved her hand back and grabbed a handful of the slut's hair. Lucy giggled when she saw the remote coming her way. When she caught it, she looked over at Rita and smiled. "A tag team, Rita?"

"Yeah, sweetie. You control her for me, and I'll control her for you."

Lucy nodded her head. "OK, that sounds good to me."

Lucy sat up in the chair and took control. "OK, bitch, I've got the controls, now. Yep, it's Domme Lucy. You remember me, don't you? I know what you can do with that tongue. Now, I want you to show Rita what you can do. Do you hear me?"

Everybody waited for some gesture or movement that the slut understood, but nothing was obvious. Lucy didn't want to wait. "Rita, let her come up for air. Your legs are clamping down on her head and covering her ears. She can't hear me."

Rita relaxed her iron leg grip, and Lucy asked again, "Bitch, I know you remember me. I came on your face a little while ago. Well, bitch, I have the remote now, and so I'm in control. I know your tongue can make Rita happy, so do it. Do you understand?"

The slut was gasping for air. After all, she had been breathing Rita's aromas for the last few minutes. Her face was glistening with Rita's juices. "Yes, Mistress, I understand."

Lucy wanted everybody to know she liked her new position as queen. So, she decided to play with the slut's head a little. "No, slut. Rita is your Mistress. You will call me 'Miss Lucy' or ma'am. Do you understand? Or do I need to press one of these buttons?"

The fuck toy quickly shook her head, when she heard Lucy suggest pressing the buttons. She quickly responded with her answer. "Yes, ma'am. Yes, Miss Lucy. I understand."

"Good girl. We're going to get along just fine, I think. Rita, grab hold and hang on. I think this slut is going to show you what she can do with that tongue."

Rita smiled and did as Lucy suggested. She grabbed hold tightly with her hands and wrapped her legs around the slut's head. Rita bit her lower lip, and she closed her eyes. The slut was obviously getting her attention. I could see Rita's toes wiggling, too. She was having a difficult time keeping her grip.

Lucy stood up and started walking around the two. Almost like an exercise coach, she was coaching the slut. "Wiggle that tongue inside her, slut. Snake it in there. Lick her pussy lips. Make Rita wiggle and squirm with your tongue. Dive in there and make her happy. You make Rita happy, and that will make me happy. Remember, slut...I have the remote. Those buttons are just a short distance away from my fingers. Don't make me give you a time limit, bitch. I count quicker than you might think."

I could tell the slut was listening to Lucy. She was eagerly slurping at Rita's pussy, trying to make her cum. Rita was smiling, too. She was watching Lucy walk around them. She was also getting into the Domme talk of 'Miss Lucy'.

I was getting in to it, too. Lucy was as cute as a button, but when she was playing Domme, it was special to watch. She wasn't the largest woman, but she could make you think she was. She leaned down to the bobbing head between Rita's legs. "Slurp it up, slut! Jab your tongue inside her hot dripping pussy. I don't hear her squealing yet, so you aren't doing your job to my expectations. Don't make me punish you for it. Get down to business! Wiggle that tongue. Nibble on Rita's clit. Suck her sexy juices. Fuck her pussy with your tongue. Come on, I know you can do it. Don't let me down!"

All of the sudden, Rita jumped and yelled. "Hey, the bitch bit me! She didn't nibble...she BIT! She reached for the remote from Lucy. "Give me that remote. I'll teach her to bite me."

Lucy was quick to keep the remote from Rita's grasp. "No, I'm in charge here. Remember? You said."

"Well, fucking press the damn button, then. She needs to learn not to bite my pussy. Nibble, bitch! N-I-B-B-L-E. Nibble!"

Just when Rita was spelling nibble, Lucy pressed the green button. The slut let out a muffled scream, and she wiggled her ass. But, Rita had such a good hold on her head, she didn't move much. I guess Miss Lucy didn't think she moved enough, though, so she pressed the Red button.

The slut sure felt that one. She jumped up, but because Rita's legs were wrapped around the slut's head, she was going along for the ride. For a second, the slut was up on her feet and nearly dragging Rita off of her chair. But, Lucy smacked her ass and told her to get back on her knees. "Your place is on your knees, bitch. I don't want to see you up on your feet again."

Rita couldn't resist adding her two cents. "And, stop biting my pussy! Nibble!"

James laughed when all of this was going on. "Rita, she's obviously just hungry. It's been a long evening for her, and she needs nourishment. Can't you give her a break?"

Although James was laughing, I could tell Rita was serious. "She ain't eatin' my pussy for lunch! I'll tell you that much!"

By that time, we were all laughing at Rita. Then, I saw her look up at Lucy and smile. It had all been a show. It was all for the slut's benefit. 

Lucy caught on quickly. "Slut, you got Rita mad, now. Don't fuck up any more or I won't be able to control her rage. She might take this remote from me and see how well you can dance. Something tells me you wouldn't like that."

James looked at me and we both smiled, simultaneously. Then, he laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. "The slut might not like it, but I think I'd like to see it."

After a good laugh, James and I settled down to watch Lucy continue her mental torment. "Slut, it looks like you're out numbered. If I were you, I'd do just as you're told. The image of a dancing slut is getting popular."

It was fun to watch the slut's body actions, and the reactive moans coming from Rita. The louder Rita's moans, the more the slut's body seemed to move. I couldn't tell if it was because of Rita's tight grip on her head, or because she was just gettin' into it. I guess it could have been a little of both, but it was more likely Rita's control. She liked her pussy licked, but she liked it licked her way, if you know what I mean.

And, Lucy knew this, too. Lucy had been in the slut's position before, licking Rita's pussy. I wouldn't be surprised if Lucy had also been bound, while licking Rita's pussy. She knew what Rita liked, first hand.

Lucy slapped the slut's ass a couple of times, just to get her attention. "Take the tip of your tongue and circle her clit with it. Then, shove your tongue deep into her pussy wiggle it back and forth like a snake. That will make her cum."

Rita was moaning louder, as Lucy instructed the slut. I guess the bitch was actually listening to Miss Lucy. Shit, just the way Lucy was talking was getting me hot. It had to be working on Rita, too.

Again, Lucy smacked the slut's ass. "Keep it up, bitch. She also likes it when you put your lips right on her clit and make a buzzing noise like a motor boat." Lucy leaned over to Rita. "You like that, don't you, sweetie?"

Rita just seemed to moan that much more. She didn't say much, but she wasn't speechless, either. Those moans were expressions of pleasure. The combination of Miss Lucy's control and the slut's slurping face was doing the trick.

Lucy could tell Rita was close to a climax. Taking more control, she got down on her knees behind the slut. She began spanking her ass, as she gave her commands. She held her bound wrists with one hand and emphasized her words with the palm of her other hand, over and over. "Suck hard, bitch. Suck on Rita's clit. Lap at her clit like you're a dog getting a drink. Slurp it all up. Take control of it. Make her want it. Bite her tender thighs beside her pussy. Use your teeth on her. She likes it rough. Give it to her rough. Bite her. Come on, bitch. No nibbling now. Bite her!"

Rita was shaking her head from side to side. She was moaning and gasping, as she kept a good hold on the slut's head. Her legs were still wrapped around her head, clamping together. I was wondering if the slut could even breathe but with Lucy and Rita controlling her every move, breathing was one of the last things on her mind.

Rita's head dropped back. She let out a very lust filled moan that told me the slut was doing her job well. Every time Rita exhaled, it was some form of a gasp or a moan. If I shut my eyes, it sounded like Lucy was spanking Rita. 

Lucy continued to bark out her commands to the slut. She was in front of the slut, so all I could see was her hand moving back and forth, and the sound of it slapping on our toy's ass. Lucy...er...Miss Lucy was in complete control. "Keep at it, slut. She's gonna cum. She's gonna cum all over your face. Bite her thighs, bitch. Make her scream. Make it hurt. She likes that. Make it hurt."

God, it was getting good. Lucy knew what she was saying. She knew what Rita liked. And, it seemed that the slut was doing just what Lucy was telling her, because Rita's body was jerking and quivering. She was gasping for air. Then, all of a sudden, her head went back and she let out a loud, long scream. 

Lucy got up and went over to Rita's head and started kissing her neck and playing with her tits. She leaned over and sucked on Rita's tits, and Rita sucked on hers. This all continued, as kind of a cool down from Rita's climax. Soon, Rita let go of her hold on the slut's head, letting her fall to the floor. Three women, each seemed satisfied with their position.

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My New Boss Ch. 08



This had easily been the longest day of my life. So much had happened. It started with a mild flirtation with my new boss, and ended with me pinned underneath him, sucking his cum off of his fingers. I laughed as I stepped out of the shower. I dried off quickly, leaving my hair damp. I brushed my teeth, then headed to bed. 

My bed was a disaster. It was a beautiful disaster, though. I pushed my mattress back into place, straightened out my sheets and fell into my pillows. I probably should have put clean sheets on, but they still smelled like Paul and it was comforting. I expected to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, but instead, I tossed and turned. I wished that he could have stayed. I'd had some great sex in my life, but sex with Paul was something different. 

I thought about the way his facial hair scratched my skin softly. About the way his thick lips felt as he sucked on my clit. How his hair felt in between my fingers as he licked my breasts...

Before I knew it, I had my right hand in between my thighs, rubbing frantically against my clit. I could feel my breasts bouncing against my chest as I worked my pussy into yet another orgasm. Just as soon as my orgasm was upon me, shaking my thighs and pulsing my muscles deep inside of me, it was gone. I laid there, exhausted and frustrated. 

My orgasms had been so much more intense with him. 

I rolled onto my side with every intention of getting up to clean off again, but instead I finally fell into a deep sleep. Not surprisingly, I had dreams about Paul, and paper-covered desks and of making love to him, wrapped in my white sheets.

>>>>

*BUZZZZZZ*

I groaned as I reached over and smacked my clock. It was 7am. I had to be at work in an hour. I walked to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. There were a couple of small bite marks on my chest and my hair was thick and wavy from having slept on it damp after my shower a few hours earlier. It looked wild and sexy, so I just tamed it a little and left it down. I took a quick shower, washing off, then heading to my closet to get dressed. 

I'd never put much thought into my work wardrobe before. I always dressed conservatively when Mr. Howard was my boss, but now I wanted to wear something that Paul would enjoy. 

I decided on a short navy blue dress. It was tight and wrapped closed around my waist. I couldn't help but think to myself how with one firm tug of the wrap, that my whole dress would come open in front of him. I knew that today was a busy day for him, so I didn't expect there to be much action, but I couldn't help but let my mind wander there. You never know when the opportunity might present itself, so I pulled the dress out and laid it on my bed. I went to my drawer and decided on a pale pink lace bra and a matching set of panties. Both were thin and flimsy, but very sexy. 

I got dressed and put on a pair of heels. I walked to my mirror and put on a little makeup. Nothing heavy, but a little mascara...a little lipstick. Enough to make myself look polished and rested. I fluffed my hair, sprayed a little perfume on my neck and headed for the door. I grabbed my phone, Paul's appointment book and my purse and was out the door by 7:40. 

It was a beautiful Seattle morning, so I decided to walk the short distance to the office as I usually did. I made it to work by 7:55 and jogged to catch the elevator before the doors closed. 

"Hold the door, please!" I hollered.

I saw a man's hand stop the door and as I stepped in, I saw Darrin. The last time I saw him was the night before at Chuckie's when he was buying everyone, including myself, shots of tequila. I couldn't believe he was at work already. 

"Hey, Darrin. Thanks! I'm surprised to see you here this early. You guys were in sorry shape when I left the bar last night." I laughed. 

Darrin groaned. "No kidding. I feel like shit. I'm only here this early because I have leave for an appointment before coming back for the staff meeting tonight."

"Ahh. Well, maybe all employee birthday parties should be held on the weekends from now on." 

"Probably. I'll be shocked if Sharon even shows up today. She was passed out over the bar when I left. Hey...why did you run off last night? Everyone was having fun. You should have stayed."

I shifted. Obviously, I couldn't tell him that I was pinned against a wall, letting our new boss suck on my nipples, then spank me and cum in me and on me. I smiled at Darrin and lied.

"Oh...I'm not much of a night person, I guess. A couple beers and a shot and I'm done." I smiled.

The elevator doors opened and we stepped out onto our floor. We headed for our desks. I reached mine first and Darrin leaned against the wall beside it. 

"Hey, a bunch of us usually go to Chuckie's on Friday nights after work. If you ever want to come with us, that would be cool. It was nice getting to hang out with you for a little while last night." he said with a grin. 

Darrin was flirting. I could feel it. He was always a really nice guy, I just never really thought of him as anything other than a coworker. Besides, my mind and my pussy were preoccupied with our new boss. I smiled. 

"Yeah, it was nice getting to relax a little. Friday nights sound fun. Maybe I'll be able to stop by sometime." 

"I hope so." he smiled and walked to his desk. There were only a couple other people here this early, so everything was still and quiet. I saw Darrin sit down at his desk and get started for the day. I shrugged off Darrin's flirtation and got busy. I needed to prepare the meeting packets for everyone. I emailed Paul with a checklist of topics that he wanted to cover. 

Brooke Kelley

Subject: Staff meeting topics (8:16am)

Attachment (1)

Good morning, Mr. Taylor. 

Please review the following topics for the staff meeting tonight. 

If there is anything that I forgot to add, please let me know. I 

need to get the packets printed up and approved by you as soon 

as possible. 

Brooke

I hit send. I smiled to myself, proud that I was able to remain professional, even if only through email. Being professional while he was in the office was an entirely different story. 

I started printing off inserts when my phone buzzed. I had a text. My stomach dropped. There was only one person that would likely be texting me this early in the morning. I opened my messages. Sure enough, it was from Paul.

Paul Taylor: Good morning to you, beautiful. I figured it would be best to send this to you on your phone, rather than your work computer. Just in case. I couldn't sleep last night because I kept replaying our day in my head. I thought about you until I finally fell asleep a couple hours before my alarm went off. I'm sitting in this boring breakfast meeting, trying to focus, but I can't. I'm trying to figure out a way to get my dick into you this morning. Any ideas?

My heart was pounding. I heard my computer buzz, alerting me to a new email. It, too, was from Paul.

Paul Taylor

Subject: (re)Staff meeting topics (8:24am)

Attachment (1)

The above attachment is fine. No additions needed. 

Thank you.

Paul

I laughed. So professional in email, so naughty in text. He always kept me on my toes. At least he was keeping his promise and being careful. Neither of us needed problems at work. He said I could trust him and I knew that I could. 

I reread his text. I thought desperately of a way for us to find a little privacy this morning. I had an idea. I pulled out my phone and replied. 

Brooke Kelley: I was up all night, too. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I have an idea. Let me know if you think it will work or not: The majority of people here are hung-over from Sharon's party and are barely paying attention. They know that we are both busy today, preparing for your first staff meeting. It won't be odd for either of us to be away from our desks. There is a copy room the floor below us, it's where I go if I need to make several copies. There is a storage room in the back. No one ever uses the downstairs copy room, let alone goes in the storage room. I can meet you there?

I sent the message, my heart pounding. I hoped that he'd agree to it. Sex during office hours was certainly risky, but both of us were desperate for each other. I needed to feel him against me and inside of me. I knew by his text that he felt the same. My phone buzzed, just seconds later.

Paul Taylor: I'll be there in about an hour. I'll text you when I'm on my way. Be in the storage room, panties off when I get there. 

It took everything I had not to jump from excitement. I could feel my pussy getting slicker by the minute. I took a deep breath and tried to focus. I looked at the clock. 8:35am. I sighed and tried to get a little work done before Paul got to the office. I printed off papers and got them ready to make copies. I pulled out Paul's appointment book, and made notes for the week. I sent out emails to the staff about the meeting tonight. As I was trying to distract myself, I was watching everyone file into work for the morning. Everyone looked rough. I giggled at each of them as they filed past my desk, most of them clutching a huge cup of coffee. Sharon walked in and just shook her head as she walked past my desk. I motioned for her to come to my desk. I pulled a couple aspirin out of my drawer and handed them to her with a smile. She nodded at me and headed to her desk. I just laughed. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, my phone buzzed again. 

Paul Taylor: Leaving my meeting. I'll be at the office in 10 minutes. I'll head straight for you before going upstairs. 

Brooke Kelley: Leaving my desk now. See you in a few.

Paul Taylor: Can't wait to get my hands on you...

I felt a huge knot form in my stomach. Office sex. During office hours. I couldn't believe that I was about to do this. I knew that Paul wouldn't have agreed to it if he thought something would happen, but I couldn't help but be anxious. I looked around. Everyone was busy getting their mornings started. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I gathered my papers and headed for the stairwell. I passed Theresa. 

"Morning, Brooke!" she said cheerfully.

"Morning. You look well. Everyone else looks like death." I laughed.

"Yeah, I feel better than I should. Where are you headed?" 

I tried to hide my panic. I was hoping that no one would even realize that I was gone. So, I lied. 

"Oh, I'm running some papers up to HR. Then, I've got to get your packets ready for the meeting." I hated to lie, but I couldn't risk Theresa being suspicious. She always needed to know gossip, and if Theresa suspected something, the entire office would know. 

She didn't think twice about my response. 

"Gotcha. I've got to go. I'm swamped. I'll talk to you later, Brooke." She put her hand on my shoulder. "Cute dress, by the way." she smiled and walked away. 

I let out a shaky breath and pushed the door open to the stairs. I walked down one floor and made my way to the copy room. I walked in and made sure no one was inside. I sat my papers down on the copier and headed to the storage room. I stepped in and walked around the rows of shelves, filled with extra paper, ink, and supplies. I remembered suddenly that Paul had told me to take my panties off, so I wiggled out of them, picked them up off of the floor and waited. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later, I heard the copy room door open and close softly. I stepped out from behind a shelf just as Paul entered the storage room. He smiled at me and walked to where I stood in the back. 

My heart and my pussy were pulsing simultaneously. He looked incredible. He had on tight, dark gray dress pants, a white dress shirt with his cuffs rolled up to his elbows and a slim black tie. I sucked in a deep breath when I saw him. 

"God, Brooke. Do you always look so fucking sexy?" he asked as he nuzzled against my neck, his hands wrapping gently around my jaw and throat. My head fell back and I closed my eyes. I moaned quietly.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Mr. Taylor?" I whispered.

"Yes. It's a great idea." he said against my throat. I scratch my nails up his back and combed my fingers through his hair. He pulled away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"I told you to have your panties off. Did you do as you were told?" he asked, his voice dark and deep.

I smiled and held up my little pink lace thong. He grinned and threw it on the floor. He went back to kissing my neck. I held onto his biceps, feeling his muscles flex and relax as he slowly lifted my dress up my legs. I wiggled my hips as he picked it up. My pussy slowly came into view. Paul leaned down and kissed my mouth passionately as his fingers rubbed my wet slit slowly. I groaned into his mouth. 

"Put your leg up on the shelf behind me." he ordered. 

I obeyed, stretching my leg out behind him, propping my high heel up onto a shelf. Paul dropped down to his knees and put his mouth against my wet pussy. He wasted no time, taking long, deliberate licks against my slit. I felt his tongue dig deeper into my folds, burying his face into me. His hands reached up and pulled my lips apart, exposing my clit. He wrapped his mouth around it and flicked his tongue against it forcefully. I grabbed the back of his head.

"Oh fuck!" I breathed heavily. "Oh my God. Ohhhh.." 

"Come on, Brooke. Cum for me." he moaned quietly as he pushed a long finger inside of me. 

"Ohhhh. Yeah. Yeah...mmmm!" 

My chest start rising and falling heavily. Paul returned his mouth to my clit and sucked hard as his finger pushed deeper into me, searching for my G-spot. He quickly found it and my legs started to shake violently. I braced my hands on his shoulders and bit my lip hard, trying to avoid screaming out in pleasure as my climax hit me. My pussy contracted around his finger. I groaned loudly and held his head against my pussy until the waves of pleasure passed. With a few soft licks, he pulled away from me and stood up. He a huge smile on his face.

"I've been wanting to do that all morning." he said, pulling the thick wrap on my dress loose. My dress fell open. My nipples were hard and pushing against the delicate fabric of my bra. Paul hummed softly and licked my nipples through the lace. My back arched. He pushed my shoulders against the shelf behind me as he pressed his pelvis into me. I could feel his heavy erection. It was straining against his clothes, desperate to be freed. He reached down and unfastened his pants, letting them slide down his legs. He let go of my shoulders and pushed his boxer briefs down to the floor. I looked down at his thick cock. It was red and angry. It jumped with the rhythm of his pulse. I looked up at Paul. He had a look of pure lust on his face.

He grabbed my leg behind my left knee and wrapped it around his waist. I hooked my right arm around his neck and lined my pussy up with his dick. I stared into his eyes as he pushed the head between my wet lips and pushed urgently into me. He grunted loudly, his face strained. I moaned and kissed him deeply. 

He reached down and grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me up and wrapping both legs around his waist. He pushed me against the shelf, holding me against it as he started pumping into me furiously. He started moaning into my ear.

"Uhhh! Shit, Brooke. I love fucking you." he moaned breathlessly. He picked up the pace. My ass was hitting the shelf over and over. He tightened his grip on me. I could feel his muscles clenching. He was getting close. I squeezed my muscles around his thick shaft. It set him off.

"Oh, fuuuuck!" He groaned loudly into my ear. I felt the warmth of his cum spread into my quivering pussy. I grabbed his face with both of my hands and kissed him again, digging my tongue into his mouth as he shot his cum into me. His tongue rubbed against mine. Our breathing was heavy. I pulled back and kissed him softly. He slipped his cock out of me, and lowered me to the floor. 

He put his hand against the shelf behind me and looked at the floor. He exhaled heavily. 

"Wow." he said. "I needed that." 

"Me too, Sir. I wouldn't have lasted all day." I laughed. He laughed and kissed the top of my head. Paul stepped back and pulled up his pants, fastening his belt. He reached down and grabbed my panties. He kneeled and helped me step into them, sliding them slowly up my legs, adjusting them around my hips. He stood up. 

"We need to get out of here. You stay and make your copies. I'll take the elevator up and get to work. No one will know." he said with a smile. I nodded. He reached around and grabbed the wrap of my dress. He stopped to kiss my breasts again before tying it tightly around me. 

"You're amazing, Brooke." he smiled, straightening his tie. "I'll see you upstairs." He winked and walked out of the room. 

I exhaled heavily once I heard the copy room door close behind him. I leaned my head back against the shelf and closed my eyes. I felt a small stream of cum slip out of my pussy, into my thong. I'd have to get to the bathroom to clean up. I adjusted my dress, and walked back into the copy room. I collected myself and grabbed my papers to make copies for tonight's meeting. 

Once everything was finished, I stacked the papers and headed back upstairs. I entered the office and walked to my desk. As I passed Paul's office, I glanced in. He was standing behind his chair with one hand on his hip. He was clearly busy, but we made brief eye contact as I walked by. He smiled and winked. I smiled and continued to my desk. 

Today was shaping up to be as interesting as yesterday. I shook my head, not believing that was even possible. 



My New Boss Ch. 09



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

After a short while, Rita caught her breath so Lucy didn't waist much time. She walked over and grabbed the slut's arm. "Get up, bitch. It's my turn for fun, now. Your tongue has had enough of a rest. Time for the fun to continue." She held the remote up so the slut could see it. "Keep in mine that Rita will have this, so you had better do as you're told. She isn't one repeat herself."

Rita got up and put her hands on her hips. "OK, slut, it's Lucy's turn. And, don't think for a minute, just because your mouth made me cum, that I'm not gonna drive you hard. I'm gonna make sure you make Lucy cum. Got it?"

Still sitting on the floor, the slut's face was wet from Rita's cum. Her eyes were wide with fear because she knew Rita meant every word she said. "I will do whatever you say, Mistress. Anything at all."

"Well, you impress me, slut. You remembered to call me Mistress. I might go a little easy on you, if you keep that up. Don't take that for sympathy, though. Remember. I'm in charge. Lucy, where's that remote?"

Lucy was standing in front of the slut, lightly caressing her own nipples. The smile on her face told me she was probably thinking of ways that slut's mouth could make her happy. I'm sure she was also enjoying thoughts of Rita being in control of the slut.

Rita was watching Lucy. She was quickly sliding off to another world. Rita's Domme mode kicked in. "Lucy, what are you doing? Don't start the party before the rest of us get there. Come on, now. You're taking some of my fun from me."

"OK. Let's get to it. I'm more than ready." 

"That's obvious, girl. Give me that remote and sit down."

Lucy handed Rita the remote. The slut watched as her boss changed from Lucy to Rita. I saw her lick her lips as she watched the exchange. Her tongue still worked.

Rita didn't waste time. "OK, bitch, get up on your knees. I want you to suck on Lucy's nipples. Suck, but be sure to listen for my voice. I might have you do something different at any time."

"Yes, Mistress."

"OK, now get over there and suck those pretty tits."

It wasn't very far, but because her ankles were bound, the slut had to hop on her knees over to Lucy. After about three hops, she was there, but because of her momentum, she ended up between Lucy's legs. She stopped herself before she head butted Lucy in the chest. 

Their eyes met, and Lucy smiled. "Do a good job, bitch, if you value your ass hole. Rita likes to push buttons."

"Yes, Miss Lucy. I'll do everything she says."

She leaned over and took Lucy's right nipple into her mouth and sucked hard. Lucy gasped. To me, it looked like a vacuum had sucked half of Lucy's tit up. She had great sucking action. And, from Lucy's moans, we could tell she liked it. Then, the slut let go of Lucy's right tit, and moved over to her left. The same thing happened, again. That nipple went right into the slut's mouth. Lucy gasped again. She clasped her hands behind her head, giving the slut as much sucking room as she wanted. Lucy smiled as she watched that slut take turns with each of her nipples. 

I guess Rita decided it was time to get busy, so she walked over to where the two girls were. Lucy was leaning back with her legs spread wide. The bound slut was kneeling between Lucy's legs, sucking on her tits. The slut was leaning over to reach Lucy's nipples, so her ass was sticking out. Rita walked over to her bag and pulled out a paddle that looked like a ping pong paddle.

It had cowhide on both sides, and the handle had been reinforced. Walking back over to the girls, Rita gave the slut a harsh smack on the left cheek of her ass with that paddle. The fuck toy let go of Lucy's nipple and gasped. From the sound of the smack, and the startled reaction from the slut, it must have stung a lot.

The slut's wincing didn't influence Rita. All she did was hit the other cheek with the same amount of force. And, of course, that smack got the same reaction. The slut was whimpering softly, trying to reach her bottom with her cuffed hands. 

Lucy looked up at Rita with a frown. "What are you trying to do, Rita? She's sucking on my nipples. You could have caused her to bite me. She might have bitten my nipple clear off."

"She wouldn't dare, sweetie! I'm just marking my territory. Now she knows I have this paddle, and she also knows I will use it. With it and this remote, I don't think I'll have any problems with her."

"I wasn't having any problems with her, either. Then all of the sudden, she jerked up when you smacked her ass."

Rita began smacking the paddle against the palm of her hand. "I don't think she'd bite you, sweetie. I think she knows better than to do that. If she'd bitten your nipple, she knows I would have made her pay for it."

"If she had bitten my nipple off, I would have made her pay for it!"

"I'll have her make it up to you, sweetie. OK?"

Lucy couldn't stay mad at Rita. "OK."

Rita leaned down and grabbed the slut's hair, turning her head so she could look into her eyes. OK, slut, this is your mission. You start on Lucy's nipples and then work your way down, when I tell you to. From then on, no matter what happens to you, you keep her squirming and wiggling. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress. I will enjoy that."

Rita roughly pushed the slut's face back towards Lucy's crotch. "Well, Lucy, it seems one of us has made a friend. I think it's you, sweet one."

Rita looked over at me and smiled. Something told me she had plans and wanted to make sure we were watching. There really wasn't a chance I wouldn't be watching. Rita puts on a show. And, with this new revelation that the slut enjoys servicing Lucy, I think Rita had plans to take it further.

"OK, slut, make her squirm. Go back to those pretty tits and suck her nipples. She liked that. Do it just like you were before. Suck 'em hard into your mouth. Nibble on 'em. Lick 'em and make 'em wet. I want to hear Lucy make some noise. Do as I say, and she will soon be moaning and begging for more.

Lucy was hot before that slut started on her. She was only getting hotter. Her chest was heaving and she started sticking her tongue out and wetting her lips with it. She kept her hands clasped behind her head, and that only made her tits stand out more. It was like she was offering her tits to the slut, as a prize.

Rita saw Lucy's condition and walked over to the two women again. "OK, slut, now run your tongue all the way down to her clit. But, when you go past her belly button, slurp your tongue in there, just for fun."

The slut did just as she was told. She stuck her tongue out and ran it down between Lucy's tits to her belly button. Lucy moaned as she watched her slide that wet thing down her chest and belly. When she got to her belly button, Lucy squealed and her legs shot out straight. She tilted her head back, and kicked her legs back and forth, giggling the whole time.

"Lucy's belly button is ticklish. Slut, you're making her happy. Keep doing as you're told and I won't use this paddle on you." After a while of watching Lucy giggle and squeal, Rita told the slut to continue on down with her tongue. "Run your tongue on down to her clit, now. She's been waiting for that. Suck on her clit for a while. I think we can torment her like that for a little bit. Stay on her clit. Don't move down to her pussy."

Rita motioned for James. He walked over to her and she whispered something in his ear. He walked over behind Lucy and grabbed her wrists. He told her to raise her legs. He then grabbed her left wrist with his right hand and right wrist with his left. He had hold of her wrists underneath her legs, pressing her legs against her chest.

Rita watched to be sure that James did as she suggested. "Keep your legs open, Lucy, so the slut can get to your sex. That's the whole idea of getting your pussy eaten, you know."

Lucy opened her legs as best she could. James had her so tightly by the wrists that her ass was pushed out. This made it even easier for the slut to get to her clit. She was really going to town, and Lucy was feeling it. She was actually unable to move, because of how James had hold of her. All she could move was her head and her legs from the knees down. It was nice to see her getting serviced that way. She liked it, too.

Rita decided it was time to have the slut get deeper into Lucy. The slut's mouth was making Lucy purr. James was getting a little tongue of his own. He was planting wet kisses on Lucy's neck. Rita watched Lucy enjoy the slut's tongue. "We aren't going to cum, are we, Lucy? You know that isn't the right thing to do. We're just getting started here. If you cum now, you'll miss out on some of the fun. Come on, now, sweetie. Don't you dare cum until I say."

Lucy groaned when Rita said that. She was so close to cumming, it would be work to keep from going over the edge. Rita told the slut to make Lucy groan even more. "Put your tongue inside her pussy, now. Put your nose up against her clit, and fuck her with your tongue. Like you did to me. She'll want to take your tongue home with her."

The slut was doing just as Rita told her. With James holding Lucy's arms like that, I had no problem seeing just what was going on. I could see the slut's tongue as she shoved it inside Lucy's sweet little slit. I could see her nose rubbing back and forth against Lucy's clit. Lucy was going wild. "Oh, God, I wanna cum. Please, Rita, I wanna cum. Make her stop. I can't stand this any more. James, please let me go. I can't move and that tongue is making me crazy. Please?"

James could only laugh. He knew Lucy could sound so sincere when she wanted something. He had heard it far too often. Rita had heard it, too. It wasn't working, this time. Rita decided it was time to advance a little more. "James, be sure you hold her still. She's gonna wiggle, I think. Especially in her excited condition. Slut, I want you to lick her ass hole. She's very sensitive back there, and I think your tongue will drive her crazy, for sure."

The slut acted quickly, doing just as Rita said. Lucy couldn't do anything but take it. She tried to get away from James, but he had a good hold on her. She kicked her legs and screamed to get away, but that slut just kept licking her ass hole like a good little servant.

Rita smiled as she watched Lucy twisting in James' grip. "You like this just a little too much, don't you girl."

"Fuck, yeah. I love it, but I wanna cum, Rita. I wanna cum! Please let me cum."

"No, sweetie. You know it's better when you wait."

"Yeah, but I can't wait. I'm gonna fucking explode! Come on, Rita."

"No, not just yet, sweetie. I've got some more fun in mind for you."

Lucy groaned. She couldn't get away from the slut's tongue. From my view, she was doing a great job at licking her ass. Rita bent down and watched a close up of what she was doing. "That's a good little slut. Lick her little brown hole. She loves the attention. Now, I want you to fuck that hole with your tongue. Stick it inside her ass and wiggle it. Make your tongue rigid and fuck her." Lucy whimpered when the slut's tongue found it's way inside her ass. She threw her head back and groaned. She growled from somewhere deep, when the slut wiggled her tongue inside her ass. Rita was watching everything very closely. "Yeah, that's it. Good. She's getting close. She's getting very close."

Rita walked over to the bag and picked out a bullet vibrator. She walked back to Lucy and the slut. She leaned over and kissed Lucy. Lucy stuck her tongue into Rita's mouth. Rita sucked it in. "You think your tongue is gonna get me to let you cum, don't you?"

"Well shit, Rita. I'm in pain, here. I've got a human tongue fucking my ass, and you wonder if I'm ready to cum? Oh, Shit! Come on, now. This is getting to be too much. Fuuuuck, yeah. Yeah! Shit! Fuck, Rita. Come on, now!"

Rita turned on the vibrator and pressed it hard against Lucy's clit. "Cum, Lucy. Cum hard."

Lucy screamed hard when she felt that vibrator on her clit. She exploded hard. She was still unable to move. James seemed to be enjoying his job. He had a sexy woman in his arms, and she was cumming hard. The slut pulled back away. She was watching Lucy cum. Rita saw this and pushed her face back down between Lucy's legs. "Stay there, slut. I didn't tell you to move. Keep fucking her ass, just like I told you."

Lucy screamed again, as the slut stuck her hot, wet tongue back inside her ass. Rita put her hand at the back of the slut's head. She grabbed a hand full of hair. "Make your tongue hard, slut. I'll move your head back and forth."

The fuck toy was doing her job well. I could see everything from where I was, on the desk. The side view of the whole thing was great. When Rita grabbed the slut's head, everything seemed to break loose. Lucy was cumming hard. She squirmed and wiggled as that slut's tongue went in and out of her ass. Rita held the vibrator on Lucy's clit. It was all just too much for her. She nearly passed out. 

Finally Rita let go of the slut. And, Lucy was calming down. Rita leaned over and kissed Lucy, then she smiled. "Did you like the tongue inside your ass, baby?"

"Weeeeee! God...it was great. But, I thought you were never gonna let me cum."

"Yeah, I know. I was getting into the control of it all. I think the slut was, too. Yep, I think you've got a new friend, Lucy."

James put Lucy down in the chair. She was so worn out she just lay there in a satisfied heap. The slut sat back on her heals. She had a grin on her face, too. She was starting to really like her position.

I couldn't help it. I had to say something. I was getting horny, just watching. "Hey, Rita. Don't wear that slut out. I haven't had my turn with her, for a while. I think it's my turn now. My turn, and then James. It's about time she serviced a couple of real cocks."

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My New Boss Ch. 09



To say that Paul had a busy Tuesday was an understatement. Not long after we went back upstairs after our rendezvous in the storage room, we were both flooded with work. He, with endless phone calls and work approvals, me with staff meeting prep. Paul had also requested a quick write up of each employee's job description and work history, so in my spare time I was busy preparing those as well. 

Occasionally we would catch each other's eye and smile, knowing exactly what the other person was thinking. Neither of us could wait to get our hands on each other. 

Around 2pm, someone tapped quietly on my desk. I looked up and saw Darrin. He was sliding his jacket on. 

"Hey Darrin. Headed to lunch?"

"No. I have to leave early today, before coming back for the meeting."

"Oh that's right. You told me that this morning. Sorry. My brain is fried at this point." I said, motioning to my paper-cluttered desk.

"I think we all feel that way. Trying to impress the new boss and all." 

"Right." I laughed nervously.

"So, you going to save me a seat at the meeting tonight?" he asked flirtatiously. 

"Um...yeah. Sure." I smiled.

"Great. I'll see you later, Brooke." 

Darrin headed for the elevator, waving briefly into Paul's office. I looked up and realized that Paul was standing behind his desk, staring at us. He waved politely at Darrin. I glanced at the clock and realized that neither Paul or I had stopped for lunch. I grabbed my phone and purse and walked to his office door. I knocked as I entered.

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. I'm going to go to the deli across the street. Is there anything you'd like me to bring you? I know you haven't eaten since your breakfast meeting."

Paul just crossed his arms and stared at me.

"Can you sit for a minute, Brooke?" 

"Um...yes." Confused, I walked in and sat down in the modern leather chair across from his desk. He sat slowly into his seat and leaned forward. 

"Who was that employee you were talking to? David? Derek?"

"Darrin. He's a photo editor, Sir."

"Darrin. How long has Darrin worked here?"

"Well, I think he's been here a little longer than I have. Maybe 5 years or so? I can pull his file and bring it to you." I went to stand up. He held up his hand to stop me. 

"No, no need. I just wanted to know a little more about the other guy in the office that wants to fuck you, that's all." He grinned broadly.

I laughed and shook my head. "It's not like that. Darrin has been flirting a little lately, but he's harmless. Besides, I'm a little preoccupied with another man in the office."

"Oh yeah? That's one lucky bastard."

"I'm pretty sure that I'm the lucky one, Sir."

Paul grinned and folded his hands in front of him. I could see his eyes wandering over my body, at the tie on my dress, my cleavage, the way my dress rode subtly up my thigh when I crossed my legs. I kept staring at his hands and his lips, remembering the places that they had been and dreaming of having them there once more. The sexual tension was building all over again. It was impossible to be in a room together and have to fight the urge to rip each other's clothes off. I needed to get ahold of myself, so I stood. 

"What would you like to eat, Mr. Taylor?" 

"Do you really want to know?" he said with a grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Let me rephrase that, Sir, what kind of sandwich would you like from the deli?" I said, shaking my head at his reference.

He smiled. "Turkey on wheat, lettuce, tomato...and how about a large coffee. Black, tw-"

"Black, two sugars. Absolutely, Sir." I interrupted.

"It's only Day Two, and you already remember how I take my coffee?" 

"I told you that I would do my best to be a great Assistant, Mr. Taylor."

"You weren't lying." he laughed.

"I'll be back in about 20 minutes," I said. I turned and walked out, looking back over my shoulder as I waited for the elevator. Sure enough, he was watching. He gave me a quick wink as I stepped on, before the doors closed between us. I sighed and leaned my head against the wall. He always had his eye on me, it seemed. It made me feel desired and sexy....two things that I hadn't felt in a very long time. I realized at that moment that I was going to have to be very careful and guard my emotions. Paul was stirring up feelings in me that would eventually make me want more than just 'office fun'. I knew that wasn't what he wanted, so I vowed to myself to just focus on the sex and nothing else. 

I stepped out of the elevator and walked across the street to the small deli. As I waited for our food, my phone buzzed. I smiled and fished it out of my purse.

Paul Taylor: Spend the night with me.

Brooke Kelley: Tonight?

Paul Taylor: Yes. Go home from the meeting, grab whatever you need and I'll send a cab for you at 9pm.

Brooke Kelley: I don't know...are you sure?

Paul Taylor: I'm tired of telling you, Brooke. Everything is going to be fine. I promise. You have to learn to trust me.

Brooke Kelley: What about work in the morning?

Paul Taylor: I'll drive separate. I'll have a cab bring you into work. Just bring whatever you need to my place. I want to wake up with you.

I shivered. I wanted to wake up with Paul, too. Every morning since I'd met him, he had been the first thing on my mind. It would be amazing to wake up next to him. I could wake up pressed against his body, letting my hands glide over his warm skin. I could wake him up by putting his hard dick in my.....

"Hey lady! Here's your food!" the deli cashier yelled. Clearly, I hadn't heard the first time he called for me. I blinked and realized that there was a line of people waiting behind me. 

"I'm sorry. Thank you." I grabbed the bags, blushed and walked back to our building. 

Once I reached our floor, I went straight to the break room to get Paul's coffee. What was in the pot wasn't fresh, so I emptied it and started a new one. As I waited, I heard someone come in behind me. I turned around. Paul stood in the doorway.

"You never answered my last text." he said quietly.

"I'm sorry. 9pm is fine, Sir." I smiled. 

"I do have one small request." he walked in the room, closing the space between us. The closer he got, the smaller I felt. 

"Whatever you need."

He smiled darkly. "Well, you have a trench coat laying across the back of your chair. I want you to wear that tonight."

I looked at him, confused by his simple request.

"I want you to wear that coat, without anything else on underneath of it." he whispered. 

"You can't be serious."

"I'm completely serious."

"So..." I lowered my voice. "You want me to ride in a cab, with a stranger, completely naked except for a trench coat?"

He nodded slowly. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Taylor." I replied. I looked up at him through my thick lashes. 

"Good girl." he leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. He stepped back. "Until tonight?" 

I nodded slowly. He turned and walked out the door.

I exhaled. My knees felt weak, not just from his kiss, but from the way he pulled this submission out of me. He knew all the right things to say and when to say them. I wanted to do whatever he said and that may have been the most frightening thing about this entire affair. 

I poured his coffee, added the sugar and walked to his office. He was on a phone call, so I just sat everything down on his desk and walked out. I sat down at my desk and stared at my food. I needed to eat, but my appetite had disappeared. All I wanted was for it to be 9pm, so I could be starting my night with Paul. I shook my head. I was at work. I had to focus. I started eating my lunch and putting the employee's meeting agendas together. 

The entire time, I could feel my trench coat on the chair behind me, reminding me of the fun that I had in store for me later. 

>>>

Before I knew it, it was 5:30. Most everyone had left to grab a bite to eat before the meeting, but a few people were still hanging around the office. I grabbed all of the meeting binders that I'd worked on all day and headed to the conference room. I placed a book at each seat. I put Paul's agenda and a bottle of water for him at the head of the table. I walked to his office and knocked on the door. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. Everything is ready for you in the conference room. Is there anything I can get you before we get started?" I asked.

"No thank you, Brooke. I'm fine. Thank you for everything today. You're incredible." he said. He stood up, put his phone in his pocket and walked towards the door. I started to move out of his way when I felt his hand drag against my right breast as he walked out. I gasped quietly, knowing that there were still people in the office, and more were returning every minute. I turned and looked around, but no one was nearby. Everyone was down the hall, filing into the conference room. I sighed and walked to my desk, grabbing my phone, purse and trench coat. I walked to the conference room to join the rest of the employees. 

"Hey...Brooke!" 

I saw Darrin, waving at me to join him and Theresa near the back of the table. I smiled politely, but inwardly I was dreading sitting next to Darrin. I knew that Paul would notice and have something to say about it later. The seats directly next to Paul were already taken, so I really had no choice but to take Darrin up on his offer. 

I made my way to the back of the room and sat down next to Darrin. 

"Hey guys. Thanks for the seat." I said as I placed my things on the back of my chair. 

"I got here first....figured I'd save you a place so you weren't stuck sitting up front with the boss."

"Yeah. Thanks again."

"Is this supposed to take a long time? You made up the schedule for this, right?"

"About an hour and a half, I think. He needs to go over all of our current clients, potential stuff that he's working on...what his work weeks will look like, when you can expect him in and out of the office...that kind of stuff." I replied. 

"Great. Well, at least I'll have something pretty to look at to keep me from falling asleep." he nudged my arm.

I didn't know what to say or do, so I just smiled and started scrolling nervously through my phone. Darrin was nice, but the attraction wasn't mutual. I didn't want to lead him on in any way. Thankfully, he started talking to Theresa and we left it at that. Shortly after, Paul walked in. His eyes immediately began to survey the room. He locked eyes with me, then glanced at Darrin. He looked back at me and subtly raised his eyebrows. I shrugged and shook my head. He just grinned and went to his seat. The chit chat died down as Paul began the meeting.

"Alright everybody. I want to start by thanking you for coming. I know that this meeting was a little last minute and I sincerely apologize. My week is filling up quickly, but I wanted the chance to sit down with everyone and have a discussion about where we are as a company, where we want to go and how it is we will get there as a team. I promise not to bore you with a bunch of useless stuff...I know that each of us has other places that we'd rather be." he smiled. A few people chuckled. I couldn't help but grin at the comment.

As Paul began the meeting, I instantly tuned out. I knew what he was going to discuss and very little of it had to do with me. My job was to work directly for him. I didn't care what clients were on the books, or what accounts everyone was dying to land. All I wanted to do was please Paul Taylor. I couldn't help but study him as he talked. I'm sure I looked very interested, but truthfully, I was only interested in his body. Even though he was older, he was in fantastic shape. Clearly he worked out regularly. The strength he had when he held me against the storage shelves this morning proved that. I smiled at the memory of his body slamming into me, driving his dick deeper into me with each thrust. I thought about the sounds that he'd made as we fucked. The groans of pleasure, the deep, masculine grunts as he shot his cum deep inside of me. Everything about Paul was rugged and sexual. I glanced around the table. Most of the men were paying attention, but the women...they were enthralled, hanging onto Paul's every word. I grinned as I realized that every other woman in the room was probably doing exactly what I was doing. We were mentally undressing and fucking Paul Taylor.

I bit my lip softly at the realization that while everyone else might want him, in just a few short hours, he would be buried deep inside of me and only me. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the familiar pressure building in my pussy. Paul made brief eye contact with me a few times during the meeting, but each of us was able to stay surprisingly professional. 

The meeting went on without a hitch. About halfway through, Paul had each employee read through some lists of potential clients, and write down ways in which we could pull them into our design firm. Everyone talked quietly as they read through the lists, making notes and brainstorming ideas off of one another. Darrin leaned over to me and whispered a joke about one of the potential clients on the list. I giggled and nodded. Soon after, my phone buzzed. I had a text from Paul.

Paul Taylor: I might be running a meeting here, but I know flirtation when I see it. That kid wants you.

I looked up at him and shook my head.

Brooke Kelley: You're wrong. There is nothing going on. Never has, never will. He isn't my type at all.

Paul Taylor: What is your type?

I smiled as I typed my response.

Brooke Kelley: The sexy, powerful, older man in a position of authority type. Know anyone like that?

I looked up at Paul as he read the message. He grinned and looked up at me. 

Everyone started to have a broader discussion, putting a quick end to our texting. I put my phone away and listened as everyone talked through their ideas. Even Sharon, who was finally starting to look human again after her party last night, was participating in the discussion. The staff was excited and the meeting was dynamic. Paul hit on each of the points he was hoping to make, then dismissed everyone, thanking them for the productive meeting. There was an excitement with the staff that I hadn't seen for a long time. Everyone left the meeting ready to tackle their work in the morning. I walked to my desk, closing things up as everyone got their belongings and started to leave. I sat down at my desk, filing away a few extra papers, trying to look busy and kill time. I groaned quietly as Darrin approached my desk. 

"You leaving, Brooke? I can give you a ride home if you want."

"No, that's ok. Don't wait. I've got to get this stuff put away and I only live a few blocks away. I'll be fine. Thanks anyway, though!" I said politely.

"Well, anytime you need a ride...just let me know." he nodded and walked towards the rest of the crowd waiting on the elevator. I couldn't tell if there was a hidden sexual innuendo in what he said or not. I just dismissed it and finished what I was doing. 

Finally, as the last few people were leaving, I started to put on my jacket, giving them the impression that I would be the next to leave. They waved as the elevator doors closed. I looked around. It was silent. I dropped my trench back on my desk and walked to Paul's office. I went in without knocking and walked directly behind his desk. An hour and a half of watching his lips and his hands and the bulge in his pants was too much. I knew that we had the whole night ahead of us, but I needed a little preview. 

As I walked behind his desk, he turned in his chair and faced me. 

"Is everyone gone, Brooke?"

I nodded slowly. I leaned down and pressed my mouth against his. He sighed softly and the muffled sound of his pleasure nearly did me in. Normally it was me that was caught off guard and aroused. I don't think he suspected that I'd come right in and kiss him like that. It was nice to be the one surprising him for a change. 

I took his stubbly face in my hands and pulled his lips deeper into my own. My hands glided around his head and I weaved my fingers into his soft hair. His quiet sighs quickly turned into deep groans. He stood up and took my face in his hands. He crushed his thick lips against mine. I grabbed onto his wrists as he held my head in place. I dug my nails into his skin. I kissed him back with all the pent up passion that I'd held in today. His tongue worked it's way between my lips and soon began to dance with mine. I could feel the rush of hormones hit me. He pulled his mouth off of mine, grabbed me roughly by the waist and sat me on the edge of his desk. 

"I've wanted to kiss you like this all day, Brooke." he said as he kissed my neck. I groaned, tilting my head back, giving him easier access to my flesh.

"Mmmm. Me too." I moaned. He smiled against my neck. His lips worked their way up behind my ear, sending a shiver through my body as he sucked gently on my skin. My hands moved to unwrap my dress. Paul stepped back. I could see his erection pushing against his pants. I reached out and gently rubbed my palm against it. He exhaled and closed his eyes.

"Stop. Not here. I want to get you home. I don't want a quick fuck on my desk. I want to take my time. Besides, I have plans for this gorgeous body." he said as he stepped towards me again, gripping both of my breasts in his hands. I moaned loudly as the pressure on my breasts connected immediately with the deep hunger in my pussy. He stepped back again, pulling me off of his desk and setting me on my feet. He bent down and kissed me deeply. 

"A cab will pick you up at 9pm. You remember what I told you? Only your trench coat." 

I nodded, my breathing unsteady. 

"My door will be unlocked. Just come in and lock the door behind you. Understand?" 

"Yes." 

He looked at his watch. "Ok. Then I'll see you in about an hour, Brooke." he grinned and grabbed my face again. "Tonight is going to be incredible."

I smiled. I knew that was true. I'd made out with him for less than 5 minutes and I was already desperate for him to impale me with his thick cock. I could only imagine what an entire night alone with him would be like. I had no idea what he had in store for me, but I knew that there was nothing I wouldn't let him do to me. Whatever he wanted, he could have. The sexual hold that this man had over me in just a few short days was alarming, but I couldn't help myself. I needed him to be inside of me. 

I blew out a shaky breath and straightened my dress. I turned around and started to walk out of his office without saying a word. The sooner I got out of there, the sooner I could get to Paul's house. I slipped my trench coat on and walked to the elevator. I saw Paul turn off his office light and follow behind me. He smiled down at me, placing his heavy left hand around my waist. It took me a second to remember that we were alone, but once I did, I relaxed and rested my head against him. His hand slid down and grabbed my ass tightly through my dress. The doors opened and we stepped inside. He pressed the ground floor button, and the doors closed softly. I stepped towards him, pushing him gently against the elevator wall. I pressed my body into his, resting my hands on his belt. He kissed me again, and I returned it passionately, sliding my hands up his stomach and resting them on his muscular chest. All too suddenly, the elevator glided to a stop. I stepped away from him, groaning out of pure sexual frustration. Paul laughed.

We walked out into the empty lobby. He motioned for me to follow him.

"Come on. It's late. You don't need to walk home alone. Let me drive you." 

I happily followed him to the parking garage and to his car. It made a soft alarm sound as he unlocked it. He rushed over to open my door for me.

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor." I said seductively as I sat down into the low, leather seats. I slid my legs in and he closed the door behind me. I wiggled in the seat. Just yesterday, Paul had finger-fucked me right here in this very spot. I closed my eyes and breathed in the deep, rich scent of the car. I only lived a short distance from here, but getting there without attacking him was going to be the longest 10 block drive of my life. 




My New Boss Ch. 09



Paul got in the driver's seat and started the car. He pulled out of his spot and out into the cool, dark Seattle night. He reached over and grabbed my knee, squeezing it possessively. 

"I'm so glad that you agreed to stay the night, Brooke. I've got a confession to make, though. I've never had a woman spend the whole night with me."

"Really?" I asked, unable to hide my shock.

He laughed and rubbed a little higher up my thigh. 

"No. I really haven't. I've never wanted anyone to stay until now. Usually, when I'm done...I'm done. I can't seem to get enough of you, Brooke. I want you there tonight, in the morning, at work...all fucking day." Paul pushed his hand up until the side of it was grazing against my soaked panties. 

"God, I can wait to get inside of you, baby." He pulled up to a stoplight. I couldn't help myself. I lifted my ass off of the seat and pulled my panties off. I kicked them to the floorboard and pulled my skirt up to my hips. 

"Please touch me, Sir. I need something...anything." I begged. Paul didn't hesitate. He adjusted his hand and rubbed slow circles around my clit, refusing to touch it directly. I groaned loudly. 

"Ahhhh. Please, Mr. Taylor. More. Please?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No, baby. I want you worked up into a frenzy by the time you get to my house. I don't want to just finger you in the car. Just trust me." He rubbed his fingers up and down the length of my wet slit as he pulled up in front of my apartment building. He pulled his hand away from me. I whimpered softly.

"Now. Do not masturbate, Brooke. The cab will be here shortly. Get your things, get naked and get in the car. Do as your told." he demanded. 

I reached down and grabbed my wet panties off of the floor and shoved them in my trench coat pocket. I sighed and opened the door. Paul grabbed my elbow and pulled me towards him for a kiss. He smiled against my lips. 

"See you in a few, beautiful."

"You're going to kill me...you know that, right?" I laughed.

"It will be worth the wait, I promise." 

I nodded and got out of the car, closing the door quietly. I watched as he pulled away. I walked into my building and went upstairs to my apartment. I glanced at the clock. 8:14pm. I had a little less than an hour to shower, shave and put an overnight bag together. I immediately walked into my bathroom and stripped, tossing my clothes into the basket. I jumped in the shower and let the pulsing spray beat against my skin. Everything felt sexual at this point. The jets of water splashed against my erect nipples. The water dripped down between the soft folds of my pussy. I couldn't take much more of this. I grabbed a cloth and started to wash myself. I was taking longer and longer strokes between my legs before I realized what I was doing. 

I stopped. Paul told me not to masturbate. I needed to listen. He knew what he was doing. I growled out of frustration and finished soaping my body. I shaved quickly and washed my hair. I got out and dried it quickly. I lotioned myself quickly, wrapped a towel around myself and started packing a small bag. I pulled out an outfit and underwear for work the next day. I tossed my makeup bag and some perfume in, along with my phone charger, a brush, some hairpins in case my hair had a 'I've been fucked all night' look to it in the morning and my toothbrush. I was ready. I walked out to my entry way and grabbed my trench coat. I peeled my towel off, draping it on the coat hook. I slipped the trench onto my shoulders and buttoned each button that was necessary in order to keep me from flashing anyone. I tied the belt tightly around my waist, slipped on my heels and looked at the clock. 8:55pm. Any minute now the cab would arrive. I felt my excitement building. I just wanted to get to Paul. 

At 9:01pm, my buzzer rang. I answered.

"Cab for Miss Kelley?" yelled the cabbie.

"Yes. On my way." I grabbed my bag and my purse and walked out my door. I locked it behind me and walked to the stairs. I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness. I could feel my bare nipples dragging against the fabric of the coat. The material was thin, so I wasn't sure if they were visible to anyone or not. I prayed that they weren't as I stepped out of my building and walked to the cab. The driver opened the door for me and I got in, being very careful not to expose myself to him in the process. 

The driver got into his seat, hooked his arm over the back and turned to look at me. 

"I'm under strict orders to make sure you get safely to your destination, sweetie. It's not far. We should be there in about 15 minutes." he smiled and pulled away from the curb. 

I sat back as we started the drive to Paul's house. I kept my legs pressed tightly together. With each bounce of the cab, I could feel my tender nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of my coat. I shivered. I stared out the window, fantasizing about what Paul had in store for me. I couldn't wait. I just wanted to be on him, under him, with him...I didn't care. I just needed to be fucked by Paul. An entire afternoon and evening full of teasing had me boiling over with need. I didn't even care if I looked desperate. I'd beg the man if he wanted me to. He was an incredible lover and I'd never wanted someone so badly before. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we pulled up to a beautiful home. It was about 15 minutes East of me and had a gorgeous view of Lake Washington. As his Assistant, I knew that Paul made good money, but this property looked incredibly expensive. The cab driver pulled up to the front door and got out to open my door for me. I grabbed my things and stepped out as graciously as possible. 

"What do I owe you, Sir?" 

"Not a thing. Cab fair and tip have already been taken care of." he nodded. "Have a nice evening, Ma'am." He got back into his cab and drove away. I walked to the front door and took a deep breath. This was it. Finally.

I pushed the heavy door open and closed it behind me. The house was relatively dark. I set my bags down on the floor and locked the door behind me. I stepped into the house a few feet. Everything looked clean and modern. Directly on the other side of the house was a large glass window that looked out over Lake Washington. I smiled and took a deep breath. This house smelled like Paul. 

"Mr. Taylor?" I called softly.

"Come here." 

I turned, startled by his voice. To my left was a living area. It had deep white couches and dark gray walls. Beautiful pieces of art work hung on the walls. A large TV was hanging above a white stone fireplace. On the opposite side of the room sat Paul, in a large leather armchair. He was leaning back, his left ankle crossed over his right knee, leaning to his left. He was running the fingers of his left hand over his lips slowly. The room was dark, illuminated only by a few, very dim recessed lights in the ceiling. 

I walked into the room, my heels clicking softly against the dark wood floors. Once I stepped onto the plush rug and directly underneath a soft light, he held up his right hand.

"Stop. Take your shoes off and untie your coat." he said quietly.

I took a deep breath and obeyed. I stepped out of my shoes, then untied my coat, letting the belt fall loose.

"Now unbutton it."

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was dark, but I could see the intensity on his face. My insides started quivering. My hands started to shake as I slowly unbuttoned each button on my coat. Once the last button was unfastened, I stood still. 

"Slide it off of your shoulders. Let it fall to the floor, Brooke." 

I didn't hesitate. I hooked my hands into the jacket and pushed it slowly down my shoulders. It dropped, sliding against my skin before falling to the floor. I stood, naked and completely aroused in front of Paul. I saw a faint smile on his lips. He blinked slowly as his gaze wandered over my exposed body. My nipples were as hard as rocks. My stomach was rising and falling rapidly. I could feel my dampness coating my thighs. I saw Paul reach down and rub his erection a few times. He stood up slowly, putting his hands in his pockets. He walked towards me and walked around me. I'd never felt so exposed in my life. I just wanted him to grab me and fuck me, but clearly he was going to take his time with this. 

As he walked behind me, I felt his finger trail across my back. Then he was in front of me again. He stopped and pulled something out of his pocket. He dangled it in front of me. It was a delicate chain. Then I realized exactly what it was. It was a delicate chain attached to two small silver nipple clamps. I looked up at him nervously. 

Without a word, he stepped towards me and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. I groaned loudly. 

"Ohhhh!" I arched my back slightly. 

Paul bit gently onto my nipple, then released it, only to repeat the process on my left breast. I couldn't help but whimper as he pinched the clamps onto each of my hard buds. The thin chain draped down in front of my breasts. Paul stepped back and examined me again.

"Fucking beautiful." he whispered. 

My breathing was increasing steadily. The pressure that the clamps caused was sending me over the edge. I needed a release. 

"Please, Mr. Taylor. Please get me off. I need to get off, Sir." I pleaded. 

Paul smiled and hooked a finger onto the chain between my breasts. He pulled gently, which caused the clamps to pull tightly on my nipples.

I cried out, not knowing if I was feeling pleasure or pain. 

"PLEASE, Sir. You can do whatever you want to me. I just need to get off. I need YOU to get me off." 

He released the chain. 

"Spread your legs, Brooke."

I happily complied. I spread them about shoulder width apart, giving him adequate space for whatever he was about to do. He leaned down and kissed me. I melted into him, thankful for the contact. I whispered against his mouth.

"May I touch you?" 

"Not yet." 

I groaned and kept my arms at my sides. As we kissed slowly, I felt Paul run his fingers across the soft skin on my stomach. My muscles shook beneath his fingers. My blood was pounding in every inch of my body. I felt him drag his fingers down my stomach, over my belly button and down to my pelvis. He took his hands and grabbed my hips tightly, grinding his hardness against my bare crotch. I moaned.

"Ohhhh Mr. Taylor. Please." I closed my eyes. 

Suddenly, I felt Paul let go of me. I opened my eyes in just enough time to feel him smack the backs of his fingers firmly against my clit. The direct contact with my swollen clitoris was almost more than I could handle. I trembled and moaned loudly. He smacked it again. The sound of his skin smacking against my wet pussy was almost as hot as the act itself. It sounded so vulgar. He spanked my clit a couple more times before dropping to his knees in front of me. He frantically washed his tongue over me. Back and forth, over and around my hot spot. The pressure had been so intense leading up to this moment that I came quickly. I felt my juice running down my thighs as Paul did his best to lick it up. I felt his warm tongue making long strokes against my over-sensitized flesh. He sucked hard on my exposed clit and without a thought in my brain, I grabbed his head and hooked my right leg over his shoulder. He grabbed my ass as I balanced against him, grinding my pussy lewdly against his face. I cried out for him over and over until the pressure finally started to subside. I slowly placed my foot back on the floor and tried to catch my breath. Paul stood up, wiping the excess wetness off of his face. He smiled at me darkly.

"Did that take the edge off, baby?" 

I smiled and nodded, still a little dazed from my orgasm. 

"I love to lick your sweet pussy, Brooke." he said, running his fingers slowly between my pussy lips. My breathing started to pick up again. 

"You do know that we are just getting started. That was nothing." 

"I know, Sir. You can do anything to me. I ready for whatever you want." 

Paul smiled and reached up to pull on the chain again. I sobbed softly. 

"How do these feel, Brooke?" 

"Good. Tight, but good." 

"Anytime you want me to stop doing something, just say so. Alright?" he looked down at me with concern. 

"Yes, Mr. Taylor." I smiled.

He kissed me as scratched lightly on my breasts, teasing my clamped nipples, causing my skin to tingle even more. We watched as my nipples tightened and swelled. He leaned down and licked them softly, flicking his tongue against each dark, clamped bud. 

He stepped back and started to undress. 

"May I help?" I asked cautiously.

He smiled and nodded. I leapt forward and pulled his shirt out of his pants. As he worked on the buttons, I unfastened his pants, sliding them down his legs. He was barefoot, so getting him out of his pants was effortless. I tossed them to the floor with my trench coat. He peeled his shirt and tie off, then stood before me in just his underwear. I could see a large wet spot on them. Clearly I wasn't the only one aroused. 

"Get on your knees, Brooke." 

I knelt down, feeling the chain swinging between my large, heavy breasts. Together, we started to slide Paul's underwear off. He kicked them onto the pile of discarded clothing. 

His cock stood proudly away from his body. He grabbed it in his fist and rubbed the wet head against my lips, back and forth. He groaned.

"Lick it, baby. Don't suck on it. Just your tongue." he directed. 

I let my tongue slide out of my mouth and I licked against the heavy, spongy head of his dick. I tasted the salty precum that was smeared on it. I licked the underside, from his heavy balls, up his pulsing shaft, up to his thick head. I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth and give him as much pleasure as he'd given me, but he had told me not to. I'd have to wait for his approval. So, I licked. I covered his cock with my saliva. I let my tongue drag along the thick vein that ran along his length. I let my it dance against his hole, watching as drips of cum moistened the tip. With each new drop, I'd lick it clean. 

"Mmmm. Sir. I love the way your cum tastes." I smiled up at Paul, who was watching me intently. His dick was jerking and jumping with each thick pulse of blood that rushed through it. Finally when he couldn't stand it anymore, he gripped the back of my head and pushed himself into the back of my throat. 

I moaned deeply, sending vibrations down his shaft. He cried out.

"Oh fuuuuck, Brooke. Yesss, baby." 

He held my head in place, then pulled back slowly. I looked up at his eyes as he pulled his thick member out from between my pouty lips. He was breathing fast, heavy breaths, trying to maintain his composure. As soon as his head reached my lips, he shoved it back in forcefully. He couldn't take anymore teasing, so he started pumping quickly into my mouth. I reached my hands up and placed them against his thighs for support. My back arched and I could feel a thick string of our combined fluids drip from my lips and slide down my chest. 

Paul thrust into my mouth fast, then slowly, then gradually speeding up for several minutes. I felt his cock start to jerk and his balls start to tighten. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth completely, leaving me gasping for air. 

"Get on the couch, Brooke." he reached down and lifted me underneath my arms and guided me to the couch, laying me down on my back, my ass hanging over the edge. 

Silently, Paul spread my knees apart as far as they would go. I hooked my hands behind my knees to keep them that way. He leaned down and kissed my stomach, dragging his tongue against my belly. I shook with excitement. He was about to fuck me. I'd been waiting all day for this moment. 

Paul bent down. I stared at his hard body as his glided his wet cock against my dripping slit. I leaned up on my elbows and kissed his chest, feeling his dark, slightly graying chest hair tickle my lips. I kissed up to his neck, sucking gently. He groaned and pushed me down by my shoulders. The head of his dick was lined up perfectly. All it would take is one hard push and he'd be buried in me. He waited. He stared at me and waited. I started to squirm, pushing my hips upward, trying to tempt him, my pussy silently begging to be beaten by his dick. 

He saw my desperation and loved it. 

"Beg for it, Brooke." he said with a smile.

I moaned loudly. "Oh God. PLEASE fuck me. Just fuck me. I've wanted this all day. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you in me, Paul!"

Hearing his name on my lips instead of 'Sir' or 'Mr. Taylor' must have done the trick because he grunted loudly and pushed violently into my pussy. We each stiffened immediately. My torso lifted off the couch and both of my arms wrapped around his neck. 

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed. 

Paul just moaned and pounded into me, setting a frantic pace. He stood upright, lifting my hips off of the couch as he fucked me senseless. I could feel the chain from the nipple clamps rolling back and forth on my skin. My nipples ached, my clit was hard and pulsing. I had juice leaking from my pussy, spreading all over Paul's cock. All of the sensations combined were leading me quickly to a powerful orgasm. Paul swung my legs onto the wide couch and got on top of me. He glided his body back and forth, rubbing his pelvis against my exposed clit. He leaned down and took the chain between his teeth and jerked his head back sharply. The clamps pulled and popped off my nipples. Blood rushed back into them, at the same moment my orgasm hit me. 

I dug my fingers into Paul's shoulders and screamed. 

"FUCK! Ahhhhh! Paul! Oh my God, Yessss!" I wailed. My entire body shook forcefully. 

Paul's climax wasn't far behind. He leaned up on his knees, grabbed my thighs and with a few deep thrusts, I felt his cock explode into my pulsing cunt. 

"Ohhhh yeahhhh...Oh, Brooke. Yes! Oh fuck. Fuuuck." he moaned, pressing himself into me as deeply as he could. Finally his dick stopped twitching and he collapsed on top of me. We were sweaty and sticky and neither of us could breathe normally. He placed his face between my sensitive breasts and moaned. 

"Oh, Mr. Taylor...that was unbelievable." I whispered breathlessly. 

"I love to fuck you, Brooke. God, you're perfect." 

I laughed softly and ran my fingers up and down his back. He moaned with pleasure. After a few moments, he rolled over onto the couch and hugged me to him, gently kissing my forehead.

"I'm so glad that you agreed to stay tonight." 

"Me too," I replied quietly. 

We laid together on the couch for a long time, enjoying the sensations of each other's bodies. I twirled my fingers in his chest hair, he massaged my scalp. We both dozed off for a few minutes here and there, but mostly, we just enjoyed the afterglow. 

I had my leg wrapped against his and slowly, I felt his thick cum sliding out of me. He felt it, too. He leaned down and kissed me. 

"There's more where that came from, baby. Let's go get cleaned up so we can get dirty again."



My New Boss Ch. 10



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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Well, I couldn't help it. I was about to explode. It was my turn to play. I walked over to the chairs and sat down. Rita looked at my growing cock and smiled. She gave me the remote, then walked over and hopped up on the desk. James tried to get Lucy up, but she was too worn out. "She's fine where she is," I said. "Let her rest." He walked over and joined Rita on the desk.

I turned my attention to the fuck toy. She was sitting on the floor, between the two chairs. She had been facing Lucy, but when she saw me come over and sit down, she turned so she was facing me. I stroked my cock and smiled at her. "Remember this?"

"Yes, Sir, I do. Very well."

"Well, then...get your mouth over here and say 'hello' like a good little slut should."

She did her best to crawl over to me, but she had a lot of trouble, because she was bound. I continued to stroke my cock, watching her as she slowly made her way closer. She looked a little like a female snake slithering to her next meal. And, that wasn't far from the truth. Eating was definitely on her menu.

When she finally made it close, her head and shoulders were at my feet. As she pulled herself up and got positioned between my legs, I showed her the remote, just so she'd know where it was. "In case you were wondering where this was, I have it. And, don't make me use it. If I feel any teeth, you will feel this."

She nodded her head, and waited for my OK. I motioned for her to begin, and she quickly engulfed my cock. It seemed as though it was in her mouth and down her throat in all one motion. I expected to be bitten, or at least have her teeth scrape my cock, but that didn't happen. All I felt was the feeling of a wonderful hot mouth completely enveloping my cock. To top that off, she gagged as she forced my cock further down her throat. I don't know what the rush was, but it didn't bother me. I was enjoying the whole thing. Soon, she pulled her head up to the top of my cock, and then shoved herself back down just as far, again. Again she gagged. 

This whole process continued for a while. She rammed my cock down her throat, over and over again. It seemed like she was trying to see how deep she could get my cock into her throat. But, she wasn't a large woman. Even with all of her effort, she couldn't get it all. But, I had to give her credit. She tried her best. 

I looked over at James. He gave me the 'thumbs up' sign and smiled. I didn't know what had gotten into this woman. She was wild. But, I wasn't complaining. I just sat back and loved it. 

Lucy was regaining her strength, and sat up in the other chair. She was watching from behind the slut. I'm sure the view she had was a little strange. All she could see was the back of the slut's head going up and down, and the look on my face. We were all wondering what had come over that woman. She seemed possessed.

The room was very quiet. The slut's sexy slurping sounds were all that could be heard. It seemed that each time she went down on me, she gained a little more length. But, she just didn't have enough throat to take all of me. I decided she could use some help.

First, I told her she needed some help. Then, I grabbed her hair with both hands and started forcing her head down on my cock. It was more fun for me, but no more of my cock was going down her throat. She was just gagging more. I thought more mental torment might work. "Swallow my cock, slut. Swallow all of it, or I push the buttons on the remote." I figured it couldn't hurt to tempt her with a nice vigorous shock to her ass. And, I would enjoy that, too.

Rita sprang up, when I mentioned using the remote. I think she wanted to be the button pusher. She walked over to us, and stood there, smiling. "Need some help?"

"No, I don't think I do," I laughed. "It's my cock she's swallowing. You had your fun. Go back and sit down."

Rita's smile quickly changed into a pout, and she turned to go sit down. I felt bad. I had to say something to fix it. "Rita?"

Rita quickly turned back around. "Yeah?"

"If I do need help, you know you will be the first one I ask for." She smiled.

Rita turned to sit back down and I got back to business. I picked up the remote and put it right on my stomach. The slut moaned when she saw it, but she kept on sucking. I knew it made it more difficult for her to concentrate, but a little intimidation can also do a lot to enhance the act of sucking cock. The whole idea was to force her to try the impossible. 

And, her situation wasn't far from impossible. She was naked and her ankles were tied together. Her wrists were cuffed and bound to the small of her back. She could only use her mouth to satisfy me. But, that metal plug secured in her ass was electric, and I had the controls. It really didn't matter how impossible her situation was. She was my fuck toy. She would perform or else.

I knew she could see the remote. All I had to do was move my fingers close to the buttons to get her attention. She whimpered as I ran my fingers over each button. It was priceless. She had no idea if I was going to push one or not. It was totally up to me.

"OK, slut. I saved your ass from Rita, so you owe me. I don't think you're trying hard enough to swallow my cock whole. I think you can do better."

She groaned and shook her head back and forth. She knew what could happen, and that was not what she wanted. 

"Bitch, you started all of this, so you are gonna have to go along with what I say. I say you aren't trying hard enough. I'm gonna grab your head and fuck your mouth if you don't swallow me whole. I want to see you swallow me down to my balls." I pointed to my stomach, just below my belly button. "Right here is where I want your nose to land."

That got another groan from her. She was still sucking, but her eyes returned to that remote. I milked it for all I could, by keeping my finger very close to the buttons. I also continued to torment her mind. "You know, I could just turn Rita loose on you. I could give her the remote and then grab hold of your head and hang on for the ride. I'm sure you know Rita wouldn't allow any slacking."

My talk got some cute little whimpers out of her, but determined to keep busy, her mouth kept going up and down on my cock. She was doing it all. She sucked hard on the head and used her tongue to lick up and down the length to create little sensations. She even moaned while she had my cock deep in her throat to give me those extra little vibrating tingles. But, she couldn't take all of me.

She even remembered what I told her from earlier in the evening. Her lips formed a very small hole that she pushed my cock through. Then, she pushed her head down and let my cock slide into her throat. On the exit stroke, she sucked hard to make a vacuum with her mouth. She was doing everything she could think of to keep me from pushing a button on that remote. She should have known it wouldn't be enough.

With everything she was doing, it was difficult to keep from cumming. She was really doing her best to satisfy me. She was a petite woman, and her mouth and throat were also petite. That was part of her problem. It was her problem, but I was enjoying it.

Up and down, up and down. She sucked and swallowed my cock, and even gagged on it. It was quite an interesting thing to watch. It was even more interesting to experience. I was impressed not only with her skills, but also her devotion to the task I'd given her. She just couldn't take all of me into her tiny throat.

I couldn't tell her how impressed I was. That was her job, after all. She asked to be used and abused and she was getting just that. To tell her she was doing a good job was not part of the plan. In fact, telling her such things would make it seem like I was going soft on her. I had no intentions on going soft on her. And, that was physically true, at that moment.

I looked over at James. He was in agony. He wanted my turn to be over and his turn to start. "Man, you gotta get on with this. I'm dying, here. I've gone beyond blue balls, to purple balls."

I just smiled. I was in the perfect spot. But, I did understand James' condition. So, I decided it might be time to escalate things a little. I had something in mind to open the slut's throat up a little. 

There she was, on her knees in front of me, all tied and secured. Such a pretty little captive, she was. She was feverishly sucking my cock. I didn't notice how much she was aware, but she was watching me. I had my hand on the remote and only moved it a little, and she whimpered a mild little protest. I slightly caressed the buttons and she whimpered even more.

I grabbed her head and stopped her sucking motion. I held her head between my hands and looked into her glazed eyes. Her mouth was slacked open and saliva was all around it. Her breathing was heavy as she kneeled there, looking back at me. I decided she needed a little help. "Slut, you are doing a lot of sucking, but you still haven't taken all of my cock down your throat. That is what I want and you will do it."

"I'm trying, Sir. It's just that you're so big."

Her eyes got big and round, when she said I was so big. I had to hold back my smile, and keep a mean and serious look. After all, if she was going to be a fuck toy, she had to know how to do her job, right? And, I was just the person to help her with that. "Well, it doesn't seem that you're trying hard enough. I'm gonna have to help you along. But, I think you should ask for my help. Don't you think?"

She had a troubled look on her face, when I mentioned she had to ask for help. I'm sure she knew I was up to something, and she was going to pay for it. She was right. "OK, slut, here's the plan. I have this remote, and you know what the buttons do, right?"

She slowly nodded her head that she did. Her mouth no longer open, her lips were tightly pressed together, as if to keep herself from complaining. I was loving it. She was a perfect victim for my nasty side. "And, so you know what these buttons do, I don't have to tell you how it would feel if I were to press one."

Again she nodded her head that she understood me. I released my grip on her head and picked up the remote. I held it right up to her face and pointed out the three different colored buttons. "You also know that the green button is mild, the yellow is medium and the red button is very nasty. Right?"

She nodded her head vigorously, when she answered. "Oh, yes, Sir. I know that very well."

"OK, then. Here's what I think we need to do. There are three buttons on this thing. I'm gonna give you another chance to swallow my whole cock. And, I want you to ask me to punish you, if you don't succeed. I also want you to ask me to keep punishing you, as long as you fail to swallow me. What do I mean when I say punish you? I will start with the green button. But, if you don't learn soon, I will advance to the yellow button. And, if that doesn't get your attention, the red button is next. Do you understand?"

"But, Sir, I have been trying to swallow you. Really, I have."

"Oh, I don't doubt that. I don't doubt that at all. That just goes to show you need some help. Now, be a good little fuck toy and ask me to punish you if you don't swallow my cock down your throat. Ask me nicely, or I might let Rita come and take over."

She had the cutest little pout on her face. But, she knew I was serious. She had to do as I said. She looked down, as if to choose her words, then she looked up and into my eyes. "Please Sir, I'm having a difficult time taking your large cock down my throat. I'm doing my best, but that isn't enough. I must try harder. Would you please help me?"

I sat there, waiting for her to continue, but she didn't. "Is that it? You didn't finish."

"Sir?"

"You are to ask me to punish you, not help you."

"I'm sorry, Sir." Pouting, she sat there for a little while. "Sir, I'm having a very difficult time taking your large cock into my throat. I'm doing my best, but I will try harder. My only desire is to satisfy your cock with my mouth. I should be punished, if I don't succeed."

"That's better. Now, if you don't succeed on your own, do you feel you deserve to be punished?"

"I'm trying very hard, Sir. Really, I am. I just can't take all of you. But, if you desire to punish me, that is your choice."

"No, you're avoiding the question. I want to know that you think you deserve to be punished, if you don't perform satisfactorily." I held up the remote to remind her. "Now, let's try again."

She frowned when she saw me hold up the remote. That frown quickly turned to a pout, as she finally seemed resigned to her fate. "Sir, if I don't satisfy you, I should be punished. I deserve to be punished in any way you desire, if I don't swallow your whole cock down my throat."

Finally! I was wondering if she was going to say it. It was obvious that she needed additional training. I was close to pressing a button, just because of her avoidance to answering. But, I can be nice, if I want to be. 

I took her head between my hands, again and looked deeply into her eyes. "Now, you know what is expected of you. Do you understand what will happen, if you don't perform?"

She lowered her eyes, when I said that. "Yes, Sir."

"Fine, then. Let's see if you can do any better, this time."

She opened her mouth and I pushed her head down onto my throbbing cock. She quickly engulfed as much as she could, but still couldn't swallow me whole. She gagged, and pulled her head up. With a long face she looked into my eyes. "Sir, please let me try again. I can do better. Please?"

I hadn't given up on her. And, I couldn't resist her. She was eager to satisfy me. But, I reminded her of her agreement. "I have been patient with you. And, I will continue to be patient. But, we have an agreement. You will perform or be punished. You have one more chance."

She quickly went down on my cock. I loved watching her try to swallow me. Her mouth was hot and she was good at sucking. But, again she failed to take me completely down her throat. 

I looked over to James and the girls. They all were watching closely. "Where are the slut's panties? I need her panties and a scarf."

Rita quickly found them. She got a scarf from her bag, and brought panties and scarf to me. I put my hands on the slut's shoulders. "Rita, stuff her panties into her mouth and secure them with the scarf. Open wide, slut."

Rita smiled from ear to ear. The slut reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted her panties inside. Rita used her fingers to stuff the panties deep into the slut's mouth, forcing a muffled cry. She roughly put the scarf between the toy's teeth, pushing the panties in, even further. She tied the scarf behind the slut's head, leaving our naked little fuck toy silenced. Rita stood back and smiled, as if she had just won some roping contest at the rodeo.

I pushed the slut backwards, and she sprawled on to the carpeted floor, completely helpless. She knew what was about to happen. Her eyes showed it.

I picked up the remote and pressed the green button. The slut's body jerked and a muffled cry was squelched by the panty gag. I pressed it again, and her body jerked again. It looked like she was trying to get away from a bee that was stinging her ass. She thrust her torso up off the floor, each time I pressed the button. I did this several times, and each time the slut yelped from behind the gag. 

Each time Rita laughed with glee. Lucy walked over and sat in the other chair, and clapped her approval of the punishment. I had my own cheering section. Lucy and Rita loved to watch someone else get punished. 

I stopped for a short time, letting the slut relax a little. Then, I walked over to her and leaned down to her face. Her forehead was covered with sweat, and her nostrils were flaring from her heavy breathing. 

"OK, slut. You know the consequences of not performing. But, this is only the first level. What you felt was the green button. I still have the yellow and the red button. I'm going to give you another chance. But, just so you know the score, I want you to feel what will happen if you fail, again."

I held the remote up, right to her face, and pressed the yellow button. Her eyes got big, just as she saw what I was doing, but she knew she could do nothing to stop me. When I pressed the yellow button, she screamed, but the gag did its job, well. She thrashed around on the carpet as if it was hot pavement against her body. When she finally stopped, her chest heaved as she lay there, whimpering softly.

I walked back over and sat down in the chair. "OK, ladies, would you please help her back up? I'm going to give her another chance."

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My New Boss Ch. 10



I groaned deeply as I leaned back into the water. Steam was filling the bathroom. I closed my eyes and let the hot water soothe my tired muscles. The door creaked open. I opened my eyes to see Paul walking in, carrying two wine glasses. He was completely naked. 

The glasses clinked softly as Paul sat them down on the edge of the stone tub and slipped in behind me. The bath was huge and could easily fit the two of us, with room to spare. I leaned back against his chest as we sank down deeper into the water. He wrapped his strong hands around my shoulders and started massaging. 

"Mmmm..." I moaned. 

He kissed the side of my head. 

"How is our sleepover going so far?" 

"Incredible. Do you treat all of your guests this well?" 

He laughed. "No. The last guests I had over was my poker club. Trust me. I didn't fuck or bathe with any of them."

I laughed and turned around to face him. He sat up straight and I straddled his lap in the water, wrapping my arms around his neck. He gripped my hips tightly and pulled me down against him. His dick was slowly growing stiff beneath me. We just stared at each other for a few seconds. I smiled at him.

"I'm really glad that you're my new boss." I said with a grin. 

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm really glad that you're my new assistant." he said as he leaned in to kiss me. 

I pressed my wet body against his. I felt my sensitive nipples press into his chest and I winced. 

"You ok?" he asked, looking down at my chest. 

"Yeah. Just a little sore. It's not that bad."

"You should have told me to stop if it hurt." 

"I promise. I'm fine. There was no way that I was going to stop you. I'm pretty sure that was the best sex I've ever had." I confessed.

"Good. It was pretty damn incredible, wasn't it?" he said, rubbing his hands up and down my soapy back.

"Yes. You do know what an amazing fuck you are...right, Mr. Taylor?" 

His eyes darkened. I could feel his dick jerk beneath me. He leaned forward and kissed my collarbone.

"Why don't you tell me just how amazing?"

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as he licked and kissed my skin. "Mmmm...well, for starters, you have the most beautiful cock I've ever seen. You know exactly how to use it. You take your time. You build it up. You make me so crazy for your dick, I can't see straight. I barely remember the drive here tonight because I was so desperate for you to fuck me." I laughed.

He smiled against my neck, nuzzling underneath my jaw. The soft stubble on his face scratched against me, causing my skin to tingle. I groaned. 

"What else, baby?" he asked. His hands dipped beneath the water, grabbing onto my ass tightly. He pushed his erection against my pussy. I started to grind against it very slowly as he guided me with his hands.

"I love to suck your dick. I love the way it feels when you push it down my throat." I leaned back and kissed him again. "Sometime tonight, will you please cum in my mouth, Sir?" I asked between kisses. He groaned against my lips. 

"Fuck...yes." 

"Good. I just want to make you feel as incredible as you make me feel."

"You already do, Brooke...but watching you swallow my cock is something that I'll never say no to." 

"That's good to hear." I giggled. I leaned back and took a long sip of wine. As I turned around to drink, I felt his hand slide up my stomach, then between my soapy breasts. He shifted and pushed me off of his lap and back against the other side of the tub. He glided through the water and pushed my legs apart with his knees. He leaned over me, kissing me passionately. 

God, this man could kiss. His lips were so soft. He sucked gently on my lower lip, then quickly pushed his tongue against mine. Each time we kissed, I felt the familiar twinge of arousal spark inside of me. 

"Want to go to bed?" he asked quietly.

I nodded. He pulled off of me and stood up. Water dripped heavily off of his body. His dick was almost fully hard again. I moved quickly to my knees and sucked the head of his cock between my lips. I looked up at his eyes and smiled, my mouth wrapped around him. He traced his thumbs over my stretched lips. 

"You're beautiful, Brooke." he said quietly. 

I sucked a little tighter and moaned as I pulled my mouth off of him. 

"Thank you, Sir." 

"Come on. I want to get you in bed." We both finished the last of our wine. Paul pulled a soft white towel off of a shelf and wrapped me in it. He wrapped one around himself, then grabbed my hand and lead me to his bedroom.

The room was exactly how I imagined it would be. Masculine and modern. He had an enormous bed. It had a padded, black leather headboard. All of his linens were white and a large white, down comforter was folded at the end. The walls were a soft gray color and two glass lamps dimly lit the room from the side tables next to his bed. Paul walked us to the bed and sat down on the edge. He pulled me in between his legs. He pushed the heavy towel off of my body. I stood against him, naked and willing for whatever the night had in store for me. He rubbed his hands over my hips and up to my waist. He leaned forward and kissed my stomach. My hands found their way to his shoulders and I gripped them firmly. 

"So you want me to cum in your mouth, Brooke?" 

"Mmm-hmm." I mumbled quietly.

He stood up and pulled off his towel. His hard, heavy cock sprang free. He laid back on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. We kissed for a moment, letting our bodies rub against each other. Slowly, I started to slide down his body, kissing and licking my way closer to his dick. 

As I kissed his chest, his thick member rubbed between my breasts. I felt his hands slide down and push my breasts together around it. I put my hands on either side of his body, lifted my head and moaned.

"You ok?" he asked softly, remembering that my breasts were sore from earlier.

"Mmmm. Yes. Don't stop." I moaned as he started sliding his dick back and forth between my heavy tits. My sensitive nipples were dragging against his pelvis, getting harder with each stroke. He was completely erect at this point. I could hear quiet sighs and soft grunts coming from him. After a moment, he let go of my breasts and pushed me further down his body until my face was over his rigid cock.

I licked the entire length of his shaft, from his large balls up to the head. He moaned as he propped a pillow behind his head. He was getting settled, ready for a show....a show that I was more than happy to perform for him.

I positioned myself between his muscular legs. I placed my left hand against his pelvis for support while I firmly gripped the base of his dick in my right hand. I leaned down and sucked all the way down to my hand. I paused with him deep in the back of my mouth. I took a second to enjoy the feel of his cock as it pulsed against my tongue. I moaned and pulled my mouth off of him slowly, letting my lips drag against the velvety skin of his dick. I pulled my hand up along with my mouth, and I started jerking on him slowly while I sucked on his head. 

Paul was breathing heavily. His hands reached down and he laced his fingers into my hair, scooping it off of my neck, and holding it back so he could have an unobstructed view of what was happening. I pulled my mouth off of his cock completely and just glided my hand up and down his slippery shaft. 

"I love to suck your cock, Mr. Taylor." I breathed.

Paul groaned as I wrapped my other hand around him. I worked them simultaneously, twisting and pumping slowly on his wet dick. 

"Oh God, Brooke..." he moaned as he tried to lift his hips into my hands. I wrapped my lips tightly around the head of his cock and slid it all the way down my throat. My lips pressed firmly against his pelvis. I pulled back almost all the way, then pushed back again. I continued this, over and over, deep throating him repeatedly.

Paul's grip in my hair tightened even more. He started pushing and pulling my head up and down his cock, nearly choking me as he punched his thick shaft into my throat. He pulled me off completely, letting me catch my breath. My mouth gaped open as I tried to fill my lungs with air. Before I knew it, Paul was kneeling on the bed. I got on my hands in knees in front of him, my mouth aligned directly in front of his dick. He placed one hand on my throat and the other against the back of my head as he started fucking my mouth.

I groaned and closed my eyes tightly. I loved when he used me like this. Feeling him take control and do exactly what he wanted made me shake with excitement. I started rolling my hips involuntarily. Paul sensed my need, as usual.

"You want to get off, baby?" he grunted. 

I popped my mouth off of him just long enough to moan, "Yesss." I quickly sucked him back into my mouth, sliding him down my throat. 

"You still want me to cum in your mouth?" 

"MMMM-HMMM!" I moaned, my mouth full. 

"Are you close?" 

I nodded quickly. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. Everything Paul did and said aroused me. I knew that it wouldn't take long at all for him to push me over the edge again. My clit was pulsing, my pussy was clenching, gripping at nothing, just desperately waiting to be filled. 

He pumped slowly into my mouth.

"I'm going to turn you around and fuck you, Brooke. When I tell you to roll over, get on your back and open your mouth. Understand?"

I moaned and nodded, staring up at him with his dick buried in my mouth. He groaned and pulled himself out from between my lips, grabbing me and turning me around. 

I felt Paul reach down to make sure that I was wet and ready for him. Not only was I wet, but I was dripping at this point. My warm juice was completely coating my pussy and thighs. 

"Fuck, Brooke. You're so fucking wet. Do you know how hot that is? Knowing how much you want this?" he groaned as he rubbed the head of his dick against my slit.

"Ooooh, Mr. Taylor...I-I want this so bad. You make me want this so much!" I started trembling.

He lined his dick up against my pussy. The head pushed against my hole, pressing against the tight flesh. He grabbed my hips and squeezed them tightly. I tried pushing myself back onto his cock, but he held me still. My legs shook in anticipation. Without warning, Paul pushed his entire length into me. My arms gave out and my head and torso fell firmly into the mattress, my ass still pushed up into the air. Paul quickly reached around and started feverishly rubbing my clit. I was gasping for air and moaning into his sheets. I could feel my pussy gripping him as my orgasm started to radiate through my body. I leaned my head up and cried out.

"F-u-uuuuck, comiiiing!" 

Paul was moaning my name, pumping himself into my frantically. He swiftly pulled out and jerked me onto my back, scrambling to kneel over my head. I lifted my mouth and sucked him deep into my throat just as he exploded into orgasm. I could feel the base of his cock pulsing against my lips. He gripped my hair as his hips jerked against my face. I could taste him. I could taste me. Everything was hot and wet and sticky. My hands clawed at the sheets as his orgasm finally started to subside. He groaned my name and slowly slid himself out of my mouth. I coughed and gasped for air as I tried to swallow every bit of his thick cum. 

He rolled over next to me, both of us lying on our backs, our breathing staggered and irregular. Neither of us spoke for several minutes as our hearts and our breathing tried to regulate themselves. 

Once our bodies calmed down, Paul rolled over and brushed the hair off of my face and neck. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder gently.

"Brooke, I don't even know what to say...that was...fuck. That was amazing. You are amazing." he kissed my shoulder again. 

"It's not me. I'm pretty sure that you are the amazing one, Mr. Taylor. This is the best sex I've ever had, without question." I said sleepily.

"I knew the second I saw you that I wanted to get you in bed, Brooke."

I giggled. "Didn't take you long to get your wish. I guess I'm just easy like that."

Paul shook his head. "Not easy. We just have this connection. You can't have sex this good and tell me that there is no connection. We just...work." 

I smiled and nodded my head, my eyes starting to droop. It had been such a long day. Sex in the storage room, piles of work, dirty texts, a staff meeting, endless flirtation, nipple clamps, hot sex, a dirty bath, a blowjob, more sex and a stomach full of cum. All of this made for one exhausted woman. I was half Paul's age, but I only had half the stamina he had. I felt my eyes staying closed longer and longer. I simply could not keep them open. I felt Paul roll me over onto my side and snuggle against my back, our bodies still warm. 

He kissed my shoulder blade and laid his head down. Before either of us could say anything else, we both fell into a deep sleep. The last thing I remember was smiling to myself as I felt Paul's hand press possessively against my stomach, pulling me tightly against him. I could feel his soft chest hair against my back. His breath was warm against my neck. I sighed contently. 

As I drifted away, wrapped in Paul's arms, I realized that I had never in my life felt as safe and peaceful as I did at that moment. 

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It wasn't long before I woke up. I was naked and starting to get cold. I rolled over and saw that Paul was still sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him, so I slowly rolled out from underneath his arm and got out of his bed. Not wanting him to get cold, I pulled the thick comforter up from the foot of the bed and covered him gently. He mumbled something in his sleep, but never opened his eyes. I smiled. 

I reached down and grabbed our towels. I took them back to the bathroom and put them in a basket. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Sure, I looked tired, but I couldn't help but grin at my reflection. This had easily been the most exciting 48 hours of my life. Everything was going so well. I shook my head in disbelief as I walked to the front door to retrieve my bag. I needed to brush my teeth. I passed by the kitchen on my way and realized that I was starving. I tiptoed to his fridge and grabbed a cup of yogurt. It took me a few tries, but I finally found a spoon. 

I walked around his kitchen, completely naked and slowly eating the yogurt. I glanced at the clock. 1:16am. I was going to be exhausted in the morning, but I didn't care. I walked slowly into his living room. I stepped in front of a bookcase. There were a few pictures. One of Paul and another man that looked similar...a brother or cousin, I figured. One of Paul with a group of people, standing by the finish line of a marathon, holding up a medal. There were also a few pictures of children, who I assumed were nieces and nephews. It was a brief glimpse into a side of Paul's life that I didn't know much about. We had talked about very little other than our mutual attraction and how incredible the sex was between us. 

I quickly caught myself. This was what I had been afraid of. Paul made it clear from the beginning that he was just looking to have a good time. I had to remember that. I shouldn't even be looking at this stuff. I went to the kitchen and threw my yogurt away, put the spoon in the sink and got a glass of water. I went to the front door and got my bag and my purse. As I turned to walk back to the bathroom, I saw that my trench coat and his clothes were still thrown on the floor from when I got here several hours ago. I went back into the living room and picked them up, carrying them to the bathroom with me. 

I put his clothes in the basket and walked to the sink. I brushed my teeth and rinsed my face. I quickly realized just how tired I was, so I used the bathroom and walked quietly back into Paul's bedroom. He hadn't even moved. I placed my purse on the table next to the bed and plugged my phone into the wall, setting the alarm for 6:45am. 

I pulled the thick blanket back and slid underneath it. My head pressed slowly into the soft, downy pillow. I turned my back to Paul, gently wrapping his arm around me again. He was so warm. Unconsciously, he wrapped a heavy, muscular leg over mine. I was cocooned by Paul Taylor. I could feel his dick twitch beneath me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes and grin. Even asleep, this man had more stamina than me. My body was exhausted, but I couldn't seem to shut my mind off. I needed to figure out a way to just shut off my emotions. I could tell that my feelings for Paul could easily turn into something more than just the passionate sexual connection that we shared, and I didn't want them to. I wanted to enjoy this affair and not worry about scaring him off. 

So, I laid in that huge warm bed, wrapped in the soft white blanket and in the arms of a man that just wanted me for sex. I fell asleep, repeating to myself that that was all I wanted, too. 

It was just sex.

It was just sex.

It was just mind-blowing sex...



My New Boss Ch. 11



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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Lucy and Rita got up. They each took an arm and picked the whimpering slut up to her knees. They brought her over and presented her between my open legs. Lucy started to remove the gag, but I stopped her. "Not yet, I have something to explain to her, first." 

She needed an extra something to satisfy me. I was giving her another chance. Knowing the punishment she would receive should be an incentive for her. Still, I wanted to know before I removed the gag, just in case another lesson was needed.

I took her head in my hands and looked her in the eye. She looked frightened at what I might do. That's just how I wanted her to feel. "I'm going to give you another chance. You know the punishment, if you don't succeed this time, right?"

She nodded her head. She didn't seem as excited in continuing as she had, at first. 

"I just want you to know that was the green button I was pushing. The last time, it was the yellow button. I wanted you to feel it, because if you don't succeed this time, that is how you will be punished. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head, again. Fright was still in her eyes. But, I think she was also determined to succeed, too.

"So, now that you know the score, are you ready to give it another try? Or, do I shove you back onto the floor for some added coaxing?"

She quickly nodded her head. She knew her fate, if she didn't succeed, but she also knew what would happen if she didn't want to try. I made sure she understood.

"OK, Lucy, you can remove her gag. Let's see if she has any new ideas for swallowing cock. She better, or her ass hole will surely pay the price."

Lucy untied the scarf, and pulled the panties out of her mouth. I knew her mouth was dry, and asked Rita to get her a glass of water. "I want her throat sufficiently lubricated before she starts. I'll give her that much help." 

Rita went into the bathroom and got her a drink. She walked over and handed me the glass. I held it to the slut's lips and helped her drink. She drank the whole glass of water. "I think we've been lax in the slut's needs. She's had quite a workout, tonight."

I looked at her, and then the empty glass. "Do you want another drink, slut?"

"Yes please, Sir."

"Rita, get her some more water, will you?" 

Rita gave me a funny look, when she took the glass from my hand. She thought I was treating the slut too nicely, I think. But, her fluid intake was low. If she wasn't physically able to perform, we would suffer, too. So, giving her a drink was helping our satisfaction, too.

Rita came back with the second glass of water. I held it to the slut's lips as she drank most of it down. Seeing there was still some water in the glass, I asked, "Have you had enough? There's still some in here."

"No, Sir, I'm fine. Thank you, Sir."

"Fine, huh? Well, it's time to get down to business, then. I'll see just how fine you are."

I pointed to my hard cock and then to her mouth. "Put this in there, and swallow." She cleared her throat and went right to work. Just as before, she didn't waste any time getting it into her mouth. And, she quickly pushed it down to her throat.

Gagging on my cock, she still couldn't get all of me into her throat. I decided some coaching might help. I knew my brand of coaching wouldn't really be positive, but I thought it would get results, just the same. "Come on, slut. That's no better than last time. Don't disappoint me, here. You can do better than that. Your ass depends on it."

"Literally," Rita laughed.

Lucy joined in, too. "Come on, bitch! You're no smaller than I am and I can swallow him whole. He isn't that big!" She quickly put her hand to her lips and looked over at me with a submissive smile. "I'm sorry, Sir. You are quite big. Really you are."

Everybody got a kick out of that. Especially me. "Oh, that's OK, Lucy. I know what you mean. Really give it to her. Make her swallow me like you do."

Lucy had a determined look on her face. She got down to her face and yelled like a drill sergeant. "Swallow it, bitch. Take it all down your slutty little throat, if you know what's good for you. Remember that thing's in your ass. Wait 'til you feel the red button, bitch. You think the green and yellow are bad. If I were you, I'd swallow that cock."

Rita looked to me for the OK, because she didn't want to lose out on her part of the fun. I nodded my head and she took position on the other side of the slut's face. "Swallow, bitch, if you don't want another shock. If it were up to me, I'd be zapping you with the red button, over and over. I don't think you're trying hard enough. I think you need your ass zapped a couple more times, just to get your attention."

Watching Lucy and Rita victimize the slut that way was fun all by itself. But, even with their special encouragement she couldn't take any more of my cock. It was sad. I thought sure she would do better, after the shocking I gave her. I decided she needed a different type of encouragement. "Do you need another shock lesson, slut? I've got my finger on the yellow button. If you can't do any better than this, I think I'll give the remote to Rita and Lucy. I bet they could have some fun with you, huh?"

That made Rita light up. Lucy was too into the roll of drill sergeant to hear me. She was something else. "Here slut, let me show you how it's done. She pulled the slut's head by her hair and my cock popped from her mouth.

I couldn't understand what Lucy was doing. "Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm gonna prove to this bitch it's possible to swallow you, Sir. OK?"

"OK. Swallow away."

Lucy got onto her knees and licked her lips. Then, in almost one quick motion, she swallowed my complete cock down her throat. I was in heaven, watching that. Her cute face distorted as she swallowed me whole. Then, just as quickly, she lifted her head up, leaving my cock glistening of her saliva. Lucy looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her. Then, Lucy turned to the slut. "See, bitch? Now it's your turn. It really isn't that difficult." 

Rita had an idea. She leaned over and whispered to me. She would tell me she could get the slut to swallow me, if I would give her the remote. I would resist, but she would continue to ask. Knowing the slut didn't want Rita to get the remote, it might give her some insensitive to work at it, harder. I thought it was worth a try.

Rita played her part well. I really don't think she was playing. "Give me the remote, Sir. I'll get her to swallow you, if I have to make her asshole sizzle and smoke."

"No, Rita, it's my turn and the remote is mine."

"But, if you give me just one chance, I know I can make her do it. Really I can."

"I'll think about it. But, for now, just continue as you are."

No change. The slut was still trying, but not getting any more of me down her throat. What was it going to take? Then, I had an idea. "Rita, shove her head down on me. On the downward strokes, push her head down."

Rita liked that idea. "Yes, Sir! I can do that!" She got up and leaned over the slut's head. When she went down, so did Rita. She put most of her upper weight on her. I could feel it. The slut gagged, and Rita let her up. Then, the next time, Rita did the same thing, and the slut gagged again. "Swallow, bitch. Take his cock like a good fuck toy should. You're not holding out on us, are you? That wouldn't be a smart thing to do."

I had another idea. I decided it was time. I got the remote and held it in my hand, waiting. I looked at Rita and she smiled. When Rita leaned down on the slut, I pressed the green button. The slut let out a scream that I felt on my cock. Rita held her down, as her body jerked. Then, she let her up, again. By that time, the slut was whimpering around my cock. Down once again, and Rita leaned on her hard. I pushed the green again and still no measurable results. 

Time to escalate again. I moved my finger to the yellow button, and when Rita leaned on the slut's head that time, I pressed it. She let out a scream and her body jerked around. That scream was from deep inside. When she screamed, Rita pushed down on her head and my cock went down into her throat. But once wasn't enough. And, she wasn't doing it totally on her own, either.

Rita leaned again as the slut started to gag. She pulled her head up, and then rammed herself down on my cock, hard. Rita followed her and leaned on her. I pushed the yellow button, and again the slut screamed bloody murder. Her screaming did the trick, again. My whole cock went into her throat. So, it was possible, after all.

Some training on mouth fucking was in order. If she was going to be my fuck toy, deep throating was a necessity. I would have Rita and Lucy teach her. That would be another popcorn moment, for sure.

Rita and I had a rhythm. The slut was doing her part, too, but she had no choice. Rita didn't let her up until after I had pushed the button. And, it seemed the harder she screamed, the more her throat opened up. I was tempted to see what the red button would accomplish, but I decided to save it for later. The yellow was working.

The slut continued her attempts and Rita continued leaning on her. I also continued to press the yellow button while Rita held her down. It worked, every time. I knew it would only be a matter of time until she learned, but would her behind hold out?  

I noticed I wasn't enjoying myself as much as I was controlling the situation. I decided I should give the remote to someone, and just watch and feel the slut's mouth on my cock. But, I didn't know if I should give it to Rita or not. And, if I gave it to Lucy, Rita would be upset for sure. I just didn't want Rita to get carried away with it. "Rita, I think you are doing such a good job, I'm gonna give the remote to drill sergeant Lucy. You two can work on her, and I'll just concentrate on my satisfaction."

Rita was not happy. "Hey, I should get it. I know how to run it best."

Lucy was smiling from ear to ear. "I don't think he could have made a better choice. I will use it only when necessary. I've been watching and I know just what to do."

I smiled at both of them. Rita was a little disappointed, but she would recover. Lucy did seem the lesser of two evils, as far as the buttons were concerned. I handed her the remote. 

"OK," Lucy said. "Now, we're gonna have some fun." She got right down to the slut's face again, and showed her the remote. "Guess what I've got, bitch? Now, you're gonna learn how to swallow!"

When I heard that, I thought I'd made the wrong choice. Lucy had changed from sweet sergeant to evil button pusher. I had no idea that would happen. God only knows what Rita would have been like.

Lucy walked around behind me and leaned on the back of my chair. She started kissing my neck. She leaned a little further over and sent her tongue into my throat. I sucked it down, and she let out a whimper. For a second, her tongue was mine, and so was she. I let go of her tongue and gave her a sensuous kiss in return for hers. She moaned, then looked at me, passionately. "Mmmm, you know how to deep throat a tongue, Sir," she smiled.

"I know how to deep ass a cock, too, sweetie." 

She smiled. "Oh, I know you do, Sir. I know you do."

Rita was watching all of this. She was getting very impatient. "Come on, you two. Let's get on with it. Save that for later."

Lucy stood up and barked an order to the slut. "OK, bitch. Swallow that cock, and make him cum. That is your job. Swallow all of him, or I push the button. Rita, lean on her, and I'll press the button."

"I know my part, here. You just remember to push the button at the right time."

Lucy stuck her tongue out at Rita. That made Rita smile. "I'll remember that for later, little missy." Lucy just smiled.

She walked back around the chair and got right into the slut's face. OK, time to swallow, bitch. Let's see it. Time to make him cum. Take it all." She stood back up and walked around behind her. Then, she quickly turned around and got back in her face. "Take him down your throat. Every bit of him, or I push the button. It's as simple as that. Swallow."

The slut went down on my cock, and Rita was ready. She leaned hard, and Lucy didn't miss her cue. She pushed the yellow button and the slut screamed. James said the show from his angle was great. He could only see the bottom half of the slut, and every time the button was pushed her cuffed hands clinched, her ass would jerk up and then wiggle. He said he couldn't wait to get his hands on that ass.

It seems women are more vicious to other women than men are, in some situations. Lucy and Rita were just that sort of women. Lucy barked commands to swallow my cock, and Rita leaned on the slut, and even took to spanking her naked ass, at times. She would yell out her own commands at the slut, as she spanked her.

I was just laying back and enjoying everything. I got to see Lucy and Rita in Domme mode and had my cock serviced, too. It was not a normal evening at the office. But, from that night on, it would be. My new fuck toy was in training.

My cock was getting harder, watching everything before me. I'm sure the slut's ass hole was getting a good shock, but Rita was holding her down. Lucy didn't hesitate to press the button, either. If that slut didn't do as Lucy said, she paid for it.

After several minutes had gone by, she was actually taking all of my cock into her throat. It always required her to scream first, but Lucy made sure of that. The slut's eyes were wet and tears were running down her cheeks. I'll bet she gagged and screamed more than any one ever had before.

I wasn't far from cumming. It wasn't difficult to tell because I started yelling out my own commands. I wanted my cock swallowed, the head licked, nibbled, etc. I had to really yell to be heard over Lucy and Rita. The slut didn't know what to do. Everyone was yelling at her. She just kept sucking and swallowing, as best she could. Lucy had her face down close, and was watching to see if the slut's nose touched my stomach. If it didn't, she yelled to Rita to shove the slut's head down harder. Ah, teamwork! 

It all came to a head for me, as I finally yelled, "I'm cumming!" I grabbed the slut's head and held her there, while I filled her throat with my cum. She swallowed it all, surely thankful her latest ordeal was at an end. It was an explosive orgasm for me, because it had taken so long. But, I wasn't complaining.

Lucy and Rita gave each other a high five. Rita shoved the slut to the floor. She lay there, on her side, chest heaving as she caught her breath. Then she whimpered softly. I'm sure she felt used, and she looked used, just as a fuck toy should. Her ass was red and her lips were crusted with my cum. But, she never took all of my cock without help. I was determined that she would, before the evening was over. I had confidence in my new fuck toy. That, and I hadn't used the red button, yet.

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My New Boss Ch. 11



I felt him reach across my body. As I started to wake up, I heard him fumbling with my phone, trying to shut off the alarm. I sat up, the blanket falling around my waist. I rubbed my eyes and picked up my phone, quickly silencing the alarm. I moaned and stretched my arms to the ceiling. For as little sleep as I got, I felt surprisingly well rested. I felt Paul's hand press into my stomach, pushing me back down into the bed. He climbed on top of me, working his way between my legs.

"I have to get up. I have to be at work by 8 and I need to shower." I mumbled.

"Go in late. I don't get there until 9 anyway." he grumbled into my neck. I closed my eyes and hummed softly. His facial hair felt rough against my skin. 

"Hmmm, I want nothing more than to stay right here, but you have a busy week ahead of you and I have a lot to do today, Sir." I said playfully, trying to play hard to get.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. 

"I'm your boss and I'm telling you that you're staying in bed with me for just a little while longer." he smiled, trying and failing to sound forceful.

I smiled as he brushed some hair out of my eyes. He leaned over me and kissed my lips, then slowly down to my chin. Eventually, his lips were kissing along my jaw and behind my ear. I groaned and arched my body up, pressing into his. I felt his hand slide underneath my ass and squeeze softly. I could feel is erection digging into my thigh. I sighed as I ran my hands lightly up and down his muscular back. 

We just laid there in his warm bed, kissing and grinding against each other. The warm morning sunshine broke through the windows and beamed across our tangled bodies. Neither of us said a word. There was nothing to say. This was the reason that I had stayed the night. We both wanted to wake up with each other, and to start our day doing exactly this. Doing the one thing that our bodies seemed meant to do. 

My hands worked their way up the side of his face. I pulled his mouth up to mine slowly. I rolled my hips against his, trying to let him know that I wanted him. He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and guided his heavy dick into me with the other. We both broke our kiss and moaned contently. 

It all felt so perfect. He was rock hard. I was soaking wet. We were warm, rested and hungry for sex. Our bodies melted into one another as passion took over.

There was nothing to be heard except an occasional moan or groan. Mostly there was just heavy breathing and the soft, wet sounds of our bodies thrusting against each other. We had fucked quite a bit in the last couple of days. We had rough, fiery sex each time. This time was different. 

This morning, we were making love. It was carnal. It was erotic. There was no mad rush for orgasm or a frenzied panic of lust. We were just here. Together. Our bodies connected and enjoying the sensations that this experience was bringing us.

I felt Paul's hand reach down and squeeze my breast gently. He teased my nipple with his fingertips, not really pinching it, but rolling it slowly, eliciting a deep moan from me. I leaned up and kissed his shoulder. He pumped into my pussy slowly but steadily, working both of us up into a slow climax. I worked my lips up from his shoulder to his earlobe, sucking softly and breathing heavily into his ear. 

Paul groaned and rolled us over. He managed to stay buried deep inside of me as I straddled my knees on either side of his hips and sat up, brushing my long hair out of my eyes. I placed my hands on his chest and started to roll my hips in slow, wide circles. I could feel his long cock massage the muscles deep inside of me. He grabbed my thighs and stared up at me, his eyelids heavy, completely entranced by my body. 

I licked my lips and started to slowly rise and fall on his dick. I moaned when his thumbs found their way to my pelvis and softly pressed against my clit. I dropped my head back and closed my eyes. Paul sat up quickly and kissed me between my breasts. I felt his hot tongue drag against my skin. His fingers tangled in my hair as I rode his cock. I could feel the pressure building in both of us, so I rode him just a little faster. I could feel the tight ring of muscle at my entrance gripping around his slippery shaft.

Paul groaned into my cleavage as my orgasm started. I was riding him steadily through each wave of pleasure that flowed through me. He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips, forcing me down onto his hard shaft, holding me still as he shot his warm cum into me. 

I wrapped my arms around his head, pressing my tits into his face. I gripped his head and kissed his newly graying hair. He pulled his face out from between my breasts and kissed me passionately. Our breathing was labored but still, neither of us said a word. I just slowly lifted off of his cock and collapsed onto the bed next to him. I ran my hands up and down his chest and his stomach. He rolled towards me and pulled me close to him. He kissed me on the forehead. 

After several silent, peaceful minutes, he broke the silence. 

"We should just quit our jobs and do this all day." he said jokingly.

I giggled and pulled away from him. 

"Not happening. Speaking of jobs, I really have to get up and get ready." I said reluctantly.

He nodded. "I know. Me too. Let's shower."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? A shower?" 

"A shower is a great idea. A shower together is not. We can barely be in the same room together, let alone wet and naked together in a shower. We'll never get clean." I laughed.

"That's true. How about if you shower and I make breakfast?" 

I smiled. "Perfect. I'll hurry." I kissed him swiftly and rolled out of bed, bending over to grab my purse and cell phone. He rolled off my side of the bed and smacked my ass playfully, then turned and walked out of the room. I took my things and walked into the bathroom, smiling and rubbing my stinging cheek. I closed the door and got busy getting ready for the day.

As much as I wanted to take my time in his state of the art shower, I couldn't. I washed quickly and got out. I pinned my hair half back to disguise it's messiness. Thankfully, my charcoal gray dress remained fairly wrinkle-free overnight. I slipped it on, but left the back unzipped, deciding that I'd let Paul help me with that. I slipped on my black pumps and earrings, then put on a little makeup. I quickly threw everything into my purse and walked out of the bathroom. I sat my bag and my purse down on the kitchen counter. As I walked around the island, I realized that Paul was cooking breakfast naked. He glanced over at me and smiled. I returned his grin and raised my eyebrows. 

"Do you always make omelets in the nude?" I asked.

"Only when I'm trying to seduce a beautiful woman." he shrugged. 

"Well, you've already seduced me, Sir." 

"Then just consider the nude cooking a bonus." he grinned.

He slid the omelet onto a plate and put the pan in the sink. He walked over to me and pulled my hips into his. 

"You always look incredible, you know that?" 

I felt my heart skip. He always knew exactly what to say. 

"Thank you. I do need your help, though." I turned around and scooped the hair off of my back and pointed to my zipper. I looked over my shoulder at Paul. "Could you zip me, please?"

"That's like asking a kid to wrap his own birthday present, Brooke. Very cruel." 

I grinned. "I'm sorry. I just need to get to work. Can't have the boss getting mad at me."

"Maybe you should be late. Then your boss might have to spank you." he said as he slowly zipped my dress from my tailbone to my shoulders. He reached the top, then kissed the back of my neck. 

"My boss has already spanked me. Although, I wouldn't mind if he had to do it again..." I said suggestively.

Paul raised his eyebrows. "I'll keep that in mind." he smiled. "Eat up. I'm going to shower and get dressed. I'll be out in a few."

"Aren't you going to eat?" 

"No time. We really are running late. You really shouldn't have kept me in bed so long this morning, Brooke." he winked. "Oh, and I already called the cab. It'll be here at 8:15." He tapped the counter and walked out.

I grinned as I watched him walk down the hall. I couldn't help but stare at his muscular ass. He really was the whole package. Funny, impossibly sexy, fantastic in bed, successful, a great kisser....

No. Stop. I reminded myself not to think about anything except the sex. I shook my head and ate my eggs. When I finished, I glanced at the clock on the microwave. 7:58am. I had about 15 minutes before the cab would arrive. I took my plate to the sink and quickly washed the breakfast dishes. I heard Paul come in the kitchen behind me a few minutes later.

He walked up behind me and ran his hands down my sides. He smelled clean. I closed my eyes and deeply breathed in the scent of his cologne. I leaned my head back against his shoulder. 

"I wish we could have just stayed in bed all fucking day." he groaned into my ear. He ran his hands across my stomach, then underneath my breasts.

"Mmm-hmm. Me too." I lifted my head and reached for a towel to dry my hands. Once they were dry, I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"It's kills me to see your gorgeous ass walk around the office all day, Brooke. I have never had a job that I found it so hard to focus at. I catch myself staring at you all day." he laughed.

"Well good. At least it's not just me then!" I laughed. 

"We'll find a way to have some fun today." he nodded. 

"Promise?" I pleaded.

"Promise." he kissed me softly. 

I placed my hands on his chest and returned his kiss. I pulled back and walked to my purse. 

"Hey...I don't know if it's weird to ask you this or not, but would it be ok if I just left this bag here? I don't want to walk into work with an overnight bag. It might be a little obvious." I laughed.

"Good idea. I guess we didn't think that through. Just leave it here. If anything, it'll give you a reason to come back." he grinned as I stuffed my things into my purse, emptying the bag. 

Outside, a horn honked loudly. 

We both looked at each other. 

"Mr. Taylor, this was amazing. Thank you." I said, pulling my purse onto my shoulder and grabbing my trench coat. I walked towards him, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Anytime, baby. Lets do this again soon, ok?" 

"Very soon." I nodded and turned to walk away. I unlocked his front door and walked out into the warm Seattle morning. Everything was a little damp and dewy, but the air smelled fresh. I got into the back of the cab and closed the door. The car pulled away from Paul's house and back towards the city. 

I smiled as I watched the city skyline come into view. I was excited to get to work. I knew that Paul would have something up his sleeve for me, I just had no idea what it would be. Just before we pulled up to the building, I felt my purse start to vibrate. I reached in and pulled out my phone.

Paul Taylor: Almost to work. Thanks again for an incredible night and an even more incredible morning. You've given me plenty to think about today. See you in a few.

We pulled up to the building and I didn't have time to reply. Paul had prepaid for the cab, so I just got out and went straight up to our floor. As I stepped off the elevator, I saw Dayna and Theresa standing near my desk. I cringed. I was late and they knew it. I had to come up with an excuse and fast.

"Hey ladies!" I said cheerfully.

"Hey! We thought maybe you were sick or something. It's not like you to get here late!" said Dayna.

"I had an early dental appointment." I shrugged.

"Oh. Well...that makes sense." smiled Theresa. "How are things coming along with Paul?" 

"Really well. He seems to be adjusting just fine, I think. And it seems like everyone really enjoyed the staff meeting last night." I replied.

They nodded and spent the next several minutes talking about how everyone really enjoyed the meeting when the elevator opened and Paul walked in. Both Dayna and Theresa turned around. Paul was wearing a sharp gray suit, white shirt and black and gray checkered tie. Everything the man wore was tailored to perfection, accentuating his muscular body. 

"Morning, Mr. Taylor!" they chimed in unison. I grinned at their flirtation. Both of them were married, but clearly that didn't matter when it came to Paul. They sounded like giddy teenage girls.

"Morning ladies. Miss Kelley." he smiled a panty-dropping smile, nodded at us and walked into his office. 

Dayna and Theresa both turned around and their arousal was evident. 

"Holy shit, that man is gorgeous!" whimpered Dayna. "How the hell do you manage to work with him all day without jumping all over that?"

I giggled. "It's not easy."

"I swear, Brooke. You have the best job in the whole damn office." Theresa said, shaking her head. They both wandered back to their cubicles and I got busy with my day. I went to the break room and got Paul's coffee. I grabbed him a bagel, just in case he hadn't had time to eat once I left his house. I walked into his office and set the food down on his desk. He was flipping through emails on his phone as I started up his laptop and iPad. 

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"A blowjob would be nice." 

I giggled and instinctively looked up to make sure no one could hear him.

"Well, hopefully I can find the time to make that happen today, Sir." I smiled. "Anything else, business-related, perhaps?" 

"Actually, yes. I need to set up a meeting with the guy from the Alaskan Cruise Line. They're looking to overhaul their site and I've really got my eyes set on them. Could you find some time in my schedule this week and set that up, please?" 

"Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. I'll also have the job description write ups that you requested on your desk by the end of the day." 

"I'd like you on my desk at the end of the day."

"Perhaps that could be arranged as well, Sir." I smiled. "Anything else?"

"No, you've been very accommodating this morning Brooke, thank you." 

I grinned and turned around, putting an extra sway in my step as I walked back to my desk. I sat down, my heart pounding as I got to work. I pulled up the number for the CEO of the Alaskan Cruise Line and set up a dinner meeting for the next night in an upscale downtown restaurant. I wrote it in his appointment book, then emailed him a reminder.

Most of my day was filled with paperwork, answering and directing Paul's phone calls, getting us lunch and occasional mild flirtation between myself and Paul. 

A little after 4pm, he leaned his head out of his office and asked me to join him.

I had just finished the job description write ups that he wanted, so I grabbed them and walked in and he motioned for me to sit down as he leaned against the front of his desk. 

"I just got off the phone with Bob from Alaskan Cruise. You set up the dinner meeting for tomorrow..." he reminded me. I nodded. "Well, Bob is bringing his wife. Instead of making it an awkward threesome, I was wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Oh. As your assistant? Or as your date?" I frowned.

"Which would make you more comfortable?"

"I'm not sure, honestly." I replied. The idea of being Paul's date for the night thrilled me, but I knew that it would be easy to let an actual date go to my head. Paul didn't want to date me exclusively. He wanted to fuck me. I shrugged.

"What's wrong, Brooke?" he asked with genuine concern. I guess my anxiety was written all over my face.

I shook my head and did my best to hide my unease behind a warm smile. "Nothing is wrong, Sir. I'll be happy to join you and Mr. and Mrs. Alaskan Cruise CEO for dinner tomorrow." I nodded.

He smiled broadly. "Great. Dinner is at 8. I'll pick you up at your place around 7:30. Does that work for you?" 

"Sounds great. I'll be ready at 7:30." 

"Perfect. I'm glad that you'll be there, Brooke. It will make the meal more...interesting." he smiled darkly.

My heart sank and leapt all at the same time. Paul had a thing for doing kinky things in public places, he'd made that clear already. Now that I'd agreed to go to dinner with him, I started to wonder what exactly he'd have me doing by the end of the date. 

I grinned and stood up. I placed the paperwork that I'd finished next to him on the desk. As I turned to walk back to my desk, Paul grabbed my wrist and jerked me towards his body. I looked behind me quickly to make sure no one was watching. 

"I haven't forgotten my promise from this morning. We are still going to have some fun today, Brooke." he whispered and released my arm. I stepped back from him and smiled. His eyes were dark. He meant what he said. I nodded and silently walked back to my desk, my pulse racing. I started to mentally go through my closet, deciding what to wear to dinner tomorrow night when Darrin tapped on my desk.

"Hey Darrin. What's up?" 

"Not much. A bunch of us have to stick around late again tonight. We're working on that insurance site and the boss wants to see where everything is at with it. What about you? What are your plans for the night?"

I shrugged. "I'm actually really tired today. I'm going to leave here in a little while and go on home. Early night for me." 

"So, I was wondering, Brooke. What would think about going out sometime? Maybe get some dinner?"

My heart sank. Darrin was nice and I didn't want to reject him, but I was involved with Paul. 

"That's really sweet of you to ask, Darrin, but I just got out of a really serious relationship a month or so ago, so I'm actually looking to take it slow for awhile. I hope you understand." I smiled gently. I felt the guilt well up inside of me. I was lying left and right to my coworkers, but I didn't know what else to do. It was true, I had just broken up with Evan a few weeks ago, but the idea of taking it slow flew out the window when Paul came into this office. Even being involved with Paul was probably a bad idea. I hadn't fully healed from my breakup. 

But Paul...oh, but Paul. He was completely worth the risk.

I stared at Darrin. He smiled softly and nodded. 

"I completely understand, Brooke. Take your time. If you ever are interested, just let me know. You know where to find me." he smiled and walked away.

I sighed and got back to work. It was almost 5pm and people were slowly leaving for the day. I started to close up the things that I was doing. My late night and early morning with Paul had left me more tired than usual and I was ready to go home. Suddenly, my phone vibrated next to me. 

I picked it up. I had a message from Paul.

Paul Taylor: I'm not going to lie. Watching other men flirt with you really turns me on. It's nice to know that they can want you, but that I can have you. Go to the parking garage. 

I looked into Paul's office. He wasn't there. I hadn't even realized that he'd left. I looked around and realized that half of the employees were gone and those that remained were probably staying late with Paul to go over the insurance website project.

I stood up and shut off my computer. I grabbed my jacket, tucked my phone into my purse and headed for the elevator. Thankfully, no one got on with me and I was able to ride down to the lobby alone. My heart was pounding as I stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the parking garage. I assumed that Paul was in his car and looking to have a little fun in there somehow, so I opened the heavy doors to the garage and walked inside. It was dark and the heavy orange lights did very little to light the space. I saw Paul's car sitting in it's usual VIP space. I walked towards it slowly. The echo of my heels clicking on the pavement was the only sound to be heard. Most of the spaces were empty. When I reached Paul's car, even through the dark tint, I was able to see that he wasn't inside. Confused, I started to turn around. 




My New Boss Ch. 11



I felt a heavy hand slide over my mouth and drag me behind a large cement support pillar in the corner, right next to Paul's car. It was huge and we were completely hidden behind the cold concrete wall. It was very dark, but as soon as he spun me around, I could see Paul's eyes shining down on me. He didn't remove his hand and I smiled against his palm. 

"I'm going to fuck you right here, Brooke. Almost everyone is gone, but anyone could come down here at any moment. Do not make a sound. Do you understand?" he whispered.

I nodded quickly. 

He smiled and dragged his hand away from my mouth and replaced it with his lips. His hands pushed my coat and my purse to the ground, then they made their way to my ass, gripping it firmly. I pushed my hips forward into his and felt his erection press into my lower belly. My hands went up to his face and I grabbed it tightly as I slipped my tongue between his lips. 

His fingers crawled up my back and I felt the zipper of my dress sliding down tooth by tooth.

He whispered in my ear, "Just like unwrapping a present." His lips lingered on my earlobe and we both smiled at the reference from this morning in his kitchen. 

He pulled my dress down to my waist, releasing my arms and exposing my bra. He leaned back and hooked a finger into each bra cup, pulling down and freeing each breast. The bra pushed my breasts up and the cool air made my sensitive nipples stand at full attention. Paul dropped his mouth down and sucked tightly on each one. I could feel his tongue flicking against my nipples, causing a jolt of pleasure with each stroke. My hips started grinding against his to their own rhythm. 

Then suddenly, without realizing it, I moaned loudly. Paul stood up and firmly wrapped his hand across my mouth.

"I told you, Brooke. Not. A. Sound." he whispered urgently. He reached down and grabbed my left nipple tightly, slowly twisting it. I exhaled heavily into his palm and closed my eyes. It was equal parts pleasure and pain. Something that Paul was an expert at executing. 

He released my breast and spun me around, facing the concrete pillar. He kept one hand on my mouth as he pressed me into it. I felt his left hand drag my dress up over my ass and pull my panties down to my thighs. I could feel how wet my panties were and I whimpered quietly into his hand. 

"I'm going to move my hand, Brooke. Don't make a sound." 

I stayed leaning against the pillar as I heard him unzip his pants and slide them down to his thighs. My ass was pushed out and I felt him grip my hips. The round head of his cock pressed against my warm pussy. He pushed it into me fractionally then pulled back out. I looked back over my shoulder at him, silently pleading with him to fuck me. He grinned and did it again, as if he were daring me to make a noise. I just dropped my head and waited. He pushed the head into me and held it there, so I tentatively started to press back onto it slowly. He didn't object, so I pushed it a little deeper, then a little deeper until finally he was buried inside of me. I dropped my mouth open and felt his hand slide up around my neck. He gripped it tightly and started to pound into me from behind. 

I braced my hands against the concrete beam as he thrust his hard dick into me relentlessly. Any time I made the slightest noise, his hand would wrap around my mouth, reminding me to be as silent as possible. I could feel his hips slapping against my firm ass. I took one hand and reached down between my legs and rubbed his heavy balls as they smacked against my wet pussy. I heard his breathing increase. 

Suddenly the door to the parking garage opened. Two men started talking. We both stopped moving and his hand gripped my mouth tightly. My heart was pounding, not just from the sex, but from the possibility of being caught. I knew that we were hidden and that it was just a matter of staying quiet until the men left, but the thrill of knowing that we were getting away with this was more than I could handle. I could feel my pussy starting to tighten around his dick. 

Paul dropped his head down next to mine and groaned almost inaudibly, feeling my pussy pulse around his cock. He pulled out then pushed back into me forcefully. His free hand reached down and tightly squeezed my nipple. I whimpered into his palm. I felt his thrusting pick up speed as we heard the two strangers get into their cars and shut their doors. He sighed heavily and released my mouth, grabbing both of my hips and pushing into me at a furious pace as they drove away.

My orgasm exploded. I had to bite into my tongue to keep from shouting. My pussy was gripping his cock frantically, trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. Just seconds later, I felt Paul stiffen behind me as his dick swelled and exploded into me.

Both of our hands pressed against the concrete wall. He leaned against my back, breathing heavily down my neck. He kissed my shoulder and pulled out of me slowly. He turned me around and pressed his lips against mine as he adjusted the cups of my bra back over my breasts. He helped pull my dress back up onto my shoulders, then reached around and zipped it back into place. I leaned my head back against the cold stone as I pulled my panties back up. I smiled up at Paul.

I silently mouthed, "Thank you." 

He shook his head. "Thank you." he replied wordlessly. He pulled up his pants and made sure his clothes were adjusted properly. He reached down and picked up my coat and purse and handed them to me. 

He looked around the corner, making sure the garage was empty and motioned for me to follow him. He leaned against his car. 

"I needed that." he nodded.

"Me too. Looks like we've found a new quiet spot for the future." 

He laughed. "Yeah, we just have to work on keeping you quiet." 

I laughed and shrugged. "I tried. I swear!" 

"Well, I wish I could be a little more romantic about this, but anyone can just walk in here. Besides, I've got to get upstairs for the project meeting." he frowned. 

"No, I understand. I'm fine. I'm going to go home. I'll see you in the morning?" 

"Yes. Thanks again for agreeing to go to dinner tomorrow. It will be fun." he smirked. 

"I don't doubt that at all, Mr. Taylor." I shook my head and walked back into the building so that I could leave at the street entrance. 

When I got to the parking garage door, I looked back at him and he was still leaning against his car, staring at me. He winked and I pulled open the doors and walked across the lobby. I made it out onto the busy Seattle sidewalk and started my short walk home. I could feel how wet I still was and it made me smile. 

Several minutes later, I made it to my building. As I unlocked my front door and stepped inside, I realized how exhausted I really was. After a quick dinner and a brief shower, I slipped into bed. My hair was damp and I was naked, but I didn't care. I sank into my mattress and closed my eyes as I reflected on the day. Naturally, my thoughts went to Paul and how sexy he made me feel. I reached over to the empty side of my bed and rubbed the sheets. I sighed, wishing that he was there. 

As clouded as my brain was with thoughts of him, I surprisingly had no trouble falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. I drifted off with a smile on my face, just as I had every night since I'd met him.



My New Boss Ch. 12



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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My fuck toy was lying on the floor, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I sank into the chair, relaxed and satisfied. Still on a high from their Domme experience, Lucy and Rita were hyper and ready to continue.

Lucy wanted to continue, because she knew the slut hadn't taken me completely, unassisted. She walked over to her and started back into the drill sergeant thing, again. "You think you got off easy, I bet. You think just because you swallowed his cum that nobody noticed you didn't swallow his cock. Well, don't fool yourself, bitch. I was watching."

Rita leaned down and gave the slut a swat on the ass. "Just let me get at that remote. She'll be swallowing with no problems in no time," she laughed.

Concerned the girls would start some vigilante thing on the slut, I urged enough strength into my bones to pull myself upright. I looked over to see both Rita and Lucy standing over the slut, poking and prodding her, like dogs in heat. It was only a matter of time.

I looked over at James. He saw what was happening and took charge of the situation. "OK, OK, let her be for a while. She won't be any good to us if she doesn't have a little time to recover. Let her catch her breath, then, we'll continue from there."

Both girls backed off. They retreated, like boxers going back to their corners. They were loaded bombs, ready to explode at any time. Each was on a mission to punish the slut for her mistakes. After a minute or two, Rita walked over and grabbed for the remote. I thought she might try something like that. 

I snatched it away from her before she could get her hands on it. "No, Rita. Let her rest. Let me rest. Take a chill pill. If she's worn out, what good is she to us? The night is still young. We need to pace ourselves and so does the slut."

She wasn't happy, but I didn't want to see my new toy's ass sizzle just because Rita was in overload. "But she didn't do as she was told. She didn't swallow you. You told her the rules. She knew what would happen if she didn't. She needs to be..."

"Wait a minute, Rita. Don't jump the gun, here. I know what she did and didn't do. Nobody's letting her get away with anything."

"But, she didn't swallow..."

"I know she didn't. You know she didn't. She knows she didn't. Everybody here knows she didn't. OK? But, she will. Trust me."

"OK."

I looked at James and handed him the remote. "Here, man, you take a turn. I need recovery time. Give the slut another hard cock to think about." James took the remote. I looked over at Lucy. She was pacing around the room. "And, keep these two super Dommes under control."

James surveyed the situation for a bit, then went into action. "Rita, you two get her up on her knees and take the subbie zapper off. I have other plans for her ass."

The look on Rita's face was complete disappointment. "Take if off? Why?"

Lucy joined in with her own disappointment. "Why stop now? She didn't swallow his..."

"I know," James said. "I think we're all in agreement that she didn't swallow his cock. But, now it's my turn. We'll get back to that, later." 

The girls acted like spoiled brats, but they did as they were told. Lucy loosened the strap around the slut's waist and started inching the plug from her ass. The slut protested from behind her gag as Lucy deliberately pulled on it. With a pop, it came out, leaving the slut whimpering on the floor. 

Rita started to untie the slut's ankles, but James stopped her. "No, for what I've got in mind, we want her ankles tied. And, keep her hands cuffed, too. The gag stays, for now."

James positioned one chair in the center of the room. He rounded up some rope and tied it to the back legs of the chair. There was enough length left over to come up under the chair to the front. He found another length and handed it to Rita. "Tie this around her waist and secure her cuffed wrists to the small of her back. I want her easy to control. But, she is going to do most of the work."

Rita smiled. She didn't know what he had in mind, but she knew James was planning something. She took the rope and looped it through her cuffed wrists and then around the slut's waist, and tied it in the front. The slut was on her knees, ankles still tied and wrists secured to her back.

James looked the situation over. "Lucy, go get another drink of water for the slut. She's been busy. She's probably dehydrated. I want her ready to ride. Let's replenish her fluids."

Lucy did as she was told. She went to the bathroom and filled the glass with water. Returning, she took out the gag and helped the slut drink. Domme mode was getting the best of Lucy. She tilted the glass too far, and the slut choked. "You gag on everything, don't you, slut," Lucy laughed.

James sure had his hands full. Rita seemed to be calmed down, but Lucy was still hyped up. He had to watch her at every turn. "Hey, don't force it down her. Let her drink at her own pace. Be nice, or maybe you'll be taking her place."

"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." She let the slut drink the rest of the water. "Do you want more, slut?"

"Yes, please."

Lucy rolled her eyes. With a sigh, she got up and stomped into the bathroom to refill the glass.

James had to show her he was in charge, again. He pointed his finger at her. "Lucy!"

Lucy knew what James meant when he pointed his finger. The next step would be painful for her. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir." 

"Don't make me say it, again. I've put her in your care. When she's in your care, treat her as you would like to be treated."

"Yes, Sir."

Lucy came back with the second glass of water and kneeled down beside the slut. She helped her drink as much as she wanted from the second glass. James watched, to be sure Lucy didn't try anything else. The slut drank nearly all of it.

"Wow, you were thirsty, weren't you? Do you want more?"

"No, thank you."

Lucy quickly put the glass down. "Oh, then now it's time to put the gag back in." She held it up to the slut's mouth. "Open wide." She had a big grin on her face while she waited for the slut to accept the gag into her mouth. Slowly, her mouth opened. Lucy shoved that ball into her mouth and tightened it behind her head.

"Not too tight, Lucy," James instructed. "Just tight enough."

Lucy glanced at James but continued what she was doing. She knew how to insert a gag. She didn't need to be told how. "I make it nice and tight, just loose enough that you don't gag. Isn't that right, bitch?" Of course, the slut didn't answer, and Lucy didn't expect her to.

James was sitting in the chair, waiting for Lucy to finish with the gag. The gag in place, he instructed the girls to help the slut to her feet. He wanted them to get her over to the chair, so he could explain what he had in mind.

I was in the other chair, still recovering. There was no need for me to move, as I had a front row seat. The action would be right in front of me.

Lucy and Rita helped the slut stand, but she couldn't walk because her ankles were bound. So, they had to literally drag her over to where James was sitting. They stood her up, facing James. Letting her go, they watched her sway back and forth on her bound feet.

"No, she should be facing away from me, girls. Turn her around," James instructed. Quickly, Rita and Lucy took an arm and turned the slut 180 degrees.

James smiled when he saw the slut's naked ass in front of him. "OK, now here's the plan. I want her ankles tied with the rope that's coming from beneath the chair. Then, I want her ass lubed for me. I want to be sure it's lubed well.

Rita already seemed to know some of what was going to happen, but Lucy had been hyped with her own Domme thing and wasn't really following what James was planning. But, she perked right up when she heard the word lube. That was one of her favorite words. 

James sat there, in the chair, stroking his cock. He watched the slut's ass cheeks twitch as she tried to keep her balance. His gaze centered on the crack of her ass, as she struggled. Her beauty was intoxicating. Ankles bound, and wrists bound to the small of her back, her body completely available for his taking. But, he had one hole in mind. Her smallest and most private hole. He knew she had asked for it, and that made it much more inviting.

Rita leaned down and tied the rope to her bound ankles, so she couldn't scoot herself away from James. She was tied to the chair. Lucy handed James the lube, but he wouldn't take it. "You do it, Lucy. Rita, you bend her over and hold her steady, so Lucy can lube her ass. Do a good job, Lucy. Make her little hole nice and slippery."

"Oh, yes, Sir. I'll do a good job. She won't be able to resist you in the slightest, Sir. Your cock will slide right in."

Rita put her hand at the back of the slut's head and pushed down, forcing the bound woman to bend over. She stood there, holding her head with both hands, as Lucy grabbed her around her waist with one arm to control her. She oozed the lube into the crack of her ass then dropped the tube onto the floor. Spreading her ass cheeks, Lucy smeared the lube liberally around the slut's ass hole. Running her fingers up into her ass, the slut wiggled from her touch. Lucy smiled at James. 

"You want her for your own, don't you, Lucy. Just you and her bound body, you would have all sorts of fun, wouldn't you."

Lucy giggled. "Oh, yes, Sir. But, I don't want to be selfish. I can wait my turn. It's your turn now, Sir. She's ready."

Rita helped the slut stand back up. As she did, she looked into her eyes. Her eyes were distant, as if she was in another place. "Lucy, she looks like you, when you get all hot. She has that look in her eyes, like lust has taken over. See?"

Lucy looked into the slut's eyes. Yeah, I see what you mean. I can relate to that look. She's in a happy place."

James cleared his throat. "Hey, remember me? I'm in a happy place, too."

"Yes, I can tell, Sir. That cock of yours is very hard," Lucy laughed. 

"Yes, Lucy, it is. But, you two have a part in what I have planned. I want you two to get on her sides and control her body. I want you to bend her down onto my cock. You two will actually fuck her for me. I'll control her hips when I want, but other than that, you will lift her up and lower her down however you want.

Rita liked that idea. "Oh, yeah. I think I'm gonna get into this."

Yeah, me too," added Lucy. "She's gonna get a hard cock up her ass."

James smiled at their eager reactions. "You know, there will be a time when her legs will give out. That's when you're control will be needed most. I'm sure she will try to control how hard I fuck her, but make her be the submissive she is. OK?"

"You can count on that," said Rita. She took her place at the slut's left side. She grabbed her arm, just above the elbow. Lucy was on the right side, and grabbed her right arm, in the same way. They both looked at James, then at each other. Slowly, they forced the slut down and James took hold of her hips, guiding his cock toward her lubed ass hole. The slut whimpered as they forced her down onto James' cock. Her body in position, James moaned as his cock slid up into her ass and the slut groaned as her back hole was being invaded once again. Soon she was sitting in his lap, his cock completely inside her.

"OK, now fuck her," James commanded. 

The girls pulled her up a little then let her drop back down. Both James and the slut groaned as her ass slapped against his lap. Rita and Lucy smiled at each other, and repeated the same action over and over. Every time, James' smile got wider. He just sat there, watching the whole thing. The slut tried to control things, but Rita made sure that didn't happen. She told the slut to submit to her position, because there was nothing else she could do.

I watched as this all continued and even though my cock was tired, it started twitching back to life. It was quite a sexy sight, watching the team of Rita and Lucy in action. They worked so well together. It seemed they only needed to look at each other and they knew.

They started altering the distance they pulled the slut up, and sometimes they pulled her up so far, James' cock popped out. But, when they let her drop back down, James made sure his cock went right up her ass again. His groans got deeper as the fun continued. He resisted the urge to grab the slut's hips and ram into her, allowing the girls to control things instead. He knew he could take charge any time he wanted.

Lucy had her face to the slut's ear, telling her what a big cock James had. I think the slut knew how big his cock was, but maybe hearing it from Lucy made it seem bigger. Lucy sure gave a good description. "The circumcised head is large and purple, and it's shiny with lube from your ass. James likes your ass, slut. His cock likes it, too."

Rita had her hand on the slut's clit, tormenting her that way. Rita always seemed to know what to do, in any situation. The slut was whimpering a lot, but until I noticed Rita's hand, I thought it was all from her ass getting fucked.

James looked as if he was in heaven. Actually, I think he was in the slut's ass, but that wasn't far from heaven. And, the slut wasn't the only one making noises. James let out a groan every time the slut's ass bottomed out on his cock. 

He didn't let Rita and Lucy always control the rhythm. There were times when he grabbed the slut around the waist just when her ass cheeks slapped against his lap. He'd grab her and hold her there, thrusting hard into her ass, grinding his cock into her, twisting and turning, making the slut groan some of her own. Then, he would signal to the girls to lift her up and start their thing again.

Rita's hand was pretty rough on the slut's clit. But, she could tell it was working. The slut's eyes were even more distant than before, and drool was dripping from around the gag. The slut sure seemed to like something that was happening to her. I think it was a combination of Rita's hand and James' cock.

Lucy looked at Rita. There was some sort of signal, and they both changed positions on the slut's body. They moved down closer to her hips. Each grabbed the rope that was cinching her waist and started ramming her body up and down. They each had a firm hold on her upper arm, to keep her still, but the main movement changed from her whole body to just her hips moving up and down. 

James seemed to really like this new rhythm. The girls had the slut's ass moving quite a bit faster. James' cock was sliding into her to the point her ass was slapping loudly against his thighs. Loud gasps could be heard from behind the slut's gag. Her ass was getting a good workout, but James could have told you that. His cock was, too.

Once the girls pushed hard on the down stroke and held her there. James nearly came right then. It was unexpected, but quite enjoyable having the slut's ass cheeks mashed against his lap, his cock deep within her bowels. And, her whimpers were icing on the cake. Lucy and Rita were actually Domming James a little, and I think he liked it. They were controlling the sub's body, and controlling his pleasure in the process. If it were me sitting in that chair, I would have been controlling the movement, but that's just me.

Just then, James started moaning and grabbing at the slut's body. I don't know what triggered it, but he was taking back control. He grabbed the rope that bound her hands behind her back, and pulled her body down into his lap with a quick motion. He pulled her so hard, she kind of bounced off his lap. 

This seemed to work well, as he just continued to pull her back down, and she continued to bounce. Rita and Lucy just stood by and watched, in case the slut couldn't keep her balance. But the control James had on her, her only movements were up and down, his cock riding deep into her ass.

Deep guttural groans were being shared by James and the slut. They both seemed to enjoy their position to the extreme. The gag could only partially silence the slut's cries of pain and pleasure, rivaled only by James' own sexual groans. 

Each time the slut's ass slapped against James, she let out a high pitched noise of some sort. It didn't really sound like a cry, but it sure sounded like she was about to cum. As this went on, the sound became continuous, and only punctuated when her body came down, his cock hitting a spot deep within her ass.

James couldn't hold it any more. He pulled her body down and let out a deep satisfying groan that we all envied. The slut matched his groan, as she arched her back, and screamed her own climax from behind the gag. James held her there as he pumped his cum deep into her ass. She did nothing but sit there and whimper her appreciation. 

It was quite a sight. I could see the slut's face quite well from where I was. A long stream of drool was dripping down both sides of her mouth, and her tits were wet and glistening. This had been going on for so long, even her thighs and stomach were splashed with drool. It was clear to me this woman was enjoying herself.

James let go of the rope and moved his hands up to her wet tits. The slut groaned loudly as he twisted her nipples between his fingers. She leaned back against him, and he moved one hand down to her pussy. I can't say for sure, but I think she came again, when his hand touched her clit. What can I say other than she's my new fuck toy, and I'm keeping her!

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My New Boss Ch. 12



The morning came and I woke up filled with excitement and nerves. I knew that going to dinner with Paul tonight was more of a favor than a date, but I had no doubt that he'd make it worth my while. I got out of bed and shivered. I had gone to bed naked and the cool morning air had me searching for my robe. I found it in my closet and wrapped the thin, silky material around my body. I walked into the kitchen and started making some coffee. 

As I reached up to pull a mug out of the cabinet, I heard my phone ringing from my bedside table. I smiled as I went to retrieve it. I saw Paul's name and answered immediately.

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor." I said seductively.

"Good morning to you, beautiful."

"What can I do for you, Sir? You're up awfully early, aren't you?"

"I just woke up and I'm laying here, trying to get motivated to get up and go to the gym. I've missed my last couple of morning workouts." he explained.

"Oh. Well, I'm partially to blame for that. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You've been giving me plenty of exercise lately." 

I laughed. "That's true. So, what did you need?"

"I was just thinking about how cold and lonely my bed is this morning and I thought about how much better it was yesterday. I got to thinking about you, and now I'm laying here with a hard dick. I thought maybe you could help me out a little." 

My heart started pounding as I sat down onto my bed. 

"Oh yeah? What kind of help would you like?" I smiled, playing along. 

His voice deepened. "Well, why don't you start by telling me what you're wearing."

"Not much. Just a red, silk robe."

"Where are you at?" 

"I'm sitting on my bed." I ran my hand along the sheets beside me.

"Lay down." he commanded.

"Alright." I slowly lowered myself back onto the bed. "Now what, Sir?"

"Untie your robe." he growled. I could hear his breathing picking up.

I pulled the tie on the robe open and the robe glided across my skin and fell to either side of my body. The cool air against my breasts made my nipples stand tall. I pressed my legs together tightly, feeling the pressure building in my pussy.

"It's untied, Sir."

"What do you want to do now, Brooke?"

I closed my eyes and moaned softly into the phone. "Mmmm. I want to touch myself, Mr. Taylor."

"Do it. Tell me exactly how you're touching yourself."

I whimpered as I started setting the scene for him. 

"I'm rubbing my stomach, Sir. I'm running my fingers up over my breasts. My nipples are so hard, Mr. Taylor. I wish you were here to suck on them for me." I purred.

"Me too, baby. What else?" 

"I'm pulling on my left nipple. I'm trying to twist it exactly like you did last night." I moaned into the phone as I grabbed my flesh, trying to match the pleasure that Paul, so expertly, pulls from my body. My back arched off the bed slightly. My hips started rolling gently. "I can feel my pussy starting to get wet, Sir."

Paul groaned into the phone. "You sound so fucking sexy, Brooke. I want you put the phone on speaker next to you so you can use both hands."

I did exactly as he said. I rolled my head towards the phone. 

"I have both hands free." I mumbled.

"Good. Now, grab both of those beautiful tits, baby. Drag your nails across your skin." he directed.

I closed my eyes and scratched my nails across my breasts. I could feel my nipples tighten further under my fingers. I let out a deep moan. 

"Good girl. Now pinch those sexy nipples. Squeeze them like I would, Brooke." 

I sucked in a deep breath as I pinched them again, twisting them slowly. My abs tightened and my ass lifted off the bed.

"Oh God, Mr. Taylor. I'm so wet." I moaned. I could feel the wetness leaking out of me. I rolled my head back up towards the ceiling, my eyes shut tight.

"What do you want to do, Brooke? Tell me what you want." His voice was strained.

"I want to rub my clit, Mr. Taylor. I want to rub my clit and slide my fingers into my pussy." I sobbed. 

"Good. Drag your hands down over your stomach. Slowly inch your way closer to that beautiful, wet pussy."

I whined softly as my hands drifted from my breasts, down my quivering stomach. I dragged my fingers over my pubic bone, just waiting for his command.

"Mmmm. Please may I rub my clit, Sir? Please let me get my fingers wet." I pleaded.

I could hear him smile as he groaned. "Fuck yes. Rub that sweet little clit, baby."

I didn't waste a single second. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, my left hand found it's way to my clit. I humped against my fingers, finding the exact friction that I was desperately looking for. I rolled my head back towards the phone and moaned deeply.

"Ohhhh, fuck. Oh, yessss." 

I could hear Paul breathing heavily. I heard the faint sounds of him jerking on his dick, his fist working his shaft furiously.

"Ohhh, Brooke. Keep rubbing your clit but put the phone down between your legs. I want to hear how wet your pussy is, baby." he groaned.

I whimpered and put the phone between my legs. I couldn't believe that I was doing this for him. He had a way of making me do things that I never imagined I'd have the nerve to do. I rubbed my clit a little faster. 

"Keep rubbing your clit, and push two fingers inside your pussy, Brooke." he growled. 

"Yes, Sir." I kept the pressure on my clit as my right hand made it's way down to my dripping slit. I slowly pushed my middle and ring fingers into my warm pussy. I gasped as my fingers pushed their way between the tight, slick folds.

"Oh f-fuck, Mr. Taylor!" 

"Shit. Brooke, work your fingers in and out. Let me hear how juicy that sweet pussy is for me."

I moaned as I started quickly pumping my fingers in and out of myself. The wetness was coating my fingers and dripping down between my ass cheeks, onto the robe beneath me. The wet sounds of my fingers filling my pussy were directly over the phone speaker. 

"Oh yeah...that's good. Work that pussy for me, baby." he groaned. 

I could feel the pressure building inside of me. My left hand was still massaging my clit and I was finger fucking my pussy like a madwoman. 

"Oh, Mr. Taylor....I'm close. I-I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!" I wailed. My back arched off of the bed towards the ceiling as the dam burst and my orgasm hit me like a crashing wave. I rolled my head into the pillow beside me and screamed. My fingers never let up, working my pussy until they ached. As my senses slowly returned, I could hear Paul on the other end of the line, experiencing his orgasm at the same time. 

"Oh fuck, Brooke. Oh, yes. Fuck!" he grunted. I could hear his fist jerking wildly on his wet cock. I sat up quickly and leaned over the phone.

"Mmmm. I wish I was there to lick up all of your cum, Sir. I wish you were shooting your cum all over my wet tongue right now. I can't wait to taste you again." I groaned breathlessly. I slowly pulled my fingers out of my pussy. I could hear Paul's labored breathing and I smiled as I tried to catch my own.

We were both silent for a few seconds as we came down from our climax. 

Paul sighed heavily. "Holy shit, Brooke." 

I couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Taylor. You are amazing. I have no idea how you make me do these things, but you never fail." 

"I'm amazing? Hell, my stomach is covered in a huge load of my cum. Next time, we're doing this over Skype." he laughed. 

"Sounds good to me." I glanced at the clock next to my bed. Thankfully, I had woken up a few minutes early, but this unexpected phone sex session put me behind. It was 7:08am. I had less than an hour to get ready and get to work. 

"Sir, I have to get ready. I don't want to be late two days in a row." 

"No problem, baby. I'll see you at the office in a couple hours." 

"Great. See you then, Sir. And...thank you. That was a great way to start my day." I laughed.

"Same here." 

"Bye." I hung up and sat the phone in front of me. As I kneeled on the bed, I realized that the robe beneath me was soaked with my wetness and that my thighs were completely covered. I needed a shower. 

The coffee would have to wait.

I jumped into the shower and washed the sweat and stickiness off of my body. I soaped my skin and washed my hair, completely aware of the smile that refused to leave my face. Paul gave me something to look forward to every single day. I never imagined that an office affair could be so exciting and gratifying. I rinsed all of the suds off my body and stepped out, wrapping a towel around me. I dried my hair, and left it down. It was silky and straight. I applied some makeup and perfume, then dropped my towel into the basket and walked to my dresser. I slipped into a lace, nude colored bra and matching pair of panties.

As I was sliding my panties into place, I heard my phone chime, alerting me to a new message. I grabbed my phone and opened the link. It was a picture. I recognized the bed immediately. It was a picture of Paul, gripping his cock. His stomach was covered in thick pools of semen. I raised my eyebrows. It was obvious that he really did have a happy ending this morning, right along with me. 

I sent him a quick text.

Brooke Kelley: Looks like you found the relief

that you had been looking for. Glad I could assist 

you this morning. See you soon.

I shook my head as I walked to my closet. I decided on a tight fitting pair of dress pants that made my ass look tight and incredible, if I did say so myself. I paired it with a very tight white shirt with a deep V cut into my cleavage. I slipped on my heels and a small necklace that hung delicately onto my chest. 

The clock told me that I had about 20 minutes to get to work, so I poured my coffee into a travel mug and grabbed an apple to eat on the way. I picked up my things and headed to work. 

As I walked down the sidewalk, I realized that for the first time in a long time, I had an extra pep in my step. I felt vibrant and I felt happy. I don't know if it was Paul, or the fact that I'd had more orgasms in the last week than I'd had in the last 2 years combined, or if perhaps it was a little bit of both. But that morning as I walked to the office, eating my apple and drinking my coffee, I was convinced that the day would only bring more excitement.

I walked into the building and filed into the elevator with a few other people. The car made a couple stops at various floors, before finally letting me off on ours. 

I got straight to work. I confirmed the dinner reservations for tonight and called to make sure that the other couple had the correct time and restaurant. Paul also had a lunch meeting with some existing clients today, to discuss his visions for the company since he'd taken over for Mr. Howard. I called the caterer and confirmed the food orders and set to work getting some papers ready for the lunch conference. 

Around 8:50, I realized that Paul would be coming in shortly, so I went to the break room and got his coffee. I picked up a muffin as well and headed to his office. I set the food on his plate and started preparing his desk for him. I never really went this all out for Mr. Howard, but it never seemed necessary then. Now, with Paul, these small acts of service seemed appropriate somehow. As I got his tablet and computer started, I noticed a delivery man standing outside the door, holding a small package. I walked out to greet him.

"Hi there. Are you looking for Paul Taylor?" I asked politely.

"No, I'm actually looking for a Miss Brooke Kelley." he replied. 

"Oh. That's me." I looked at the small, flat package curiously.

He handed it to me, nodded and walked back to the elevator. I turned it around and looked at the label. No return, it simply had my name and work address. Puzzled, I walked back into Paul's office for some privacy. I stood with my back to the door and placed the lightweight package on his desk. I opened it and pulled out a small, black garment box. The glossy words 'La Perla' were written on top. 

I grinned. It was lingerie. Very expensive lingerie. It was obviously from Paul. I opened the box slowly and peeled back the tissue liner.

Inside was the smallest, most delicate black lace teddy I had ever seen. It had garters and sheer, black thigh highs attached. It was so small that I was positive it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I didn't dare hold it up, I just unfolded it and grinned as I stared at it, laying elegantly in it's box. 

"That will look incredible on you tonight." Paul's voice was low and full of lust. I folded the lingerie back into place and closed the lid as he walked behind his desk. I smiled up at him.

"Mr. Taylor, that is a very expensive gift." 

He shrugged. "It will be worth. I get to imagine you in this during dinner, then I get to see it on you in person afterwards." He looked me up and down, grinning mischievously. 

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say. Thank you, Sir." 

"I'll be thanking you tonight, I'm sure." he took a sip of the coffee that I sat out for him.

"Did you make it to the gym this morning, Sir?" I asked coyly.

He nodded. "I did. My heart was already pounding when I got there, though." 

"I'm glad to hear that your morning was so pleasant, Sir. Mine was equally as enjoyable. I'll be at my desk if you need me." I smiled and scooped the box off of his desk. I walked back to my seat and tucked the sexy lingerie into my desk drawer. 

I glanced into Paul's office and watched as he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. I sat there and wondered what it was that was so erotic about watching a man push up his sleeves like that. He rubbed his muscular forearms as he scrolled down the screen of his tablet, probably looking at his schedule for the day. I caught myself staring and had to force myself to get back to work. 

By lunchtime, nearly all of our employees had left the office for lunch that day, and Paul's lunch conference guests were starting to arrive. I directed each of them to the conference room. Each of their meals were set out and everything that Paul needed for the meeting was prepared. I went to his office and knocked softly on the door. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. Your meeting is ready to begin." I smiled. 

Paul grinned and walked to the door, pulling me inside his office and closing the door. He wrapped his hands on either side of my jaw and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my hands around the muscular forearms that I'd been admiring this morning. He pulled his mouth off of mine slowly, then leaned back in for one more small kiss. 

He let go of me and walked back to his desk to get his suit jacket. He unrolled his sleeves and refastened the cuffs. 

"What was that for?" I asked, unable to stop a wide smile from breaking across my face.

He shrugged as he slipped his jacket on over his broad shoulders. 

"I don't know. I've just wanted to kiss you since this morning. Is that alright?" he grinned.

"Absolutely. You can do that any time you want, Sir." I opened the door to his office, stepping back so he could exit and go to his meeting. He grabbed his iPad, tucked his phone into his pocket and walked to the door. He grabbed my ass on his way out and squeezed it firmly. He winked down at me and headed to the conference room. 

I leaned my head back against the door and sighed. I watched him walk into the conference room and close the door behind him. Through the glass windows, I could see him shaking hands and giving brief, one armed hugs to the associates around the room. Paul was charismatic and charming. 

I stood there and wondered how on Earth I managed to get involved with such a powerful, passionate man. I squeezed my thighs together and glanced at the clock. I started mentally counting down the minutes. 

Dinner just couldn't come soon enough.



My New Boss Ch. 13



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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James was slumped in the chair, and the slut was leaning back against him. Both were exhausted and obviously satisfied. Lucy and Rita were a couple of horny wenches, only getting to watch while James and I had our fun. 

Lucy walked over to Rita and kissed her. Rita reached down to Lucy's crotch and found it was on fire. A lusty squeal from Lucy was another clue. I watched for a while and a squeal from Rita soon followed. Lucy had reciprocated Rita's inquisitive fingers.

It was interesting to watch those two girls. It was nothing new for them to create a party where one didn't exist. Being on the sidelines, their needs were only compounding. I had to find a way to include them. Well, I didn't have to, but when you have two lovely women on your hands, and they're so filled with lust, you don't ignore them. At least I couldn't. They could get mean!

I stood up and walked over to them. "Starting your own party, ladies? I could use your help with the slut, if you can pull yourselves away from each other."

All I could hear were moans and sloppy kisses, as they seemed to ignore me, completely. "Not interested? My cock has recovered and it's looking for a throat to shove into." 

Still, nothing. "Sure, I can handle her on my own, but it's more fun in numbers. With all of us controlling her every move, she won't have a chance. She'll satisfy each of us."

I couldn't believe it. They were glued together. Rita's hand was in Lucy's crotch and Lucy's was in Rita's. Whimpering and moaning, I almost sat down to watch. I knew it would be interesting, but my cock wanted to participate. It didn't look like there was any room between them.

Then, I remembered. "She hasn't swallowed me whole, on her own, and I'll need some help putting that subbie zapper back on her."

That did it. I'd forgotten how disappointed they had been, when the zapper had been removed. I only tempted their need to control and both were eager to assist. 

"Give me the remote. She'll swallow you," said Rita.

"Yeah, you just sit back and keep that lovely cock hard. We'll do the rest," added Lucy.

"No, girls. I appreciate your zest for the quest, but I will hold on to the remote. I've got visions of my slut doing an electrified dance, because you like the control. I don't want damaged goods. I'm growing fond of her and her ass is my favorite. And, I know you too well. You'll get your way, no matter what. And, even though that might be fun to watch, I don't feel like being the referee in a button pushin' match."

They expressed their disapproval, but still wanted to join in on the fun. I had successfully changed their slutty minds from a self-love thing to willing participants in the next event of using the fuck toy's body for our pleasure.

Time was wasting and I needed to keep their interest, so I gave them jobs to do. "Rita, gather all of the pieces of rope you can. We're gonna need several. Lucy, you come with me. I think we're gonna have to pry the slut off James."

Rita quickly searched the room and gathered pieces of loose rope. Lucy and I walked over to the slouched couple in the chair. Both were relaxed, and James was smiling. I think I'd be smiling, too, if I had just experienced what he had.

I pointed to the rope tying her to the chair. "Lucy, disconnect that, will you?" She leaned down and untied it. Then, I pointed for Lucy to stand on the right of the slut, and grab her arm. I got on her left side. "Ready? Lift." Up she came, with a groan. She was happy where she was. But, James' cock had wilted, so her fun was over, for the moment. It was time for work, again.

We got her over to the desk. I picked her up and perched her on it. "Lucy, clean her up, for me. Remove the gag, and give her another drink, if she wants it. But, don't mistreat her, or I'll sit you in the corner so you can't even watch."

Lucy smiled, and went to work. I stood back and watched the scene progress, planning my own agenda of fun. I had a couple of live wires to keep in line, too. Somehow, I had to allow them some fun. 

Rita came to me with several lengths of rope, and I told her to check the desk drawers for more. I looked at the ceiling, hoping to find something strong enough to tie some rope to. I wanted to suspend the slut from the ceiling in such a way I'd be able to use her weight against her. But, there wasn't anything but a flimsy overhead light. I didn't trust it, so I had to go to plan B. Well, first I had to think of a plan B. 

While I was thinking, I watched Lucy with the slut. She had removed the gag and was washing her face and tits. Lucy was behaving herself. Rita found some more rope in a desk drawer, so there was enough for whatever plan I thought up. Plus, there was some still tied to the chair that James was in. Yes, he was still resting, pour guy.

Looking at that rope tied to the chair gave me an idea. Before, it was only the girl's weight and the slut's will power when she was trying to swallow my cock. If I tied her in position so she couldn't resist, I'd be able to control her. "Rita, we'll need four lengths of rope. Find me two short pieces and two long ones. I think this is gonna work out just fine."

Lucy finished cleaning the slut up, and she'd given her some water. I looked her over to see if she looked OK. "Put the gag back around her neck. I think it's better if it's always ready, just in case."

I leaned forward to whisper into the slut's ear. "Are you having fun, slut? I know I am."

She nodded her head.

"Did you think it would be like this?"

She slowly shook her head. "No, not really."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No." I almost saw her smile. If I had seen a smile, I think I might have come up with a plan C.

"Good. I want everybody to enjoy themselves. That's what a fuck party is for." 

I stood back and smiled. She had that perfect body. Naked, her nipples were hard and she had a glassy gaze in her eyes. Her ankles were tied together and her wrists were cuffed and bound to the small of her back. She was primed and ready for the taking. 

But, plan B didn't call for her ankles to be tied together and the rope around her waist could be put to better use in another way. "Rita, untie her ankles and undo that rope around her waist."

"Untie her ankles?"

"Don't worry, she won't kick you. I'm sure she knows better than to do that." Looking around, I didn't see any pillows. "Lucy, go look in that closet over there. See if you can find me a pillow."

Rita untied her ankles and removed the one around her waist. Lucy found a small pillow, and brought it to me. It was just the right size. I had the girls grab an ankle and we scooted her around, so her ankles were at the front of the desk, where the drawers were. Her naked ass squeaked on the waxed desktop. 

Rita was puzzled. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

"What do you mean?"

"The zapper!"

"Oh, shit, you're right. Damn. Well, OK, go get it. We can still do it."

Rita went over and picked it up off the floor. The slut whimpered when she saw it. Rita chuckled when she heard her whimper. "Yeah, I bet you thought you were home free, didn't ya', bitch. Don't forget who it was that remembered this thing. And, I still might get another try at that red button, yet."

I got up on the table and held the slut's hips up, so the girls could put it through her crotch and hook it up. I didn't let Lucy put her cuffed wrists though the strap, because I didn't know how long she would be laying there. The metal cuffs could cut off circulation to her hands, if she was laying on them. I didn't want that to happen. 

When she was all cinched up, and the plug was up her ass, I pushed her cuffed wrists to the side and pulled back on her, having her lie down on her back. I pulled her towards me, so her head was hanging over the edge of the desk just enough, so her shoulders were still resting on the table edge. I positioned the pillow under her shoulders and left enough for her head to rest on. I was trying to find just the right angle for a perfect throat fucking position. It looked good.

"OK, Rita, spread her legs apart and tie each ankle to a drawer handle. I don't want her to be doing any kicking."

"I can handle that," Rita said. "I'll spread the slut good and wide."

"Where are the two long lengths, Rita?" Rita pointed to the small pile of rope to my right. I checked them. "Good, these will do fine." I tossed one to Lucy and told her to tie it to her leg, just above her knee. Then, pull it back so her leg was pulled up and back. I did the same thing on the other side. We tied the other end of the ropes to a back table leg, making it so her legs didn't touch the table. The only part of her body touching the table was her ass. Her back and shoulders were touching the pillow.

My slut looked great. Her legs were bound, nice and tight. She couldn't move. I did see her wiggle her toes, but that was all. Her pussy lips were visible on either sides of the zapper strap. The girls made the strap tight, so it was rubbing up against her clit. That was something Lucy would have thought of.

"OK, slut. We're back in business." I stood at her head and leaned over so I could rub her pussy lips. She moaned as my hand caressed between her spread legs. The strap covered her sensitive clit, but I knew my hand found sensitive skin. "See? I've got you just where I want you, now. Now, we can continue where we left off. Well, I mean we can continue where you left off." I pointed to a spot on the shaft of my cock. "I think it was just about here, but I know you can do better. And, this time, you don't want to disappoint me." I patted her pussy when I said that. "I might let Rita have you, if you do."

I showed her the remote. "I still have this, too. Do you remember what button we were last on? I know I do. You know, it's up to you to decide if you experience the next one."

I took hold of my cock and slapped her with it, lightly on the face. Then, I let it touch her lips. "Open wide, slut." 

She opened her mouth, like a good little slut and took my cock. She sucked and licked on it. Her mouth was hot and skillful at the task. She did her best to satisfy me, even before I started thrusting into her throat. Maybe she thought I would cum and it would be all over. But, if she thought that, she was wrong.

Her tits were right in front of me. I grabbed them and pinched her nipples between my fingers. She wiggled beneath my touch, and I felt it in my cock, when she moaned. I started to slowly fuck her mouth. I watched as my cock took her mouth and I felt it when she sucked hard, on the exit stroke. She had learned that much, at least.

I rested my hands on the table on either side of her body, and let my hips do the work. Her mouth created loud slurping and sucking sounds as she took my hard cock. It was nice to watch her body tense up, as I took charge. But, she didn't lose a stroke, nor did I feel any teeth. She had formed such a good hole. She was pleasing me, so far.

Lucy wanted something to do, so I told her to watch and see how much of my cock she could swallow. I would be the judge, and Lucy could coach the slut, if it became necessary. Rita looked at me with a hopeful look. She wanted a job. I told her to go get the slut's crop and stand by, in case I needed her help. That made her happy. She quickly found the crop and ran back, and waited for instructions.

"Rita, caress her body with the crop. Do not strike her. Only caress her. Rita frowned, but complied with my wishes. I'm sure she wanted to hit her pussy hard, and watch her wince in pain from it. But, that was just Rita's way. With Rita, there was no gray area. It was either all or nothing.

I watched, as she ran the crop along the slut's legs and stomach. She tapped her pussy with it, but only lightly. Moving from one side of the strap to the other, the crop made little snapping sounds when it landed. She moved it down between the slut's legs and pushed the crop up under her ass. It made the slut wiggle. Then she twisted it, and jerked it around. From the angle I was looking at it, I'm sure she had it right up the slut's ass crack.

I continued to enjoy the slut's mouth. But, looking over at Lucy, she seemed disappointed. I think she wanted to play with the crop, but she didn't say. And, it was doubtful if Rita would give it up. She can be possessive, if not plain selfish. Those two women could often act like little girls, when they were together. I had thoughts of punishing them in just the same way, before the evening was over.

Enough time had gone by that I decided it was time to see if the slut was ready to deep throat my cock. She had it sufficiently lubed with her saliva, and she had also made sure it was sufficiently hard. I pulled out of her mouth, and leaned down to talk.

"So, are you ready to take all of me? And, are you going to take all of me?"

She nodded her head, and meekly responded, "Yes."

"Now, to be fair, this time it's a little different. I just want you to know. If you don't succeed, a couple of things might happen. First, I might have to punish you with the red button, as long as I haven't used it up to that point in time. And, I might just give you to Rita, and let her have her fun. She's been hot for it, and I might have to give her some release. But, if I do that, it's only because you've really pissed me off. She's not looking to lick your clit. She's got other things in mind. Do you understand?"

This time, she swallowed, then nodded her head. I think the thought of being handed over to Rita had taken her breath away. I think she understood that a little time with Rita at the controls would be a very specific kind of punishment.

"So, you understand what you're to do, and you also understand the penalties. Right?"

Again, she just nodded that she understood. Her eyes told me she was concerned, but I really thought she was gonna do it. I stood back up and aimed my cock at her face. "Open up and take it all, slut." She did as she was told and I shoved myself into her mouth.

Again, I leaned on the desk, and fucked her mouth. She was putting so much suction on me that I had thoughts of just fucking her mouth until I came. But, I controlled myself, for the moment, and watched as my cock went in and out of her mouth.

With each thrust, I pushed a little harder. She didn't seem to have any problem with that. She could take it. That much was sure. Lucy was down on her knees watching everything. Up to then, she hadn't said anything at all. But, her eyes had a distinct intensity to them.

It looked like Rita was getting bored. Her work with the crop was lacking any creativity. She had no enthusiasm. Sure, she was still hitting the slut with it, but I think I had limited her style too much. She needed to be set free. I couldn't do it all at once, however. I didn't think the slut could survive that. She needed to keep her mind on my cock.

I watched Rita. She kept hitting the same areas, pussy, upper thighs and stomach. Every once in a while she pushed it down between the slut's ass cheeks. "Rita, aim for her inner thighs. Her legs are spread wide enough. And, the bottoms of her feet are sensitive, I'm sure. And, I can stay out of the way if you want to hit her tits."

"But, you said don't hit her too hard. I was just staying away from those areas, to please you." She smiled as she said, "If I hit her in some areas, I might get carried away."

She wanted to please me? I think what she really meant was if she was good, I might let her press the button on the remote a time or two. Rita isn't into pleasing someone, unless it pleases her to do so. Yes, she submits, but it pleases her to submit. And, if she's in Domme mode, she always has a motive. "OK, Rita, you can hit harder. Just don't get carried away. Try to control yourself."

She smiled and went straight for the slut's inner thighs. I felt like I had signed the death warrant for the slut. A slow death it would be, too, with Rita in charge. The slut started reacting to the stinging crop. She whimpered around my cock, but this all caused a strange reaction in her, too. 

She started gobbling my cock, like a hungry bitch in heat. I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't going to protest. It felt great. But, I knew I had to keep it to myself, or Rita would give me some 'I told you so' look and my slut's body would end up nothing more than a bunch of nasty red welts.

Still, it was great. It was so great, I had trouble keeping from cumming. I tried thrusting slower, and holding my cock deep inside her throat for longer periods of time. It didn't seem to adversely affect her sucking and it did allow me to hold off. And, her sucking felt good. God, it felt real good.

Lucy was starting to breathe hard. She had changed from kneeling to sitting. Her hand was rubbing her clit. Little Lucy was having her own little party. Rita was having more fun, too. That crop was making some nasty sounds, and the slut's body was jerking around. The whole picture was a big turn on for me. What I was seeing and what I was feeling were coming together as something special. I knew I couldn't tell Rita. She would take credit for the whole thing. And, I'm not sure she wouldn't be right.

Rita moved to the soles of the slut's feet. Not only were her feet sensitive, she was also ticklish. I hadn't thought of that. Rita had, though. She ran the crop up and down her feet, and between her toes, causing the slut to giggle and shake. Then, she'd change speeds and give the bitch a couple good whacks with it, when she was off guard. If you've ever had your cock in a slut's mouth when she's giggling, you understand the feelings. It's difficult to describe. My cock was effectively a gag, choking off her giggles. I'll just say it was nice.

Lucy was getting hot. She got back up on her knees. She told me that time was wasting and I needed to push deeper into the slut's throat. I guess I did have my mind on other things, so I had to agree with her. I started to push deeper. The position I was in was a very visible one. I could see the slut's mouth forced open by my cock and her neck bulge when she tried to swallow me. And, the fact that Rita was working on her bound body wasn't lost on the slut, either. Those little submissive whimpers continued when Rita found a tender spot with that crop.

Red marks were forming on the white parts of her body. Her inner thighs were welted, and her crotch and pussy lips were nice and red. Rita wasn't bored any more. She was having fun. I think part of it was she saw a reaction to what she was doing. When the crop hit the slut's body, she jerked and twitched. That would get any dominant's blood flowing.

I heard Lucy bitching at me, again. She pointed out that I hadn't used the zapper, yet. Not that I had to, but I guess I was just into watching Rita. When Rita cropped the slut, I felt it too, in a good way. That was an interesting combination. But, I did agree with Lucy that it had been long enough, and the slut was going to show me the depth of her throat or pay.

I pressed the green button, just to get the slut's attention. What happened next was exciting. I guess it was because her legs were bound and my cock immobilized her head, but her ass came up off the desk like it was a hot sidewalk. And, she let out a little squeal, but my cock did a good job of squelching it.

Rita and I looked at each other. We were both impressed.

"You pressed a button?" asked Rita.

"Yeah, I did."

"What color?"

"Green."

"Green? Are you kidding?"

I laughed. "Nope. It was the green one."

Rita's eyes got as big as silver dollars. "Whoa! Let's see if these ropes hold. Press the red one."




My New Boss Ch. 13



Paul's meeting was a complete success and all of our existing clients left the conference room just as happy and as excited as our staff did just a couple nights before. Paul was clearly on the top of his game. He was driven and knew exactly how to get what he wanted.

I was living proof of that.

The rest of the afternoon dragged on slowly, but without incident. Paul was occupied and I kept busy as well. Just before 5pm, I gathered my things, tucking the small gift box into my deep purse. I closed up my desk and walked to Paul's office. 

I glanced in the door and saw Paul leaning back in his chair. His feet were crossed and propped up on his desk as he scrolled through something on his tablet. I couldn't help but smile. He was just so handsome. I knocked as I stepped into his office. 

"Excuse me, Sir. I'm sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to tell you that I was leaving. Is there anything else I can do for you before I go?" 

He pulled his feet down and stood up. He shook his head as he walked out from behind his desk and leaned against the front, crossing his arms. My eyes instinctively dropped down to his pelvis, then quickly back to his dark eyes.

"Ok then. I'll see you at 7:30?" I smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait. Brooke? I do have one request." He pressed his index finger against his chin.

"Whatever you need, Sir." A slow grin spread across my lips, knowing that this request would have very little to do with work.

"I'm going to get to your place a little early. Around, say, 7:00pm. The restaurant isn't far from your apartment, but I have a little something I'd like to do first." 

"Ok...so, what exactly is your request?" I asked, puzzled by his elusiveness.

"I want you naked when I get there." he said bluntly.

I glanced over my shoulder. There were still a few people in the office and I wanted to make sure no one was nearby. I looked back at Paul.

"Ok...so... you want to fuck me before we leave, that's it?" 

"Well, I always want to fuck you, Brooke. But I won't be doing that until after our meal. Just do what I asked. I'll be at your place at 7pm. Be naked and have your clothes ready. That's all you have to do." he grinned at me as if he had a secret. 

I nodded . "Whatever you say. I'll see you at 7, then." I turned and walked to the elevator. I had no idea what he wanted to do before dinner, but I had no doubt that it would be something I'd enjoy. 

>>>>

I made it to my apartment by 5:30pm. I sat my purse on the coffee table and pulled the box of lingerie out and walked it to my bedroom. As I pulled the lace teddy out of it's soft tissue lining, I was shocked by how small it truly was. It was cut very low in the back and the small cups would barely contain my breasts, if at all. The lace was completely sheer and four small garters hung delicately from the bottom. I laid it out gently on my bed, and retrieved the thin thigh high stockings that matched it. I placed them on top and walked to my closet.

After going through each dress I owned, I settled on a short black dress. It was tight and had long sleeves, but it draped very low down my back. It was classy and sexy at the same time. I pulled out my best pair of high heels and set everything on the bed. I stepped back to examine my outfit. I didn't want to look trashy. This was, after all, a dinner meeting. I didn't want it to look like Paul arrived with a high class escort, but I wanted to make sure that I had him drooling with excitement. 

It was nearly 6pm, so I stripped off my work clothes and stepped into the shower. I was in no real hurry, so I let the pulsing water spray across my body. I leaned my head back and soaked my hair, letting it cling to my neck and back. I could feel the hot water dripping down from between my thighs. I smiled to myself, thinking about how at some point tonight, Paul would inevitably wind up between my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned deeply. I let the hot water wash away all of my stress and anxiety. 

After several minutes of just relaxing, I got busy. I lathered my body in rich, creamy foam. I shaved everything carefully and washed my hair. After about 20 minutes, the water was starting to turn cold, so I stepped out feeling relaxed and refreshed. I toweled off and stood in front of the mirror as I rubbed lotion into my skin. I smiled at my reflection when I noticed a small, fading bite mark on the top of my left breast. I couldn't remember exactly when Paul had given that to me, but I rubbed my fingers over it and felt a small twinge of pride well up inside of me. It felt strangely like a badge of honor. 

I took my time as I dried and styled my hair into soft waves that cascaded down my back. I applied a little more makeup than usual, just for dramatic effect. I glanced over my shoulder into my bedroom at my bedside clock. It was 6:49pm. Paul was always on time and would be here shortly. I sprayed perfume on my neck and on my wrists and walked back to my closet. I grabbed a small silver clutch purse and started transferring the necessities into it. 

Just as I was putting my phone into the clutch, there was a soft knock at my door. I stood up and looked down at myself. I was completely naked, yet again. It was time to see exactly why Paul wanted me this way. I walked to the door and unlocked it. I cracked it open and saw Paul leaning against the wall on the other side of the hallway. He grinned, pushed himself off of the wall and walked into my apartment. I did my best to stay hidden behind the door and quickly closed it behind him once he entered. 

I turned around. He looked incredible, as usual. He had on a well-tailored, black suit and a white shirt that was open at the collar. Classic and very handsome. He had his hands in his pockets as he stared at me. 

"I did what you asked, Sir." I said bravely as I motioned at my naked body. It amazed me how I never once felt self conscious around him. Even completely exposed like this, I was totally comfortable having him examine me from head to toe. 

"You always do what I ask of you, Brooke."

"Are you going to tell me now why you wanted me like this?"

"I just wanted to help you get dressed." he replied, holding out his hand for me to come closer to him. 

I walked to him with a confused expression written all over my face. 

"That's all? You just wanted to help me get dressed?" 

He nodded. "Are your clothes ready?" 

"Yes. Everything is on my bed."

"Good girl." He ran his fingertips down my naked spine. I shivered from the touch. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away. I pouted. 

"Why can't I kiss you?"

"Because, I'm going to have you so fucking horny by the end of the night that you won't be able to keep your hands off of me, Brooke." he whispered into my ear.

Suddenly, it clicked. He was going to tease me the entire night. Starting now. This was something that Paul was an expert at and something that he really seemed to enjoy. I moaned into his chest. I could hear the smile break across his lips. 

"So. Brooke. Where are your clothes? We need to get you dressed." he pulled me off of him and walked me into my bedroom. He reached down to my bed and picked up the sexy black lingerie that he had purchased. 

"This is going to look much better on you than it did in the box, baby." he said quietly.

He knelt down in front of me, and held the lingerie out for me to step into. I placed each of my feet into the foot holes and he slowly slid the fine, lace fabric up my body. He gently kissed my thighs, then let his tongue slip briefly between my pussy lips. He blew warm air gently on my wet flesh before he pulled the garment up to my waist. I groaned.

"Ohhh, my God." My breathing was already getting heavier. Paul paused over my stomach, taking a second to kiss and lick my quivering skin. He stood up and slowly wrapped his lips around each of my hardening nipples. I unconsciously pushed my breasts forward into his face. He smiled and pulled back, shaking his head. 

"No, Brooke. Not yet." he cautioned.

I whined quietly but let him continue. He slipped the flimsy cups over my breasts. Just as I suspected, they did very little to contain them. My thick nipples were trying to break through the lace. I looked up at Paul as he admired my tits. He ran his fingers over my protruding nipples. I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt his fingers grab and twist them tightly. We had only been involved with each other for less than a week, but Paul already knew exactly how I loved to have my breasts played with.

As soon as I made the slightest sound of excitement, he released my breasts from his grip. I looked up at him, silently pleading for him to continue. He grinned as he slipped the thin shoulder straps into place. He pulled me down and made me sit at the foot of my bed. He kneeled down in front of me once again and held a stocking out for me to slip my foot into. He carefully rolled it up my smooth leg, adjusting it around my thigh, then repeating the process on the other leg. 

He remained on the floor between my legs and spread my knees far apart. He kissed up my right thigh, then down my left, never touching my pussy. I dropped my head back and moaned. Getting dressed had never felt so erotic. 

"Oh, Mr. Taylor. Please kiss me." 

"Kiss you where?" he grinned up at me.

"I don't care. Just kiss me. My mouth, my pussy...I don't care." I begged.

"In good time, Brooke." he said as he started clipping the front garters to the stockings. Once they were in place, he pushed me down onto the bed and rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him clip each of the garters in place against the backs of my thighs. His hands slowly massaged the insides of my legs, his fingertips gently brushing against my wet pussy lips. 

"Please touch me, Sir...." I panted. 

Paul didn't reply, he just rolled me over and pulled me up off of the bed. He grinned at me. 

"You ok, baby?" 

I nodded. He had only been here for 10 minutes and I was already blinded with lust for him. I knew that this was part of the game, and I also knew that he was going to make this evening very challenging for me.

He bent down and picked up my dress. He helped me step into it and adjusted everything into it's place. He turned me around and nodded his approval . 

"Wow, Brooke. You look...wow." he shook his head, unable to articulate what he was thinking.

I beamed at his admiration. I wanted to look good for him and I succeeded. He bent down and helped me step into my heels, sliding his hands up my stocking-covered legs. He stood up slowly, running his hands along my body, and up my exposed back. He smiled at me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth. I tried to release all of the tension that had just built up into that kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed into his body. My belly grazed against his erection. 

I couldn't resist. I slid a hand down from his neck and rubbed his cock through his pants. He groaned and pulled away from me. 

"Not yet, baby." he shook his head. 

"Damn it, Paul!" I said out of pure sexual frustration.

"Paul?" he laughed. "You must really be pissed." 

"Not pissed...just...well, horny. This game isn't all that fair, you know." I said, sliding back up against his body. 

"It isn't?" He ran his fingers down the bare skin of my back. 

"No. You can do whatever you want to me, but I can't do anything to you? Not fair." I leaned up into his neck and took a deep breath, inhaling his cologne. I grazed my lips against his throat.

"Well, Brooke...what you don't seem to understand is that my dick is going to be aching all night just looking at you. This is as much of a tease for me as it is for you." he breathed into my ear. He quickly spun me around so that my back was pressed against his front. 

"Look at your bed, Brooke." his lips spoke against the back of my ear and his erection pressed into my backside. "I'm going to fuck you senseless right there after this meeting. I'm going to have you screaming." I moaned and leaned my head back against his shoulder. He ran his hands up my stomach and squeezed my breasts tightly. I panted and my eyes fluttered closed. I felt his lips drag against my neck and then he released me. 

I moaned helplessly and turned to face him.

"I can't decide if I love this or hate this." I sighed.

Paul grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"You know you love it, baby." 

I didn't want to admit it, but he was right. I loved being pushed to the boiling point by this man. I knew that he'd make it worth it at the end of the night, so I decided to quit fighting it and just enjoy the tease. 

He kissed my hand softly again. "It's getting late. We need to go. Are you ready?" 

"Yes. Just let me grab my purse and some earrings." I walked to my vanity and pulled a pair of diamond studs out of my jewelry box. Our gaze met in the mirror as I put my earrings on. 

"You're really beautiful. I hope you know that." he said as I turned around. 

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. You're not bad yourself." I smiled.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. I glanced back over my shoulder at my bed, knowing that it was going to be seeing a lot of action in the coming hours. I grabbed my small purse and followed Paul out the front door. I locked it behind us and we headed for the stairs. 

Once out on the street, I felt the cool evening breeze against my legs and my back. Paul managed to find a parking spot near the building's entrance, and he stepped in front of me to open my door. 

I slid down into the low, leather seat. I watched Paul's eyes travel from my ankles, up my body and finally settle on my eyes as he closed the door and slipped behind the wheel. The engine roared to life. He shifted into gear and pulled out onto the street. 

We were eating at an upscale Italian restaurant about 15 minutes away from my apartment. I settled back into the seat and glanced over at Paul. He sensed me staring at him and reached his hand over and grabbed my left knee firmly. He pulled my knees apart and slid his hand up several inches. He let his fingers brush back and forth against my inner thigh. Without hesitation, I spread my legs apart farther. He looked over at me and I blinked heavily, hoping that he'd let his fingers continue their journey north. I felt him hook a finger underneath the top of the lace stockings that he'd just put on me. My lower back arched off the seat and I exhaled heavily through my nose. I was trying to keep my composure. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me, so I tried desperately to calm down. 

Paul's eyes stayed fixed on the road as his fingers explored my body. I tried my best not to let him know how much he was affecting me, but he had to have known. 

After several minutes, Paul nodded down the street.

"Just a couple more blocks." he said as his fingers finally pressed against my pussy. 

I gasped loudly as his middle finger rubbed slowly against my damp lips. My hips started pushing against his hand, searching for friction. He finally gave me what I wanted and pressed firmly against my clit. I moaned loudly.

"Ohhh...f-f-uck!" 

He pulled his hand off of me completely and adjusted his erection. 

"We're here, Brooke." I opened my eyes and looked out my window. I groaned. I looked down to see that my dress had worked it's way up to my hips, so I discreetly pulled it back into place as Paul parked in front of the restaurant. The valet opened the door and greeted me.

"Good evening, Ma'am." he smiled, helping me out of the car.

"Good evening." I nodded graciously as Paul handed the young man his keys and reached his hand out for mine. As we walked to the front door, he turned towards me.

"Hungry?" he grinned.

"Not for food." I whispered. 

"Me either. Let's just seal the deal with this Alaskan Cruise guy and get back to your place." he kissed my temple and opened the door. 

We arrived a few minutes early and Bob and his wife still hadn't arrived. The hostess seated us at a very private table in the back. Paul pulled out my chair and I sat down. He took the chair next to me and inched himself closer. He put his arm on the back of my chair and leaned in to my ear.

"Your pussy is already pretty wet, baby." he whispered. His breath tickled my neck.

I inhaled deeply and nodded, looking straight ahead.

"Are you going to make it through dinner?"

"I hope so." I smiled. 

He kissed my shoulder as we looked at the wine menu. The waiter came and Paul ordered a couple of selections of wine for everyone. Just as the waiter left, the hostess arrived, showing Bob and his wife to the table. Paul and I stood politely. Bob was probably in his early 60's. He was a big man with an even bigger personality. 

"Paul Taylor! Great to finally meet you. Bob Maxwell, my wife Donna." Bob shook hands with Paul, as did his wife.

"It's a pleasure, Sir...Ma'am. This is Brooke Kelley." Paul placed his hand on my back as I exchanged hello's with Bob and Donna. We all sat down. Sensing that Paul and Bob were important people, the waiter immediately ushered over the wine selections he had ordered and read us the specials for the evening. We each decided quickly on our meals and the waiter left to place the order with the chef. 

Bob and Paul started in on business talk right away, which was after all, the reason why we were all there. Donna and I started chatting quietly to ourselves. 

"So, Brooke. How long have you and Paul been married?" she smiled politely.

"Oh no." I shook my head and smiled gently. "We aren't married. We're just good friends." 

"Really? You seemed like such an attractive couple!" she observed as she drank a long sip of wine.

"What about you and Mr. Maxwell? How long have you been married?" I asked, hoping to divert the attention off of us. There was no way to politely tell the sweet older lady that Paul and I were just fucking like mad every chance we got, that we really knew very little about each other.

"Oh, longer than I care to admit." She rolled her eyes at Bob. We both laughed at his expense. She shook her head and tried to think. "It will be 42 years this August, actually. Quite a long time." 

"Congratulations. That is a long time." I smiled. 

There was a brief lull in their conversation, so Bob and Paul attempted to join in ours. 

"What's that? 42 years? Feels like a hell of a lot longer!" Bob roared. We all laughed. Bob and Donna were quickly drinking their wine. Paul poured Bob another glass of red. 

As the four of us started discussing wine, I felt Paul's foot hook onto mine, and drag my legs apart beneath the heavy table cloth. I instinctively sat up a little straighter as my knees pulled apart. He didn't make any sudden moves, he just made sure that my legs stayed spread. Once Bob and Donna were distracted enough in a discussion, Paul's hand slid under the cloth and resumed it's place against my thigh. I looked at him fearfully. I had a hard time controlling myself around Paul when it came to sex and the fact that his hand was clamped on my leg, just inches from my aching pussy, terrified me. 

Paul just winked and squeezed my upper thigh. 

Thankfully, he kept things fairly PG for a little while. He and Bob resumed their business meeting while Donna and I chatted about the weather and their cruise line. She talked about the trips they'd taken and about their grandchildren. I just listened politely. Occasionally, Paul's fingers would scratch against my leg, reminding me that he was still there and still ready for action. It made me shiver each time. Once in particular, his fingers brushed against my lace covered pussy lips and I visibly shook. 

"You cold, honey?" Donna asked, concerned.

I held up my hands. "Oh no, I'm fine. Really. I think the wine just hit me." 

"Tell me about it!" Bob laughed heartily, finishing off his 4th glass of wine. 




My New Boss Ch. 13



Soon, the waiter arrived with our meals and Paul was forced to release my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief and we all enjoyed our food. The conversation flowed easily, as did the alcohol. Paul and I drank very little while Bob and Donna were both obviously heavy drinkers. The men discussed their potential business deal while Donna and I listened in or engaged in polite conversation of our own. From a professional stand point, the dinner was going very well. Paul was well on his way to sealing the deal with Bob. At this rate, our company would be taking on the Alaskan Cruise Line website very soon. 

Once our food was gone, Bob stood up and excused himself to step outside for a cigarette. He offered one to Paul and he gently declined. Bob nodded and walked outside. Donna tapped her napkin on either side of her lips and excused herself to the restroom. Paul and I were alone. Horny and alone at a very private table.

Paul wrapped his right arm behind my back, tracing his fingers on my uncovered skin. He leaned down and kissed my neck. What little wine I did drink, coupled with his constant sexual teasing was making my blood pump heavily through my body. I turned my head and kissed him, moaning quietly against his lips. 

He pulled away from me to keep his eye out for Bob and Donna to return. 

"This is the longest dinner ever." I laughed.

"Not much longer, baby." His fingers slipped underneath the open back of my dress and ran down the side of my ribcage. He pulled his chair just a little closer to mine as we both watched for someone to return. 

His fingers continued to explore, rubbing against the lace lingerie under my dress. His hand slipped around quickly and gripped my right breast under my dress. My breathing hitched as his fingers dragged against my warm flesh. My nipples immediately started to stiffen, pushing against the flimsy fabric and against my dress. 

"I love your tits, Brooke." he whispered into my ear. 

"Mmmm..."

"You want me to grab them hard, don't you?" he grinned against my ear as he rubbed his fingers underneath my heavy breast.

"Yes, please..." I moaned softly. I struggled to keep my eyes open. 

"Well, here comes Donna, so you'll have to wait a little longer." He pulled his hand out of my dress and quickly placed it on the back of my chair. I exhaled shakily and sat up a little straighter when Donna reached our table. 

"Bob still isn't back?" she asked. 

"Here I am!" He said too loudly. He smacked his hand down on the table as he sat down. "So, Taylor...let's figure this thing out. I'm too damn old to be out this late." he laughed.

Paul and Bob finished talking business, and Donna leaned over the table to me, resting her chin on her hand. 

"So honey, you say that you and Paul are just friends?" she asked with a wobbly smile. She had clearly had a little too much to drink.

I nodded. "Yes. Just friends." 

"But he's so handsome!" she whispered loudly.

I giggled and glanced at Paul. Donna was right. He was. He was leaning on his elbows on the table, explaining to Bob about the advantages of choosing our company to overhaul his site. Bob was listening intently. I stared at Paul's sculpted jaw line, his thick lips as he spoke, his broad shoulders...everything about him just screamed 'sex' to me. 

I turned back to Donna. "Yes, he is very handsome. I'm lucky to have such a great friend." The words dug into me sharply as I said them. I felt stupid for feeling this way after only a week, and I knew that part of it had to be hormones, but the idea of Paul just being a friend seemed strange to me. There was more there. Even he admitted it. We had some kind of connection that couldn't really be described. It just felt like more than a friendship was forming. 

While Donna searched in her purse for something, I bravely reached my hand under the thick table cloth and rubbed Paul's thigh. I felt his thick muscle twitch beneath my fingers. Our chairs were close enough that it wasn't obvious at all what I was doing. Their conversation didn't waiver, but Paul did subtly push his legs apart. I took the opportunity and slid my hand a little further up his leg, dragging my fingernails gently along the way. I pretended to be interested in their conversation as my hand quietly explored Paul's lap underneath the table. 

My fingers softly grazed the length of his cock. I could feel it jerk in his pants. This sent a wave of excitement through me. He was right. After an evening full of teasing, I couldn't wait to get him back to my apartment. 

I placed my hand on top of his dick. It was thick and pulsing. My pussy was aching for him. I needed this meal to be over soon. 

About 10 minutes later, I could tell that their conversation was coming to an end, so I slowly removed my hand, giving him the chance to adjust himself if he needed to. Bob and Paul shook hands across the table.

"Alright, Taylor. I'll give you a call on Monday and we'll set everything up from there." he smiled.

"You won't regret it, Bob." he grinned. 

Bob looked over at me. "Is this guy always such a smooth talker?" he laughed, pointing at Paul.

I smiled. "He knows what he wants, Mr. Maxwell." 

"You ain't kiddin!" he started to pull his wallet out of his pocket and Paul held up his hands. 

"On me, Bob. You two go ahead and get out of here. I'll just talk to you on Monday. Mrs. Maxwell, thank you for letting me steal your dinner date for the evening." he said politely as he shook Donna's hand.

"Oh sweetie. No problem. Your girl here was wonderful company." she winked at me.

Paul leaned over and squeezed my shoulder. "She is pretty wonderful." he replied. My heart surged and I felt a deep blush spread across my face. Donna reached across the table and gave me a friendly hug. We all said goodnight. Paul and I sat back down, as the waiter placed the check on the table. 

"Well, you did it." I smiled.

"Yeah. He wasn't an easy sell, though." 

"Still, you were right. You're the kind of man who knows what he wants and gets what he wants." I shook my head and smiled.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not at all. I'm just always impressed by you." 

"Likewise. They loved you. Bringing you along probably helped seal the deal. Letting Bob see you in that dress probably would have been enough." he grinned, running his fingers down my arm. 

I shook my head. "Nope. That was all on you, Mr. Taylor. You're just great at everything you do." 

"Do you know what I want to do now?"

A slow smile crept across my face. I bit gently into my full bottom lip. I shook my head, pretending I had no idea what was coming. 

He wrapped his long fingers around my neck and pulled my ear close to his mouth. 

"I want to get you back to your place and I want to fuck your sweet pussy until you're screaming my name, baby." 

I shuddered and nodded my head. His words alone made my pussy clench. I needed Paul. I needed him to fuck me. I wanted him any way that I could get him. 

He pulled away from me and his dark, hungry gaze met mine. He took out his wallet and laid plenty of cash on the table. He stood up and pulled out my chair. We walked to the front of the dark restaurant and Paul opened the door for me, telling the staff thank you as we walked out. 

He handed the valet his ticket and seconds later, his impressive sports car pulled up in front of us. Paul reached down and opened my door for me. 

"Thank you, Sir." I beamed up at him as I sat into the seat. He winked and then closed the door. I saw him tip the valet and walk around the car. I could barely sit still. We would be back to my place in about 15 minutes and then we could finally get down to the real business of the evening. 

Paul slid into his seat and closed the door softly. He looked over his shoulder and merged onto the street. There was hardly any traffic at 10:15pm on a Thursday night. A few cabs here and there and a random car or two, but the streets were pretty quiet. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked over at Paul. He was busy changing lanes, but I couldn't resist. I leaned over the center console and started kissing and sucking on his neck. He groaned. I felt his right hand slide underneath me and between my legs. I was nearly on all fours by that point, my face directly over the thick bulge in his pants. His fingers started rubbing through the lace teddy, against my wet pussy lips. I groaned and kissed his erection through his pants. 

I couldn't wait anymore. I leaned down and unzipped his pants, not caring if any passing cars could see me or not. I worked his cock out of his pants and sucked it all the way down to the base. 

"Oh shit....Brooke. Oh fuck." he moaned. 

I started bobbing my head frantically up and down his cock, covering it with my saliva. His soft moans soon became heavy pants and grunts as he tried to push himself up into my mouth. One of his fingers pushed past the strip of lace over my pussy and worked it's way in between my folds. My mouth was full of his cock, but I moaned deeply as he pushed himself into me.

"You're so wet, Brooke. God, I can't wait to fuck you, baby..."

I pulled my hot mouth off of him. "Mmmm. Me either, Sir." 

I sat back into my seat and looked around. We were just a few blocks from my apartment. I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, licking the thick drop of wetness that was leaking from the tip. His hips jerked beneath me. I tucked his manhood back into his pants and sat back into my seat, leaning my head against the headrest. My clit was pulsing. I squirmed in my seat as I watched Paul find a spot in front of my building. He parked near the entrance and shut off his car. Normally, he would come around and open my door for me, but I didn't want to wait. I jumped out and met him by the curb. He laughed, sensing my impatience. 

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the building and up the stairs. As I searched for my keys in my clutch, Paul hugged me from behind, gripping my tits firmly. He pressed his erection into my ass and groaned. With shaking hands, I managed to unlock the door. He pushed me inside and slammed the door behind us. He reached around and locked it. I stepped away from him and threw my purse onto the couch. 

We were just a few feet apart. Paul slowly peeled off his jacket and tossed it on my kitchen barstool. I just couldn't wait anymore. I rushed to him and kissed him feverishly. He reached down and lifted me by my waist and I wrapped my legs around him. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked me head back towards the ceiling. His lips sucked on my neck. I inhaled loudly, grabbing at his hair. 

Suddenly, he peeled me off of him and placed me on the floor. My knees were wobbly. I was shaking with need. I could see his dick trying to break free from his pants. He grabbed my elbow and dragged me into my bedroom. I turned around and pulled his shirt out of his pants, fumbling as I tried to quickly unfasten his buttons as he loosened his cuffs. I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and kissed his chest. My mouth wandered down to his stomach. I licked his muscles and let my lips drag against the trail of hair leading below his pants. I knelt down in front of him and unbuttoned him. I jerked his pants down frantically. His hard dick was nearly falling out of his briefs, so I pulled them down, too, and wrapped my lips around his shaft. He groaned loudly, twisting his fingers into my hair. I grabbed his hips and sucked him deep into my throat over and over. 

"Oh Brooke. Yes. Yeah, baby. Suck my cock, baby." 

I doubled my efforts. Thick strings of our fluids were dripping from the sides of my mouth and down my chin. I leaned my head back and looked up at Paul. He was staring down at me. 

"You love to suck dick, don't you, Brooke? You love it when my cock is down your throat?" he grunted.

I popped my mouth off of him. "Yes, Sir. I love to suck your cock." I moaned. He guided my mouth back to his dick and thrust into my throat over and over. Wetness was leaking out of me. My pussy was aching to be filled. Paul must have read my mind because he pulled out of my mouth and stood me up. I was gasping for breath and shaking. 

Paul kicked off his shoes and socks, standing completely naked in front of me. His cock was bouncing wildly, searching for something to push it's way into. 

He stepped closer to me and grabbed the top of my dress. He peeled it down my arms and chest slowly. He guided it down over my hips and to the floor, kicking it behind him onto our pile of clothing. I stood in front of him in nothing but the lingerie he bought me and my heels. He sat down on my bed and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. 

"Turn around for me, Brooke." he demanded. 

I smiled and stepped in front of him. I ran my hands along my body and slowly turned for him, letting him get a good view of me in the gift that he purchased. 

"Rub your tits."

I ran my hands up the sides of my body. When I reached my breasts, I pushed them together. I slid my hands over the tops, then down over my lace covered nipples. I brought my fingers up and pinched them firmly, closing my eyes as the pleasure coursed through me. I opened my eyes and looked at Paul. He had leaned back on the bed and was stroking his cock slowly.

"Turn around and bend over, baby." 

I bit my lip and turned around slowly. I leaned forward. I felt the garters tighten against the backs of my thighs. The teddy was now nestled between my wet pussy lips. As I bent over, I heard him groan. I reached up between my legs and rubbed my exposed pussy for him. My fingers were soaked as I masturbated in front of my boss. My middle finger touched my sensitive clit and my knees shook. I stood up, not able to wait for anymore instructions. 

I turned around and walked towards Paul, closing the space between us. I placed my knees on either side of his hips and straddled him. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed his mouth, working my tongue between his lips. He groaned as I sat on his lap, pressing his dick between us. His hands grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto the bed. I went to pull his face into mine for a kiss and he grabbed my wrists and pushed them into the bed. His head dropped down and started biting at my nipples through the lace cups. 

"Oh f-f-fuck!" I whined as my back arched off the bed. I pushed my tits up to his face. His teeth grazed my skin, biting and sucking at my flesh. His swollen cock was bouncing between my legs. Paul sat up and moved down the bed between my thighs. He kissed my wet skin, licking on either side of my lace covered pussy. I clawed at the sheets. My clit was desperate for contact. He held my thighs apart as he continued to tease my pussy.

I couldn't take anymore. "Please! Oh God, please, Sir. Please suck on my clit!" I begged. 

Suddenly, I felt Paul's fingers push through the lace. He ripped the garment open wide at the crotch, exposing me completely. I moaned loudly at his show of force. He grinned at me, then wrapped his lips around my clit. 

"OH....YESSSS!" I screamed. I knew that it wasn't going to be long. My hips bucked against his face as he sucked at flicked his tongue against my sensitive bud. I felt him push two fingers, although it could have been more, deep inside of me, searching for my g-spot. He found it within seconds and massaged me all the way to an explosive orgasm. My body curled upwards and my back was completely off the bed. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and his muscular back with the other as my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

"Ohhh fuck. That's it, Mr. Taylor! Yesss. Yesss!!" I wailed. 

Paul didn't wait for my orgasm to end. He pushed me back onto the bed, lined up his throbbing cock and plunged into me painfully. We both screamed out.

"OH FUUUCK!" He screamed into my neck. 

I grabbed onto him however I could and dug my fingers into his skin. Paul hooked his arms underneath me, grabbing my shoulders. With each thrust of his cock, he pulled me down onto him forcefully. My tits were bouncing wildly between us. Paul reached down and sucked the tops of my jiggling breasts. He pounded into me, his pace unfaltering. 

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I could only feel. I could only feel his thick cock hammering into me over and over. I begged and pleaded. For what? I have no idea. I just needed him to know that I wanted him, that I wanted every single thrust he could give me. 

Paul leaned up on his knees. His face was red. His jaw was clenched and strained. He grabbed the cups of the lingerie and jerked them down. 

"Oh Brooke. You're so fucking beautiful." he groaned. 

"My God....Mr. Taylor." I moaned and closed my eyes. 

I felt him wrap a hand around my throat. He hooked a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it wildly. He pumped a little faster. We were both close. 

"OH fuck! Paul! Yes! Paul!" I screamed loudly into his chest as my pussy contracted around his dick. 

"Oh baby....coming. Oh Brooke...take my cum, baby!" He leaned over me, pressing me firmly into my bed as he jerked on top of me. His dick pulsed deep inside of me. My pussy gripped at him, trying to hold him inside. 

Neither of us could breathe. We couldn't move. His dick stayed hard for several minutes as we came down from our high. Eventually, he slipped out of me and rolled us over, laying me across his chest. I laid my head down and ran my fingers through the thick hair on his chest. We were both breathing deeply and, in time, our breathing synchronized. Everything was dark and calm and quiet. 

"Thank you, Sir." I whispered.

He laughed softly. "For what?"

"For everything. For just knowing exactly what I need and when I need it."

He wrapped his muscular arms around me tightly and kissed the top of my head.

"Same to you, baby."



My New Boss Ch. 13



"No, the red is for punishment."

"Damn it, I'd press it."

"Yeah, but with you, everything is punishment." And, it was true, too. Rita liked being a Domme, and it seemed the slut was quickly becoming her favorite. I had to keep her interested, so I told her she could hit her harder. "And what about her tits? You haven't cropped her tits, yet."

"You're in the way. I don't want to hit you."

"I said I'd stay out of the way, if you just warned me before hand."

Rita walked over and looked in her bag. She came back with two wooden clothespins. "I've got something better. These will keep her attention and you don't have to get out of the way."

Rita was always thinking. She played with the slut's nipples, one at a time and when each got nice and hard, she put on the clothespin. She made them stand straight up, so the slightest movement from the slut would make them wiggle and pinch that much more.

The slut didn't like her nipples being pinched like that, but my cock didn't let her say much about it. It shoved anything she said right back down into her throat. Then, to take her mind off of her nipples, I pressed the green button, again. It had the same reaction as before. Her ass jerked up off the desk in nothin' flat. It was so much fun, I had to do it again. And, again. 

The same thing happened, each time. The only difference was after she squealed, she whimpered a little, too. Those clothespins were wiggling all over the place and it was obvious that she could feel it. But, they weren't going anywhere. When her tits moved, the clothespins moved.

I was fucking the slut's mouth pretty hard by then. And, although Rita was impressed with her idea of the clothespins, she soon got back to hitting that naked body with the crop. I also saw her rubbing her own pussy, to get her hand wet. Then she was swatting the slut's pussy with her wet hand. Hitting the strap and her pussy lips all at once, her wet palm made quite a cracking sound.

I looked down at Lucy. Her hands were all over her own body. I nearly had to kick her, to get her attention. "Hey, Lucy! Tell her to swallow me, or else. The time has come." 

Lucy was more than ready for that. I could tell she was so hot. She could hardly stand it. But, she didn't disappoint me. She went right into her drill sergeant mode. She leaned close to the slut's ear and yelled "Swallow, bitch! Take all of him or pay the price. Open your slutty throat or your ass pays."

I started pushing hard into her, and she was gagging. I could tell I wasn't going in any further than before. I looked at Lucy. She shook her head. She held up her hand showing me a gap of over an inch between her fingers.

I started thrusting with long and hard strokes from my hips. I could feel my balls bouncing off of the slut's nose. Then, I looked at Rita. She watched as I pressed the yellow button. The slut screamed from behind my cock. Her hot breath felt good against it, and I rammed into her throat before the scream had stopped. I'll tell ya', that made for some interesting sounds. I wish I had a recording of all the squeals and screams, and then the whimpers coming from her mouth. They were very descriptive of what the slut was going through. That is, unless my cock shut her up.

I looked down at Lucy. She shook her head, again. I couldn't believe it. Maybe I was wrong about the slut. I thought sure she could do it. "Tell her again, Lucy. Make sure she knows what will happen if she doesn't do it."

Sergeant Lucy was going at it. She was yelling at her. "Suck it, bitch. Suck it down your throat. If you don't, you'll pay the price. I'm not kidding you. The red button is bad, slut, trust me. It'll make your ass hole sizzle."

I laughed when I heard Lucy tell her that. The zapper wasn't that powerful. It did pack quite a jolt, but it wasn't enough to make anything sizzle. But, because it was soft tissue, and there was such a tight fit, the contact was strong. And, I'm sure Lucy's discription put a vivid image into the slut's mind.

I was having a difficult time keeping from cumming, but she still hadn't swallowed my whole cock. I was not only disappointed, I was getting mad. Time was getting close. I pushed the yellow button again. Rita was cropping the slut's legs and still slapping her pussy with her other hand. She also started tapping the clothespins with the crop. Each time she did that, the slut groaned in pain. I felt every one of those groans, too. It was an amazing feeling.

I looked down at Lucy. She looked mean. She shook her head. That was one time too many. The time had come. It was do or...um...fry. I made sure Rita was watching, and I pressed the red button. Rita laughed when she saw the slut's reaction. Her body lurched up against the ropes that held her and stayed there for about a second. Then, she dropped back down to the desk. The whole time her body was arched that way, she screamed. 

But, the amazing part of it was that scream opened her throat and I shoved my whole cock in. I could hear her gurgling, so I pulled back out. But, that was progress. I hesitated pressing the red button again. I wanted to see if I could go that deep without it. I thrust hard into her, but no luck. I could tell I was going further, but not as far as when I pressed the red button.

Well, if it was necessary, I had to do it. Maybe after a little help, she could do it alone. I pressed the red button again, just as I was thrusting into her mouth again. The feeling was incredible. Her body lurched up and she screamed again. But, my cock went so deep into her throat, the scream was hardly heard at all. But, I felt it. The vibrations made my cock vibrate.

I decided to go for broke, and get the full affect from everything. I quickly removed both clothespins and leaned down, running my arms underneath her bound body. She jerked and cried out, when I removed the clothespins. But, by then, I had her in a bear hug, her cuffed arms and all. I held her tight, my face pressed up against her waist and belly button. With my ear pressed to her body, I could hear her whimpers as she gulped at my cock.

Holding her like that, my leverage was perfect. I rammed into her throat, over and over. I nibbled at her tummy, and I could feel her flex her stomach muscles, reacting to Rita's crop. I looked down at Lucy, and winked. She smiled, because she knew what I was going to do.

I pressed the red button and held on for dear life. The slut's body lurched up, but not as far as before. Because I was holding her so tight, her lurching pushed my cock deep into her throat. I couldn't believe it. The sensations on my cock were nearly too much. But, at this rate, I knew it was only a short time before I would have to cum. 

I kept thrusting deep into her, and she seemed to give in. She was more limp than before, as I held her there. My cock slid in easier, and there was only a little more to go before she was taking my whole cock. 

The slut's body was hot and sweaty, but she was devouring my cock. She wanted it deep inside her. She wanted me to shoot my cum down her throat. I was just about to, so I couldn't help myself. I was feeling greedy, and pressed the red button again.

That was all it took. I couldn't take any more and my cock exploded down her throat. When her body lurched up, my cock went all the way in and my cum shot down her throat with no resistance at all. I held her like that, and milked my cock. But, when I heard her gagging, I knew I had to let her breathe. I pulled out enough to let her catch her breath, and then she returned the favor by sucking the remaining cum from my twitching cock.

I kept humping her, just enough to get the remaining feelings for my cock. She swallowed what she could, and the rest oozed from the sides of her mouth. When she had drained my cock, I pulled out. Lucy had been nice enough to pull up a chair for me to land in. I sat there, exhausted. I looked down at the slut's face just in time to see her tongue come out and lick some of my cum from her lips. Then she smiled.

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My New Boss Ch. 14



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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I just sat there smiling back at her. She still hadn't taken all of me without help. But, she was learning. Maybe it would take a little longer because she was so slender, but I knew she would learn to deep throat, without assistance. 

James sprang up all excited that it was his turn. I guess he had all sorts of ideas and he was ready to put those ideas to good use. Being the good boss type, he quickly had Rita and Lucy working on his next idea.

"OK, we need some rope. Rita, those lengths on her ankles are just about the right length. Lucy, we need two more pieces close to the same length as the ones on her ankles. Those holding her legs open are longer, but they'll do. Let's get her up off that table. And, I also want that zapper out of her ass. I'll bet it's puckered nice and tight now from all of that button pushing."

The team went into action. Rita untied her ankles, and Lucy got her legs. James helped her sit up, so he could remove her cuffs. As soon as they were off, she started rubbing her wrists. They were red and marked from being captive, just like a sub's wrists should be.

James and I were on the same page with the water. "Lucy, get her a drink of water. She's been sweating a lot, and we need to keep her fluids up."

Lucy gave him her best pout. "Huh? Why me?"

"Because you have been doing so well with it, all evening. Why should we change something that's been going so well? Just make sure you don't try to drown her."

Lucy changed to brat mode, stomping her feet with each step towards the bathroom. "Maybe I should try, so I lose the job."

"Maybe you should stop that stomping...or else."

"Or else what?"

James just stood there and looked at Lucy. It seemed to be a look she understood very well. She knew what he meant. Talk about an attitude change. "OK, I'll get her some water."

James looked over at me and smiled. I was impressed. He could control those girls with out saying a word, and he knew it. Well, they obviously knew it, too. At least I knew Lucy did.

Rita gathered all of the lengths of rope, and gave them to James. The slut was sitting on the edge of the desk, still rubbing her wrists. She looked no worse for wear, and she'd had her share of wear.

Lucy returned with the water and gave it to the slut to drink. She could hold the glass herself, that time. Down it went, and she handed the glass back to Lucy. "More, please?" 

Lucy glanced at James for just a second, then took the glass and walked back to the bathroom for more. James and Rita had moved one of the chairs to the middle of the room. He sorted out the rope, finding the lengths he needed.

Lucy came back with the second glass of water and the slut drank it down, too. Again, she handed Lucy the glass. "May I have one more, please?"

Lucy sighed and took the glass. I watched her ass, as she walked back to the bathroom. It was so pretty. It was perfect, actually.

I thought I would try and give her a bit of encouragement. "Sorry, Lucy. It must be all that salt in my cum." 

She turned her head to look at me, as she continued walking. She smiled. "I'll bet you're right, Sir. That must be it." As she turned away, my eyes went back to her perfect little ass. Be still, my cock!

When she came back with the third glass of water, I wondered where all that water was going. Was the slut sweating it all out, or would she soon need a bathroom break? That would be the next question we would be asking her. Speaking for myself, I was not into golden showers.

The slut drank it down, and gave the glass back to Lucy. "Thank you." 

Lucy took the empty glass and placed it on the corner of the desk. Then, I thought sure I heard her make some rude comment about a camel. Then, she and Rita helped the slut off the desk. 

"Turn around, bitch" said Rita. "Bend over." The slut bent over the desk, and stayed there while Rita took the zapper off her. After loosening the straps, she pulled the plug from her ass. The slut groaned as it made its way from her tight ass. And, she let out a little yelp when it finally popped out.

James walked over to the slut and helped her back up. He walked her over to an ottoman he had sitting in the middle of the room. It was black overstuffed leather and it matched the chairs we'd been using all evening.

"Where'd you find that, James?" I had to know where he found the ottoman, because it was such a nice addition to the evening.

"It was over in the corner. It had some books on it. I thought it was a table, at first."

"Cool. I'm glad you noticed what it really was."

James returned to the slut. "Get on your knees and lay face down over the ottoman." She did as she was told. Her tits were smashed against the padded leather, and her head hung just over the edge. Boy, did I have ideas when I saw her body like that.

James motioned for Rita and Lucy to assist him in tying the slut's wrists to the ottoman's front legs. He spread her legs and tied each of her knees tightly to the ones in back. When they were finished, the slut was left there, slightly struggling. The sounds of the leather against her body were sexy. Her ass cheeks clenched as she struggled, making the scene even more interesting. She seemed to enjoy testing her bonds. I wished it was my turn to play, instead of James'.

Rita and Lucy were both smiling. They were also eager to play. The addition of the ottoman had everybody's lust in overtime. Leave it to James to find the best stuff. He was obviously proud of his find, too. His cock was waving in the breeze.

James pulled the other chair up beside me and sat in it. He held up the riding crop. "Here, Rita. She's yours for a few minutes. Don't wear her out, though. Just get her interest flowing." Then, he whispered something to her that made her smile.

"Oh, yeah. It's about time I get to have my fun," said Rita. The look on her face was kind of intimidating. It had Domme mode written all over it. I hoped James knew what he was doing. Starting Rita was easy. Getting her to stop would be a completely different thing.

"Are you sure you want to let her loose like that, James?"

"She's OK. I've given her specific instructions. I think she'll stick to the plan."

James seemed confident in Rita, so I was, too. James and Rita go way back. Lucy was the new addition that Rita introduced to James, and that was several years ago. I decided James' confidence in Rita was enough for me and settled back for a nice little show.

Rita walked over to the slut. The bound woman's body was something to lust for. I watched her lightly testing her bonds. Her ass clenched, as she struggled. And, she wasn't gagged, so I expected to hear communication with Rita. Well, actually, I expected to hear her answer Rita's questions.

Rita walked around the ottoman, swishing the crop in the air. "OK, bitch, I'm in charge, again, so let the dance begin."

Rita tapped the crop across the slut's back and down to her ass. Each tap was a bit harder than the one before, until the last couple on her ass were rather harsh. The slut's body jerked from those last two and she gasped when each landed. 

Then, Rita snaked the tip of the crop between her open legs, rubbing it against her clit and pussy lips. Again, the slut reacted to the crop, her body wiggling from its touch. A slight whimper escaped her lips.

Rita reached down between the slut's legs and slapped her pussy with the palm of her hand. The slut didn't expect that. It startled her. "Oh!" She twisted her head around to see what was coming next.

"Turn your head around, bitch. I told you, I'm in charge. You don't need to know what's going on. If you need to know anything, I'll tell you."

The slut quickly turned to face the front. She knew better than to go against anything Rita said. She had experienced Rita's mean ways earlier in the evening. She saw no need to rush into another experience.

Rita started to mess with the slut's mind. I think that was James' instructions for her. "So slut, you like being tied down like this, huh?" You get into having someone else in control of your body? You like it when you have no control over what happens to you?"

There was a long pause, then the slut quietly answered, "yes."

"I didn't hear you, bitch. You'll have to do better than that. I want your answers to be heard by everyone in this room." She ended her words with a slap of the crop on the slut's ass.

"Ow! Yes, ma'am. I like it."

"What do you like? I want you to be specific."

The slut had trouble with the words. She seemed embarrassed. Rita thought she was taking too long to answer and gave her another swat with the crop on the ass.

"Ow! Yes, I like to be tied up."

"That's it? I need more than that. You've experienced quite a bit here, tonight. Have you enjoyed what you've experienced?"

"Oh, yes, very much. I like someone else being in control."

"You like someone else being in control, huh? Well, I guess you're gonna like me being in control then, huh?"

There was another hesitation from the slut, but Rita gave her another swat. "Yes, ma'am, I do." 

"I didn't like that hesitation, bitch. What took you so long to answer that you liked me taking control of you?"

"Please don't take offence ma'am, but you're a woman. I prefer men, is all."

"Oh, so you don't like me, then? Is that what you're saying?"

I think the slut knew better than to agree with that statement. She quickly answered Rita with a very diplomatic answer. "Ma'am, I enjoy being tied and taken. I prefer men, but that doesn't mean I don't like you, too. You have a very lovely body. Both of you ladies have very lovely bodies."

"Nice save, slut," laughed James.

"Yes, it was. Very nice save," Rita added. But, she had another question that wouldn't be quite so easy to answer. "So, you say Lucy and I are both very beautiful. If you had a choice, which of us would you rather submit to?"

We were all listening to this question and answer session. We also knew where Rita was going with it. She wanted to use that crop and as the questions got more difficult to answer, the slut had to think out her answers. That gave time for Rita to prod her on with a few well-placed swats with the crop.

Rita waited for an answer from the slut, but she didn't wait long. She gave her another swat on the ass. "I'm waiting for your answer, bitch. Who would you rather submit to?"

"You, ma'am, I'd rather submit to you."

Rita looked over at Lucy and smiled. She knew the answer would probably be different if Lucy had been holding the crop. But, she liked hearing it, just the same. "But, if you had your choice, you'd rather submit to a man, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, James is a man. And, after I've warmed you up, he's gonna come and take charge. And, he's gonna show you just how he takes charge. He's gonna take you hard. You like that, slut?"

"Oh yes, ma'am."

"Yes, he's gonna come over here and he's gonna take you hard. But, he's also gonna take you deep." Rita got down on her knees, so she was right at the slut's ear. "He's gonna take you, while you're all tied up. He's gonna fuck you hard and shove his cock deep into your ass. He's gonna make you scream. You like hearing that, slut?"

Swallowing before she answered, the slut could only say, "Oh yes, ma'am. I do like that."

"Well, it's a good thing, because that's exactly what you're gonna get. But, first, I get to have some fun."

Rita stood up and walked back to the slut's ass. "James said I could have some fun, but not to wear you out. If you think I'm wearing you out, you just let me know. OK?"

Rita didn't wait for an answer, but started swatting the slut's ass hard with the crop. All that could be heard were the nasty sounds of the crop hitting tender flesh and the resulting yelps from the slut. Over and over, Rita swung that crop. Each swat made the slut twitch and jerk.

She used it like a cane, and also found the slut's pussy, probing it softly, in-between the swats to her ass. The slut moaned her appreciation when the crop brushed softly against her clit. Her ass had contrasting red marks all over and Rita was still swinging strong.

Rita tormented her with words. "You love to have your ass fucked, don't you, slut. In fact, you can't get enough, can you?"

"Yes. I love it."

"You love getting stripped naked, tied with your ass in the air, and then getting that little brown hole of yours reamed good, with a big hard cock. Don't you?"

That made the slut wiggle her ass. "Yes, ma'am. I love it." We could see the slut was all horny for it. She wanted a hard cock in her ass. That was James' plan. He would then move in and take that wiggling little ass and make it his. I couldn't wait. It was intense.

James stood up and walked over to the bound woman. Rita saw him and told the slut it was going to happen very soon. It was only a matter of time before her tight little ass would be stretched to its limits. Then, James gave Rita a nod. She then bent over to the slut's ear to tell her one last thing. "It's time, slut. Your ass is gonna be buzzing tomorrow. You can trust me on that."

Rita came over and sat beside me. From seeing her fast breathing and sweating, it was obvious she was horny. Seeing her like that was even making me horny. 

We looked up and James was leaning over the slut. He was pushing her back down with one hand, and lubing her ass with the other. The slut was twisting her head to see, but it was obvious to her and everybody else that her ass was gonna get fucked.

Walking around the bound woman, James continued the mental torment Rita had started. "So slut, I hope your ass is ready for me. I also hope all of those zapper shocks has toned it up, and you are nice and tight for me. There's nothing better than a naked woman, bound and defenseless, with her ass all lubed and ready for my taking."

He stopped by her head and knelt down beside her. "But, actually, you like this sort of thing, don't you."

The slut turned her head to his and she looked into his eyes. "Yes."

"You like the feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being taken by another with no way of stopping them, don't you?"

Her eyes were wide and bright, as she answered his questions. "Yes."

"You want it so much, it has become a need of yours to the point you have gone to the extreme to get it, haven't you?"

Her face flushed, she looked down at the floor. But she still answered his question. "Yes."

"Slut, you surely know you've come to the right place, if you like this. I for one, enjoy giving you what you want. I love seeing you in the position you are now. You are near sexual perfection, bound there, with your cute little wiggling ass presented for me.

The slut raised her head, and smiled at James. He seemed to stir desire in her. She wanted his cock inside her. She was ready. She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked.

James grabbed a handful of her hair and stared into her eyes. "But, I must tell you, I like it rough. And, once I take control, there's no turning back. See, being so close to perfection, you bring the animal out in me. I'm gonna enjoy fucking your ass so much, that I won't be concerned about anything else. I'm gonna ravage your ass and make you scream. And, if you're lucky, I'll even cum deep inside your quivering bowels."

The slut's eyes were an open book. He was telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted to be taken and taken hard. She wanted it to be rough. She loved being bound and helpless so she couldn't stop him. She licked her lips and then whispered, "Please."

"Please what, slut?"

"Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass."

James smiled and let go of her hair. Her head dropped down and her body began to squirm. Watching that, he knew she was tempting him. She was pleading with him, without saying a word. She clenched her ass cheeks, and lightly struggled with her bonds. I was speechless, so I can imagine how James must have felt. My cock was rock hard, so I know his was, too. 

He dropped to his knees behind her, so he was between her bound legs. Tied wide open, he could see her pussy was wet. But, her lubed ass was his target and it was right in front of him. She turned her head to look back at him. She tensed her whole body and whimpered, as if she had second thoughts. But, James didn't have second thoughts. He was aiming the head of his cock for that little rose bud.

He grabbed her hips and held her there, as he poised his cock at her hole. She gasped at his touch, holding her breath in anticipation of his first thrust. He made her wait for it. He loved watching her lay there, wiggling in anticipation. She wanted it so badly, but he had all of the control.

She turned to look at him again. Such a needy look I had never seen. "Please? I want it."

"Suffer, slut. I'm in control. But, I do like seeing you beg. It makes my cock bigger and harder. You should see the head, now. It's gonna rip you open."

Her eyes got big and she gasped. She fought with her emotions. She wanted his cock. She started thrashing around, as much as her bonds would allow. James laughed. He really seemed to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. When she saw her little rant did nothing, she collapsed into a whimpering mass. I guess that's what James was waiting for.

He took her when she least expected it. He thrust deep into her, as she lay there. Unsuspecting, she tried to tense up when she felt his cock invade her, but he was already deep inside her before she could react. His body slapped against her ass cheeks and his full weight was on her. He rested his hands to the sides of her body, holding on to the leather of the ottoman. 

Then he let all his weight rest on her, so he could whisper into her ear. "Now, slut, you know how big I am. If you make me happy, I'll get even bigger before I cum in your ass. Whimper and beg all you want. I love it. Cry or scream if you want me to be even rougher. Tense your body, and tighten your ass if you want to feel my full body weight behind my punishing cock. Nothing will please me more than to hear you plead for mercy."

The room was soon filled with the slut's panting voice. She was finally getting her ass fucked. She loved it. She was gasping and swallowing loudly, breathing heavily through her open mouth. Each thrust of James' cock was met by a backward push from her. She was meeting his thrusts with those of her own.

"God, woman, you want it hard, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! Please, fuck my ass, hard!"

"You came to the right guy, slut. Your ass is gonna get fucked hard."

The slut whimpered with each stroke. She was in heaven. Her arms were shaking as she fought against the ropes. She looked like she was testing their strength, making sure she was not getting free.

James was humping hard and fast. He didn't start off slow, at all. He had a bucking filly beneath him, and he was gonna tame her. That would take some relentless pushing, and punishing pelvic action to break her. But, he was up for the challenge.

He looked over to me, and the look on his face was not difficult to describe. Ecstasy, or very close to it. He was fucking that slut just like she had begged him to. She pleaded for him to take her ass, roughly. That's a special request, to some men. Special because it hits them in their very sexual soul. 

That's how it hit James. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He rammed even harder into her, like that.

When he grabbed her hair, the slut couldn't help herself. In-between heavy breaths, she pleaded for James to continue. "Oh, yeah. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make my ass yours. I love it. I want it to hurt. Fuck me hard!"




My New Boss Ch. 14



He promised me that he'd fuck me senseless after dinner. He didn't lie.

I laid across his body, my face pressed against his muscular chest. After our bodies relaxed, I sat up, straddling him. Paul laced his fingers behind his head and stared up at me. He had ripped through the crotch of the lingerie, and now my sticky pussy was resting against his toned abdomen. 

I reached down and traced my fingers along the contours of his stomach. 

"That was wonderful." I smiled.

He nodded, his eyes wandering over my body. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hips and flipped me onto my back. I squealed playfully as he pushed me into the mattress. His lips pressed into mine as he hooked his fingers underneath the shoulder straps of the teddy. Our lips never parted as he pulled them down my arms. The small cups slid down my breasts, freeing them forcefully. Paul glided his lips down my neck and chest and sucked a dark nipple deep into his mouth. I sighed and pushed it into his face. 

He sat back on his knees and one by one, starting releasing the clips on the garters. When they were detached, he pulled the garment down my body and threw it on the floor. He left the thigh highs on. He leaned back and grabbed my foot and started massaging it through the nylon. I pressed my hands into the bed and groaned deeply. 

"That feels so good." I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed.

"Good." He kissed the arch of my foot, then switched to the other. His strong hands worked their way up my ankles, then he started massaging my calves. I opened my eyes and watched him. The muscles of his chest and broad shoulders flexed as he massaged me. I let my eyes wander down his body and I could see that his dick was stirring beneath me. He pushed my knees apart widely. I inhaled deeply. I was completely exposed to him. I could still feel his sticky semen sliding out of me. He smiled and ran a finger up and down the length of my dripping slit.

"Do you know how sexy this looks, Brooke?" he asked. He didn't even look at me. He just kept his eyes fixed on my pussy. I couldn't answer. I had no words for him. I was fascinated my him and his adoration of my body. Thankfully, he filled the silence and continued talking. 

"I watch you every single day. I watch the sway of your ass...your sexy tits as they bounce under your clothes... I even stare at your gorgeous face and just wonder how I got so lucky. But then, I look at this beautiful pussy, and I swear to God, Brooke. I feel like I'm in heaven."

I inhaled a deep, shaky breath. He spread my pussy open wide. 

He kept talking.

"I'm kneeling here in front of you, looking at the most goddamn perfect cunt I've ever seen...just watching my thick cum slide out of it. Do you know what that does to me? Do you know how fucking sexy that is, Brooke?" He asked forcefully. I could hear the intensity building in his voice. His cock was standing at full attention again. I grabbed at the sheets.

"I'm glad you think I'm sexy, Sir." I smiled.

He grabbed my thighs firmly and pulled my sticky pussy down the bed a couple inches, pressing it against his pelvis. He pulled me upright off of the bed and swung his legs underneath of me. He was sitting in the center of my bed and now I was sitting on his lap, facing him. He grabbed my long hair and pulled down on it. I tilted my head back and he started sucking on my throat softly. 

"Mmmm. Ohhhh..." I moaned quietly. The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room.

He hummed against my skin as he lifted me up from underneath my ass. I reached down and guided his thick shaft to my opening as he lowered me down onto it. We moaned in unison as I descended on him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he nuzzled his face into mine. His hands wrapped around my hips as we rocked against each other erotically.

This was the connection that we had that couldn't be denied or even explained. It didn't matter how many times we fucked or made love, we still fit together with a tightness and a newness that was unbelievable. It felt as though our bodies and our minds were created for the soul purpose of pleasing one another. 

Paul let go of my hips and slipped his hands up between us, pawing desperately at my breasts. As his skilful fingers pinched my nipples, I guided his mouth back to mine and pushed into it. I let my tongue stroke his at the same speed I used to rock my hips up and down his shaft. I was making love to his cock and his mouth simultaneously. He groaned against my lips. 

I pulled back and looked down at him. He looked up at me.

We smiled at each other. It was a silent acknowledgment of what we both knew. 

We were made to have sex with each other.

"I want to feel you cum on my cock, Brooke." he breathed heavily.

"I want to feel you cum in my pussy, Sir." I panted.

Everything was so clear and simple in that moment. We could feel it building. There was no need to rush it. We just rode it to completion. Our bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat. My long hair was knotted and wild and his was soft and dishevelled. My fingernails clung to his back. His thick fingers rubbed heavily against my asshole. My pussy was starting to contract around him. I was almost there.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming, Sir. Oh God...please cum with me! Please cum!" I whimpered into his ear.

He grunted deeply, shoving my hips down onto his cock. I felt him swell inside of me as my pussy clutched at his pulsing dick. His cum was firing off deep into my pussy. We pressed our foreheads together. We groaned and grunted together until the waves of pleasure started to subside. Paul lowered himself slowly back into the bed, pulling me down with him. His cock popped out of me, and I felt a warm gush of cum slide out along with it. 

We rolled onto our sides and faced each other. He kissed me briefly, then backed off and laughed.

"What?" I asked. 

"I just have never had sex like this before, baby." 

I laughed. "Me either." 

We laid together for several minutes, just talking and kissing and laughing. It felt wonderful. I turned over and glanced at the clock. It was 12:14am. 

"Don't even tell me. I don't want to know." He groaned.

"12:14." I pouted.

"Damn. I need to go." he kissed me again, rolled over then stood up. I admired his muscular ass as he walked across the room, gathering his things. He tossed my torn undergarment to me, laughing. 

"I can't believe you tore up that lingerie. That was LaPerla! You're crazy." I giggled.

"I can buy you another one if you want." He offered as he pulled on his underwear. 

"No. You don't have to do that. I was just surprised." 

"What can I say? I wanted to get at that gorgeous pussy." He shrugged as he zipped up his pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to put his socks and shoes on. I crawled down to him and wrapped my arms around his naked chest, pressing my breasts into his back.

"Thank you for another incredible night, Mr. Taylor." I kissed his back. 

"Fuck...I should be thanking you, baby. " He scoffed.

I stood up and picked his shirt up off the floor. I held it out for him so he could slide his arms into it.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah?" 

He turned around and started fastening his cuffs as I worked at closing the buttons on the front. 

"Tomorrow? Don't wear a bra or any underwear to work. I want to have some fun." he grinned down at me.

I bit my lip and nodded. I continued fastened the last button on his shirt. We walked out of the bedroom and he picked his discarded jacket up off the barstool. He patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet. 

He sighed and scooped me up in his arms, lifting me off the floor.

"I'll see you at the office." he promised.

"Sounds good. Drive carefully." 

"Don't forget. No bra. No panties. If you wear them, you'll regret it." he grinned darkly. 

"Is that a promise or a threat?" I whispered against his mouth.

"I guess we'll see in the morning." 

He put me down on the floor and unlocked my front door. He turned around for just one more kiss. I smiled as he groaned, making it obvious that he didn't want to leave. I was still naked, so I stayed behind the door and closed it behind him as he left. I locked it and walked into my kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of my fridge and leaned against the counter as I sipped it slowly.

I couldn't decide if I was going to follow his instructions or not. What I did know was that I needed a shower and some sleep. My body was sticky, tired and aching. I placed the bottle on my nightstand and got ready for bed. 

While I washed the cum and sweat off of my body, I got a brilliant idea. 

Paul loved to tease me. He made an entire night of it. What if I did a little teasing of my own? I knew from organizing his schedule that he worked out Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings at 7:00am at Seattle Fitness near his house. Tomorrow was Friday morning. I grinned to myself as I planned my morning in my mind. 

About 30 minutes later, I had showered and dried my hair. I set my alarm for 6:30am and I crawled into bed. I pressed my face into the wrinkled sheets. They smelled like sweat. They smelled like cologne. They smelled like sex. 

They smelled like us and it made me fall asleep with a smile on my face.

>>>>

At 6:30 on the dot, my alarm went off. I sat up and dialled the number for a cab. 

"Seattle Express" a bored sounding man answered.

"Good morning. I need a cab from 3rd and Cherry St to Seattle Fitness. I'm not sure of the address, but it's the one near Lake Washington, I believe?"

The man rattled off a few addresses and I confirmed the one that I recognized as being close to Paul's house. The cab would arrive in 20 minutes, so I jumped out of bed. I had more energy and enthusiasm than I expected. I went to my closet and grabbed a gym bag from the top shelf. I packed a tight red skirt and a low cut black shirt for work. I decided to follow instructions and go to work without any underwear. I smiled as I tossed some toiletries into my bag. I placed my heels on top and started to get dressed.

I found my shortest, tightest workout shorts. I threw on a tight sports bra and examined myself in the mirror. I smiled at my reflection. There was very little to my outfit. My heavy tits were overflowing in the bra and my ass was barely covered by the shorts. Paul said that it turned him on when other men checked me out. Everyone, including Paul, was about to get an eyeful at the gym this morning. I wasn't really that much of an exhibitionist, but I knew that it would drive Paul crazy, so I didn't think twice about putting on a show. I pulled on some socks and running shoes. I pulled a sweatshirt out of my drawer and pulled it on. 

After getting ready, I grabbed my gym bag and purse, and headed downstairs to meet the cab. I slid into the backseat. 

"Good morning, sweetie. You do realize that there are gyms a lot closer to you, right?" 

I smiled at the driver. 

"I know. I'm just working out with a friend this morning, that's all." 

"I see. We'll be there in about 15 minutes." 

I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and glanced at my cell phone. It was 6:55am. Paul should be getting there any minute. If all goes as planned, I will be walking in as he is starting his workout. I was going to be a little late for work, but it was Friday and a lot of people worked odd hours at the end of the week. I doubted that anyone would notice.

A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of the gym. 

I leaned forward to the driver. 

"Could you please come back at 8:00am?" I smiled.

"You got it." 

I checked the meter and handed the man some cash. I stuffed my purse into my gym bag and hooked it across my body. As I stepped out and closed the door, I noticed Paul's car sitting in the parking lot next to the gym. I smiled. My plan worked.

I walked into the gym. It wasn't all that big and the crowd was pretty small at this early hour. The sounds of clanging weights and groaning men filled my ears. 

I vowed to myself that I wasn't going to even acknowledge Paul. I was just here to workout. It was all very innocent. I smiled to myself as I walked to the front desk.

A cheerful female employee greeted me. 

"Hi there! Welcome to Seattle Fitness!"

"Hello. I need to pay for just a one day pass, please."

"Ok, each visit $10.99. Unless you are looking for a membership, in which case..." 

I held up my hand and smiled gently. 

"Not today. Thank you, though. If I'm ever in the market for a membership, this would actually be the gym I'd choose. I just need a workout this morning, though." I explained.

"No problem! Just sign this and I'll run your card."

I placed my debit card on the counter and signed the liability waiver. We finished our transaction and she pointed me in the direction of the women's locker room. The employee disappeared. I turned and looked around briefly. I saw Paul working on his back across the gym. He hadn't noticed me yet. I walked discreetly to the locker room and put my things away. I peeled off my sweatshirt, revealing my barely covered body. I took a deep breath and slammed the locker closed. 

I squared my shoulders and pushed the door open and walked back into the gym. I walked confidently to the row of empty treadmills. They were all facing a giant wall of mirrors. I laughed at the idea that there was no better fitness motivation than being forced to watch yourself run. 

I stood in front of the mirror and started stretching. I pretended not to notice as a couple of men made quiet cat calls at me as I stretched my arms over my head, lengthening my tight stomach. I shook my hands out and climbed onto the machine. I started at a slow pace, just a brisk walk to warm myself up. I could feel my round ass swaying in my short, tight shorts. After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to start the show. I increased the speed and started to jog. 

My breasts were bouncing heavily in my sports bra. I could feel eyes on me as I stared at the treadmill monitor. I just hoped one set of those eyes belonged to Paul. I let my eyes glance at the TV on the wall occasionally, but mostly, I just focused on my pace and making sure that my ass and tits were fully on display. My heart was pounding, not just from the physical exertion, but from the feeling of being watched and desired.

After about 10 minutes, I had worked up a decent sweat. I could feel a bead of moisture slide down my lower back. My long, brown ponytail was swaying against my naked shoulders. The burn in my legs reminded me that it had been too long since I worked out. 

Out of the corner or my eye, I saw Paul. I wasn't quite sure how I knew it was him, but I had no doubt. He got on to the chest press machine near the row of treadmills. He was almost directly behind me. He had a perfect view of my bouncing ass as I jogged. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I glanced up. I locked eyes with him immediately in the mirror. He smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively as he pumped the machine. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't. I grinned and bit my lip as I continued to jog. I looked away from him and finished my workout. 

After 20 minutes of jogging, my legs were exhausted and I needed to catch my breath. I slowed down the pace, eventually coming to a stop. I stepped off the treadmill and walked to the water fountain across the room. I made sure to stretch and roll my neck as I made my way in front of the other gym patrons. I didn't look at anyone. I hadn't even looked at Paul since our glimpse at each other in the mirror. I bent over the water fountain, and took a long drink. I stood up and wiped the small bead of water that lingered on my lips. 

When I turned around, there was a guy, probably about my age, standing behind me. He was cocky. I knew this before he ever even opened his mouth. No shirt, big muscles, smug smile. He was not my type at all, but I knew how much Paul got off on watching other men flirt with me when he knew that he could have me whenever he wanted. 

"Hey there, sweetie." he grinned. "Good workout?"

I smiled and nodded. "Very. Thank you." 

I reached behind him and grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped my neck and chest as I walked away. I knew he would follow me and he did. As I walked back to the treadmill, with my admirer on my heels, I passed Paul and gave him a wink. His gaze darkened and a slow smile spread across his lips. I hopped back on the treadmill and walked for a few more minutes. The young guy stepped on the treadmill next to me.

"You from around here?" he asked casually.

"Yeah. I live downtown. You?" 

"I live just a few blocks away. This gym is like my second home, though."

Internally, I rolled my eyes. He assumed that would impress me. "Oh. That's nice." I smiled. 

"You look like you workout often."

I shrugged. "Probably not as much as I should."

"You're tight in all the right places, sweetie." he flirted. 

I glanced in the mirror at Paul. He wasn't even working out anymore. He was sitting on a bench, leaning forward on his knees, watching me with a grin on his face. He knew exactly what I was doing. 

"Can I take you out sometime?" he asked

"Um...I don't think so. Thank you, though. I actually need to get going. Enjoy your workout." I slowed the machine to a stop and stepped off. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:38. My cab would be here soon. I turned around but didn't see Paul anywhere. I figured that he went to his locker room to clean up, so I walked into the women's to do the same. 

As I turned the corner, I came face to face with Paul. My eyes widened and looked around the room. He smiled and pulled me into the nearest shower stall, sliding the heavy curtain closed.

"That was some performance, Brooke." he whispered as he pressed me against the cool, tiled wall.

"You shouldn't be in here." I mouthed.

"You're the only woman working out right now. If someone else comes in, just be quiet." he groaned into my neck. 

I whimpered softly as his hands slid beneath my shorts. He grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me against his hard dick. 

"You know I love watching other men flirt with you. You're my naughty girl, aren't you?" he mumbled against my lips.

I smiled and nodded. He pulled his hands out of my shorts and slid them up my tight stomach. He peeled my bra up and exposed my warm tits. He dipped his head down and bit my right nipple firmly. 

"Oh, God!" I whispered. 

Paul groaned quietly and turned me around. He pushed me against the wall with his left hand and worked my shorts down with his right. My nipples hardened as they pressed onto the cold tile. He pushed my feet apart with his and leaned against my back, pressing his lips to my ear.

"He can flirt with you, but I can fuck you, right baby?"

"Yes, Sir. I only want you to fuck me, Sir! I whispered. 

I heard him slide his shorts down and felt him drag his heavy cock between my thighs. He slapped it upwards and spanked my pussy with his hard dick. It connected with my clit. The pleasure caused me to cry out. My voice echoed off the ceramic walls. Paul wrapped a hand around my mouth.

"Be quiet, Brooke." he demanded.

I nodded and whimpered into his hand as he rubbed the head of his cock against my slit. 

"You want me to fuck you?" 

I nodded frantically. 

"You sure, baby?"

I moaned into his palm and nodded again, pushing my pussy against his pulsing cock head.

He groaned quietly as he pushed his way between my wet lips. He didn't stop until he bottomed out and pressed his pelvis against my ass. 

He wasted no time giving me what I wanted.

Paul pounded into me furiously. His hips slapped against my round ass repeatedly. My hands clawed at the empty walls, searching for something to hang onto. 

"I'm going to move my hand. Be quiet." he grunted. I pressed my lips into my elbow as he grabbed my hips and pumped his cock into me. One of his hands came around and started madly rubbing my clit. 




My New Boss Ch. 14



That was all it took.

My pussy convulsed around him. I dropped my mouth open in a silent scream. He grabbed my neck in one hand and my hip in the other as he pushed into me forcefully one last time. I reached a hand down between my legs and felt his balls tighten and twitch as his cum pulsed into my pussy. 

"Fuck, Brooke. Oh baby....fuck yes!" he whispered. 

He pulled out of me and stepped back. He turned me around by my shoulders and crushed my lips against his. He tore away from me, breathless.

"That was the perfect way to start the day." he laughed.

I giggled quietly. He looked out from behind the shower curtain. Miraculously, we were still alone. 

"I need to get out of here. You remember what I said? No bra...no underwear at work today." 

"I know. I remember." 

I leaned up and kissed him as I adjusted my clothes back into place. I walked to the locker and grabbed my bag. I pulled off my bra, shorts and shoes and grabbed a towel off the shelf. He watched me as I stepped into the shower. He winked then turned the corner and walked out. I had no idea how he could get in and out of a women's locker room seemingly unnoticed, but I didn't even care. 

I had never taken a quicker shower in my life. I cleaned up as best I could, stepping out and getting dressed rapidly. I glanced at my phone. 7:58am. The cab was probably outside. I'd have to do my makeup on the way to work. I slipped my heels on, grabbed my bag and walked out to leave. Paul was leaving as well and he held the door open for me. 

"Here you go, Ma'am." he said politely. I caught him staring at my chest, probably trying to tell whether or not I was wearing a bra.

"Thank you, Sir." I smiled and walked past him.

Paul and I glanced over our shoulders at each other as we walked in separate directions, he to his car, me to the waiting cab. 

I threw my gym bag into the back and sat down, closing the door heavily. I leaned forward and gave the driver the address for work.

"Good workout, Ma'am?" the driver asked politely.

"The best." I answered happily as I pulled my makeup out of my bag and started applying it carefully. 

I smiled to myself. If our day at work was half as exciting as our morning at the gym, then I was in for another very interesting day at the office.



My New Boss Ch. 14



James was panting and sweating, but he made sure to continue the mental abuse. "Don't worry, slut, I'm gonna give you what you want, trust me. Your ass is mine, until I decide otherwise. Your ass will be buzzing for a week."

When the slut heard that, all she could do was whimper her appreciation. She was his to take, his to use. She was getting her satisfaction, and she loved it. She raised her chest up off the ottoman as far as the ropes would allow, and James grabbed hold of her tits. The slut let out a tremendous squeal when he did that. She hadn't expected it, but she loved it just the same. 

He squeezed her tits hard, making her cry out in pain. He held on to them for leverage, as he rammed into her ass. She loved the sensations his hands were causing. "God, I love it! Make me scream! Yeah, fuck me! Yeah! God, yeah! Pound me, good and hard."

James moved his hands to her shoulders, pressing her back down to the ottoman. He leaned on her body and watched his cock going in and out of her tight little ass. He made me wish I was in his place. It sure looked like the place to be. That ottoman had been a special find, just like I'd told him it was.

Rita and Lucy were speechless. That's saying a lot, for Lucy. She was surely thinking of herself in the slut's place. I don't know where Rita's head was, but she was sure watching closely. We all were watching with lust filled eyes.

James started pushing harder and harder. His ass was tight with each thrust. He pushed the slut's body forward with those thrusts, punishing her ass with each one. The slut's head was raised, and her eyes were off in a glaze. Her mouth was wide open, and she was making little high-pitched quivering noises. I don't know if she even was aware of it or not. 

James' ramming got faster, and the slapping of his body against her ass was nearly as loud as a spanking. Pounding her ass, over and over, he looked like he was close to cumming. The slut somehow seemed to know. Maybe she felt his cock get bigger inside her ass. I don't know what it was, but she started begging him to cum inside her. It was difficult to understand some words. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me, hard. Pound my ass! Please! Do it. Fu... Oh, shit! Yeah. Gaw... oh, yeah! Yeah... yeah... harder, please. Fuck me, har...der Oh! Oh!"

James was about to cum. He groaned loudly, with each stroke, determined with each one, relishing every feeling he could from that tight ass. Then, he couldn't hold back any longer and he let out a long deep groan. He grabbed the slut's shoulders and pulled her bound body back against his cock, milking it deep into her bowels. 

The slut screamed initially, although she had no other choice but take it, letting out several short little screams, as he drained his cock into her ass. His groan was music to her ears, as she could also feel his hot milky cum squirting deep inside her. 

Both of them shook together, until James' cock was drained and getting soft. Then he let go of her shoulders and she lay there, limp on the ottoman. Little whimpers of pleasure were all that came from her mouth. Her pleading had been answered. James fell back to the floor, and then laid down, exhausted. His cock, although mostly soft, was still lightly twitching.

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My New Boss Ch. 15



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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Everybody was speechless, after seeing that. Even Lucy. I should say especially Lucy. She just sat there, with her mouth hanging open. A true submissive at heart, no doubt she was thinking of herself in the slut's place. I wondered if the ottoman could handle the abuse.

Rita was quick to stand up and say she wanted a turn at the slut. She said she had an idea that just couldn't be passed up. James was out of it, so she looked to me for my OK. I didn't see a problem with it. It really was her turn, after all. I also saw my slut's experiences as good training. With a nod I smiled and Rita went to work.

Rita walked over and found her strap-on. She began the necessary adjustments to make it fit her body. "Lucy, you are part of this. Get your strap-on. It's our turn."

Lucy jumped up with a loud squeal. "Rita, I hoped you wouldn't forget me."

"No, sweetie, I can't do this without you. I need a counter force and you are perfect."

The look on Lucy's face matched the one on mine. But, she asked the question before I did. "A counter force? What on earth have you got in mind?"

"If we get a rhythm, equal force in both directions will compound against her."

Lucy was still confused. "Huh? What are you talking about? Speak English."

"I am speaking English. Just shut up and get that thing on. Then, I'll explain."

Lucy got her strap-on all adjusted. The dong in front bounced enticingly. On her smaller body, it looked so much larger than Rita's did, even though they were the same size. Rita's didn't seem to bounce as much, for some reason. Maybe her straps were tighter. Or, maybe I was just watching Lucy, more closely.

Rita finished tightening her straps, grabbed some lube from her bag and walked over to the bound slut. She looked over the situation and smiled. "This is gonna work out just fine."

All adjusted and ready for fun, Lucy walked over by Rita. All Sergeant Lucy needed was the command, and she would carry it out. She was even stroking her dong, like it was a part of her. "Well, I'm ready. What's the plan?"

Rita smiled at the eager Lucy. "Ah, I think you're gonna love it. We take up positions at the front and back of the slut. You take her mouth, and I'll take her ass."

"Ah, how come you get her ass? I want a chance."

"If you'll just let me finish..."

"OK. But it better include me in some of the fun."

"Trust me, sweetie. I wouldn't forget you. Here's what we'll do."

Rita whispered the rest of the plan into Lucy's ear. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but Lucy liked it. I guess it must have included her. But, because they didn't tell me what was planned, I was going to have to watch and find out. I didn't mind that. Knowing what's going to happen can spoil the fun, sometimes. I'm sure that was why they didn't tell the slut what they had planned.

Rita got on her knees behind the slut. She squirted lube all up and down her strap-on dong, and between the slut's ass cheeks. She started at the top of her ass crack and watched it slowly make its way down to the business area. Part of the fun is in the ritual, isn't it? And, I'd guess there was sufficient lubrication from James, but you don't tell Rita something when she's on a roll.

Lucy got on her knees in front of the slut. She squared up with her head. That dong was bouncing in front the slut's mouth like a lightening rod that had found water. I had an idea of what was going to happen. Actually, it was rather obvious. Two Dommes, two strap-ons and two holes. Nothing new, but still fun to watch.

Rita started rubbing her dong up and down the slut's ass crack. Lucy was holding hers, just like a man. The smile on her face looked like she was the cat and the slut was the canary.

By then, the slut had it all figured out. She was going to be sandwiched by the girls. And, if you didn't know, women can be rather evil to each other. She looked uncomfortable, like she saw something evil in Lucy's eyes. She kept looking back and forth, from Lucy to Rita and back again, as if waiting for that evil to start.

Rita broke the silence. "OK, bitch, it's our turn, again. I had your ass earlier, but I was otherwise occupied by James, then. This time, that isn't gonna happen. This time, it's just me and your ass. And, let's not forget the lovely Lucy, in front of you."

"I don't think she's gonna forget me," added Lucy. "I was also preoccupied the last time I fucked her mouth, but not now."

"OK, then. Get ready, slut." Rita positioned her hard rubber cock at the slut's little brown entrance. She laughed when she saw it was already twitching, in anticipation. "I think the slut is ready, on this end."

Lucy grabbed a handful of hair on top of the slut's head. "I don't care if this end is ready or not. I'm ready, and that is all that matters. Open wide, bitch, or I'll hold your nose, until you have to take a breath."

The slut looked into Lucy's eyes. I guess she saw her determined look, because she opened her mouth.

"Wider, bitch! I want to see your tonsils! And no teeth!"

The slut did her best to open her mouth wider. Just then, Rita shoved her cock into the slut's ass. The shock caused the slut to gasp, and her mouth was wide open. Lucy took advantage of that gasp and shoved her cock deep into her mouth. The leather from Lucy's harness smashed up against the slut's nose, it went in so far. Muffled gagging sounds were all we could hear. That, and the giggles of Lucy and Rita.

Rita looked at Lucy. "Mmmm, I so love teamwork, don't you, sweetie?"

"Yeah, me too. We make such a good team."

That was true. They had known each other for so long, one could almost know what the other was thinking. Just like then, Rita seemed to know just when to shove, and Lucy took advantage of it. The slut was in for it.

Rita started thrusting into the slut's ass. They were hard and deep. Rita doesn't take long to get down to business. She had her hands on the slut's waist, pulling her back to her. Lucy had both hands full of hair and ears. She was guiding the slut's head as she shoved her black cock down into her throat.

Rita looked at Lucy. "OK, let's start." Lucy smiled. At first, I didn't know what they had planned, but they soon started thrusting at the same time, keeping a rhythm. Each time Rita shoved, so did Lucy. So, in effect, when Lucy shoved her cock into the slut's face, that forced the slut's body back against Rita's cock. And, the same thing was happening from Rita's direction, too.

It was an interesting thing to see. The slut's body was getting it harder, because of the double thrusting action. And, I could see what it was doing to the slut. Instead of swaying back and forth, her body mostly stayed still and just jerked when the two cocks rammed home.

It was when one got slightly ahead of the other that it got even more interesting. The slut's body would quickly move in one direction, then be forced to reverse directions. When forced one way first, the second cock would ram deeper, and harder. It was really noticeable with Lucy's cock going down the slut's throat. That second thrust would really push her head back. And, because her wrists were bound, her head could only go so far, before her throat would take the brunt of the punishment.

The show continued for a while. They had it all figured out. Sometimes, both would push at the same time, and sometimes one would thrust sooner, causing the other to get that special added power thrust. I could see the slut's body tense as she wiggled around on that ottoman. It was all part of the show.

Then, all of the sudden, Rita yelled. "Switch!"

I watched as both girls pulled out and switched positions. Rita moved to the slut's face and Lucy got down between those quivering ass cheeks. The slut was as confused as I was. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, trying to catch her breath. She saw Rita's cock in front of her and tried to turn her head away. Rita grabbed her head, held it still and shoved her cock right down her throat. The slut groaned, but had no choice but to comply.

Lucy teasingly rubbed her cock up and down the slut's crack to get a little lubrication on it. Then, she gave a hard push and quickly hit home against the slut's ass cheeks. With this, my show resumed. The same subject and actors, just different parts. Lucy rammed into the slut's ass, as Rita had fists full of slut hair. The slut continued in her original role.

Intrigued, I watched the slut's face, closely. She seemed to gulp at Rita's cock. I didn't notice that when Lucy was doing her mouth. Was she being more subservient to Rita, or was she simply enjoying her position? I do know that Rita was a more "hands on" mistress than Lucy. She was watching her cock slide past those whimpering lips and doing her best to force her to take every bit of it down her throat.

After watching for a while, Rita started voicing her commands. "Suck it, Slut! Swallow it! Taste your ass. Clean my cock with your mouth. That's all you're good for. You're just a fuck hole. A nasty little fuck hole."

Listening to Rita, Lucy wouldn't be out done. She had to join in with her own verbal harassment. "Just think, bitch. The cock that's deep in your ass right now will soon be deep in your throat. You feel it deep inside you? I enjoy watching it stretch your little pucker hole."

Rita laughed when she heard Lucy say 'pucker hole'. "I wonder how much of a pucker hole it is, after tonight. Isn't that right, slut? Your little pucker hole is a little larger after tonight, isn't it?"

Rita waited, but the slut couldn't answer, with a rubber cock deep in her throat. "Ah, cock got your tongue, slut? Don't worry yourself. I know the answer."

I watched as again they started the same rhythm they had before. The slut's back was arched. Because Rita was taller than Lucy, the slut's head was forced up, so her tits were jiggling freely. Slight whimpers were all that could be heard. Her tits jiggled and her ass cheeks clenched. It all was making me hot.

Lucy leaned forward and grabbed those tits. She pulled back on them, as she pushed hard into that ass with her hips. She groaned with each thrust, obviously enjoying her power and control. Her back arched and her own ass cheeks clenched with each hard ram into the slut's asshole.

Lucy let go of her tits and leaned back. She reached down and fingered the slut's clit. She wanted to excite her just enough. "I bet you want a hard cock in your pussy, don't you, slut. I bet you could go for a good hard fucking, right now."

"Shit, she'd go for any kind of attention there, I'll bet," said Rita. "We should think about giving her pussy a little bit of the subbie zapper. I'll bet even that would make this bitch happy."

Lucy couldn't help but giggle. "You like that idea, slut? Huh?"

"Sorry, sweetie. She can't answer you," laughed Rita. "She's all choked up."

Lucy giggled at Rita. Then, she slapped the slut's ass. "You all choked up, bitch?"

They both burst out laughing. It was quite a little party. But, they didn't seem to lose their rhythm. They kept shoving into the slut's body, over and over.

"Switch," yelled Rita.

Again, both girls changed positions. I think I heard the slut complain but she didn't have time to say much before Lucy grabbed her hair and shoved her cock shoved down her throat. The slut moaned again, as she was forced to swallow a cock that had just been reaming her ass.

"You taste that, don't you, bitch?" said Lucy. That's your ass. That's your ass, with a little lube mixed in for fun."

Again, they both burst out laughing. Because they were laughing so much, I got an idea. I knew they loved to laugh, when they got together. So, to have some fun, I walked over and picked up the crop. I walked over and stood at the center of the ottoman. I told them, there was too much laughing going on. "The next time I hear someone laugh, I'll swat them with this crop, just like this." And, with that, I gave the slut a hard swat right on her ass.

Lucy couldn't help herself. She laughed out loud when she saw me swat the slut's ass.

I pointed the crop at Lucy. "Lucy, are you laughing?"

She tried her best, but she couldn't suppress it. But through her giggles, she did her best to lie out of it. "No, Sir, I'm not laughing."

I quickly reached around and gave her a swat on her ass. "You can't lie, Lucy. You'll get it worse."

Still giggling, Lucy reached around and rubbed her ass. "Ouch. Shit, that wasn't even light."

I swatted the slut's ass, again. Both girls giggled again. 

"Why did you swat her, again?" asked Rita.

"I thought sure I heard her laugh."

Both girls burst out laughing, again. I swatted Rita's ass, and then I changed hands and swatted Lucy's ass again. I noticed a red line on her ass, where the last swat had landed. Both girls yelped when I cropped them.

Rita reached around and grabbed her sore ass. "Damn. You're right, Lucy. That wasn't light, at all."

Lucy was rubbing her ass, too. I had placed her second swat lower, but on the same cheek. "You're not telling me anything. I've got two." 

I leaned down, as if I was listening to the slut. Then, I raised up and gave her another swat that covered both cheeks. She screamed, but it was muffled.

Neither Rita nor Lucy could control their laughter. They looked at me and started to giggle. When I told them I thought sure the slut had laughed again, they bust out in uncontrollable laughter. I gave them both hard swats with the crop, but they just couldn't stop laughing. Rita would try, but Lucy would laugh and that would cause her to start again. Then, when Lucy tried to stop, Rita would cause her to start again, with her laughing.

I was swatting both of their asses, over and over, but it didn't seem to phase them. Oh, they complained, but the laughter was a more powerful influence. That's just what I had hoped for.

I continued to swat their asses, while giving them commands. "Stop your laughing. Stop your laughing."

Of course, laughter is contagious and very difficult to stop once it's gotten out of control. That was perfect for me. I got to watch the girls force their strap-ons into the slut, while trying to avoid the crop. That wasn't easy. They were essentially connected to her with those strap-ons. A certain angle of thrust had to be kept, and that was to my advantage. They couldn't wiggle out of the way.

And, they weren't light swats. Every ass had red lines, where the crop landed. They were more like cane marks than crop marks. The girls were pleading for me to stop, in-between their laughter. It was priceless. They had tears running down their cheeks, they were laughing so hard. Finally, I decided to sit back and leave them alone. I wanted to watch the contrasting red lines on their pretty white asses, as they humped the slut's ass and mouth.

Finally composed, Rita and Lucy became ruthless. They were again in charge of the scene. Rita had another tight grip on the slut's head, as she rammed down her throat. Lucy was matching Rita's rhythm, stroke for stroke.

"Switch," commanded Rita.

Both girls moved very quickly. It was beginning to resemble a Chinese fire drill. Lucy moved up to the slut's head and got on her knees. She grabbed fists of hair with near precision. Trying to catch her breath, the slut was breathing through her mouth. Lucy saw that and took advantage. Rita was right with her, in stride. Before the slut could react, she was impaled both front and back.

Lucy was humping fast. Her ass tensed with each punishing thrust. "Take it all, bitch. I want it all to go down your throat."

The slut could only whimper and gag, as Lucy stepped up the pace. 

"All the way down your throat, bitch. Let me see you do it. There's enough lube and ass juices on this cock to help you. Taste good, bitch?"

"No teeth, bitch. I don't want any marks on my cock."

I could hear mostly sucking and gagging sounds, as Lucy got more and more of her cock down the slut's throat. Rita looked envious. So envious, I was waiting for her to yell "switch", very soon.

Lucy's thrusts were so forceful, I was concerned about the slut's teeth and lips. Lucy was very close to getting all of that black cock down her captive's throat. She moved her hands to the back of the slut's head and grabbed a good hold.

"Swallow it, bitch! Every bit of it! Open wide, or I'll just force it down your throat!"

Rita was watching all of this and I saw her move her hand down behind her strap-on. She was getting herself off. Her body was shaking, and she was starting to moan, while Lucy was still dishing out commands. She seemed determined to totally control the slut's mouth.

The slut seemed to be complying with Lucy's demands. "That's it. Yeah. All the way down your throat. Swallow it all. Oh, yeah."

With the added lubrication and the commanding attitude, Lucy was succeeding in getting that whole strap-on down the slut's throat. But, it wasn't easy for the slut. She was sucking and swallowing, but also gagging and choking. Lucy forced her to swallow or else. Yes, little Lucy did have a mean streak in her. 

Lucy's fucking was slowing down, but the force wasn't letting up. She was pulling most of her cock out, and then shoving it all back in with one mean thrust. And, once down the slut's throat, she held it there, as if she was grinding a new path. "That's a good bitch. Take it all down. Oh, yeah. Yeah."

Rita wasn't fucking as hard as she had. Her mind was on her own satisfaction. She was still fucking the slut's ass, but she had just one hand on the small of her back, holding her in position. Her other hand was feeding her own hungry clit.

Lucy saw what condition Rita was in and decided it was a good idea. She moved her left hand to the back of the slut's head, and grabbed a good grip. Her right hand went down to her own crotch. I don't think she knew how turned on she was. She nearly exploded when she first touched her clit.

Both girls were involved in their own satisfaction. The slut was just an object, but still experiencing punishing thrusts. Lucy's ass was turning me on, as it clenched each time she shoved hard into the slut's mouth. I couldn't see the red lines from the crop, because they were on her other cheek. But, I still enjoyed the visual I did see.

It was the same with Rita. Her red marks were on the other cheek, too. I secretly wished they would switch positions for the big finish, but it didn't look like they had their minds on anything but their own climaxes. 

And, just as I thought, Rita leaned over the slut's body, and convulsed into an orgasm. She moaned and gasped, as her hand moved vigorously on her clit. "God, yes! Oh, Gwaaad. Fuck! I'm...I'm cumming. Lucy, I'm cumming!"

Rita was not alone. When Lucy heard Rita, she was quick to join her. Because her right hand was on her clit, I could see a great show. She rubbed her clit hard, and pushed her hips up against the slut's face. "Ummmm, yeah. Yeah! Me, too. Gwaaa...oh God, that's good! Shit, yeah!"

It was music to my eyes and ears, two sweeties, cumming at the same time. Gasping and moaning, their hips were still pushing those strap-ons. But they were mostly convulsive and incoherent thrusts, as they tried to keep the pace.

Very soon, both girls had collapsed. Lucy fell back to the floor and her cock popped from the slut's mouth. Her body still jerking in climax as her fingers finished herself off. Rita was lying on the slut's back. Her cock was still buried deep in her ass. I could only see one of her hands. The other had to be smashed between her body and the slut's ass, forced against her still throbbing clit. Rita's ass cheeks clenched as she pumped a few last times. Finally, all that could be heard was a lot of heavy breathing. The slut was the most audible of all. She could finally catch her breath.




My New Boss Ch. 15



I clicked the lid back onto my lipstick as the cab reached our building. I handed the driver cash and thanked him for getting me around town safely all morning. He just smiled and nodded as I got out of the cab, grabbing my bag and my purse. I pulled out my phone as I walked into the building. 8:22am. Not bad, considering everything I'd already accomplished for the day.

I managed to catch the elevator and stepped inside, only to see Dayna and Darrin on their way up. I crossed my arms in front of me, hoping to prevent them from realizing that I was, yet again, braless at work. Thankfully, I had chosen a black top that helped conceal my nipples, which often stood to attention, even without stimulation.

"Oh, hey Brooke! I figured you'd already be upstairs." said Dayna.

I held up my gym bag. "I got held up at the gym. Besides, I'm pretty caught up for the week and Paul doesn't arrive until 9am anyway." I explained with a shrug. "Morning, Darrin." I smiled over my shoulder at him. His eyes darted from my chest to my eyes. I caught him checking me out. 

"Morning, Brooke." he smiled. 

We all stepped off the elevator and walked to our desks. I sat my bag down on the floor and fired up my laptop. I stood next to my desk, shuffling through papers. I realized that I had a stack of mail to send to Mr. Howard today, so I decided to run it down to the front desk in order for it to be picked up early. 

I stepped off of the elevator and walked towards the front desk in the lobby. I handed the receptionist the mail and postage and thanked her. I walked back to the elevator and waited for it to descend to the lobby again.

The building didn't start getting really busy until 9am. A woman that I didn't know stood next to me and waited while she scrolled through her phone. I felt someone step up beside me and join us while we waited. I glanced over and saw Paul. I looked at him quizzically. 

"You're early, Mr. Taylor." I observed.

"Yeah, I was thinking about leaving early tonight. Figured I'd get an early start to make up for it." 

I nodded. The woman next to us made no acknowledgment that we were even there. The elevator bell sounded and the heavy doors hissed as they opened. 

The woman pressed the button for her floor and Paul pressed the button for ours. She stood in front of us, completely absorbed in her phone. Paul reached over, hooked a finger into the top of my shirt and pulled it away from my skin. My eyes went from the back of her head to Paul's eyes as he realized that I wasn't wearing a bra after all. He nodded and let it go. He leaned against the wall as the elevator slowly glided to a stop and the woman stepped off. 

No one else climbed on. We were alone with only 5 floors to go.

Before the doors even closed, Paul looked at me.

"No bra. Good girl. Now...lift your skirt." 

The doors closed and I quickly wiggled my hips and lifted my red skirt up so he could see my bare, pink pussy. I cocked my head to the side and smiled at him. He ran a finger against my naked slit and I shivered. We were at our floor, so I quickly smoothed my skirt back into place. 

"You follow directions well, baby. I hope you're ready for a fun day." he kissed me on the cheek just as the doors began to open. 

My heart was pounding from excitement. Just being near him caused my hormones to start pumping wildly. 

He stopped by a group of graphic designers in front of his office and started talking while I went to the break room to get his coffee. I had no idea what he had planned but he seemed confident that we would both enjoy it. 

I grabbed a blueberry muffin and his coffee and walked back to his office. As I walked towards the group of men, they stopped talking. I furrowed my brows out of curiosity and walked around them into Paul's office. 

"Ok guys...sounds good. Go ahead with that and I'll let you know about Alaskan Cruise." Paul joined me in his office as I powered up his devices.

"Ok. What was that all about? Why did everyone stop talking?" I asked.

Paul just grinned. "One of them started talking about how great your tits looked in that shirt. Guys notice that kind of thing." 

"Oh..." I blushed.

"Please don't be embarrassed, baby. Everyone agreed that you're beautiful. They were talking about how lucky whoever the guy that gets to fuck you is. I took everything I had not to start bragging that I'd fucked you three times in the last 24 hours." He walked behind his desk, laying his jacket across his chair. "Speaking of...holy hell, Brooke. Your ass in those shorts this morning? Were you trying to kill me?" he laughed.

I laughed. "Oh, you liked them?" I replied playfully.

"Liked? Hell... if you're embarrassed just hearing that a few guys around the office think you're hot, I won't even begin to tell you what they were saying about you at the gym this morning." he shook his head. 

I held up my hands. "I don't even want to know."

Paul placed his hand on the small of my back as he sat down in his chair. I stepped out from behind his desk. I didn't know how much physical contact I could take at the moment. I needed to pace myself, as long as he would let me. 

"Oh, before I forget, you mentioned that you were leaving early tonight? Don't forget that you need to get in contact with HR and sign some more paperwork. I believe it's insurance stuff. Also, would you like me to send anything to Bob at Alaskan Cruise? You know, as a 'thank you' for choosing our company to overhaul his site?" 

"Yeah. They really enjoyed that wine at dinner. Why don't you send him a bottle of that with a card." he laughed. "And I'll make sure to get up to HR as soon as possible. Thanks for reminding me." he smiled.

I nodded. "Anything else, Sir?" 

"Flash me your tits." 

I glanced over my shoulder. No one was around. I sighed, reached up and pulled down my shirt, quickly exposing my breasts. I smiled then covered them back up, shaking my head.

"Anything else, business-related, Sir?" I laughed.

"Not at the moment. Thank you, Miss Kelley." 

I walked out of his office and back to my desk. I got online and ordered the wine and sent it with a card to Mr. Maxwell.

'Cheers to prosperous new business adventure. Thank you for choosing to work with us. -Paul Taylor'

I smiled and clicked send. The package would soon be on it's way to Bob's office. 

With that task out of the way, I started lining up a tentative schedule of Paul's next week. He only had one dinner meeting so far, but he also promised to have a phone conference with Bob on Monday. As I penciled in his week, my phone buzzed. 

Paul Taylor: Spread your legs and send me a picture of your pussy.

Brooke Kelley: You just saw it in the elevator.

Paul Taylor: I want more. Don't argue.

I sighed and looked around. Everyone was occupied. The only person walking around was a photo editor, and he was walking into Paul's office with a stack of papers. I opened the camera on my phone and dropped it down between my legs. I spread my knees wide and snapped a quick picture. I glanced at it. I didn't exactly see the beauty that Paul saw, but I guess I could see the appeal. Bald, soft, pink lips that were glistening from a morning full of stimulation and arousal, a tight slit...I could see why he enjoyed it. 

I clicked send. 

A few seconds later I got a reply.

Paul Taylor: Come to my office. 

I looked into his office. The young photo editor was still in there. I stood up, adjusted my red skirt and walked to his office. I knocked. 

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Taylor?" I said quietly.

"Yeah, please come here, Miss Kelley." he motioned for me to join him behind his desk. 

I walked towards him, staring at Jared, the photo editor. I smiled meekly at him. He nodded and I saw his eyes drift to my wobbling chest. I groaned inwardly. Paul had to be loving every second of this. 

"Sorry, Jared. Just a second." Paul showed me his phone screen. He had zoomed in to the picture I'd just sent him. My eyes shot up to Jared, who was now looking through the papers that he brought with him. I looked back at Paul nervously. He didn't flinch. 

"This," he zoomed in further. "This is perfect. I want more of this before lunch." he directed. 

Jared had absolutely no idea that our boss was actually demanding that I send him more nude photos of myself this morning. I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes, Sir. Anything else?" I asked professionally. 

"No. That's all. Thank you." he smiled as I walked back to the door. 

"Ok Jared....now, where were we?" I heard him continue.

I walked to my desk and grabbed my phone. I walked to the bathroom. 

It was quiet when I entered. My heels clicked on the tile floor as I walked to the stall furthest from the door. I locked myself inside. I closed the toilet seat lid and peeled my shirt off my head. I hung it gently on the hook on the back of the door. The cool air hit my breasts and my skin instantly tightened. My responsive nipples stiffened into hard points at the ends of my heavy tits. I ran my hand across them as I opened the camera app on my phone. 

I quickly snapped a few pictures of my breasts. One from underneath, one from above and one of me pinching my nipple tightly. I slowly pulled my skirt up to my hips and took a picture from below. Then, I took one of me massaging my clit, then a final picture of me spreading my, now wet, pussy lips apart. 

I closed my eyes in disbelief. I would never understand how Paul was able to make me do these things.

I placed my phone on the back of the toilet and rolled my skirt down. As I went to put on my shirt, I heard the bathroom door open. I recognized Theresa's voice immediately. She was with someone else. I grabbed my shirt and flung it over my head rapidly. I adjusted my hair and my clothes and flushed the toilet. I unlocked the door and walked out. Sure enough, there was Theresa and another employee, Jill. 

"Hey guys.." I smiled as I walked to the sink to wash my hands.

"Morning, Brooke. You look...nice." said Theresa.

I smiled at her reflection as I washed my hands. "Thank you." I replied, trying to ignore the obvious tone in her voice. She realized that I was dressed a little sexier than normal, though I wasn't sure if she could tell that I was braless.

"So, how is the dreamy Paul Taylor?" she smiled.

"He's well. I think his first week was very successful." I nodded. 

"Seems like it. We're busier than ever!" she agreed.

As we spoke, I didn't realize that Jill had walked into the stall that I'd just exited.

"Hey...someone left their phone in here!" she announced.

My heart sank. I forgot my phone and I hadn't closed out my camera app. If she opened it, she'd immediately see that I'd taken naked pictures of myself. 

"Oh..." I started.

"Open it! See who it belongs to!" Theresa interrupted. 

"No...no need. It's mine! I just left it in there." I reached my hand over the door. "Thanks, Jill!" I said nervously as she handed it to me. 

"We can't go anywhere without those damn things, can we?" Theresa laughed as she walked into a stall.

"You can say that again." I laughed as I dried my hands. "Bye girls." 

"Bye!" They chimed in unison. 

I sighed heavily as I walked back to my desk. That could have been a disaster. I sat down in my chair, sent the pictures to Paul and immediately deleted them. Brooke Kelley: Close call in the bathroom.

Paul Taylor: Damn. Brooke....these are incredible. 

Brooke Kelley: Glad you like them.

Paul Taylor: Want to join me for lunch in a little bit? I have something I want to talk to you about.

Brooke Kelley: Sure. Let me just finish you schedule and some paperwork and I'll be ready. 

Paul Taylor: Blackout tomorrow and Sunday, please.

Brooke Kelley: Consider it done. 

I made sure that his Saturday and Sunday were empty on his schedule. He didn't really have anything important going on anyway. Before we could leave, I had some paperwork to finish and go through Paul's work emails. He needed to reply to a few of them, but most needed to be deleted. 

I busied myself for quite sometime. I noticed that some people were leaving for lunch, so I glanced at the time. I pulled my purse out of my gym bag and tucked my phone inside. I walked to Paul's office and knocked on the door. He was on the phone. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys and tossed them to me. He held up his hand and motioned that he'd be no more than 5 minutes. I grinned and walked to the elevator. 

I rode down to the lobby by myself and walked to the dim parking garage. A few people were getting into their cars as well, but I didn't notice anyone from our office. I walked quickly to Paul's car, unlocking it with the fob and slid, unnoticed, into the passenger seat. I looked around the quiet car. 

Like most men I knew, Paul kept his car spotless. The leather was pristine and shiny. Everything was warm and smelled like him. I inhaled deeply. It was obvious that this man loved his car. It gave me an idea. 

He loved naked pictures. He loved his car. I decided to combine the two. 

I looked out his window at the garage entrance door as I pulled out my phone. He wasn't there yet. I rolled my shirt up, jerked my skirt up and snapped a picture of myself, spread out in his fancy car. I giggled as I sent it. 

As I was making myself decent again, I heard the large garage door open and close. I looked out the window and saw Paul pull his phone out of his pocket as he walked to the car. He smiled broadly. I knew that he was looking at my picture. He opened the door and slid in beside me effortlessly. He slammed the door. 

Before I even realized what was happening, Paul had leaned over into my seat and was shoving his tongue down my throat. To steady him, I placed my hand against his heavy chest. I returned his kiss with force. He groaned as he pulled his lips off of mine. 

"God, I just want to fuck you all the time, Brooke." He shook his head as I handed him his keys. 

"That's all I want, too, Sir." I said as I touched my swollen lips. 

"I have an idea." he said as he threw his car into gear. Rather than exiting the parking garage, he started to spiral up, level by level. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I told you. I have an idea." he grinned at me mischievously. "You know, I didn't really have any specific plans for you today. Like, when I told you not to wear underwear. I was just hoping to catch glimpses of you throughout the day. You've gone way beyond my expectations, baby. As usual." He laughed as he pulled to the top of the garage. 

I looked around as he drove slowly across the top lot. It was empty, other than a couple of lonely repair vans parked at the far end. It was obvious that the top lot was rarely, if ever, used.

I glanced at Paul. He grinned.

"Good. This is what I was hoping for." he bit his lip as he backed his sleek car in between two tall, white vans. He threw the car into park and shut it off. I looked around. It was completely empty. There was a decent view of the city from up here, but no one would ever know what we were up to. I looked back at Paul. There was nothing to say. 

I crawled over the console and onto his lap. I felt him shift his seat back a little so we had more space. He groaned as his hands found my ass. I leaned forward over his shoulder so he could lift my skirt. As soon as my bare ass was exposed, Paul spanked it hard. It made me lurch forward. He slapped it again, even harder. I moaned. His hand started massaging my pussy from behind. My wetness instantly coated his fingers. He groaned and dropped his hands down to his zipper. I braced my hands on his shoulders and felt his thick member press into my slit. I sat back and stared deep into his eyes as I lowered myself down onto his waiting cock. 

We both groaned loudly as I pushed down onto him. I kept one hand on his shoulder and steadied the other hand against the door as I started to rise and fall on his hardness. His hands cupped my ass as he helped me bounce. He leaned forward and grabbed my shirt with his teeth and worked it up my body as best he could. I reached over and pulled it up over my naked tits. They bounced uncontrollably in front of his face. He tried to catch my nipples in his mouth occasionally, but mostly, he just let his head relax back and enjoy the view. 

After a morning full of temptation on both of our parts, orgasm wasn't far away for either of us. I bounced enthusiastically on his cock as we both panted our way towards climax. I felt his fingers dig into my skin. His jaw tensed. I leaned forward and kissed him frantically. I cried out as my orgasm consumed me. He swallowed my moans and released his own into me as his cum jetted from his dick. 

I pressed my forehead against his. We were out of breath. I lifted up and off of his slippery cock. I fell back into my seat. We both leaned our heads back against the headrests. 

I rolled my head lazily towards him. He was already staring at me. We leaned in close and kissed tenderly, a stark contrast considering how we'd just fucked so roughly. He sat back and pulled a stray piece of hair from my eyes. 

"Let's go get some lunch, baby." he smiled.

I nodded. We adjusted ourselves as best we could. We'd have to clean up once we got somewhere. As Paul descended the parking garage, he reached over and grabbed my hand. He pulled it to his lips and kissed my knuckles. I looked at him. The fluorescent orange lights of the garage danced across his face. I smiled as we pulled out into the bright Seattle sunshine. I rolled down my window and inhaled deeply. 

I was sure that I'd never been so happy.



My New Boss Ch. 15



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My New Boss Ch. 16



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

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After a couple of minutes, Rita regained her strength. Pulling the strap-on from the slut's ass, she dropped to the floor. She leaned on her hands for support. The attached dildo glistened from lube and the slut's ass juices. It bounced like it wanted to continue, but Rita needed a rest.

After watching all of that, I was in a devious mood. I had ideas in my mind that I knew would be fun. Well, fun for most of us. I walked over to James' bag and found a bullet vibe. It was about the size of an enlarged cock, but the shape of a bullet. Also, there was a very nice training gag in there. It had an elaborate head harness, and different attachments for the gag. The one I picked was the shape of a penis. It wasn't too large, but just large enough. It also had a ring for attaching fake cocks on the outside. This caused more ideas to run though my head.

I needed something to keep the vibrator in. The subbie zapper came to mind. I found it over by the desk, on the floor. The plug still glistened of lube. To make my new ideas work, the sub had to be flipped like a pancake. I needed her bonds to be removed and then retied, once she was on her back. I would get James to help me with that.

While she was still weak and twitching from playing with Lucy and Rita, we untied her. James held her up while I put the subbie zapper on. She was no trouble at all. In fact, her arms and legs seemed very weak, like a rag doll. The girls gave her a real work out. Before I tightened the strap of the zapper, I inserted the bullet vibe into her pussy. My only problem was how to turn the vibe on and off. To be able to do that, I had to leave the strap looser than I wanted to. But, the position I had planned for her would help with that.

We had her lay on the ottoman, again. But, this time, on her back. It was a rectangle ottoman, so putting her on it lengthwise supported her back perfectly. The left wrist and ankle were tied together, and a rope was run under the ottoman to the right wrist and ankle to keep her in position and secure. She was tied in a way that her legs stayed open and her head was just slightly leaning over the edge but her neck supported by the ottoman. The perfect position for what I had in mind.

I took the training gag and walked up to her head. "Open wide," I told her. She obeyed and the cock portion of the gag went into her mouth. I held it there, as I made sure the straps all fit as they were intended to. Then, I had her raise her head, so I could buckle it, in back. So far, so good.

I stood up and looked over at the girls. They were watching, but they looked like they had just run a marathon. Well, sexual fun will do that to ya'. They perked up though, when they saw me putting the training gag on her.

There's something about gags. They are multipurpose. They keep the victim quiet, but they also serve as humiliation, in some cases. And, in the case of the training gag, it would serve as even more.

Lucy and Rita already had their strength back. I started to explain the gag to them, but they were quick to tell me they knew all about it. I had forgotten whose bag I had taken it from. But, just because they already knew about it, that didn't dampen any of the excitement in their eyes. They were listening with interest.

I started to explain my ideas, but remembered the vibrator. I leaned down and pulled the zapper's strap to the side so I could get to the switch. I selected the fast speed and then turned it on. Immediately, the slut started moaning and she was wiggling and twisting on the ottoman. She was selling my ideas, without my help. She was being so helpful.

At that point, I had a show that wouldn't (or couldn't) stop. As long as the batteries in that vibrator worked, the slut's pussy was going to get a good buzz. And, in the position she was tied, she had more freedom to wiggle around, but she still couldn't free herself.

Then, there was the added pleasure of the gag. What was gagging her mouth was a 4-inch rubber penis. It was flexible, but firm, much like a real cock. It was pretty thick, too. And, like a real cock, her voice could be heard as she tried to form words. Personally, I love that aspect of some gags. Partial words could be heard, and even the tone, or should I say the need of the words, too. That's just perfect.

Because the slut was being so helpful, gaining interest from the others was not difficult. Lucy and Rita were both watching the slut, and listening to me. They knew the advantages of the gag, so as I explained my idea, they got ahead of me. Lucy ran over to the bag and pulled out a rather large purple dildo. It looked like a real cock. It even included veins. She smiled from ear to ear, as she held it up.

I could see Lucy had her own needs in mind. "Well, Lucy, you seem to have my idea figured out. You always go for the gusto."

Lucy blushed. "Well, I've always thought that if big is good, then bigger is that much better."

"Nothing wrong with that thought, I guess. But, it depends on what you're talking about."

Lucy held up the dildo, again. "I'm talking about this, Sir. It's called Purple Passion."

Everybody had a good laugh from that. It seemed even more funny because it had been little Lucy saying it. She's such a good little trouper, when it comes to having fun. And, the thing was purple. Also, her insistence seemed to reflect a real passion for it, so the name did fit. I told her she could attach it to the gag, and she literally skipped over and did just that.

When she was finished, we had our tied slut lying on the ottoman, still moaning from the vibrator, and still wiggling enticingly. The attached dildo was swaying up and down as she wiggled.

I smiled, as Lucy looked at me with eager eyes. I could tell what those eyes meant. "I guess you want to be first, Lucy?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. I would love it. Can I? I mean, I don't want to seem to take charge of your idea, but, can I...um...take charge of the slut?"

I looked at Rita. She seemed OK with it, so I said she could. Before I had the words out of my mouth, Lucy quickly had her strap-on removed and was rubbing her clit. As if a race was about to start, she was standing in front of that large dildo, waiting for my OK to slide herself down on it.

I explained that she would be in control of the fucking action, and that would force the penis gag to fuck the slut's mouth, too. The harder she fucked herself, the harder that penis would fuck the slut. And, the vibrator would also assist in the show, as it continued to stimulate the slut's pussy.

I could see that Lucy, being aware of all this, was getting a little anxious. "OK, Lucy. Are you ready?"

Of course she was ready. The look she gave me was enough clue to that. "Yes, Sir."

"Then, go to it."

Lucy, still rubbing her clit, moved up to the swaying dong. She grabbed it and held it steady with one hand, as she opened her pussy lips with the other. Then, she lowered her body down on it. Her head tilted back as she inched her way down it. She moaned her approval when nearly all of it was up inside her tight little pussy. She kind of lost her balance, and had to lean forward to keep steady.

She put her hands on the ottoman. She gasped as the dildo went in deeper. She stopped and caught her breath, then slowly started to move up and down on the thing. Her leg muscles were tight, as she controlled the movement. Her pretty little naked body twitched, as she slowly sank down until she had the entire purple thing inside her. She stayed there, while she adjusted to its size.

I hadn't mentioned to Lucy and the others, that I had the subbie zapper control. In Lucy's haste to impale herself, it had gone completely unnoticed. I was going to save it for any time I thought the action was slow. With Lucy riding that large dong, I didn't think I would be pressing any buttons very often. But, it was also there for me to use as a stimulant to the slut, if I needed it.

Lucy's legs straddled the slut's head, gripping it, tightly. She had a hot crotch directly against her face, and Lucy's tight little ass was smashed down close to her nose. As Lucy wiggled back and forth, reacting to the dildo's sensations, the slut reacted, too. She was having a difficult time breathing. But, Lucy didn't seem to care that much. She was too involved.

I was about to say something when Lucy began to raise herself up. It was difficult for her to do. Her legs twitched, as she slowly inched up. It was easy to tell she was enjoying the whole thing...literally. As she got more accustomed to the size, she got faster with her stroking action. Each time she went down on that thing, she let out a little gasp. She acted like a little steam engine. As the piston came down, the hot air had to escape.

Even if Lucy didn't move, the slut continued to. We could hear the vibrator as it buzzed. And, the sound changed, as the slut moved. It was touching the strap that held it in, which made the tones change. It's funny how the little things bring so much to the scene. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell what was happening, from the moans and the buzzing vibrator.

The picture was very sexy. The bound slut was wiggling about as Lucy straddled her face. Lucy nearly rested her knees on the slut's shoulders, as she fucked that dildo. Seemingly in her own little world, Lucy's head thrashed around, and she whimpered and gasped as she forced herself down on her purple friend. She had no regard for the slut. She was just a pedestal for that dong.

The faster Lucy got, the more impressing it was. Knowing how difficult it had been at first, it was not long before she was fucking with a fever. The slut was moaning most of the time, but when Lucy would shove that dildo into her own pussy, the slut would gag on the penis in her mouth. It was the force of Lucy fucking herself that made the whole show. She took that whole dildo with every thrust. Her crotch nearly slapping the slut's face with each one. Soon, the gag was glistening with Lucy's sex, then it dripped on down to the slut's chin and neck.

Lucy was throwing her head back and crying out with each stroke. It didn't seem like she was controlling the action any more, but something unknown was pushing her down on that thing. When she took it all, she let out a yelp from the pain.

The slut's body was tensed, and the ropes that held her were slapping against the bottom of the ottoman. She was moaning from behind that gag, nearly as much as Lucy was. And, if the gag hadn't been muffling her, she would be just as loud. Both women were enjoying themselves. Lucy sure liked that dildo. I didn't know what the slut was enjoying. I guessed it was mostly the vibrator. But, I bet submitting to Lucy's control was part of it.

Lucy was so close to cumming, her legs were weakening. She couldn't keep up the fucking action. When she couldn't push back up, that big dildo went deep inside her. That caused her to cry out in pain and pleasure. And, because Lucy was literally sitting on the slut's face, it caused her to gag on the penis in her mouth, the whole time. One girl was in heaven, and the other was struggling to breathe.

Finally, one last time, Lucy's legs just gave out. She dropped down onto that dildo and her body convulsed in climax. She thrashed around from side to side, grinding her clit against the gag. She milked as much pleasure as she could out of it.

The slut was gasping for breath, as Lucy's weight forced the penis deeper into her mouth. The gag was dripping wet, and I could see Lucy's cum on the sides of the slut's head, and even on her ears. Lucy had cum all over the slut's face.

Her legs not able to hold her up, Lucy fell forward onto the slut's body. The last twitches of orgasm were still overtaking her. The slut could then breathe, and both were slowly recovering, after a rather rough ride. The only sound other than Lucy catching her breath was the vibrator's hum.

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My New Boss Ch. 16



Paul parked in the parking lot of a small café. We were several blocks away from work, so we were confident that no one would recognize us. We went inside and went to the restrooms immediately. 

I went to the stall and cleaned up as best as I could before stepping out to wash my hands. When I exited the restroom, Paul was waiting on me, leaning against the wall. He smiled and held out his hand. I reached for his and he laced his thick fingers between mine as we walked to an empty booth. We slid into separate sides, facing one another.

An old, irritated looking waitress slapped two menus down on our table and told us that she'd be back for our orders. We couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious that she'd worked there for far too long, but even a rude waitress wasn't going to ruin our mood. 

We both glanced at the menus and decided on our meals. He the menus out of the way and reached across the table for my hands. I smiled and slid them into his.

He stared at our joined hands as he brushed his thumbs across my knuckles. 

The waitress came back with water and took our orders. She wagged her pen at us as she scooped up the menus.

"You two newlyweds or somethin'?" she huffed.

We laughed.

"No. Just friends." I shook my head.

"Friends that hold hands?" she asked, confused.

I looked at Paul, then back to her. "Yeah, I guess so. Friends that hold hands." I shrugged.

She shook her head and walked away. We could faintly hear her mumble something about how things were 'Back in my day'. 

Paul rolled his eyes. 

"So, why did you need me to blackout your schedule for the weekend?" 

Paul nodded as he sipped his water. "Thanks for reminding me. That's actually why I asked you to lunch. I want you to come with me to my lake house this weekend." he grinned.

"All weekend?" I asked.

"Yeah. I've got a place about 45 minutes north of the city. Right on the lake, a boat...it's beautiful. I thought we could enjoy a little uninterrupted time together." he said seductively as he rubbed his foot against my leg. 

My mind was swimming. I was trying to think if I had any plans for the weekend. The longer I thought, the more I realized that even if I had plans, nothing seemed more appealing than spending a quiet weekend alone with Paul. I smiled up at him.

"That sounds incredible. I'd love to go with you." 

He shifted forward in his booth. "I can't wait to have you to myself all weekend. Just the two of us. No work getting in the way. It's going to be great." He leaned down and kissed my hand again. It gave me chills every single time he made that sweet gesture. 

"When exactly were you wanting to leave?" I asked.

"Tonight. I'll pick you up after work. I have a few errands to run first, which is why I wanted to leave a little early. I'll swing by and get you around...7pm? Sound ok?" 

"Sounds perfect."

"If all goes as planned, we won't be leaving, so don't stress about packing much. I just want you, naked and next to me in bed for 2 days." 

"I won't object to that." I giggled.

"I do have something to ask you. It's a little more...personal." he whispered as he looked at me seriously.

"Ok...?" I had no idea what to expect from him.

"Here's your food, lovebirds!" The angry waitress slammed our plates in front of us and smacked the bill on the table before shuffling away.

We both rolled our eyes. 

"God, I hope I'm not that miserable when I'm her age." I shook my head as I unrolled my silverware. "So...you were saying? You had something personal to ask me?" I took a bite of my sandwich.

"Right. I want to know how you feel about being tied up." he asked casually.

I coughed. He laughed. I covered my mouth as I tried to chew and swallow. I took a sip of my water.

"Well, I've never been tied up before, so I'm not sure."

"Never?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Never. Why does that surprise you?" 

"You're just so...naturally submissive." he shrugged.

"Will it hurt?"

"Being tied up? No. I'll make sure that you're comfortable. It will be tight. You won't be able to move, but I won't hurt you."

I nodded slowly and took another bite. 

"What will you do to me?" I asked quietly.

"Whatever I want." he smiled darkly.

I inhaled deeply. "Can you give me an idea?"

"Well, I've already spanked you a little. You enjoy that, right?" 

I nodded enthusiastically. He smiled.

"Me too. I want to do more of that. I have a few toys that I'd like to use on you at some point, too. I don't have any scenes in my mind for this weekend, though. I'd just like to do it and see where things go. If you want to, that is." He stared at me, waiting for my reply.

"And you won't hurt me?" I asked again cautiously.

His eyes softened and he reached across the table and held my wrist. "No, Brooke. I won't hurt you. I promise. Hell, we can safe word if that makes you more comfortable. If we get started and you aren't into it, we can stop right away. Whatever you want, ok? It's just something that I enjoy doing, and it's something I think you will enjoy, too."

I chewed my food and nodded.

"Ok. I trust you." I smiled. 

His face lit up. "Good. You won't regret it. I promise."

>>>>

We finished our meal and Paul left our grouchy waitress a hefty tip. We decided that she needed some kind of happiness in her life. Paul held my hand as we walked back to his car. He opened my door and I slid in. He jumped in his side and we sped off, back to our building. Paul didn't let go of my hand the entire time. 

He pulled into the low entrance of the parking garage and smoothly parked his car in his reserved spot. He shut off the engine and sighed. 

"Just a few more hours, Brooke. Then you'll be all mine." 

"I can't wait." I leaned over to him and pressed my lips against his cheek. He reached his hand up and softly grazed his knuckles against my left breast. My nipple responded instantly. I groaned and pulled away from him. 

"Do you want to go up first, or should I?" I asked.

"You go ahead. I'll run up to HR to sign those papers." 

"Ok. See you upstairs." I glanced around to make sure no one was around as I stepped out of his car. As I stood up, I bent over and pretended to brush something off my leg. My short skirt rode up and gave him a nice view of my bare pussy. I looked behind me to see him shaking his head and laughing softly.

"That's mean, Brooke." he groaned.

"Just something to get you through the afternoon." I winked and closed the door.

Once I got back up to work, I assumed that the day would drag on forever, but thankfully, I found myself completely absorbed in getting things ready for Paul's Monday phone conference with Bob.

Before I knew it, it was 4:15pm. Paul tapped on my desk. 

"You've been busy." he gestured towards my desk. 

"Yes. Trying to get everything arranged for Monday." I nodded, glancing behind Paul at the people wandering around the office. Some were leaving, others were just finishing up their tasks for the day.

"Thanks for working so hard. I hope you find a way to relax this weekend." he said as he managed to keep a straight face.

"Well actually, it looks like I'll be tied up all weekend, so I'm not sure. We'll see. I'll let you know on Monday if I got any rest or not." I smiled politely. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Well, Brooke. I'm going to make my rounds before I leave. Enjoy your weekend." he winked and walked away.

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. The weekend was going to be eventful, to say the very least.

>>>>

I got home a little after 5pm. I made myself a little supper and sat on my couch as I ate it. I flipped mindlessly through the TV channels, but nothing appealed to me. My mind kept wandering to the idea of Paul tying me up this weekend. 

I wasn't exactly scared. I knew that he wouldn't hurt me, but I would have been lying if I said that I wasn't anxious. 

Tied to a bed and completely at the mercy of Paul Taylor? The butterflies started fluttering madly in my stomach. 

I finished my food and did the dishes. I picked up around the apartment before settling into a hot bubble bath. The steamy, lavender scented air filled the bathroom as I sank down into the water. I closed my eyes and let my knees fall apart in the water. The heat made my skin tingle. I ran my hands up and down the tops of my thighs, watching as the bubbles rolled down my red, steaming skin. I slowly shaved myself, gliding the sharp razor across my flesh.

A long, hot soak was exactly what I needed after a long week. I thought back to the previous Friday afternoon. I had been a sad, newly single, bored personal assistant, sitting in the conference room, waiting to meet my new boss. I remember the surge of hormones I felt the second I laid eyes on Paul. His dark, gently graying hair...that sexual smile...his confidence...his authority...the way his hand gripped mine. Everything about him made my heart race in the very first moments that we met. I should have known from the beginning that he was about to turn my world upside down.

I couldn't believe that so much had happened in just 7 short days. 

The water was starting to cool and I needed to gather a few things before Paul arrived at 7pm to get me, so I let the foamy water drain. I stepped out and dried off. I pulled on a tight pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I didn't bother with underwear. I knew how much Paul enjoyed seeing me without any on. When I glanced at my reflection, my dark brown nipples were grazing softly against the white shirt. I let my hair down and it flowed over my shoulders. I decided that I looked effortlessly sexy. 

Paul said not to worry about packing much, but I still wanted to be prepared in case we needed to go anywhere. I packed a casual outfit, a bikini, some underwear, and a lacy pair of pale pink panties with a matching bra. I threw my makeup bag, cell charger and toiletries into the suitcase and placed it by the front door. My phone started to ring.

"Hello?" I said as I placed my purse with the suitcase.

"Hey baby. I'm parking my car. You ready?"

"Yeah. I'll be right down." I smiled and hung up. I looked around. Everything was shut off and cleaned up. I grabbed my belongings and locked my front door behind me. As I walked down the stairs, Paul was jogging up to meet me. He still had his suit on from work, but his tie was loosened. He looked incredible.

As he stood on the stair below me, we were eye level. He couldn't stop smiling. We kissed with an obvious excitement. 

"Lets go." he said, grabbing my bag. I followed him out as he threw my suitcase in the trunk. We got into his car and kissed as he started the engine.

"We should be there in less than an hour...just depends on traffic." he said as he pulled out onto the busy Friday night street.

"Thank you for inviting me to come with you." 

"Of course. I need some alone time with you. I don't want to be interrupted or rushed. I just want to enjoy you....and that gorgeous body." He reached over and rubbed my breast through my shirt. "No bra?" he raised his eyebrows.

I shook my head.

"Good. Let me see." He started to lift the hem of my shirt. I helped him and lifted it up over my breasts, turning my body towards him. 

"Mmmm. Beautiful. It's going to be a good weekend, baby." he squeezed my right breast, zeroing his fingers down towards my nipple and squeezing firmly. He didn't let go. He just continued tightening his grip until I was squirming in my seat. Finally, he released it. My nipple was throbbing, and now, so was my pussy. 

"That's just a preview, Brooke." 

"You aren't going to tell me anything that you have planned, are you?" I pouted as I lowered my shirt.

"Nope. I'm going to keep you guessing all weekend." He kissed my hand and squeezed it as he merged into northbound traffic on I-5. The sun was beginning to set and a beautiful orange haze was settling over the city. As we drove north, Paul just rubbed his fingers against mine and turned up the music. I sat back into my seat and opened my phone. I started to shift through Paul's emails, trying to get a little work done on our way to his lake house. 

"Nope. Put it away." he shook his head.

"What?" 

He tapped the screen of my phone. "No work. You're not my assistant again until Monday."

"I see. Then what am I?" I asked with a grin.

"Hmmm. My lover? My fuck buddy? My slut?" 

I pretended to act shocked.

"What?' he asked innocently. "Too harsh?" 

I shrugged. "Actually...no. You can call me whatever you'd like." 

"Good. I might end up calling you a lot of things this weekend, baby." he laughed. 

I tucked my phone away in my purse and leaned my head back against the headrest. I stared out the window at the gorgeous scenery. 

Before I knew it, we were crossing the long bridge across the northern edge of Lake Washington. The orange haze of the sunset was settling into deep reds and purples and little glares of fading sunlight danced on the water beneath us.

"Wow. It's so beautiful up here." I mumbled, captivated by the view. Boats were gliding across the water, full of people excited to be spending their weekend at the Lake. 

"Isn't it? I got this place from my Dad several years ago. I don't get up here as often as I'd like, but it's really peaceful. The house itself is right on the water. Very secluded." He squeezed my thigh. 

I nodded as my heart rate picked up speed. After the bridge, several miles and three turns onto small, winding side roads, Paul finally pulled up to a tall gate. He punched in a code and the gate buzzed open. Right at the end of a small driveway was a 2 story, pine lake house. Paul drove right up to the door and parked. 

"Here we are. Ready?" He grinned. The lights of his dashboard illuminated his face. He suddenly looked so much younger, more carefree than his usual professional self. 

"Absolutely. Let's go." I got out of the car. Paul walked around and grabbed our bags out of the back, along with a cooler full of food and drinks. 

He unlocked the front door and we stepped inside. The first thing that I noticed was the view. On the opposite side of the dark house, was a wall full of floor to ceiling windows, overlooking an expansive deck and the lake, which was now reflecting the newly rising moonlight. 

"Oh, wow." I whispered as I walked to the windows. I heard Paul set our things down and lock the door behind him. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as we stared at the sparkling water for a moment. 

"I'm going to go make sure everything is turned on, baby." He kissed the back of my neck, tickling my skin with his 5 o'clock shadow. I shivered and turned around. 

"Ok. I'll put the food away." 

He slapped my ass playfully as we got to work. I flipped on a few recessed lights in the ceiling and walked around the expansive kitchen, admiring the craftsmanship. Everything was modern, but with a rustic charm. I opened the cooler. Paul had packed fruit, food for a couple of bigger meals and a lot of wine. I smiled as I put everything away, leaving a bottle of sparkling champagne out on the counter. I went in search of two wine glasses. I heard Paul moving around upstairs. I opened a cabinet and reached up to pull out two long stem glasses. As I stretched up to the tall shelf, I heard Paul come down the stairs and walk up behind me. He slid one hand up my exposed midriff as his other hand reached up to retrieve the stemware. He placed them on the counter and turned me around. 

"Why don't we start by getting your top off?" he said against my mouth. 

"Fine with me." I reached down and lifted my shirt. He helped me pull the soft, white shirt over my head and threw it to the hardwood floor beneath us. 

He grabbed me tightly by the waist and lifted me onto the counter. I rested my arms on his shoulders as he dipped his head down and started to lick my breasts. I felt his teeth dig gently into my skin. I moaned and dropped my head back. While his mouth worked on one breast, his skillful fingers teased the other. I laced my fingers into his thick hair. 

"Follow me." he said darkly against my throat. 

He helped me off of the counter, grabbed the champagne and the glasses and lead me up the wide, wooden staircase. We walked down a long hallway and he pulled me into the large Master bedroom. He walked to the bedside table and put the glasses down. I walked slowly into the room. 

It was beautiful. Everything was a soft ivory color. The lights were dim and everything had a warm, golden glow. There was a king sized bed and a gorgeous view overlooking the deck and the lake. Steep, wooden ceilings and exposed beams carried the rustic feel up from the downstairs. A large stone fireplace connected the bedroom and the master bathroom. A small fire crackled softly inside. 

The further I got into the room, I realized that there were thick chains and black leather cuffs at each corner of the bed. My breathing increased. I looked at Paul nervously. He was ready for this.

He popped the cork on the champagne and poured us each a glass. He walked to me and handed one to me.

"Don't be afraid, Brooke." He wrapped a hand around my neck and kissed me. I could hear my heart pulsing in my ears. He stepped back and we both took a long drink. The fizz of the alcohol burned my throat. 

"If you don't want to do this, that's fine. Just remember what I said. I will not hurt you. Do you understand?" He tilted my face up towards his. He searched my eyes for an answer. 

"Answer me, Brooke." 

I nodded. "I know you won't hurt me. I've just never done anything like this before. I'm not sure what to expect, I guess." I mumbled as I stepped out of my shoes. He took the glass from my hand and placed it back on the nightstand. He walked back to me.

He glided his hands down my neck and naked chest. He let his fingers crawl down my stomach as he slowly unbuttoned my jeans. I felt my zipper slide down tooth by tooth. I looked up at him. His eyes were piercing into mine. He pushed the tight denim down over my hips and down to my warm thighs before they fell to the floor. He took my hands and I stepped out of them. 

"Go lay down in the middle of the bed." he commanded.

I swallowed and walked to the bed. I climbed up onto it and positioned myself in the center. I pulled my hair out from under me and relaxed back onto the soft sheets. 

Paul didn't move for a minute. He just stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. 

"Spread your legs." he said calmly. 

I looked down at the end of the bed and stared at him as I slowly opened my shaking legs. I watched him blink heavily as he stared at my exposed pussy. He pulled his tie over his head and threw it on the floor. One by one, he unfastened the buttons on his shirt, eventually adding it to our discarded pile of clothing. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then loosened his belt, sliding it out of the loops slowly. He tossed it on the bed and it landed heavily between my spread knees. 

Every muscle inside of me clenched. I dropped my head back against the bed and closed my eyes. I could feel my chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn't slow my breathing, partially because of nerves, but mostly from the absolute, sinful lust that I felt towards the man standing at my feet. 

I didn't look, but I heard Paul shuffle out of his briefs. He walked to the head of the bed. He grabbed my left wrist kissed it.

"Are you ok?" he asked quietly.

I had no words. I just nodded, keeping my eyes closed.

"If you want me to stop, just say 'STOP'. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." I replied quietly.

Paul leaned down to me. He brushed the hair off of my neck and pressed his lips against my ear.

"Why don't you say, 'Yes, Sir' from here on out, baby." he whispered darkly. 

"Yes, Sir." I said shakily.




My New Boss Ch. 16



"Mmmm. Good girl." he replied.

Paul stood up and hooked a thick leather cuff around my left wrist. It was softly lined on the inside and, although it was tight, it wasn't painful. I flexed my hand. 

"Is that ok?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir." I looked up at him. His eyes were dark. He slowly walked around to the other side of the bed, examining my body as he went. He attached the cuff to my right wrist.

"How does that feel, baby?"

"It feels fine, Sir." I smiled. 

To my surprise, once the cuffs were on my wrists, I started to relax. I felt oddly secure. Whatever happened to me, I was in Paul's expert hands. I knew he'd keep me safe and take me to places I'd never imagined I'd go sexually. My fearful, rapid breathing was quickly turning into deep gasps of desire. 

Paul walked to the end of the bed and wrapped both hands around my ankles. He pulled on my legs firmly, sliding my body down the bed, stretching my arms taut. I groaned deeply. 

Paul pushed my knees up and out, spreading my pussy open further. He secured a leather cuff to each of my ankles and tightened the chains, holding me firmly in place. He stepped away from the bed. 

"You look beautiful, Brooke." 

I whimpered. "Thank you, Sir." 

He walked towards the bed and grabbed his belt from between my legs. He folded it in half and dramatically snapped it together. My eyes met his. He stood to my left and slowly dragged the thick, black leather across my breasts. Instinctively, my tits pushed forward as much as the chains would allow. He trailed it over my nipples, then down between my heaving breasts. The belt swirled in a slow circle around my belly button, then inched it's way towards my glistening pussy. 

Just before the belt rubbed against my clit, he lifted it away from my skin all together. I groaned and closed my eyes. Without warning, Paul snapped the belt against my left thigh. I cried out.

"Aghhh!" 

"Shhhh. You're ok, Brooke." Paul said calmly as he trailed his hand over the warm redness of my thigh. He was right. I was ok. The snap sounded worse than it felt. If anything, the belt just sent even more blood and hormones coursing through my body. I started panting. Paul snapped the belt against my right thigh.

"Oh God!" I whimpered. 

"That's it, baby. Just feel it for me." he said soothingly. 

He dragged the thick leather up my thighs and over my stomach. He tapped it gently against my nipples, back and forth between them. I opened my eyes and stared at him. There was a faint smile on his lips. 

"You're loving this, aren't you? You like laying here, all tied up like this? My slutty little assistant. Ready to be tied up and spanked whenever she's told?" he groaned. He climbed on the bed between my knees. I felt him push his erection down against my wet, hungry pussy. 

His words, their insensitivity, combined with the leather and his raging erection were all about to drive me over the edge. I had no idea why, but hearing him call me his 'slutty little assistant' made my pussy quiver. 

"Yes, Sir. I'm your slutty little assistant." I bit into my lip.

"Mmmhmm. That's what I thought. You dropped your panties for me on the first day, didn't you? You couldn't wait for me to shove this hard cock into you." he said rigidly.

"Ohhh, fuck. Yes, Sir. I wanted your cock right away. I can't get enough of it, Sir." I whined. 

Paul smiled and leaned back, dragging his belt from between my breasts, back down to my exposed clit. Without notice, he slapped the belt against my clit. I couldn't contain my scream.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled. I tried to arch my back but the chains gave me no room for movement. 

Paul groaned and snapped it against my clit again, then once more. My screams had become just one long, continuous moan. 

"You want me to spank this pussy until you cum? Is that what my little slut wants?" he asked forcefully.

"Yes, Sir! Please!" I begged. The wetness was coating my pussy. My clit was throbbing, just waiting for the leather to bite into it again.

"Please what?" he teased. 

"Please, Sir! Please spank my clit until I cum!" I pleaded. 

"Like this?" he asked as he rapidly slapped his belt against my red, exposed clit. 

"Oh fuck!" I screamed. My body started shaking violently as my orgasm wrecked havoc on my senses. I saw stars. I heard my blood pounding in my ears. I saw Paul's cock jerking between my thighs. I felt wave after wave of sensation crash into me. Hot tears sprang unexpectedly to my eyes. Paul lined his cock up and slammed into my convulsing pussy at the height of my climax. 

"Oh shit. Fuuuuck. That's it, baby. Feel it, Brooke!" he groaned as his hips slapped forcefully against mine. I couldn't move or speak. My mouth just fell open in a silent scream. His fingers wrapped around my shaking thighs and his thumbs pressed against my aching clit. 

"No! It's...It's too m-much, Sir!" I whimpered. 

"Again, Brooke! Give me that cum, baby!" he growled as his thrusts picked up speed.

"Uhhhh! No! Oh fuck!" I wailed helplessly, thrashing my head from side to side as my second orgasm exploded. 

Paul braced his hands against my shoulders, pressing me into the bed. He reached his climax and roared loudly above me, his fingers digging painfully into my sweat covered skin. He collapsed against me. My hair was partially covering my face and my rapid breathing was making it rise and fall against my lips. Paul was groaning in my ear. Before he even caught his breath, he sat up and reached across my head to each of my wrists, releasing the cuffs. I pulled my hands down and brushed the hair out of my eyes, then rubbed my wrists gently. Paul leaned backwards and unfastened each of my ankle restraints, then helped me lower my legs to the bed. I moaned softly.

He crawled back up my body, pausing to breathlessly kiss my stomach before collapsing on the bed beside me. His body spooned against my side. He drifted his fingertips over my ribs. 

After several minutes I rolled over to face him. My heavy eyes met his. 

"Well?" he asked. 

"That was good." I giggled.

"That was just a preview, baby. I went easy on you that time." he laughed and leaned in to kiss my forehead.

I intertwined our legs together and ran my hand against his chest. 

"We have all weekend to do nothing but this." He sighed and closed his eyes.

I watched him as he rested. I saw his muscles flex and twitch involuntarily. His warm skin had a soft sheen of sweat on it. I stared at his lips and his heavy, closed eyes. I wanted so badly to kiss him and tell him exactly what was weighing on my heart, but I couldn't find the nerve. I knew exactly what he wanted, and he was already getting it. 

There was absolutely no way to tell him that I was falling in love, especially when I couldn't even believe it for myself. So I just rolled over and let him hug me from behind. I couldn't sleep. I just laid there, my eyes wide open, running my fingers across the leather cuff and heavy metal chain that rested next to me.

>>>>

I woke up cold. I sat up and tried to stretch. My muscles ached. I looked over at Paul as his eyes opened slowly. 

"What time is it?" he asked sleepily.

"I'm not sure. I need to go get my bag and go to the bathroom." I started to get out of bed as Paul sat up. 

"Go ahead and use the bathroom. I'll run downstairs and get our stuff." he mumbled as he climbed out of bed.

I walked into the large master bathroom. The fireplace that connected the two rooms was still going. I flipped on the lights. It had a deep bathtub and a separate shower. Everything was modern and expensive. As I sat down to pee, I remembered Paul telling me that he'd gotten this place from his Dad. The more I saw of the house, the more I realized that his family must come from money. Between this place and Paul's beautiful home, he had some really incredible properties around Seattle. I wanted to know more about Paul and his family, but felt strange asking, especially this soon. I decided that it wasn't my business, and tried not to think about it. 

I reminded myself that this was just about sex. 

As I finished, I heard Paul bring our bags into the bedroom. We found out toothbrushes and stood next to each other as we brushed our teeth. He kicked me playfully. I nudged him with my hip. There was a sense of comfort and ease that we had with each other. Once we finished, Paul threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to bed. He dropped me unceremoniously onto the mattress and jumped in next to me. He covered our bodies with a heavy blanket as we snuggled against each other. 

"I've never brought anyone up here before." 

"You haven't?" I asked.

He shook his head. 

"How come?" 

"I usually just come up here when I need to get away. I like the quiet." he replied. He ran his fingers up and down the length of my spine. 

"So, why did you bring me up here?" I asked.

Paul looked into my eyes. I almost shivered from their intensity.

"Because I've never enjoyed being around someone as much as I enjoy being with you, Brooke. I know that has to sound strange. It's only been a week, and technically, I'm old enough to be your father, but it's true. If I'm not with you, I'm thinking about you." 

I smiled. Hearing these words gave me hope. Maybe I wasn't alone in how I was feeling after all. I didn't want to make things awkward, so I just smiled gently.

"I really enjoy being with you, Mr. Taylor." I leaned forward and kissed him. 

We spent the next several minutes talking and massaging each other. Finally, after a long silence, I realized he had fallen asleep. I cuddled into the crook of his arm and laid my head on his chest. I dozed off listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my ear. 



My New Boss Ch. 17



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

The rest of us were all quiet as silence filled the room. We could hear the vibe humming away, and the slut was quietly moaning behind the penis gag. After catching her breath, the vibe was again getting the best of her. Her face and neck drenched with Lucy's cum, she struggled with the weight of Lucy's body on hers.

Lucy finally regained enough strength to pick herself up off the purple dildo. It was a slow process, but very exciting to watch. Lucy's legs were weak as she staggered over to a chair Rita had just vacated. Standing with her hand between her legs, Rita was priming her own clit and pussy for a little ride.

Like always, Rita had another idea for her fun. Because the slut was wearing the zapper, she wanted control of the button. I was hesitant to give it to her, but with a little stern talking, I felt assured she wouldn't abuse my slut's ass. And, if she did, I promised her she'd pay dearly for it.

She started out very similar to Lucy. That purple dildo wasn't small. Going slow in the beginning was necessary. Slowly, she inched herself down onto it, vigorously stroking her clit at the same time. The look on her face was one of desire, but I also saw determination. Attempting to mount such a large dildo, what else would be on her mind?

Rita reached down and pulled her pussy lips wide open. She hissed as she lowered herself down. As Lucy's had been, Rita's leg muscles were tight as she struggled to take it inside her. Her head tilted back, and she groaned deep from inside her throat. It was finally all inside her. She leaned forward and wiggled her hips back and forth and side to side. The dildo touched parts deep inside her pussy, and it made her whimper.

While Rita was letting her pussy get adjusted to the purple passion, her ass cheeks were literally in the slut's face. The way I figured it, her ass hole was literally over the slut's nose. She did try to move her head a little, just so she could breathe. Rita's ass wasn't big, but she was clamping her legs together. The slut was just beginning to complain about it, when Rita started pulling her ass up.

Rita was holding her teeth together, and hissing. As she pulled up, the hissing was from inhaling. When she was lowering herself, the hissing was from exhaling. It was becoming obvious that Rita liked the purple dong nearly as much as Lucy did.

She started pushing herself up, and the purple color slowly became visible between her legs. Her hissing and gasping sounded close to sounds of self-punishment. Maybe domme Rita was torturing sub Rita? At least that's what it sounded like.

Oh, but domme Rita soon took over. She had been holding the remote in her hand the whole time. The look I saw form on her face was a little scary. The glint in her eyes and the smile on her face...I thought she was morphing into some she devil.

She looked over at me. I had to be sure she would stick to our agreement. "Green," I yelled. "Only the green button, Rita. Remember our agreement."

She just continued to smile at me. Then, she leaned forward, nearly draping herself over the bound slut's body. That pulled the purple dildo quite a ways out of her pussy. She sighed as she relaxed there. Her stomach was smashing the slut's tits nearly flat.

Then, she did it. She pressed the green button. Of course, it got a reaction. The slut wasn't expecting it. Her body reacted violently to it, just because of that. She tried to raise her hips, but Rita's body was too heavy. So, the only reflex motion possible was to raise her head. That shoved the purple dong into Rita's pussy. Her muffled cries of protest were hardly noticeable, because of the penis gag in her mouth. Rita let out a groan that sounded straight from hell. She stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. 

I don't know if Rita had planned that or not, but it worked well, if she did. And, once the slut's body relaxed, her head rested back on the ottoman's cushion. But, just as soon as she relaxed, Rita pushed that button again. The same reaction, with the same result. Rita was in heaven. She had the slut in her complete control. 

I saw what was happening and hoped Rita didn't think the other buttons would work any better. Just because the green one caused the slut's head to move like that, the yellow or red buttons wouldn't be any more efficient at it. I tried to get Rita's attention.

I was too late. I couldn't see which button she pushed, but the slut's agony was enough to tell me it wasn't the green one. Her head didn't move any quicker than with the green button, but I think Rita was getting off on the pain she was causing. The idea that pushing a button forced the slut's head up, pushing the dildo into her pussy wasn't enough. Rita had to have it all. She had to have her pleasure and cause the slut pain, too. As her head moved up, the slut cried out in pain, and I'm sure that was music to Rita's ears.

I had to make sure that didn't get out of hand. "Rita! What are you doing? We agreed on just the green button. That wasn't the green button. Remember what I said. I promise I'll make you pay, if you damage my fuck toy."

She just looked at me, with that evil smile on her face. I didn't know if Rita was even in there. Had some alternate persona taken over, some evil twin? Again the slut jerked up, and Rita gasped in pleasure. Then, again...and again.

I stood up and yelled, "Rita!" She didn't even hear me, or she was totally ignoring me. I had to get her attention. I walked right up to her and grabbed her by the hair, turning her face to mine. "Rita, have you lost your senses?"

What I saw in Rita's eyes was not the Rita I knew. Glassy eyed, with large dark pupils, as if she was under some spell. I slapped her face. She looked at me, but the trance was still in charge. She just smiled and tried to push a button, again.

I saw her that time and grabbed the remote out of her hand. Her expression changed very quickly, like I'd taken her fix away. And in a way, I guess I had. She was addicted to the remote. It was an addictive toy, that's for sure. But, like anything addictive, too much can be bad.

Rita's eyes were shooting evil looks in my direction. "I want it!"

"Rita, you can't handle it. I'm taking away your control. It's for the good of my fuck toy." I didn't see a problem with pressing buttons on that zapper, as long as it didn't happen too often. And, the more painful buttons were that much worse. "Maybe you need a dose of your own medicine. Do you think so?"

Lucy started laughing. "That wouldn't do any good. She loves that thing up her ass. Just ask James."

I looked at James. He nodded his head. "Yes, she really can't get enough of it. As long as someone else is pressing the buttons, Rita loves being on the receiving end."

I'd forgotten Rita is a switch. She enjoys receiving as well giving pain. But something James said interested me. She enjoys it as long as someone else is pressing the buttons. I'll have to remember that, for later.

After things had calmed down a bit, Rita was back to hissing as she went up and down that dildo. The vibrator was still humming, too. In the absence of the remote, Rita had taken to wiggling that vibrator around. The zapper strap was loose enough that she could move it back and forth as well as up and down. It seemed to be working, because of the slut's wiggling and squirming.

I knew pressing the button once in a while was OK, so I thought I would give Rita a little thrill. I waited until she was pulling up off of the dong, then I pressed the green button. The reaction that got from Rita was even better than the one it caused in the slut. Because she wasn't expecting it, it was much more powerful. 

When the slut's head lurched up, that dildo rammed into Rita's pussy. Her arms went out from under her and she fell forward onto the slut's body. She shrieked louder than the slut did. When she picked herself up, she looked over at me with a lusty satisfaction.

I smiled. "I told you it was OK, every so often."

She smiled, too, and that evil controlling look wasn't there. Oh, the glazed over eyes were still there, but she had a more needy look instead of the evil one from before. That made me feel better about that whole situation. I didn't want to be part of creating some evil super domme. Rita has her strong points, but self-control isn't one of them. Sometimes she needs help with that.

Rita was getting faster with her purple dildo riding, but little Lucy still had her beat. Lucy really likes 'em big. Rita does too, just not at the same level. She had hold of the slut's thighs, grinding up and down on the dildo. The slut's head was pushed down into the cushion, forcing that penis gag deep into her mouth. It was fun to see the expressions as Rita's ass kept mashing down on her face.

I saw Rita pulling up again, and nearly ready to sink down on the dildo, again. Just as she was ready to sink, I pressed the green button, again. I thought both slut and Rita would explode. The bound slut jerked underneath Rita, and her head thrust up. Her gag muffled her scream, but I could tell she felt it.

Rita was on her way down, letting the dildo slide up into her pussy. When I pressed the button, the slut's head jerk pushed that dildo up. The combination of that and Rita slowly sliding down on it pushed her off balance and she flopped onto the slut's torso.

And, when all of this happened, she let out a yell I didn't expect. Short, but loud, as if the force of the dildo had pushed it right out of her. She turned her head so she could look at me. Her body still shivered as intense feelings were running through her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily. A smile slowly formed on her face.

This went on for a while. I never wanted Rita to anticipate when I would press the button, as that would spoil my fun. But, I also wanted her to enjoy the times I did press it, almost as she was pressing it, herself. Now, the slut, I don't know if she enjoyed it or not. It was difficult to say how she really felt during all of that. But, she was our fuck toy and that was her job.

Speaking of job, Rita was sure doing one to that dong. Up and down, up and down, she went. Hissing in and out, grinding from side to side, her body was tensing up as she rode that thing. And, I liked sitting there watching. Every so often, I pressed that button, causing two women to react, in their own way. 

The last time I pressed the button, Rita was riding that dildo hard and fast. I didn't think pressing the button would make much of a difference, but I was wrong. She was forcing herself up and down, making the slut work hard, just to breathe. When, Rita had the whole thing inside her, she would sit up straight with her head tilted back and grind on it, hard. She was rubbing her clit and moaning as little shivers of sensation ran through her.

I waited until she was pulling herself up and had almost made it to the tip. She wasn't leaning over the slut's body, at that point. She had her hands on the slut's hips.  I pressed the button. The slut's hips came up and that forced Rita to lean back. The slut's head came up and forced the dildo up, too. That motion and Rita's backward momentum pushed the dildo up her pussy. 

Once it was most of the way inside, Rita's body weight pushed the slut's head back down. Rita let out a lust filled gasp as she landed on that dildo. Her ass smashed hard against the slut's face at the same time her head hit the ottoman's cushion. I could hear whimpers from beneath Rita's ass, and the slut's wiggling body told me she needed to breathe. Rita was shaking and groaning with that big dildo deep in her pussy. She was too involved to notice.

It didn't look like Rita cared what was going on, so I rushed over and pushed her forward, so the slut could breathe. I don't think Rita was even aware of what I'd done. She kept moaning and jerking around. She kind of looked like she was riding a bucking bronco pony. After I'd shoved her forward, I could see her pussy twitching around that big purple cock.

I stood there for a short time and watched as Rita fingered herself. She was shoving two fingers hard up her ass with one hand and the other was busy on her clit. All of a sudden, her legs started shaking and her moans got louder. Her pussy was clutching at that dildo, but it was slowly sliding out of her. 

It sure looked like Rita was just about to cum so I decided to give her one last little treat. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her up and back. That dildo started slowly inching its way back inside her. Then, when it was about half way in, I pressed the green button on the remote. The slut's body jerked and her head came up.

I still had a handful of Rita's hair, so she wouldn't be pushed forward. That dildo slid right in her wet hole, and she arched her back when she felt it go in. I pulled her on back and she let out a loud cry of lust. She sat there on that big thing and came all over the slut's face, just like Lucy had. She pushed up with her legs then dropped back down on it, several times. Each time she let out another little cry of pleasure. She eventually fell forward, and relaxed on the toy's body.

The slut was whimpering, too. I guess the batteries in that vibrator were still going strong, not to mention those in the zapper. I wonder what nasty little thoughts were going through Rita's head, when her fingers were shoved up her ass. Ride 'em cowgirl! I guess Purple Passion is a good name for that thing.

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My New Boss Ch. 17



I have received such wonderful feedback regarding this series! I am so pleased to know that so many people are enjoying it. Forgive me that I cannot find the time to reply to every message individually, but know that I have read them and appreciate your kind words, suggestions, praise and even the criticism. 

The story is coming to an end. Most of these chapters have been short, but the final two will be longer. I hope everyone continues to follow Brooke and Paul's journey. 

The final chapter is in the works and will be posted as soon as possible. Enjoy! 

-Bethanie

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Saturday morning greeted us with a warm blast of sunshine beaming across the bed. 

I looked over and noticed that Paul was still asleep. I worked my way out from underneath his arm and went to the bathroom. When I came back, he still hadn't moved. I looked at the bedside clock and decided to go downstairs and see what I could make us for breakfast. 

I started to pull on my jeans, when I realized that my top was still on the kitchen floor. I glanced down at the pile of clothes and chose to slip on Paul's dress shirt instead. I smiled as I buttoned up the too-large shirt. I leaned my face down and smelled the collar. It still smelled like his cologne. I walked downstairs as I finished rolling up the sleeves.

Before walking to the kitchen, I paused at the large wall of windows overlooking the lake. It was still early and even though the sun was shining, a foggy mist was still settled over the water. I took a deep, relaxing breath and walked to the kitchen.

After inspecting the refrigerator and cabinets, I realized that I had all of the ingredients that I needed to make blueberry pancakes, so I got to work. The kitchen was a dream to work in...much larger than mine. As I started mixing the batter, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my hips. 

"This is my new favorite shirt." Paul said against my neck. 

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" I continued stirring.

"Because now, every time I wear it, I'm going to think of how much better you look in it." He kissed me tenderly, then hugged me from behind, placing his head on my shoulder to see what I was making.

"Blueberry pancakes?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Is that ok?" 

"Absolutely. I was going to make us toast and coffee. Thank God you beat me to the kitchen." he laughed as he released me. "What can I do?" he asked.

"Nothing. Just go sit down and keep me company. Besides...I owe you a breakfast. You made me an omelet the other morning." I grinned. 

"Well, you're forgetting one thing." he said as he slid onto a stool on the other side of the counter. 

"What's that?" I asked without turning around.

"I made your omelet naked." he said bluntly.

I set the bowl of batter onto the counter and turned around. Paul was leaning on the counter, waiting for my reply. I didn't say a word, I just slowly unfastened each button and held the shirt closed at my chest. 

"Fair is fair, Brooke." He grinned and shook his head.

I smiled and nodded. I let his shirt slide off of my shoulders and down my arms. It fell to the floor. I turned around and bent over in front of him to pick it up. He had a perfect view of my pussy nestled between my thighs. I stood up, tossed it to him and went back to stirring the batter.

"Fuck. This might be the perfect morning." he laughed.

The stove was in front of the counter that Paul was sitting at, so I had to turn around to pour the batter onto the griddle. I smiled and cocked my head at him playfully as I walked to the stove. 

"Would you like some coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah...I can get it, though." he started to get up.

"No, no...you just sit there and relax, Mr. Taylor." I smiled. I walked around and got a mug and poured his coffee for him. I made it exactly how he liked it and walked it around the counter to him. I kissed him on the cheek as I slid the steaming mug in front of him. 

"Just how you like it, Sir." I said sweetly and walked back to flip the pancakes.

"So...what do you want to do today?" I asked as I got plates and silverware out of the cabinet.

"Nothing, really. I just want to eat. Then fuck you. Then shower together. Then fuck you again. Then sleep. Then fuck you again..." he trailed off, sipping his coffee.

I giggled. "Whatever you want!" 

I stacked a few pancakes on a plate and pushed them across the counter in front of me to Paul. I grabbed the butter and syrup and handed them to him. I got a plate of food for myself and walked around to sit down next to him. 

"Do you mind if I put your shirt back on? The seat is cold." I pouted.

"Well..." he teased.

"I'll leave it unbuttoned." 

"Fine." He grinned as I shrugged his shirt back on and sat down. 

"Did you sleep well?" he asked. 

"Very well. You?" 

He took a bite and nodded.

"So, all you want to do today is have sex and sleep?" I smiled. 

"Unless there's something else you want to do?" 

"Why don't we go on the lake? It's beautiful and I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be warm today."

"Yeah, we can do that. I haven't taken the boat out in awhile. Should be fun." 

We ate in silence for a few minutes. I looked around the kitchen, then over my shoulder at the large living area.

"You said that you got this place from your father?" I asked.

"Yep. About...5 years ago. Right before he passed."

"Oh, I'm sorry." 

Paul shook his head. "It's ok. Dad was a pretty well-known lawyer in Seattle. He had several properties. He split them up between me and my brother. When he died, I moved out of my apartment, into the house I'm in now and he gave me this lake house." 

"And you have a brother?" I asked curiously. My mind wandered back to the bookshelf in Paul's living room. I recalled seeing a picture of Paul and another man about his age. I remembered thinking that he looked like he could be Paul's brother.

"Tim. He's a couple years older than I am." he nodded. "What about you? You're from Oklahoma, right?"

"Yeah. My parents were pretty devastated when I decided to move so far away from home, but I needed to get away. Small town syndrome. Wanted to see more than the one stop sign in the middle of our little town." I shrugged. 

"Why Seattle?" 

"I'm not sure. I just remember going through college brochures and Seattle seemed like a good fit for me. I don't regret it for a second. I love it here."

"Me too." he replied, wiping his mouth and finishing his coffee. 

I took one last bite. "Were your pancakes ok?" I asked.

"They were delicious. Thank you." he leaned over and kissed my temple.

"You cooked, I'll clean." he said, scooping up our dishes.

"You don't have---" 

"Quiet. Yes I do. You go relax. I'll find you in a few."

I smiled and stood up off of the barstool. I walked upstairs and went to the bathroom, pulling off Paul's shirt as I went. I retrieved my soap from my bag and turned the shower on full blast. Steam filled the room, fogging up the glass walls of the shower. I stepped inside and stood underneath the large showerhead. I let the hot water soften my skin. I was turning a deep shade of pink as I massaged my neck under the water.

As I reached for the body wash, I noticed Paul standing at the bathroom door. I cracked the glass shower door open.

"Why don't you join me?" I smiled, water dripping heavily off my eyelashes.

"I was going to, but truthfully, I'm really enjoying watching you." He smiled and leaned against the sink. His erection was obvious.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled.

"Yeah. Give me a little show, Brooke." 

"I can do that." I winked and closed the door. 

The steam on the glass made everything soft and blurry, but I knew that my body was still very visible to Paul. I ran my hands through my dark, wet hair, shaking it out and letting it cling to my back. I turned around to face him and squeezed a small amount of body wash across my breasts. I massaged it into my chest, squeezing my soapy breasts together, then dropping my head back to cleanse my neck and shoulders. As I washed my arms and torso, I opened my eyes and looked at Paul. I couldn't make out his expression due to the steam, but I could see his hand rubbing his cock through his briefs. I smiled and I was pretty sure I saw him smile back.

I grabbed my sponge and worked more soap onto the flat surface of my tummy. I rubbed large circles over my skin, around my belly button and down my hips and the tops of my thighs. I turned around and covered my backside in the creamy foam. I looked over my shoulder and gently pressed my ass against the glass. Once I was confident that he got a good look, I stood up and walked to the other side of the impressive shower stall. 

A long, granite bench sat along the shower wall. I sat down on the warm stone, bent over and washed down my calves and feet, then let my hands wander back up. I slowly opened my knees, exposing my warm pussy to Paul. I knew that he probably couldn't see it clearly, but I also knew that what I was doing was completely obvious. I looked up at him. By this point, he had taken his underwear off and kicked them to the side. I watched him massage his dick while I grabbed my sponge and started rubbing my thighs. I moaned softly and my voice bounced off the tile. 

After a few moments of teasing us both, I finally dropped the sponge and squirted a thick drop of soap just below my belly button. I watched as it slowly slid down to my pelvis, finally using my fingers to massage it onto my pussy. I groaned and pushed my head against the wet wall behind me. My skin was sensitive and aching for his touch. I was hoping that he'd join me, but he was still waiting. 

I needed release. I reached above me and grabbed the detachable showerhead. I spread my legs completely apart, resting my feet on either side of me on the bench. I turned on the small nozzle and aimed the pulsing spray directly against my clit. My back arched off the wall. I moaned as the hot water began to beat against my flesh. My right hand kept the water fixed on my pussy and my left hand traveled up to pinch my nipples tightly.

"Ohhh...Ohhh...yesss..." I whimpered.

I looked at Paul. He was furiously pumping his cock. 

"Fuck...please come fuck me, Mr. T-Taylor!" I groaned. "Please!" 

He didn't need anymore convincing. Paul jerked open the glass door and pulled me off of the bench. I dropped the hand spray and slid up the length of his firm body as the water from the main shower head poured down on top of us. I reached my hands up and grabbed fistfuls of his wet hair. His erection was pinned between us. He reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his body as he crushed me against a glass wall. 

"You're so fucking sexy, Brooke." he groaned into my neck. His lips slid against my skin and his hands tangled into my wet hair.

"Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me!" I begged. 

Paul groaned and lined his cock up beneath me. All of the water, combined with my own slippery wetness made for an effortless entry. We stared at each other while he pushed into me completely in one firm thrust. Our combined cries echoed off the walls around us. Using the wall for leverage, Paul slammed into me over and over. 

"Let me ride you." I whispered against his lips. 

He groaned and pealed me off the wall. He managed to stay inside of me as he sat down on the wide bench. I planted my feet on either side of his hips and steadied my hands on his shoulders. I started to rise and fall on his cock slowly, staring at him the entire time. I whimpered when the thick head of his cock popped out of me. I reached down, grabbed it and shoved it back into me urgently, biting my lip to keep from screaming. 

My ride went from controlled and deliberate to frantic and wild. I couldn't slow down. I needed to feel him cum inside of me. All of the lust and passion of the last week was building up internally, and I felt like it was all going to come flooding out of me at any moment.

Paul must have sensed that I was on the verge of some major sexual and emotional release because he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. 

He wrapped a hand behind my head and pulled my ear to his mouth. He whispered to me as I fucked him.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Brooke. I love to watch you bounce on my cock. Ride it, baby. I want to watch you cum..." he grunted in my ear.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and cried out as my orgasm started. 

"Oh yeah...oh fuck. Fuck! Paul! Oh yes!" I cried out. 

"That's it, baby. Fuck... Brooke." Paul leaned forward and attached his lips to mine, sucking my lower lip into his mouth. 

"Oh yeah...I'm coming, Brooke. Keep... riding me. I'm...gonna...cum!" he groaned and shouted as he found his release. 

I saw stars. His fingers were digging into my body and mine into his. I grabbed onto him, afraid to ever let go. My mind and my body were having such an intense reaction to him, that I wasn't even fully aware of the words that were about to fall out of my mouth.

"Oh fuck, I love you. Oh my God, I love you, Paul!" I cried, lowering my forehead against his shoulder. My body shuddered uncontrollably as the height of our climaxes hit us simultaneously.

"Oh God...Brooke." he moaned, pulling my face off of him. He kissed me deeply. "I love you."

And then, everything became very still and very quiet.

The only thing I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears and the soft pulse of the water as it sprayed across our tangled bodies. 

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I took a deep breath and lifted my head off of his shoulder. I couldn't even look him in the eye. I was too afraid of what I'd see. I knew that I'd said those words because I meant them. I was terrified that he only repeated them back to me because he felt like he had to, or just from the heat of the moment. 

I kissed his cheek and stood up, stepping underneath the main showerhead. Paul leaned forward and ran his hand along my leg. Neither of us said anything. I ran my hands across my face. I just wanted to disappear. I was kicking myself for letting my guard down. He said from the beginning that he wasn't interested in anything but having fun. That was our agreement from day one. 

Now, only one week later, I was a pitiful, desperate girl who just confessed her love to her boss while fucking him in his expensive shower. It was ridiculous. I was ridiculous. I could feel my face getting hot. I turned to walk out of the shower when Paul grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. His expression was one of genuine concern.

I swallowed. "Nothing. I'm fine. I'm just too warm. I need to get out." 

"Brooke..." he said as he tried to pull me back towards him.

"Really. I'm fine. I just want to get out." I pulled my wrist out of his grip and got out of the shower. 

I closed the door behind me and grabbed a towel. I wrapped it around me tightly and started to brush my teeth. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw Paul drop his head down, then stand up and start to shower. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was convinced that I completely fucked up a good thing by opening my big mouth. 

I rinsed my toothbrush and shut off the water. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my damp hair up. I walked out to the bedroom and started to take clothes out of my bag. I heard Paul turn off the water and get out of the shower. He walked into the bedroom behind me, still wet and naked. He grabbed my bag and threw it on the floor next to the bed. I felt him reach around me, loosen my towel, then throw it into the bathroom. 

He pulled me down onto the bed and snuggled me from behind, his strong arms wrapped around me. His lips pressed against my neck.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to run. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to tie me down again and fuck me like crazy . 

I shook my head, trying to chase out my scattering thoughts. I knew that I needed to pull myself together. 

"Brooke. We need to talk about this." he said against the back of my neck.

"There's nothing to talk about. I shouldn't have said anything. Ok? Can we please just drop it? I don't' want to ruin the weekend. I'm fine." I shrugged out of his grip and stood up. I pulled my bikini out of my bag. 

"Why don't we just get out of here? Let's get on the boat." I suggested. 

Paul sighed heavily and nodded. "Alright. Let's go." 

We both got dressed. I pulled a top on over my bikini and slipped into a pair of flip flops. Paul put on a pair of trunks, grabbed some drinks and we walked outside to the dock. 

It was almost noon and the air was already warm. Paul walked down to the small boat garage and opened it up. I followed him in and he helped me step onto the small speedboat. I knew very little about boats, but I could tell that this one was nice. I ran my hands along the white leather seat as Paul started the engine. He did a few checks and inspections before pulling the boat out into the sunshine. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes as he drove the boat further away from the house and onto the sparkling lake.

After several minutes, Paul reached over and rubbed my knee.

"Thanks for suggesting that we do this." he yelled above the breeze. "It's been awhile. I forgot how much fun it is out here." He smiled. I smiled back and nodded. 

We darted across the water at different speeds, he made a few sharp turns, making me squeal like a little girl. After several minutes, Paul finally stopped the boat and let it bob gently in the middle of the lake. He swiveled his captain's chair around and pulled some sunscreen out of a lockbox. He pulled off his sunglasses and rubbed some lotion onto his face. He handed me the bottle.

"Could you do my back?" he grinned. I grabbed the bottle. 

"Yes, Sir." I smiled. 

I poured the thick lotion into my hands and started to massage it into his skin. I let my fingers drag against his muscular neck and back, making sure that I got him completely covered. I turned him around and started to coat his chest and arms as well. 

"Brooke, listen, I ---" he started. I sighed. I knew what he wanted to say. I just did not want to talk about it. I knew my emotions would get the better of me and that it would ruin everything, if it hadn't already been destroyed in the shower. 

"Paul, please. Please. I just don't want to talk about it. Can we just pretend that it didn't happen? Please?" I stopped rubbing him and just stared at his eyes, silently pleading him to drop it.

He nodded. "Fine. I won't bring it up again." He held up his hands in surrender. 

"Thank you." I leaned forward and kissed him. "My turn." I turned around and pointed to my back, motioning for him to rub sunscreen on me. 

"My pleasure." He set the bottle down next to me and untied the back of my white bikini. My hands immediately grabbed my breasts to keep them from being exposed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking around. There were other boats on the water, but no one was even remotely close to us. 

"Relax. No one can see you." he replied as he pulled the string around my neck loose. He reached in front of me and peeled my top off, tossing it to my feet. I continued to look around nervously as he massaged the coconut scented lotion into my skin. He worked his fingers deep into my muscles. I groaned and closed my eyes. His hands slowly traveled from my back to my stomach. He rubbed across my belly, pulling me back against him. I leaned back into his lap and, inch by inch, his hands worked their way up to my breasts. 

"Hey. You're just supposed to be rubbing my back." I smiled.

He pinched my nipples firmly. "Sorry. I just can't be near these perfect tits without getting my hands on them." he laughed against my neck.

I sat up and turned around. I rubbed lotion into my arms and legs, then walked to the back of the boat and laid down, stretching out on a towel. I could feel the bob and sway of the water beneath us. That, coupled with the sound of the water slapping against the side of the boat and the warmth of the sun left me more relaxed than I had been in ages. 




My New Boss Ch. 17



"Why don't you come lie down with me?" I lifted my head and patted the towel next to me. Paul crawled down and laid next to me. Our fingers laced together and we both exhaled deeply.

"I don't want to go to work on Monday." I groaned.

"Shhh. Don't mention work." he laughed.

I giggled. "Sorry." 

"So...what's going on with that Darrin kid? Has he asked you out?" 

"Darrin? Yeah. He asked me out earlier this week. I told him that I wasn't interested in getting involved with anyone. I felt bad for lying. He really is a nice guy." I shrugged.

"If you weren't involved with me, would you have gone out with him?" 

"I don't know. Maybe. He's nice. Why?" I asked.

"I don't know. I can just really tell that he likes you. It's not like the other men who just really enjoy looking at you. Darrin looks at you differently. He looks at you like I look at you." he said as his thumb stroked my knuckles.

"Oh yeah? And how exactly do you look at me?" I grinned.

"Well, besides wanting to fuck you all the time? I just genuinely enjoy being around you. You're smart, you're funny, you're kind...you're the total package, Brooke." he picked my hand up and kissed my palm. I rolled towards him and snuggled into his side. 

"Thank you. I have to say, you're pretty incredible, too." I smiled. 

He leaned down and kissed me. 

I pulled away from him abruptly. 

"Alright! Enough of this. Teach me how to drive this thing!" I smiled, reaching down to pull him up. He laughed and shook his head. I put my bikini top back on and climbed in the Captain's chair as Paul instructed me. We spent the next couple of hours bouncing across the water, laughing and truly enjoying each other's company. The longer we spent on the lake, the more hopeful I was that he would forget the fact that I said, "I love you" after only a week. 

A little after 2pm, we were both tired and hungry, so Paul drove us back to his dock. He parked the boat and we went inside. We ate a quick lunch, then collapsed together on the couch and watched a little television. He settled on some action movie, but we both dozed off soon after it began. As my eyes struggled to stay open, I felt him grab a thick blanket off the back of the couch and cover us up. I leaned in against him and inhaled his scent deeply. 

I drifted off to the sounds of a car chase on the television, and the feeling of Paul Taylor's chest underneath my cheek. 

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I opened my eyes. I sat up and rubbed them. I looked down to see that I was still in my bikini. I glanced next to me, but Paul wasn't there. The clock on the wall told me that it was 5:30pm. I stretched and stood up. I could smell something wonderful coming from the kitchen. 

I walked in and found Paul preparing some steaks to take outside to the grill on the deck. He smiled when he saw me walk in. 

"Hey, baby. Sorry if I woke you up." 

"You didn't. What can I do to help?" I asked. 

"Nothing. Everything is about ready except for the steak. It should be ready soon. Just relax. I'll call you when it's ready." he smiled. 

I nodded and walked upstairs. I went to the bathroom. When I glanced in the mirror, I realized that I'd gotten more sun on the water than I realized. My cheeks, chest and shoulders were all pink. I pulled off my bikini and decided to take a quick shower.

As I lathered up, I glanced around the stall. I cringed at the thought of what happened in there just hours before. 

The sex. It was amazing, as usual. In fact, it was some of the best sex we'd had yet. I just needed to focus on having fun and enjoying our time together, instead of obsessing about what I said. Soon enough, we would be back at work with enough distractions to keep us both from thinking about what we said.

I washed my hair and repeated to myself that we had just said it in the heat of the moment. 

They were JUST words. They meant nothing. 

>>>>

After a quick shower, I dried my hair and put on a little makeup. I pulled on the only outfit that I brought with me: A white tank top and a long, soft, red skirt. I walked downstairs, but Paul wasn't in the kitchen. He must have gotten dressed while I was in the shower, because when I looked on the deck, he was lighting candles, wearing a white button up shirt and some casual khaki shorts. I walked out to the deck. 

"Hey...you didn't have to do all this." I smiled, gesturing to the table.

"I know. I wanted to." He shrugged and walked over to me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me and stepped back. He pulled out my chair. I raised my eyebrows. 

"Thank you. What's the occasion?" I asked.

"No occasion. I just wanted to make you a nice dinner." he smiled.

"No ulterior motives?" 

"Give me a break, Brooke. I can be a gentleman when I want to be." 

I laughed. "Ok. Prove it. Keep your eyes on mine during the whole meal. Nothing sexual. No games. Deal?" 

He snorted. "Deal." 

I smiled as he poured me a glass of wine. 

"Thank you." He bowed dramatically. I laughed.

"You don't have to be THAT much of a gentleman." 

He smiled and sat down. We started to eat our meals. To my surprise, the non-sexual conversation flowed easily between us. We talked about our upbringings and our families. We discussed our hobbies and interests. Everything felt natural and comfortable. I felt like I'd known him forever. As I watched him talk, I realized that I was listening to less and less of what he was saying, and thinking more and more about my feelings for him. The more I got to know about Paul, the more I realized that we did, in fact, have a lot in common. A breeze blew across the deck and made me shiver.

"You cold? We can move inside." he suggested.

"No, I'm ok. It's really beautiful out here." I glanced up at the dark sky and out at the glittering water. I took a long drink of my wine and sat back in my chair.

"That meal was wonderful. Thank you." I smiled. "I'm going to clear our dishes, then I'll be back out with some more wine. Be right back." I grabbed our plates and walked to the kitchen. Paul had already cleaned up everything except our dinner plates, so the clean up was quick. I reached into the wine fridge and pulled out another bottle. I walked back outside and filled our glasses. I sat back down across from him. We were quiet for several minutes, just enjoying the wine, the sounds of the water and the warm, evening breeze. 

"So, Brooke...did I pass the test? I didn't stare at your tits once. It nearly killed me." he said as he took a drink.

"Yes. You passed. You really are capable of being a gentleman. You proved me wrong." I laughed. 

"So, what now? Do I get a reward?" 

"What kind of reward are you wanting?" 

"Well, you could start by taking your clothes off." he grinned behind his wine glass.

I shook my head. "I have a better idea." I said as I stood up. I kicked off my sandals and walked down the stairs of the deck, towards the dock. I looked back at Paul.

"Come on!" I motioned for him to follow me. 

We made it down to the swaying dock. I looked around. It was completely dark. The lights from the house were far enough away that I knew that there was no way any of the distant neighbors could possibly see us. I stripped off my top. I was naked underneath. In the darkness, I could see a smile spread across Paul's face. He watched as I wiggled out of my skirt, kicking it aside. I walked to the edge of the dock and jumped into the warm water. I swam out a few feet and turned around in enough time to see Paul jerk his shorts down and jump in behind me. I swam out further and he followed. I made it out far enough that my feet just barely dragged against the sandy earth at the bottom of the lake. The water was up to my chin. 

Paul ducked under the water and swam between my legs. I squealed and turned around as he came up for air. He shook his hair and moved towards me, rubbing his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. The current in the water caused our lips to break apart. I moved in closer and wrapped my weightless body around his. I gripped his hair and kissed him harder. His hands moved up and down my slippery back. 

"Mmmm. This weekend has been exactly what I needed, Brooke." he groaned. "Thank you for coming with me, baby." 

"You're thanking me. Are you kidding? An entire weekend away with my sexy boss? How can I make it up to you?" I kissed him again.

"Well, for starters, you can let me see that perfect body." 

He lifted me up out of the water, over his head. Water poured off of me before he threw me backwards and dunked me under. I came up coughing and laughing. I splashed him and he dove towards me. I squealed and tried to swim away, but I couldn't move fast enough. He caught me effortlessly. Once again, I wrapped my legs around his torso. He reached up and gripped my breasts tightly. I moaned against his neck. His lips found mine in the darkness. We kissed until our lips were sore. It was as if our kisses were saying everything that we couldn't. After several minutes, I pulled my swollen mouth off of his.

"Take me inside...fuck me hard, Sir." I whispered.

Paul groaned and started moving us back towards the dock. Once we reached the stairs, he climbed up, then reached his hand down to help pull me out of the water. We stood under the small outdoor shower briefly. The water poured down our bodies, rinsing away the lake water. Paul grabbed our clothes and pulled me inside. He hit the light switch and locked the door behind us as we entered from the deck. He dropped our things on the floor and pushed me against a wall. He lowered his face close to mine but never touched me. 

"So, you want me to fuck you hard?" 

I moaned and nodded.

"Are you sure? Because I haven't really fucked you all that hard yet, Brooke." 

I couldn't speak. I just stared at him. 

"Nothing to say? You just want to be fucked?" he asked quietly.

I swallowed and nodded. He didn't reply. He just smiled darkly. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I braced my hands on his muscular back as he walked up the stairs to the bedroom. He threw me down on the bed. He walked across the room and reached into one of his bags. 

As he walked back to the bed, he held up two small items. I looked closer and took a deep breath when I realized what they were. 

A classic, red ball gag and a shiny, silver butt plug. 

I looked at Paul nervously. 

He shrugged his shoulders and threw them on the bed. "You wanted rough, baby." 

Instinctively, I scooted back on the bed. I wasn't afraid of him, but I'd never had anything other than his finger up my ass. That plug looked intimidating. Paul walked around the bed and pulled a bottle of lube out of the side table drawer. He tossed it on the bed with the other items. He climbed on top of me and pressed me into the mattress. 

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes." I answered truthfully.

"Yes...?" He grinned as he waited for me to complete the sentence.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Why are you nervous? You wanted rough. You're going to get exactly what you asked for." 

I inhaled. "I'm just afraid that it's going to hurt." 

"Well, I'm going to gag you, so you won't be able to safe word. If it does become too much for you to handle, snap your fingers and I'll stop immediately. Understood?" He stared deep into my anxious eyes.

I nodded. "Ok. Yes, Sir." 

"Make sure you give it a chance, though, because I think you'll really enjoy this." He smiled and kissed me. He leaned back and rolled me over onto my stomach. 

"Lift your knees up. Raise your ass in the air." he commanded. I did as I was told, lifting my backside up, but keeping my arms and torso on the bed. He smacked my right cheek firmly. I moaned.

"Higher." 

I groaned and lifted my ass up as high as I could, arching my back sharply. 

"Good girl." He leaned over me and wrapped the gag around my mouth. He placed the ball between my teeth and fastened the buckle behind my head. My heart started pumping faster. Once the gag was in place, I laid my head down on the bed, and closed my eyes, trying to calm my unsteady breathing.

"Are you alright, Brooke?" he asked calmly.

"Mmm-hmm." I grunted behind the gag. 

"Very good." 

Paul got off the bed and walked to the front corner. He grabbed my left wrist and secured it to the cuff that was still there from the night before. I looked up at him, wide eyed. He didn't say a word. We just stared at each other as he clipped the cuff into place. He walked around to the other side of the bed slowly. As he circled the bed, I knew that he was staring at my body. I was completely exposed and vulnerable and I knew that he loved it. Once I felt him grab my right wrist, I rolled my head to the other side and stared at him again. 

The buckle clicked with a loud, metallic sound. He smiled at me. I could feel my saliva starting to pool in my mouth. Paul reached down and smoothed a piece of hair off of my face. 

"You're really fucking beautiful, Brooke," he said quietly. I closed my eyes. My pussy was already lubricating itself and Paul hadn't even touched me yet. I breathed heavily through my nose. Paul walked behind me and climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. 

Paul dragged his warm hands up the sides of my thighs, letting them rest on my hips. I could feel his erection brushing against my legs. His hands started to massage my ass, working the muscles and letting his fingers brush against my tight hole. I groaned. I heard him laugh softly.

"You're alright, Brooke. I'm going to go slow," he said quietly as his fingers explored my ass.

I closed my eyes tightly. His fingers dropped down and slipped easily into my wet pussy. I moaned around the gag. He pumped them in and out slowly, letting my wetness coat his fingers. After several slow, deliberate pumps, he pulled his fingers out and spread the wetness around my asshole. My lower body jerked in response. Paul spanked my ass with his free hand. 

"Hold still, Brooke." 

I whimpered and felt a small trickle of spit run out the side of my mouth. 

Paul continued smearing my sticky fluid around with his thick fingers. As my mind tried to focus on what he was doing with his hands, I hadn't prepared myself for what was coming next. 

He started talking. 

"So, Brooke. I've been trying to talk to you about something all day long," he said quietly as he pushed the tip of his pinky through the tight rim of my asshole. I sighed heavily and tried to bury my face in the mattress. He continued talking, despite my obvious desire for him not to.

"I know you said to drop it, but I'm not going to. You need to know something," his voice tightened as he pushed his finger into me deeper. I pinched my eyes shut. He started to slide his little finger in and out of me slowly. I heard him click open the bottle of lube and drip it onto my asshole and his finger, working it into my hole. His free hand squeezed my left ass cheek tightly as he continued talking.

"You need to know that I meant exactly what I said this morning. I didn't say it because you did. I didn't say it because we were fucking and I was balls deep in a gorgeous woman," he said quietly. He pushed his finger into me roughly. "I said it because it's true. I don't know how it's even possible to know it this soon, but I do. Fuck, Brooke...I can't get you off my mind. I wake up and I want to be with you. I'm disappointed when you aren't in my bed next to me. When we aren't together, I can't focus because all I can think about is when I'll get to be with you again. I don't care if this makes you uncomfortable. I've wanted to tell you this all fucking day, but you haven't let me."

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't. How was it even possible to love someone after only a week? I didn't know how to process everything. My mind, my heart, my body...they were all telling me different things and I was completely confused. 

Paul pulled his pinky out of me completely. I sighed from relief, but the rest was short lived when I felt him push two lubricated fingers into me. I cried into the gag. 

"Shhh. You're alright. Just breathe," he said soothingly. 

I nodded and took several slow, deep breaths through my nose as he pumped his slick fingers in and out of me. When he wasn't talking, it gave me a second to focus on the intense pressure he was building inside of me. My pussy was dripping and desperate to be filled. My asshole was squeezing against his intruding fingers. My sensitive nipples were dragging against the sheet beneath me. Everything was building inside of me. I could feel it. We both could. 

"You're loving this, aren't you?" I could hear him smile. It took me a second, but eventually I nodded my head. 

"That's what I thought." He pumped his thick fingers a little faster, and a little deeper. Finally, I felt his knuckles press against my ass. I groaned. 

Suddenly, he jerked his fingers out of me. Everything was still for a second, until I felt the cold metal from the butt plug press against my puckered asshole. I tried to shake my head back and forth against the bed. My fingers squeezed into tight fists in the bonds. My soft whimpers turned to panicked cries as he pushed the head of the plug inside of me. I could feel him squeeze more lube onto it before sliding it into me further. It felt like I was being stretched to the breaking point. Just as I was ready to start snapping my fingers in a desperate plea for him to stop, I felt the plug push into me completely and my asshole gripped tightly on the tapered end. 

I was shaking. I was shaking from nerves, from excitement, from fear...from everything that was happening to me, emotionally and physically. My senses were on overload. 

"God, Brooke. You look so fucking sexy right now, baby," he groaned. He slapped my ass firmly on each cheek, then I felt him move and get off the bed. I tried to lift my head to see where he went, but I couldn't stretch my neck in that direction. I laid my head back down on the bed when I heard the distinct sound of a camera. 

He had gotten up to get his phone. I groaned loudly as I heard him snap a few pictures. I could feel him get some up close between my legs, one from farther back in the room, then he came around and snapped one of my face. The saliva had been pouring out of my mouth for several minutes and my cheeks were tear stained. He smiled at me. I hadn't snapped my fingers, so he knew that I was ok. He climbed back on the bed behind me and leaned over my back, laying his phone down in front of my face. 

"Look at yourself, Brooke," he whispered into my ear as he scrolled through picture after picture of me. I barely recognized myself. My ass was filled by the plug and glistening from the lube. My pussy was red and swollen. My ass cheeks were red from his hands. My lips were stretched tight around the gag. I looked sexy. I looked horny.

I looked desperate for his cock. 

Paul left his phone in front of me, fixed on an up close picture of my wet pussy and plugged ass. I stared at it as I felt Paul rub the head of his cock against my slit. 

"Brooke. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you hard. Just remember what I said. Snap your fingers if you can't take it," he said breathlessly as he pushed the head of his dick into me. My body jerked in response. I heard him take a deep breath, then he forced himself into me sharply. I screamed behind the gag. My eyes filled with tears. I had never felt so full...so stretched. 

Paul grabbed my hips and punched his cock into me rapidly. I felt him grab the plug and twist it. I started shaking uncontrollably. He could tell that my orgasm wasn't far away, and he reached underneath of me and started slapping my clit with his fingers. 

All of the building pressure just exploded. 




My New Boss Ch. 17



My pussy started gripping his cock. I could feel my wetness coating us as he pumped into me through my climax. Tears were pouring down my cheeks as the tremors shook me violently. I heard Paul start to grunt. He got louder and louder until finally, he screamed as his cum shot out of his dick and into my twitching cunt. His orgasm caused mine to go on forever. Slowly and very carefully, he pulled the warm, sticky plug out of my ass. I cried behind the ball gag. My body collapsed onto the mattress, causing his dick to slide out of me as well. I pressed my face into the sheets and started snapping my fingers. I needed the gag off fast.

Paul knew what I needed and reached up and unbuckled the clasp. He pulled the ball out of my mouth and I sucked in deep breaths of air, filling my lungs until it hurt. He crawled up the bed and pulled my wrists out of the cuffs as quickly as he could. I had no strength in my body. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. 

Paul lifted me up and pulled me into his chest, laying us back onto the bed. My body shuddered and shook for several minutes. He just smoothed my hair and kissed my forehead while I tried to regulate my breathing. 

Finally, when I stopped shaking, he broke the silence. 

"Are you ok?" 

I nodded against his chest.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked quietly.

I laughed and nodded again. I felt him smile against my hair. 

"Good. Me too. Was that rough enough for you?" 

"Fuck yes." I replied bluntly. He laughed. 

"I figured it would be. You're going to be sore tomorrow. We both will be, probably." 

I sighed and closed my eyes. 

"I smell like the lake. I'm going to shower. Want to join me?" I asked.

He nodded and stood up. He picked me up and carried me into the large shower, closing the door behind us. He turned on the water and it soaked us completely. The heat helped relax my aching muscles. I reached up and wrapped my arms around Paul's neck. 

We kissed softly. 

He pulled away from me and searched my eyes. I had no idea what for until he spoke. 

"Brooke. Tell me what you're thinking. About what I said. About what you said. About everything. Stop trying to run from it. Just tell me." 

I sighed and closed my eyes.

"I love you. I do and it scares the hell out of me."



My New Boss Ch. 18



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

(c) DVS 2006

I didn't give Rita much time to recover before I had her get up off the slut. She wasn't moving very fast, so I had to resort to taking the crop to her ass. That worked, but it had mixed results until I started swinging harder. Rita is such a pain slut.

Lucy went to remove the purple dong from the gag in the slut's mouth, but I stopped her. "No, Lucy, I think you might want that to stay where it is."

Lucy smiled. "Oh, really? OK."

I did want to change the slut's position, but not very far. I asked James to help me untie her from the ottoman. I intended on standing her up. The whole evening had been with her immobilized in different ways and I though it was time for her to do some of the legwork.

After we got her untied, we helped her up. She needed a lot of help to regain her balance. I wouldn't say she had been horizontal too long, because saying "too long" assumes an excessive amount. I didn't think the evening had been excessive. Although, it was safe to say she hadn't been vertical for quite a while.

After a short while, she could stand on her own. She stood there, completely free of any restraints. She could have made a dash for the door, if she wanted to. But, I knew she wouldn't. She made it clear to me from the beginning, that she was where she wanted to be. She rubbed her sore wrists and attempted to cover nakedness. She was a slut, but a modest one, I guess. She stayed exactly where James and I put her. Her feet didn't move.

It wasn't long before her modest posture changed. I got a spreader bar from James' bag and had Rita and Lucy hold it so it was in front of her at waist level. Pushing her forward, I made her lean over far enough so her wrists almost extended behind her thighs. I tied her wrists together, pulling the rope behind her legs and below her ass. With the spreader bar in front, she was bent over and tied that way. 

To make it even more secure, I also tied her thighs together, so her wrists and thighs were one. The way I had her tied forced her to bend her knees. The bar was sticking out on both sides, so she could be easily controlled or made stationary, if necessary.

Her ass was forced out, just like I wanted. Her asshole and pussy were exposed, and residual lube glistened in the crack of her ass. In that position, together with the purple dildo attached to her gag, she was no longer in a modest posture. She was ready to submit or be taken in most any way I wanted.

Rita and Lucy were still holding the spreader bar. Lucy had only one hand on it. Her other hand was between her legs. Seeing this, I couldn't help but comment. "Lucy, is something on your mind?"

She blushed and lowered her head. "This looks like fun, Sir. I can imagine what you have in mind."

"You think so, huh? Well, I'm sure you have ideas, because that purple thing is still dangling just below her nose. I saw how you rode that thing, but I'd think you might enjoy a rest." 

Lucy kept her face lowered, but I could see she a big smile on her face. "I'll share, Sir."

"I'm glad you said that, Lucy. But I knew you weren't greedy. We're all taking turns, here. Yours is coming around again, soon. Rest up."

Lucy looked at me and smiled. She pulled her fingers from her wet clit and slowly sucked on them. "I don't need a rest, Sir. I'm always ready."

Her lips devoured the glistening resin on her fingers. I couldn't take my eyes off her, as she sucked on them. "That's one of the things I like about you, Lucy." You're always ready for fun."

My plan was to have the slut do more work, this time, although we would still benefit from it. But, with everyone participating, we all needed an implement. Also, taking it even further, I had to match each player with the implement. For instance, I didn't want to give Rita a hard wood paddle. What I had in mind was to make us all as equal as possible. I was creating a little gauntlet of punishment for my slut.

I gave Rita the crop. It was a little vicious, but not as bad as a paddle. James went to his bag and got a strap. It wasn't a large one, nor was it very thick. But it was made of leather, and it had a handle. So with a good swing, it would cover the slut's ass and make a strong statement. I took the paddle. But, Lucy was without, and that wouldn't do. Rita pointed to the whip. It was on lying on the floor. Lucy approved, and I thought it was a good choice, too.

Everybody was armed, and I positioned the slut at the end of the line. She would do her best to walk the gauntlet, turn around and walk it again. We could use our implements to whip, paddle or whatever as much as we wished, as long as her ass was an available target. It would be to her advantage to go as quickly as she could.

James was at the beginning of the line, so he could have room to swing the strap. I was at the other end, so I could have room to swing the paddle, when she turned around for the return trip. Rita and Lucy were in the middle. Their implements didn't need a lot of swinging room.

The slut started down the line and the different smacking sounds were heard as her naked ass received it's due. The gag muffled her whimpers and cries, but her body jerked and twitched, when a well placed stroke landed.

Her ass was nice and white, because her asshole had been the party for most of the evening. Only during the beginning had her ass been smacked much. And, such a perfect target it was, too. Tied, and bent over like that, her cute little ass was just begging to get it. And it did get it. James was really swinging that strap. Although the slut tried to make him miss, when James swung, the slut's reaction told me she felt it.

Rita knew how to use the crop, and Lucy sure liked that whip. Both of them almost always got two smacks in, each time the slut passed. A whip and crop don't make much noise, so we got to hear the slut's whimpers, as they found their mark. The slut's ass was soon had several red welts on it.

I had planned it so I would be at the end where the slut had to turn around. It was difficult for her to change directions, so my target was stationary, at times. I got several pretty good smacks in, when she was trying to turn around. More than once, I helped her gain momentum, if you know what I mean.

But, it wasn't long before Rita mentioned that the slut was moving too fast and she didn't present a good target, sometimes. At first, I didn't think that was a problem. I thought it was just Rita looking for an edge. But James said he thought she needed to slow down, too. I knew he was less inclined to being greedy. Rita was always looking for an angle.

Quick thought told me I could just tell the slut to slow down, but she would probably eventually speed up, again. It was only natural for her to want to get through the line as fast as she could. So, I decided to remove that option from her. If she couldn't go any faster, her wishes wouldn't come into play.

I had her wrists tied to her legs, but to immobilize her more, I decided to tie her knees together. She could still move, but she was greatly limited in her speed. And, I knew it would also make it even more difficult to change directions. Yes, I can be mean, at times.

I got a fairly long piece of rope and wrapped it around her legs quite a few times, right above her knees. I also attached it to the rope her wrists were tied with, so she had very little movement from her knees up. That not only limited her movement, it also added to the show. She had to stand on her tiptoes, to move around and that made her ass wiggle nicely, as she moved past us.

That went on for quite a while. Her ass was getting pink and she wasn't moving as fast as she had in the beginning. But, that was part of the game and too bad for her. There also were welts on her upper thighs, where I'm sure Rita had been aiming that crop. The slut tried desperately to keep her ass from being a target of the paddle, but I had decided otherwise. Her creamy white skin was sure to become a nice shade of red. 

My greatest pleasure was the look in her eyes as she watched the paddle. She knew where it was going to land, and she did her best to change directions and wiggle on up the line before I could swat her ass with it. But, I always won.

The same thing was happening on the other end of the line for James. He had plenty of time to aim and swat her with that strap. The slut tried to beat us every time, but we always ended up beating her, literally. Sometimes I acted like I was going to smack her ass, only to hesitate a little. She got to anticipate the pain, and when I hesitated, she couldn't do that. I think she felt those swats more than the ones that she knew were coming.

I decided to add a little more fun to this gauntlet. And, what I had in mind involved Rita and Lucy. I had each of them sit in a chair, at the ends of the gauntlet line. James and I stayed in the middle. Lucy laid the whip on the floor, next to her chair. Rita put the crop on the floor by her chair.

The slut's new task was to make her way from one end of the line to the other. Lucy or Rita would hold their legs open, revealing their pretty pussy. The slut was to aim that purple dong at their pussy and fuck them with it, if they wanted her to. She wasn't to stop walking the gauntlet unless they wanted her to fuck them. But, they had the option to cross their legs at the last minute. Then, she was to turn around and head back through the line to the other end, where the same options applied. That was to go on, until both Rita and Lucy were satisfied or I stopped the game. And, of course, we all could take aim on her ass, when we wanted. It was a smacking good party.

Rita and Lucy sat down in chairs, about 10 feet apart. James and I stood between them. The slut started at Rita's end and did her best to get past James and me, on her way to Lucy's crotch. I watched as she passed James. He smacked her ass good several times. One time, I saw the strap catch the inside of her ass cheeks. Her body jerked after each swat, but she kept on going.

She tried not to look at me, as she passed. She just wanted to get by me without getting a swat. But, because she was slowed by the rope around her knees, I really had no problem keeping up with her. I walked behind her all the way to where Lucy was sitting, and I swat her ass about four times. She aimed that purple dildo at Lucy's pussy. She was almost there when Lucy grabbed two handfuls of hair and used the dildo to rub against her clit. In the position the slut was tied, it didn't take much to keep her at just the right angle. While Lucy held her there, I gave her a couple more swats. I could hear her protesting from behind the gag, as her ass was paying the price.

Lucy pushed her away, and crossed her legs. The slut groaned, and turned around. She saw me standing there, and tried to take a wide path to get past me. It didn't work. I aimed and the paddle made a nice smacking sound on her tender ass. I only got her once, but it was a good one. The muffled scream I heard told me that.

After she got past me, James was standing in waiting. She wiggled past him, but he still got her good with that strap. I could hear her yelp from where I was. And I loved the cute little jerks her body made when a swat landed. I was having fun.

After James got her with the strap, Rita was waiting in the chair, at that end of the line. But, Rita didn't cross her legs. In fact, Rita wanted that purple dildo inside her pussy, and she knew how to get it there.

When the slut got to her, Rita grabbed fists full of hair and pulled her head into position. Lifting her own legs up and over the slut's back, she pulled her even further down. Rita positioned her body so that dildo slid right up inside her. She let out a whimper of pleasure as it went deep inside her. The slut's whole body weight was behind it, so it got shoved in hard, but Rita held on like she was riding a bronco.

Because of the grip Rita had on the slut, her ass was in perfect position for some additional swats. I started over to get into position, but Lucy ran past me. She had that little whip in her hand and ready to swing.

When she got close enough, she landed one right at the base of the slut's ass, where her thighs start. Of course that startled the slut and made her jump from the pain. That forced the dildo deeper into Rita's pussy. Rita gasped but she kept a firm hold on her victim. I didn't think she was going to let go. Not Rita.

Lucy gave it to the slut again, and the same thing happened. Rita's teeth were clenched, and her head tilted back. She closed her eyes. She was in another place. The slut had to stay there and take it. She had no way of breaking free from Rita's grip, and her ass was just pleading for more swats.

I stood behind the slut and held up the paddle. Rita opened her eyes and saw me. She smiled, and nodded her head. I let the paddle rest on the slut's ass. She felt it there, and started wiggling around, like she was trying to ruin my aim. Not a chance. I gave her a nice beefy swat that covered both cheeks, just above her thighs.

Rita held on, as that swat made the slut jump forward, nearly pushing Rita and the chair backward. Rita yelled, like she really was riding a bronco. "Give it to her, good! I love this game. Come on, hit her, again! Beat her ass. Yee Haw!"

Well, that's all Lucy needed to hear. She butted in front of James and whipped that slut's ass two times, very fast. Rita was in heaven. I couldn't hear much from the slut, but her ass was sure getting red.

James grabbed Lucy by the arm and gave her a swat with the strap. Then, he shoved her out of his way. Lucy yelped when he swat her. He got her pretty good. She stood to the side, rubbing her ass.

I looked at Lucy and smiled. "We're taking turns, Lucy. You'll get another turn."

James pointed his finger at her. "If you don't play fair, we might have you change positions with the slut. Don't you think she would like to get a chance at your naked behind?"

A perfect pout formed on Lucy's face. But, I'm sure she understood that James meant what he said. He must have given her a real wallop, because she was still rubbing her ass.

I didn't know why she was even in line. She had a better spot, sitting in the chair. "Sit back down, Lucy. The slut will be coming your way in a second. Look at Rita. You can have some of that."

Well, I didn't have to tell her twice. Lucy made a dash for that chair. I laughed at the speed she moved. "Lucy, nobody's going to take it away from you. Just you and Rita can benefit this way. You won't see me or James fighting you for your seat."

"Well, I wanted to be ready," replied Lucy. "You know...just in case."

She had her legs open and her hands in her lap. She looked a little like a baseball catcher, the way she was sitting. And, I guess she was ready to catch something, when you think about it. Her body language was waiting for a strike.

Rita knew she couldn't hog the slut, but getting her to do that was still going to be difficult. Rita, like the rest of us, likes feeling pleasure. But, there are times when she likes it a little too much. I was wondering if she would let Lucy have any fun.

After talking with Lucy, I turned to see James aiming the strap. Rita was holding on to the slut and smiling from ear to ear. She knew what was coming. James had no trouble hitting the target. A direct hit, you might call it. Because the slut's face was buried in Rita's crotch, she couldn't tell when her ass was in danger. She was reacting before the fact in some cases, so even the slightest touch could make her jump.

But, that swat from James' strap was more than a slight touch. She was so startled, she jumped several inches into the air. That's just what Rita hoped would happen. She was moaning so much, I thought she was cumming. Maybe she was.

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My New Boss Ch. 18



Authors Note:

This is the final chapter of the story. I hope that everyone has enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. 

I'm very pleased with the feedback that you've given me and I hope to continue writing at some point in the future. I do have a few more stories in mind and I hope that they are as well received as this series.

Enjoy! 

-Bethanie

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We stood in the shower and stared at each other. Neither one of us knew what to say. 

I turned around and grabbed the shower gel and started to wash up. I rinsed off and handed it to him while I washed the lake water out of my hair. We just stood there, showered and watched each other. Finally, Paul broke the silence. 

"We need to figure this out," he mumbled.

"I'm just not ready to talk about it. I'm scared of ruining what we have, ok? You know how I feel, and I heard what you had to say. Although, I do think it was unfair of you to force a conversation on me while I had a ball gag in my mouth," I said sarcastically. I pushed his chest.

"Sorry. It was just the only way I could get you to listen to me! You've been blowing me off all day." 

He laughed as he leaned under the spray and rinsed the soap off of his body. He shut the water off. As we stepped out, I handed him a towel and wrapped one around myself. I started to dry my hair as he brushed his teeth and picked up the bathroom. I looked around the room. I was disappointed that we had to leave the next day, but I was almost looking forward to the distraction. All I wanted to do was avoid talking about where things were headed between us. It was too soon and I wasn't ready for it. 

I just knew that if we continued to throw the word 'love' around too easily that it would ruin the magic of what we had. 

Once I finished drying my hair, I brushed my teeth and cleared my things out of the bathroom, tucking them into my bag. Paul was laying in bed, waiting for me to join him. He lifted up the covers so I could climb in next to him. I dropped my towel into the laundry basket and climbed into the warm, soft bed with my handsome boss. He had shut off the bedroom lights and the only thing I could see was the warm, orange haze of the fire that was burning in the fireplace. 

Paul pulled me back against him and wrapped his arm around me. He sighed contently. 

"Thanks again for a great weekend. I really needed to get away," I whispered.

Paul's only reply was a kiss on the side of my neck. 

We snuggled under the blanket. His fingers would occasionally rub against my breasts or my stomach, but mostly we were just still and quiet. It was exactly what our tired bodies needed after a long, physically demanding weekend. 

After awhile, I sensed that Paul had fallen asleep. It wasn't long before I drifted off, too. I tried to think of ways that I could repay him for his generosity and for being just an all around great guy. As I dozed off, I decided that I'd make sure he woke up to a very special wake up call. 

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My phone vibrated against my face. I cracked one eye open and quickly shut it off. I rolled onto my back and looked out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise up over the lake. I had set the alarm the night before so that I could make sure to wake up before he did. I turned over and was happy to find him stretched out on his back. I allowed myself a minute to fully wake up before I got busy waking up Paul.

I sat up and delicately lifted the covers so I could peak down the muscular length of Paul's body. I smiled when I saw exactly what I had been hoping to see. 

Paul's dick was as hard as a rock. His impressive morning wood was going to come in handy when I gave him his special wake up call. I folded the blankets down carefully. Paul only stirred in his sleep slightly. I managed to get the linens down to his ankles without waking him, before positioning myself between his knees. 

His dick pulsed against his stomach. I pulled my long hair back as I watched him sleep. I hoped that he'd enjoy waking up to this as much as I was about to enjoy giving it to him. 

I licked my lips and leaned down, my mouth hovering just an inch above his cock. I slipped my tongue out and let it drag up his length, from his heavy balls to the thick head. He groaned in his sleep. I smiled as I let my soft lips kiss the tip . I picked up his stiff erection and squeezed it at the base. I licked my lips again and wrapped them around the red, swollen head. 

"Ohhh. Oh...fuck," Paul moaned sleepily. 

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was staring down at me. His eyes were heavy and filled with lust. I smiled at him, my mouth full of his throbbing cock. I maintained eye contact as I dropped my head lower, swallowing him, inch by delicious inch. His body tensed beneath me. His hands came up and grabbed either side of my face, helping to guide me down his shaft. I lowered my mouth until my lips met the surface of his pelvis. I pulled back quickly and took a deep breath, only to immediately push my mouth back down to the base of his cock several times in a row.

"Oh, baby. You're so good at this. God, keep going." 

His breathing was deep and heavy. I steadily worked my mouth up and down his dick. I pulled it out and, using my spit as lube, started to caress his shaft while I let my tongue lick his balls. He groaned and dropped his head back against the pillow. He lifted his hands and gripped the headboard behind him. I smiled as I sucked softly on each of his balls while my fist worked the slick, sensitive head. 

"I love to suck your dick, Sir," I moaned against his shaft, letting my tongue drag upwards from his sac. I wrapped my lips around the head, swirling around it. I could hear him panting. I pulled my lips off of him and licked around the rim of his dick. He moaned and wrapped his hand behind my head. 

"You love to watch me swallow this hard cock, don't you, Sir?" I ran my hands up his trembling stomach as I pushed him down into my throat over and over again. 

"Oh God. Yes. You look so fucking beautiful, Brooke," he panted. 

I grabbed the base and sucked as I pulled him out of my mouth again. I leaned over his pelvis and rubbed his dick between my naked breasts. I dragged a hard nipple down his length, then back up. I pushed my full tits together and started to slide them up and down his soaked shaft. Each time the glistening head poked out from in between my creamy cleavage, I'd let my tongue flick across the tip. The thick drops of his pre-cum coated my tongue. Paul reached down and grabbed my hard nipples. He pinched them tightly and used them to guide my tits up and down his cock faster. I moaned as the pain in my nipples quickly became a deep, radiating pleasure that coursed through me. I pulled away from him and grasped his manhood once again. I had to remind myself that it was about his pleasure and not my own. 

"Do you want to squirt your hot cum in my mouth, Sir?" I rubbed his leaking head all over my soft, pink lips. 

"Fuck...yesss," he growled. 

The muscles in his abdomen shook as I lowered my mouth back down onto his dick. This time, I didn't stop. I worked his cock like my life depended on it. I paid attention to every detail, making sure that I used my hands, my tongue, my throat. I gave him everything I had. My spit flowed heavily down his shaft. I moaned around him when he grabbed my ponytail tightly, pushing and pulling on my head forcefully. He shoved himself down my throat and held himself there, refusing to release me. Lucky for Paul, deep throating was my specialty. I let him bury himself in my throat for as long as he wanted. 

Paul lifted his back off the bed and grabbed my hair with both of his hands. He started grunting loudly.

"Fuck...close, Brooke. I'm close." 

Paul pushed me onto my back and quickly crawled on top of me. He started pumping on his slippery cock, aiming it at my face. I smiled, opened my mouth as wide as I could and closed my eyes. My hands reached up and cupped his tight balls. I whimpered as he started jerking his warm spunk onto my face.

His first heavy burst of cum landed across my mouth and nose. The second, an even stronger shot, went directly into the back of my throat. I moaned, swallowed, and quickly opened my mouth for more. The next two landed on my lips and cheek, and the final two fell on my bottom lip and chin. 

I opened my eyes and found Paul staring down at me. His face was red and strained, but he looked completely sated. I smiled at him, knowing that my face was covered in his thick, sticky cum. He shook his head. 

"Holy shit," he exhaled heavily. 

I licked my lips as he remained kneeling over me. He smiled and wiped a few thick drops of cum off of my cheek with his finger. He pressed his sperm covered fingertip onto the center of my tongue. I closed my lips around him and sucked it off greedily. He continued until my face was clean and I had swallowed all of it. 

"I wish you could wake me up like that every morning," he laughed. 

"Me too. You have no idea how much I enjoy doing that." 

"Really? It's not all that often that you find a woman who really loves to suck cock." 

"Well, what can I say? You found one!" I giggled. 

He pulled me back down onto the bed, and pressed my back against his chest. He inhaled my hair deeply and ran his hands along my naked body. His fingers found my swollen nipples. He circled around them, but never touched the engorged tips. My skin erupted in goosebumps. I moaned as he rolled me onto my back and climbed on top of me. His weight pressed me into the mattress. 

Paul spent the next 20 minutes just kissing and licking nearly every inch of my body. He sucked on my flesh. He bit me softly on my stomach, then he bit me even harder on my thighs...he was setting each and every nerve in my body on fire. By the time his mouth made it's way to my clit, I had wetness dripping down my pussy lips. I moaned his name as he licked my pussy from top to bottom with one, long swipe of his flattened tongue. He circled my rubbery clit, then finally clamped his mouth around it and brushed his tongue against it rapidly. I cried out as he gave me one agonizing orgasm after another. I jerked on his hair, not knowing if I wanted to push him away or to pull his face deeper into my warm cunt. Finally, after what felt like a dozen orgasms in a row, Paul climbed on top of me and slid himself into me effortlessly. 

We rocked against each other and worked ourselves into a sexual frenzy. My back arched off the bed and Paul wrapped his hands around my lifted waist. I felt like I was on fire. Everything was wet and warm. My soft panting transformed into deep grunts as he hammered into me relentlessly. My tits were shaking on my chest from the force of his thrusting. Even over our loud moaning, I could still hear the wet, squishing sounds of our combined juices. It all felt and sounded so obscene and so terribly erotic. 

Before I knew it, Paul had me bent over the side of the bed, pushing into me from behind. His hands clawed deeply into the fleshy muscle of my ass. 

"Come on, Brooke. Cum for me again, baby," he grunted as he spanked my ass.

"I-I...I can't," I whimpered. My body was exhausted and still sore from the night before. I grabbed at the sheets, squeezing them between my fingers.

"Yes you can, and you're going to." 

He spanked me even harder. The sharp pain connected directly with my pussy. I started to quiver.

"Oh fuck...spank me again. Please! I think I can cum if...if you keep spanking me," I pleaded. 

Paul's hand started smacking my tender ass, first on one side, then the other. I could feel the heat from his hand warming my stinging skin as he punched his cock into me. His pace was relentless. My final orgasm was building. Suddenly, I found a strength that I didn't know I possessed and I started rocking back and forth on his shaft. I could feel my pussy creaming all over him. Paul stood still and thrust his cock out, letting me ride him however I needed. I wrapped my hands in the twisted sheets and worked myself back and forth on his stiff rod. I could feel my nipples dragging against the bed. My breathing became staggered as I rode him, desperately searching for my orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Squeeze my cock. Squeeze that tight pussy around me, Brooke!" He groaned as my muscles started to flutter around him.

I screamed out as my climax tore through me. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward on the bed. Paul lifted my hips and pounded into me one final time, sending his cum into the depths of my body. 

He pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me. I was on my stomach, he was on his back. We just stared at each other and panted. He reached down and smacked my bare ass one last time. I laughed. 

This sex was unlike anything either of us had ever experienced, and it was only getting better.

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After we cleaned up the lake house and packed our things into Paul's car, we headed back towards the city. I held Paul's hand and let my other arm catch the warm breeze out the car window. My hair caught the wind and whipped around me freely. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the quiet drive. There was something so relaxing about being with Paul. I had no insecurities. He made me feel happy. He made me feel beautiful and desired. Just spending the weekend with him made me feel like a completely different woman. I was no longer the sad girl, mourning the loss of her latest relationship. 

After weeks of self pity, wondering why Evan decided to cheat on me after being together for so long, I felt like I'd finally let go of my old ghosts. I smiled to myself, when I realized that it was Paul that helped me work through it all. 

Paul hit a button on his steering wheel and turned down the music.

"You're smiling quite a bit," he observed. 

I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I am." 

"Care to tell me why?" 

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just...happy, I guess. It's been awhile since I've felt this relaxed." 

"Me too." 

"I just never imagined that I'd feel this comfortable with a man this soon."

"How come? You mentioned something about how relationships hadn't been kind to you. What's the story there?" 

I sighed. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to go into it, but I decided that in the interest of getting to know more about Paul, I'd have to give up more information about myself as well. 

"I just had a really bad breakup with my ex a couple of months before you came along. It was a disaster. We had been together for almost a year and were practically living together. It just made everything so ugly and complicated when it ended." 

"Maybe this isn't any of my business, but can I ask what happened?" he asked quietly as his fingers brushed my knuckles. 

"Well, he had a wandering eye. I never really thought he'd cheat on me, until I came home from work early one afternoon and found him with someone else. It really destroyed me. I couldn't figure out what I did to cause it. It's just taken me some time to realize that it wasn't anything that I did wrong. Evan was just an asshole. He lived life thinking about himself and his dick before even considering me. He never loved me," I exhaled heavily. 

"Well. I can't say that I understand. I've never dealt with infidelity. But one thing I can say? This Evan kid? He's a fucking idiot for letting you slip through his fingers, Brooke." Paul lifted my hand and kissed it tenderly. I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me, baby. In fact, I should be thanking that dumbass for letting you go. This last week with you has been unreal," he laughed. 

"It really has. I know I have a lot less experience than you, but this has easily been the best sex I've ever had. Without question," I shook my head.

"I'm not just saying this, Brooke. What we have? It doesn't happen all that often. At least, not for me. I know I have a reputation, and most of what people say is true, but more often than not, sex is just sex. Nothing remarkable. Nothing mind blowing. Certainly nothing special. I've never found a woman that I've had such an incredible connection with." 

I giggled. "I have to be honest. When I heard about you, and your reputation for being a ladies man, I figured I'd be spending my workdays finding hotel rooms for you and all of your women. I never guessed that I would be the one you'd be fucking all the time." 

"So, that's the official word around the office? That I fuck around a lot?" 

I shrugged and nodded. 

"Could be worse, I guess. You want to know what they say about you at the office?" Paul grinned. 

"What do you mean?"

"Oh Brooke. The guys? They talk about you. Quite a bit, actually." 

I could feel my face getting red. 

"You've only been there for a week! Guys are already talking about this kind of thing with you?" 

Paul laughed. "Hell yes. I guess my reputation for being a ladies man put the other guys at ease. They've had plenty to say about you. In the bathroom, in the break room. Remember that night that a bunch of us stayed late to work on the insurance site? Hell, half the time was spent talking about who had the best tits in the office." 

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You're the topic of conversation in the ladies' room all the time." 

"You didn't answer me. Do you want to know what they say about you?" Paul took his hand and placed it on my thigh. 

I groaned. "I don't know if I want to hear this or not." 

"It's good stuff, baby." He grinned broadly.

"Fine. What have they said?"

"Well...without question, the guys in the office think that your tits are the best. That first day when I kept your bra after our lunch date? Hell, Brooke. There wasn't a soft dick in the office that day. Your nipples were on full display all afternoon. I thought Darrin was going to start jerking off in the bathroom when they were all talking about it." Paul shook his head and merged onto the busy interstate as we neared the city. Paul rolled up the windows and turned on the air as the car picked up speed. 

"Oh God." I put my face in my hands.

"Why does that embarrass you? You have an office full of men, and probably some women, who would give anything to get their hands on you," he paused. "And you have a boss who would do anything to be the one who gets to keep fucking you." 

I lifted my head and smiled at him.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of sex like this." 

"Me either, baby." 

"So...I have the best tits in the office, huh?" I grinned as I rolled my tank top up over my naked breasts and turned towards him. The chill of the air conditioning caused my nipples to stiffen instantly. Paul tried his best to keep his eyes on the road. He reached over and teased my nipples for a few moments before I pushed my shirt back down. 

I linked my arm through his and rested my head against his shoulder as the city skyline came into view. After a long drive, we pulled up to my apartment building shortly before 4pm. Paul parallel parked in front of my building with ease. He shut off the engine and leaned back against the headrest. He rolled his head to the side and smiled at me.

"I'm not quite sure what to say, Brooke." 

"Me either. Just...thank you. Really. For everything." 

My gaze shifted between his lips and his eyes. I leaned across the car and kissed him lovingly. I sighed, but didn't pull my lips away. I moved my body closer and wrapped my hands around his neck. I deepened my kiss, hoping that I could let my lips and my touch speak the words that I couldn't bring myself to repeat just yet. My thumbs caressed his strong jaw as I broke the kiss. 

"Thank you," I whispered. His eyes were closed until I sat back into my seat. He opened them and inhaled deeply. I leaned down to make sure I had everything out of his car. I reached into my purse to pull out my keys. 




My New Boss Ch. 18



"It's going to be strange when you're not next to me in bed tonight," he observed.

I nodded. "I know. I might have to call you if I get lonely." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

He laughed. I hooked my purse over my shoulder and kissed him once more. 

"Could you open the trunk?" I asked as I opened the door. Paul got out and walked behind the car.

"You don't have to help. I can get it," I said as I lifted my bag onto the sidewalk.

"I have something for you."

I turned around. "What do you mean?" 

Paul reached into his suitcase and pulled out a decent sized black box. He handed it to me with a smile. 

"What...what is this?" I studied the package.

"You'll see. Give me a call later. Let me know what you think." He grinned and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. 

"Well...thank you," I held up the box. "for everything...I think." I laughed and started to walk inside. I got to the front door of my building and turned around just in time to see Paul open his car door. He winked at me and slid into his seat. He started his car and pulled away. I watched until his taillights blended in with the rest of the traffic. I sighed and made my way upstairs to my apartment.

When I stepped inside, I was greeted with silence. The quiet was almost unnerving. I looked around and realized how sad it was that I'd spent the last couple of months locked inside this apartment. I shook my head, happy to have worked my way out of that funk. On my way to my bedroom, I spotted a framed picture of me and Evan. I frowned and pulled it off the shelf. I thought I'd gotten rid of everything that reminded me of him. I was surprised to see that I'd missed such an obvious thing. I stared at the picture. It was as if I was looking at it for the first time. A friend of ours had taken it while we were at a White Stripes concert early on in our relationship. I looked blissfully happy. Evan looked bored. I stared at the picture and wondered how I'd never realized it before. Evan was unhappy from the beginning. I sighed and threw the picture into the trash. I was done. No more looking back. 

I walked into my bedroom and dropped my things on the floor. I carefully set the black box on my bed. I smiled as I lifted the lid and peeled back the tissue paper. On top, there was a small, handwritten card. It was Paul's handwriting. 

For you to wear to work tomorrow...

I picked up a very revealing pale yellow bra and a matching yellow thong. I shook my head when I realized that, while it was the correct cup size, the cups themselves were positively tiny. I knew the bra would do absolutely nothing to contain my large breasts. I started to think about what outfit I could wear them under. I looked back into the box and picked up the next card.

For when you're feeling playful...

I smiled and lifted up a leopard-print bra and panty set. I looked at the tag. It was from an expensive lingerie boutique downtown. I shook my head. The man had good taste in underwear. I laid it on my bed. There was another note underneath.

For when you're feeling naughty...

I giggled as I pulled out a red lace bustier and g-string. It was almost completely sheer. The only real coverage came from strategically placed lace over the breasts. It was strapless and very revealing. A long red ribbon laced up the back. I placed it on the pile of undergarments and picked up my phone. I dialed Paul and he answered on the second ring. 

"Hey there. Like your gifts?" 

"Yes. Very much. Thank you."

"Good. I told you that I had to leave early on Friday to run some errands, didn't I?" 

I laughed. "Yes. I just figured that by errands, you meant picking up your dry cleaning or something. I didn't expect you to spend even more money on me." 

"It's no problem, Brooke, really. I wanted to. The only condition is that if you're ever wearing any of it, I get to see you in it."

I laughed. "Deal."

"Good. Hey, I'm pulling up to the house. I'll call you tonight, ok?"

"Ok. Thanks again."

"Yep. Bye, beautiful."

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After an evening full of trying on new lingerie, doing laundry and getting ready for work the next day, I ended up going to bed pretty early. The weekend had been long and exhausting. I set my alarm and fell asleep, only to be woken up shortly after by a text message. I opened the message and squinted at the bright screen as a picture came into focus. It was an empty bed. It was Paul's empty bed. I smiled sleepily and read the text that followed.

Paul Taylor: Laying here, alone. Wishing you were next to me...or on top of me...or under me...

Brooke Kelley: Me too. 

Paul Taylor: What are you doing?

Brooke Kelley: Just went to bed. 

Paul Taylor: Damn. Sorry. I'll see you in the a.m.

Brooke Kelley: Well I'm awake now...

Paul Taylor: What are you wearing?

Brooke Kelley: A tank top and yoga pants.

Paul Taylor: That might just be sexier than all the underwear that I gave you. Send me a picture.

I flipped on my bedside lamp and settled back into bed. I pulled my white, cotton tank top up and exposed a little bit of my toned stomach, then pulled my tight pants down to reveal more of my hips. I held my phone above my body and snapped a picture. When I looked at it, I could see that my nipples were poking proudly through the thin material of my tank top as well. I figured that he would enjoy that, so I sent it to him and shut my light off. A response came almost immediately.

Paul Taylor: Fuck. Marry me. Now.

I laughed loudly as I typed out my response.

Brooke Kelley: Whatever. I'll see you in the morning, Sir. I hope you sleep well.

Paul Taylor: You too, baby. Rest up. It will be a busy day tomorrow. In more ways than one...

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I sat Paul's coffee down on his desk and started up his laptop. I knew that he was due to arrive any moment. I heard some men laughing outside his office door so I looked out. Paul was standing with a group of male employees. After his admission that the men around the office talked about sex far more often than the women realized, I couldn't help but wonder exactly what they were laughing about. 

Quickly, I found myself staring at Paul. I studied his mannerisms. The way he talked with his hands. The way he stood...so masculine...his feet apart, broad shoulders back, hips jutted forward. He was an alpha male and it was obvious. He was wearing a crisp, dark navy suit. He had on a dress shirt, but no tie. He always managed to look effortlessly handsome. Before I realized it, Paul was walking into his office. He caught me staring at him and entered his office with a wide grin spread across his face.

"Well, good morning, Brooke. You look...rested." He winked at me while he hung his suit jacket up. 

"I am rested. I had a very eventful weekend, but I did manage to get some good rest last night, Sir."

"Hmm. I didn't. I had a very eventful weekend as well, but I couldn't sleep last night because I can't seem to get this certain woman off my mind."

"Oh really? I'm sorry. She must be quite the woman if just thinking about her is keeping you up at night," I teased.

"Quite the woman, indeed. What does my morning look like, babe?" he asked.

His term of endearment caught me off guard. Instinctively, I looked around to make sure that no one heard him. I wasn't even sure if he realized that he'd said it. I decided not to say anything. I cleared my throat. 

"Well, your morning is pretty clear. You do need to talk to the team that's heading up the insurance site, because they need final approvals on some changes that they've made. Other than that, you're clear until your 1pm phone conference with Bob Maxwell." 

"Great. Thank you."

"Is there anything else that I can do for you, Mr. Taylor?" I folded my hands in front of me, tilted my head to the side and smiled softly. 

Paul sank down into his chair. He folded his hands behind his head. 

"What are you wearing under your dress, Brooke?" 

"I'm wearing exactly what you told me to wear today, Sir. The new yellow bra and panties that you bought for me." 

Paul nodded. "The bra...it was pretty see-through, wasn't it?" 

"Very see-through, Sir." 

"I see that your dress zips in the front. Did you wear that on purpose?"

I looked down at my gray dress. The small zipper went from between my breasts down to my belly button. I had worn it on purpose, in hopes that Paul would have the chance to open it at some point during the day. I glanced back up at him. 

"Yes, Sir. I wore this dress intentionally." 

"Unzip it a little." 

I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was near his office. I raised my fingers to the small zipper

and pulled it down an inch or so. 

"Is that better, Sir?" I licked my lips.

"More." 

I took a deep breath and pulled it down another inch. 

"More," he growled before I could even remove my fingers. I smiled and opened it until just a hint of my yellow bra was visible. Paul nodded.

"Much better. Leave it. I want to hear what the guys have to say about that today." 

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir. Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"If I think of anything, I'll let you know." He winked and I went to my desk. 

I sat down and started my work for the day. I had a few errands to run for Paul in the afternoon, but my morning was spent doing paperwork at my desk. 

I started typing up a draft email that Paul wanted sent out to the staff about the new Alaskan cruise deal. As I was typing, I noticed one of our web designers coming out of Paul's office. He stared directly at my chest, then his gaze finally made it to my eyes. I watched him grin and walk back to his desk. I shook my head and went back to work. 

Several minutes later, Darrin walked by my desk and had his eyes fixed on my open dress. I sighed when I realized that my breasts were already the topic of conversation around the office. I looked up into Paul's office and saw him smiling at me. I pulled my phone out of my purse.

Brooke Kelley: All of the men are staring at my chest.

Paul Taylor: I know. I'm really enjoying watching this show today.

Brooke Kelley: I feel really mean teasing all of them like this.

Paul Taylor: Pull your zipper down a little more.

I looked into his office and shook my head. He laughed and nodded. My phone vibrated.

Paul Taylor: Do it, or I will walk out there and do it myself.

Brooke Kelley: You wouldn't.

My heart started pounding as I watched Paul stand up from behind his desk. He walked out into the office and wandered around, talking briefly to a few employees. He started to walk back to his office, but stopped by my desk first. He put his hands in his pockets and stood beside my chair. He smiled down at me.

"Miss Kelley." 

I looked up at him, towering above me. "Mr. Taylor. Is there something I can do for you?" 

He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'll give you one more chance to lower that zipper on your own, or I will do it for you." 

I didn't move. I couldn't. I felt paralyzed. I didn't believe that he would really do that while so many people were around. He waited for me to pull it down, but I didn't. He placed one hand on the back of my chair and swiveled it so that my back was to the rest of the office. He leaned down behind me and acted as though we were looking at the draft email I had on my laptop screen. The fingers of his right hand came around to the zipper between my breasts and lowered it even more. His fingernail scratched lightly against the top of my exposed breast as he stood up. 

"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?" He winked and walked back to his office, looking at me over his shoulder as he went through the doorway. 

I exhaled heavily and looked down. Even more of my flesh was exposed. I turned my chair back around and realized that no one was nearby or paying attention. I sighed and looked up at Paul. He was making a phone call. I calmed myself and returned to the email that I had been working on. Occasionally throughout the morning, I would catch some of the men around the office staring at me, but I tried to ignore it and act as though nothing was out of the ordinary. 

At lunchtime, I went to Paul's office to see what he wanted for lunch. His phone meeting with Bob was going to start at 1pm, so I figured he wouldn't be leaving. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor," I stepped in his door. 

"Come on in, Brooke," he glanced up briefly, then continued typing on his computer. 

"I just wanted to know what you wanted for lunch. I'm guessing that you're staying in today?" 

Paul sighed and sat back in his chair. He rubbed his screen-weary eyes. 

"Yeah. Where are you going to go?" he asked as he glanced up at me. 

Feeling brave, I put my fingers on the zipper of my dress and gradually started to pull it down. 

"Wherever you want, Sir," I said with a smile.

Paul's eyes followed my zipper down my body, first exposing my pastel yellow bra, then the soft skin of my ribcage, then finally down to the toned skin of my stomach. I ran a finger down between my tits, hooking it into my bra and pulling it away from my skin, only to let my bra snap back into place. 

Paul groaned. "Fuck..."

"Really Sir, I'll go get you whatever you want." I feigned innocence. Paul just shook his head. 

"All I want is to suck on those gorgeous tits, Brooke." 

I pulled my dress apart just far enough so the sheer cups of the bra were exposed. My dark brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Paul leaned back in his chair and stared at my breasts lustfully. My smile faded as my desire for Paul took over. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. It jolted me back to reality. 

"Hey, Mr. Taylor! We're headed to Stanley's down the street for lunch. Wanna go?" I couldn't place the voice but I wasn't about to turn around to see who it was. I just stood still and prayed that whoever it was didn't come any further into Paul's office. I just closed my eyes and waited. 

"No thanks, Jared. I've got a phone conference in a bit. Thanks, man." Paul waved as the group of employees stepped onto the elevator. I exhaled shakily. Paul laughed. 

"Fuck. That was close," he said quietly.

I groaned and zipped up my dress. 

"Damn. You're done?" Paul looked disappointed. 

"Unless you have a better idea?" 

Paul's phone rang. We both looked at each other, our sexual frustration written all over our faces. Paul groaned and answered his phone. When he realized that it wouldn't be a short phone call, he scribbled down what he wanted for lunch and I left to get our food.

Paul requested a Caesar salad from the deli across the street. As I stood in line, my phone started to ring. Assuming it was Paul, I didn't even look to see who it was.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby."

I smiled. "Hey. What's up?" 

"I just got off the phone with one of our clients. It's that car accessories company out of Portland? Well, the CEO is in town just for tonight and asked me to meet up with him at the bar in his hotel so we can talk about what I have in mind since I took over for Mr. Howard. I have no idea how long I'll be there."

"Alright. You sound disappointed. Is everything ok?"

"Everything is fine, I was just hoping to meet up with you at some point tonight. It doesn't look like that's going to happen now." 

"It's no problem. I mean, of course I'd like to meet up with you, but work comes first. It's ok."

"Alright. Could you just write it in for me when you get back? I'm meeting him at 7pm at Boka at Hotel1000." 

I raised my eyebrows. Hotel1000 was a pretty swanky downtown hotel. "Yep. I'll do it as soon as I get back."

"Thanks, beautiful. See you in a few." 

I smiled and hung up the phone. I ordered our food and took it back to the office. He had already started his phone conference with Mr. Maxwell, so I prepared his food in the break room and quietly sat it on his desk and left, closing the door softly behind me. 

I took my food to the break room and started eating. I made a note of Paul's meeting on his schedule. 

Suddenly it hit me. Paul wanted to meet up tonight, but didn't know what time he'd be able to leave. He was going to be at a hotel bar. I could innocently show up. His business partner wouldn't have any idea who I was. I could just go to the bar, wearing something impossibly sexy and see what happened. 

I stood up and threw my lunch away, excited about my new plans for the evening. 

Around 3pm, Paul came out of his office. He stretched and walked to my desk. 

"How was the phone conference?" I asked. 

"Great. Bob's completely on board. I need to schedule a staff meeting for later in the week. After work, if it's possible." 

"I'll get it set up before I leave tonight. The whole staff?" 

"No. I'll throw a team together and give you the names before I leave."

"Sounds good." 

"I'm really disappointed that we won't be able to see each other tonight," he frowned. I smiled to myself, knowing that Paul had no idea what I was planning for the evening.

"I know. Me too. Hopefully we can figure something out tomorrow." Paul nodded.

"I have some more work to do. I'll get you those names shortly." He tapped my desk and walked away. 

By the end of the workday, I had sent out the staff meeting request to the employees that Paul wanted working on the Alaskan Cruise site. I missed the last mail pick up, so I had to run some of Paul's mail to the post office before they closed. I grabbed my things and knocked on his office door. 

"Excuse me, Mr. Taylor. I'm leaving for the night. I'm running your mail to the post office first. Is there anything else you need before I leave?" 

Paul shook his head. "Do you have a minute, Brooke?" 

I glanced at my phone. "Yeah. The post office closes soon, though." I stepped into his office and sat in the chair across from his desk. As I sat down, Paul leaned forward onto his elbows. He flashed me a wicked smile.

"Spread your legs." 

I started to glance over my shoulder, but Paul stopped me. 

"Don't worry about anything other than what I told you to do. I'm watching. Half the employees are gone for the day, anyway. Spread your legs." 

I took a deep breath and opened my knees. Paul sat back in his chair to get a better look up my dress. He smiled and looked back at my eyes. 

"Move those panties out of the way."

I scooted forward on the seat and reached my right hand under my dress. I hooked a finger into the crotch of my panties and pulled it to the side, revealing myself to my boss. 

He bit his lip. "Rub your finger up and down your pussy, Brooke." 

I exhaled nervously. We had almost been caught just a few hours earlier and my guard was still up. I hesitated. 

"Brooke. Do it," he demanded. "If I don't get to touch it for myself today, then I want to see you do it."

I closed my eyes and ran my middle finger up and down my damp slit. I tried to make as little movement as possible, just in case someone were to look in his office. I opened my eyes and stared at Paul. 

"A little faster."

I obeyed and massaged my pussy lips as he had instructed. My wetness was starting to coat my finger. 

"Finger fuck your pussy, Brooke." 

His words, coupled with the dark expression on his face made me shiver. I pushed my middle finger into my wet pussy. I started moving it in and out little by little. I saw Paul's jaw clench as he watched me. 

"Stop," he said suddenly. "Rub your clit. I want to watch you cum."

I slipped my wet finger out of my pussy and started to rub slow circles around my clit. My hips began grinding involuntarily into the chair. 

"That's it, baby," he whispered. I watched his eyes jump from my busy fingers, to the office behind me. I was trying to be as still as quiet as possible. I saw Paul's eyes shift to the door. 

"Stop now, someone's coming," he groaned. I jumped to attention and pulled my hand away from myself, letting it rest in my lap. I heard a knock on the door. I turned my head around and smiled nonchalantly at Joe, the project manager that Paul had working on the insurance site. 




My New Boss Ch. 18



"Sorry to interrupt, I just need some approvals before I leave, Mr. Taylor. Need me to come back?" Joe said, motioning to me.

"No, you're fine, Joe," Paul said. He looked at me. I saw the disappointment on his face. "Miss Kelley, I'm sorry. We will have to continue this tomorrow."

I still had my back to Joe. I closed my eyes. "Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. I'll be leaving now." I smiled politely, picked up my belongings and turned to leave. 

"Goodnight, Joe." I nodded as I walked out of the office. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button. My knees were shaking and I was in desperate need to get off. I took a deep breath as the elevator doors closed. I pressed my head against the wall as I descended to the lobby. We had worked each other up all day long and didn't have a single opportunity to make anything happen. Paul still had no idea that I was planning on showing up at the bar tonight. I hoped that he would be just as excited as I was. 

After I left the post office and grabbed a bite to eat, I made my way back home. As I set my things down on the kitchen counter, my phone vibrated.

Paul Taylor: I can't believe Joe walked in. I'm so sorry.

Brooke Kelley: You owe me an orgasm. 

Paul Taylor: I'll give you more than one, baby. 

Brooke Kelley: Promises, promises.

Paul Taylor: Seriously. First chance I get. Getting you off is my top priority.

Brooke Kelley: Too bad you have to work tonight. 

Paul Taylor: I know. If I get out of there early enough, maybe I'll stop by your place on my way home.

Brooke Kelley: Actually, I have plans tonight. 

Paul Taylor: Damn. I'm really going to have to wait until tomorrow to fuck you?

Brooke Kelley: Trust me, no one is more sad about this than I am. I'm the one with the wet pussy, after all.

Paul Taylor: I'm the one with the hard dick, Brooke. I couldn't stand up after you left. 

Brooke Kelley: Not my fault!

Paul Taylor: Let me know if your plans change, I really want to see you tonight.

Brooke Kelley: Maybe something will work out. You never know. Enjoy your meeting.

I grinned to myself as I went to the bathroom to get ready. Paul really had no idea that I'd be there tonight. I decided that this was my chance to dress to impress. I had to look classy for his dinner meeting with Bob, but I wasn't going to Boka for business tonight. I was going for pleasure, and I wanted Paul to get hard just by looking at me. 

I stripped off my clothes and got busy preparing to blow Paul's mind.

>>>>

I stood in front of my mirror. My heart was pounding. I had never left the house looking this sexy before. I had finally worked up the nerve to pull my sexiest dress out of the back of my closet. I turned around and examined myself in the mirror. 

It was very short, very tight and cherry red. It had a deep cut that dropped well below my ample cleavage. It was the kind of dress that made wearing a bra impossible. I slipped my black heels on that made my long, smooth legs look a mile long. I turned around and let my dark hair drop down between my shoulder blades. I put my hands on my hips and tried to calm my nerves. I exhaled and decided that I looked good, and more importantly, I knew that Paul would think so, too. 

I put my things into a small black clutch and called for a cab. While I waited, I sprayed some perfume between my breasts and on my wrists. As I put on my earrings, my phone vibrated. 

Paul Taylor: Waiting on this guy to get here. Wishing I was with you instead.

Brooke Kelley: I'm actually getting ready to leave. Wishing I was with you, too.

Paul Taylor: Call me later, baby. 

I smiled and tucked my phone into my purse. It was 7pm. My cab would be here any minute. I locked up and walked downstairs. I stepped outside and saw my driver waiting on me. I slipped into the backseat gracefully. 

"Hi there. Boka. The bar at Hotel1000 on 1st Ave. Thank you." I smiled at the driver's reflection in the rearview mirror. I saw him look at my outfit, then back to my eyes. 

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied, pulling out into traffic. "Special occasion tonight?" 

"No. Just meeting a friend for drinks." 

"Lucky friend," he said flirtatiously. 

I smiled and pulled out my phone as a distraction. A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of the bar. I reached through the glass and handed the driver some cash. I stepped out of the cab, fully aware of how short my dress was. I walked into the bar and spotted Paul immediately, but he didn't see me. I grinned to myself when I realized that I was going to have to walk right by him in order to get to the bar. 

I squared my shoulders and walked across the room. I took long, confident strides as I walked towards Paul's table. He was deep in conversation with his business partner. The CEO looked up and checked me out as I walked by. I saw him nudge Paul's arm. Paul glanced up and saw me walking towards them. His eyes took me in and a slow smile spread across his face. I smiled at them as I continued walking to the bar. 

I pulled out a leather stool and sat down, placing my purse on the counter in front of me. I crossed my legs to the side, making sure that Paul could see them easily. The bartender walked over and I ordered a dirty martini. I figured that it was an appropriate order. As I sat, sipping my drink , I heard my phone vibrate in my purse. I smiled and retrieved it. 

Paul Taylor: You are one sneaky girl, you know that?

Brooke Kelley: What do you mean? I'm just enjoying a drink after a long day at work.

Paul Taylor: Brooke...that dress. Holy shit.

Brooke Kelley: This old thing?

Paul Taylor: That's how you want to play it? Let the games begin, baby.

I tucked my hair behind my ear and put my phone back on the bar. A few minutes later, the bartender came over and slid a shot up to me. 

"Compliments of the gentleman behind you." 

I thanked the bartender and turned around in my stool. Paul winked at me. I batted my thick lashes and smiled, then turned back around to the bar. I got another text. 

Paul Taylor: Bottoms up, baby. 

I took the shot. The warm alcohol burned as it glided down my throat. I set the glass back on the bar. 

As I waited for Paul's meeting to be done, I made small talk with the bartender, I played on my phone, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, knowing full well that Paul was watching. After 40 minutes or so, I felt someone walk up to the bar and stand next to me. It was Paul.

"Excuse me," he motioned to the bartender. "I'd like another shot for this beautiful lady, please." He placed his hand on my lower back and leaned in close to my ear. 

"I'm wrapping this meeting up early. Stay here. I'm taking you with me when I leave." 

The bartender pushed another shot at me and I took it immediately. The alcohol was starting to hit me. I shivered. I looked up at my handsome boss.

"Where exactly are we going?" 

"To the office. I'm going to tear your pussy up, baby."

I melted. I melted into a huge pile of Brooke, right there, on the barstool. Before I could look up at him, he was gone, back to his table. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Paul and the CEO exchanging information on their phones. Several minutes later, his partner stood up and they shook hands. Paul left a stack of cash on the table and walked towards me. He turned my barstool around. 

"Let's go." He motioned to the bartender and left money on the counter for my drinks. He took me by the hand and led me through the dimly lit bar. He pulled me out into the warm evening air and to his car that was parked just a few spaces away. He opened my door and nearly pushed me inside. I fell into the leather seat and barely got myself straightened up before he was behind the wheel and pulling away from the hotel. 

"You really had me going, Brooke. I really thought you had plans," he grinned.

"That was the idea, Sir." 

"Do you realize what I'm about to do to you?"

"Hmm...fuck me good?" I giggled. 

"Yes. I'm going to fuck you good on every available surface in our office, baby." 

Paul gripped my thigh and pulled my legs apart. He didn't waste any time, dipping his hand underneath my dress. His fingers brushed against my bare pussy. 

"No panties?"

I shrugged. "I didn't want anything to get in the way." 

Paul laughed. His rubbed his fingers against me as he drove through the streets of downtown Seattle. He never touched me the way that I needed him to, he just teased me until I was writhing in the seat next to him. I tried pushing his hand against my clit, but he just pulled it away. 

"No, Brooke. Just wait. We're almost there." 

I moaned as he pulled into the parking garage of our building. He parked the car and we entered the building hand in hand. He waved his security card in the slot and it granted us access into the building. Everything was quiet, except for the low hum of a floor polisher being used somewhere. The cleaning crew wasn't set to be on our floor tonight anyway, so neither of us were worried about being interrupted. 

We stepped onto the elevator and before Paul could even push the button, I had pressed him up against the wall. My hands found their way underneath his suit jacket and up his muscular chest. I started to pop the buttons on his shirt one by one. I felt him reach over and smack the number for our floor. As soon as the doors shut quietly behind us, Paul pushed me back and against the opposite wall. He grabbed my wrists and held them against the wall as his lips found my neck. 

"Oh fuck. I've wanted this all day," I moaned. 

"Me too, baby. I can't wait to get you on top of my desk," he mumbled against my throat. 

His hands had just started to work the short hem of my dress up when the doors opened to our level. He took me by the elbow and pulled me out. I assumed that we would go straight to his office, so when we walked right by it, I was confused. 

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Conference room," he said darkly.

The overhead lights were off and the only light to be seen was the soft light from the windows at the other end of the room. Paul reached down and rolled my tight dress up to my waist. My naked pussy was wet and ready for him. He picked me up by the waist and sat me on the edge of the table, right where he sat during all of our meetings. 

"Now, every single time I run a meeting in here, I'm going to think about the night that I ate you out on top of this table," he growled in my ear. 

I moaned as he carefully laid me back onto the smooth, wooden tabletop. Paul spread my knees apart and leaned over me. He hovered over my mouth. I could feel his pelvis pressing into me. I smiled up at him.

"You ready for some fun, Brooke?" 

I nodded. "Yes, Sir." 

Paul smiled and kissed me deeply. His lips quickly moved down my neck and to my chest. He pulled the fabric of my red dress apart and exposed my naked breasts. He kissed between them, then one at a time, licked and sucked my nipples until they hardened between his lips. 

His mouth wandered down to my exposed pussy. He pulled my lips apart and kissed me, pushing his tongue as deep into me as he could. He pulled back.

"I swear to God, I'll never get tired of looking at your pussy, baby." 

I lifted my head and watched him as he took long, deliberate licks against my pussy. He placed his hands on my thighs and pushed my legs even further apart. I moaned as he dove into me, sucking my lips into his mouth and dragging his tongue against my sensitive clit. I rolled my head to the side and stared at the empty chairs. I couldn't help but imagine that the seats were full of my coworkers, just watching our gorgeous boss lick my wet cunt until I screamed. 

"Oh fuck. Oh yes...yesss," I moaned. My hips started to push into his face as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth. As his tongue started to vibrate against me, I felt him push a finger into my tight ass. 

"Oh my God! Oh...oh, Mr. Taylor!" I screamed as he massaged me inside and out. Suddenly, I felt the warm rush of energy explode over me as my orgasm hit. I grabbed the back of Paul's head as he tried to lick up all the cream that was leaking from my pussy. I exhaled heavily and relaxed back onto the table as my climax started to subside. Paul stood and lifted me up. I sat up at the edge of the table. I looked down and saw his erection straining against his pants. I reached down and ran my palm against it.

"Your office?" I asked breathlessly. 

He shook his head and grinned. "Your desk first. I'll finish you on top of mine."

Paul picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and walked me to my desk. The eerie silence was suddenly filled by a sharp smacking sound as Paul spanked me firmly on my bare ass. I squealed as he dropped me down onto my feet. 

"Bend over your desk, Brooke."

I groaned as I laid my torso down on my desk. Paul stood to my left and rubbed the palm of his right hand against my skin. 

"Turn your head towards me. I want to see your face while I spank you." 

I moaned and flipped my head over so he could see me. He slapped me gently. 

"Stick that gorgeous ass up higher, baby." 

I arched my back and pushed my round butt up into the air as high as I could.

"Every time you sit down at this desk, you can think about the time that your boss bent you over it and spanked you," he grunted. I whimpered. Wetness was already leaking down my legs. I wasn't sure if I could take it. I needed to be fucked. Suddenly, Paul spanked me hard. 

I cried out and my voice echoed through the empty office. 

He spanked me again. My body jerked in response. Paul pressed his left hand into my back. 

"Hold still, Brooke." 

I moaned as he continued to spank me. Sometimes it was sharp and hard, other times it was as light as air. No matter how he did it, his hand on my bare ass was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Without warning, Paul shoved two fingers deep into my pussy.

"Fuck. You're soaking wet, baby. You're dripping your hot juice all over my hand," he said as he pumped his fingers in me. "Are you ready to get fucked now, Brooke?"

I rolled my head back towards him. "Oh, fuck yes. Please fuck me now, Sir," I pleaded. 

He jerked his fingers out of me and spanked me again. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes! Please!" 

Paul lifted me up off my desk and carried me to his office. He placed me on the floor behind his desk. He threw his jacket on the back of his chair, unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles along with his briefs. His thick erection stood out away from his body. He sat down and started sliding his hand against the head of his dick.

"Take your dress off," he said quietly.

I was still shaking with need as I slipped my arms out of my dress, pushed it down over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I hadn't worn any underwear, so I stood completely naked in front of Paul. He gripped his dick tighter. 

"Get on your knees, baby. Wrap those big lips around my cock," he growled. I bit my lip and dropped to my knees without hesitation. I crawled to him and positioned myself between his legs. I ran my fingers up his muscular thighs. He held his dick out for me and I grabbed it at the base. I covered the head of his cock with my lips and sucked softly. I could taste his salty arousal on my tongue. I licked against the tip, then pushed it down further into my mouth. 

"Do you know how sexy you look, Brooke? On your knees behind my desk...naked, sucking my cock?" 

I moaned around him, letting my tongue slide up and down the underside of his shaft. My spit was dripping down over my fingers at the base. I let my hand jerk along the bottom few inches as I bobbed my head up and down the rest. His hips jerked underneath my hand. He moaned when I moved my fist and let his entire length push into my tight throat. 

"That's it, baby. Suck your boss's cock!" he grunted. I felt a drop of my own lubrication slide out of my pussy and onto the floor beneath me. I whimpered around him and pulled him out of my mouth. I just couldn't wait any longer. 

I stood up and straddled Paul as he sat in his oversized leather chair. I placed my knees on either side of him and lined his pulsing cock up with my pussy. I looked into his surprised eyes and sank back onto him with one forceful push. My wet pussy mashed against his pelvis, sandwiching my clit between us. His hands went directly to my red ass and held me in place.

"Oh fuck!" he cried out. I moaned and dropped my head back. My long hair brushed against his thighs. After several long seconds, I sat up and started to bounce up and down on his cock. 

He smiled up at me. "Greedy girl. You couldn't wait to get this cock inside of you, could you?" 

"No Sir. I just need to be fucked," I panted as I dropped down on him again. 

"Well, then show me what you've got, baby. Ride me." Paul inhaled sharply as I started to fuck him faster. 

I paused and placed my high heeled feet on either side of his thighs. I wrapped my hands around his neck and started to ride him as fast as I could. I licked my lips and closed my eyes. He pushed his head forward and caught one of my nipples between his teeth. He bit it until I bounced and it pulled free from his mouth. I moaned from the pain and dug my fingernails into his neck. 

"You're so tight, baby. God, we fit together so perfectly." 

"Oh fuck. Mr. Taylor...I need you to fuck me. Pound my pussy hard, Sir, please!" I whined. 

Paul lifted me up and laid me across his desk. He pulled my ass to the edge and stood between my legs. I stared up at his muscular frame as he towered above me. I pulled my legs apart as far as I could. Paul just stood there, letting his cock jerk wildly above my slick hole. I groaned and arched my back.

"Please just do it," I begged.

Paul smiled at me and rubbed himself against my slippery, exposed clit. I moaned and closed my eyes. 

"You like that?" he growled. I couldn't speak. I just nodded my head frantically.

Paul grabbed his heavy cock and started slapping it against my pussy. Each time it landed heavily against me, it made direct contact with my clit, and sent shockwaves through my body. I started shaking on top of his desk, papers scattered beneath me. 

"That's it, Brooke! I want you to cum. I'm going to fuck you so hard, but first, I want you to cum. I want to feel that pussy squeezing me when I shove my cock into you." 

He reached his left hand up and grabbed my nipple as he continued to beat his cock against my pussy. I couldn't take anymore. I could feel my muscles starting to tremor. I groaned loudly.

"Oh, coming! Paul, I'm coming...now, please fuck me now!"

Paul pushed the head of his cock down and shoved himself into me, pushing me across the desk. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, then started pounding into me, setting an unforgiving pace. Between my orgasm and his cock hammering into me, I couldn't breathe. I gasped for air as he thrust his thick manhood into me. 

I moaned as Paul pulled himself out of me. I suddenly felt so empty and desperate for him to fill me with his cum. 

"Nooo. Please don't stop!" I whimpered. 

"Bend over my desk, Brooke. I want to fuck you from behind." His breathing was ragged and unsteady. I could tell that he was struggling not to cum. I climbed off his desk and turned around. I bent over in front of him, pushing my warm pussy out for him. I looked back over my shoulder at him as he grabbed my hips.

"Grab the edge of the desk, baby. Hold on, because I'm about to fuck you raw," he growled. I moaned and grabbed the far edge of his desk. Before I could even prepare myself, Paul slammed into me with a force that I wasn't prepared for. I felt the sharp pain of his cock pressing against my cervix over and over. I cried out as he pounded against my sore ass. 




My New Boss Ch. 19



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.

(c)DVS 2006

Rita had let go of the slut. I couldn't explain that. Because, the grip she had on her before, I thought we would be forced to get a crowbar to separate them. She must have cum. That's the only explanation for it. Whimpering softly to herself, she did look kind of relaxed. It was unusual when Rita lost control before the game was over.

The slut was just standing there, face deep in Rita's crotch. She seemed lost, waiting to be told what to do. Then, Rita pushed her away with her feet. She turned around and I was standing right in front of her. Looking up at me with her big eyes, my toy was a little confused, I guess. The slut looked so helpless, standing there, naked and tied like that. Her nose was mashed back from the leather of the gag and that purple dildo, covered with Rita's creamy sex, was sticking out from her face.

I pointed in Lucy's direction and off she went, but not before I gave her a quick swat with the paddle. James gave her a swat, too. I think his landed better than mine did because the slut jumped and whimpered after his.

"I got the crack of her ass with that one," James laughed. "And, I think she felt it."

I looked over at him. "You should save those for when the dildo is buried inside Lucy."

"After she cut in line, she's last on my list," grumbled James.

When the slut got close enough, Lucy grabbed her with her legs. It was just like Rita. Her legs went around, and she aimed her pelvis to meet that dildo. She grabbed the slut's head and pushed it down to her crotch. The tip of the dildo was very close to Lucy's pussy lips, but not quite there. Lucy was looking down, like she was admiring the size of the purple thing, when I poked my finger into the slut's asshole. That caused the slut to lunge forward and the dildo rammed hard into Lucy's waiting pussy. Lucy tensed up and twitched around, but regained her composure quickly enough to grab a good hold on the slut.

"Oh, God, yeah. Smack her ass for me. Hit that slut's ass." She was impatient, worse than Rita was. She was nearly screaming, insisting. Lucy was pointing at the slut's ass hoping somebody would hit help her. "Come on. Hit her and hit her hard."

It was surely a reflex action, but when Lucy was screaming, I gave the slut a nice hard swat with the paddle. It caused her to lurch forward, shoving the dildo into Lucy. She held on tight. It was her turn to ride the bucking bronco. Being so small, I thought she would be scooped up and impaled on the dildo. But, that couldn't happen. Because of her bondage, the slut couldn't raise up. Tied in position, she could bend down, but not rise up.

Lucy was getting emphatic about spanking the slut's ass. Of course, she had a reason to be that way, with that dildo wiggling inside her. She pointed to the whip. "Grab that and whip her ass with it."

It was a good idea, so why not do as she asked? I stood behind her and let it fly. I swung that mean little whip back and forth, making contact with the slut's ass every time. She was wiggling her ass around, trying to get away from it, but when she moved, I moved. Then, I started whipping her thighs. That's when she really started to dance. She was wiggling and jumping around and Lucy loved it. The way the slut's head looked, I'm sure that dildo was moving the same way. Lucy couldn't get enough. She had a death grip on the slut's head and her legs were wrapped tightly around her upper body.

I gave Lucy the whip and picked up the crop. In the position she was in, Lucy couldn't use the crop. But, the whip was light and springy. And, it was just long enough that she could make it bounce off the slut's ass. I had a better position for the crop. Between the two of us, that slut couldn't stand still. 

James just stood there watching. I'm sure it was an interesting sight to see. Rita got up and was standing beside him. Her hand was down between her legs, rubbing her clit. They started laughing about something, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then I saw James walk over to his bag and Rita was walking around the room like she was looking for something.

James came over to me and held up a pretty good size butt plug. "Do you think this will go in that slut's ass?"

I had to laugh when I saw what he had. "Damn, James. That's pretty big. Do you mean will it fit?"

See, we both knew that plug would go in the slut's ass. There was no doubt we could get it in. But, would it rip her open? That was what I meant when I asked if it would fit.

Smiling, James added, "OK, that's what I mean. Will it fit?"

"You'll need an industrial amount of lube."

"Rita's looking for lube, now."

"You know though, because of that tapered end, if you do get it in, you might never get it out again."

James looked at me for a few seconds, until I cracked a grin. For a minute, I guess he thought I was serious. "Yeah, and what a shame that would be...not able to fuck that cute little ass again. But, we still have her mouth." Then we both laughed.

That's when Rita came over with the lube. James took it and squeezed a liberal amount on the tip of the plug. He motioned to the slut. She was still bent over with Lucy taking charge. She had a good grip on her with her legs. Lucy was whipping that slut's ass, forcing that dildo to go deep inside her.

"Hold off with that whip a second, little Lucy, said James. He motioned to Rita and me. "Hold her still." 

Rita and I each took a side and held on to the ends of the spreader bar. James walked up and squeezed some lube at the top of the slut's ass crack. We watched, as it slowly made it's way down her ass crack. The slut moaned, when she felt the cold lube. She knew something was about to happen.

James put his arm around the slut's waist and held her there, while he inched the butt plug into the slut's ass. That ass had been used a lot, but it was still going to be difficult to get that thing in.

The further it went, the more the slut tried to wiggle out away. But, we held her still, and James continued pushing the plug on in. Then, just as it was about to pop in, the slut screamed. That scream climaxed with the largest part of the plug passing her little hole. Then the plug popped in. It was a snug fit. James twisted the plug and the slut whimpered and wiggled her ass. It was in there, and it was tight.

"Now, Lucy, " James said, "you can continue with the whip." He looked at me. "Make sure you hit that plug with the paddle."

I smiled back at him. "Oh, yeah, you can count on it."

James and I stood back to take aim. Lucy gave the whip to Rita and got a good hold on the slut. I guess she didn't think she could use the whip and keep a good hold on the slut, with James and I both working on her ass at once. With the addition of Rita, and the butt plug, she was probably right.

I stood back and looked at Lucy. She was still holding on, whimpering lightly, as the slut struggled with the butt plug. To be sure, it was a basic plug, but when you're the one it's plugging, there's nothing basic about it. And, it was a snug fit, so even the slightest touch would send interesting sensations through her ass.

I held up the paddle and took aim. My first swat was going to be memorable. Lucy tensed up, in anticipation. I'm sure the slut was feeling anxious, and the new addition to her behind wasn't helping any. But, I couldn't resist and gave her ass a swat that covered both cheeks. It was perfect and loud, and the butt plug was right in the middle.

The end of the plug stuck out, and it obviously was stretching her asshole. The slut squealed and her knees kind of gave out, when she felt the swat. She didn't expect that additional sensation. It kind of feels like you're getting spanked and butt fucked at the same time. One sensation is pain, and the other is a little difficult to describe. I would imagine the slut enjoyed it when the paddle hit the butt plug. The part she didn't like was when it hit her vulnerable ass.

James took a turn with the strap. It didn't have the same impact as the paddle, but it got the slut's attention, just the same. And, it got Lucy's attention, too. He gave the slut several good smacks. One landed right on the end of the plug.

The slut was moving her head a lot. So that moved the dildo. Once that big thing was inside Lucy, any little movement meant some kind of thrill. And, because it was attached to the slut's face, it was even more special. The idea of holding the slut's head between her legs had to be exciting. Her nose was very close to Lucy's clit and there's just something about having someone's face in your crotch, no matter what your gender.

Lucy was making the most of it. But, Rita wanted her turn. She had that whip and wanted to use it. James and I backed away, so she could cut loose with it. And that was just what she did. She put her hand on the spreader bar, to hold the slut still. Then, she started whipping her ass, over and over. And she was aiming at the slut's tender thighs.

Lucy was really loving it. Even though Rita was trying to hold the slut still, she was getting a good fuck from the dildo. That thing spread her pussy wide and she couldn't stop whimpering. Rita's whip action was doing the trick.

Then, Rita got adventurous. She reached for the butt plug sticking out of the slut's ass. She grabbed hold of the end and was twisting it around in circles while still using the whip on her ass. The slut responded to that, all right. Her knees buckled, but Lucy didn't let her go. And, Rita was using that whip with the skill of a horse jockey. The thing was whistling in the air in-between the snapping sounds it made on the slut's ass.

The slut was wiggling her ass in response to the whipping, but Rita was also guiding her with the butt plug. That thing was in tighter than we thought, I guess, because Rita was actually driving the slut into Lucy with it.

Each time Rita shoved the butt plug, the slut let out a loud cry. The slut jerked her ass away, each time the whip found it's mark. All of this movement was too much for Lucy. She got the ride she wanted. Another person controlled the thrusts from the dildo, so she was truly getting fucked. It was much better than when she was riding the slut's face, before.

Lucy started moaning, and then she started screaming. She gasped for air, as the dildo went deep into her. "Oh, God! Fuck me. Whip her ass, Rita. Whip her. Whip he...Oh, shit, yeah! Do her, baby."

Rita snaked the whip between the slut's legs. She had a hard time getting it between them, but once she did, the slut's knees completely gave out. James and I went over and quickly grabbed the spreader bar to hold her up. Her legs were shaking, and she couldn't even stand. Her whole body was heaving, and we could see cum running down her legs.

Rita was pissed. "Look. The damn bitch is cumming without permission! That's not allowed." She pulled the whip back further and was about to give her some punishing blows, until I stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Rita. It was never decided that she couldn't cum. Besides, how could she ask for permission? Her mouth is gagged and the dildo attached to her face is deep in Lucy's pussy."

"Well, it's just not permitted, that's all. She's not allowed."

"You did it to her. You were giving her sensations that she couldn't resist."

"Yeah, it's your fault, Rita," added James. He smiled at her. "So, maybe we should punish you for it."

While Rita glared at James, Lucy was regaining her senses. She wanted to cum, too. "Hey, you guys. What about me? I was close to cumming and you stopped."

We got Rita to calm down, but she still wanted to give the slut a good hard whipping. "Hold the slut steady, guys, Lucy needs to cum."

I looked at James and he nodded his head. We held the spreader bar steady and Rita started in on her. She was going back and forth, front and back strokes, punishing the slut for cumming. "You came without permission, bitch! Now, you must pay for it. Your ass is gonna sting tomorrow."

The slut was whimpering, her body twitching. Her ass was marked with mean red lines where the whip had landed on her tender flesh. She cried after each stroke of the whip, though muffled by Lucy's legs. James and I were still holding her up. Her legs were still too shaky to stand on her own.

Lucy started moaning again. I'm sure the show was helping with that. It wasn't long before she was crying for Rita to "Punish the slut harder. Whip her ass, Rita. Make sure she's sorry...sorry for keeping me from cumming."

Rita was into it. "I'm doing it, Lucy girl. Cum, baby. Cum hard."

"Oh, yeah. Make her fuck me hard. Whip her hard, so the purple dildo fuck.....Oh, shit, yeah. That's it, Rita. Make her pay. Make her pay."

Rita grabbed the butt plug again and started pushing the slut forward. That was all Lucy needed. She let out a scream and her body started shaking. She groaned from deep within her throat. Rita saw Lucy was cumming and started slowing down. She finally stopped the whipping and dropped the whip on the floor.

She went back to her chair and sat down. She leaned back in the chair and seemed to be patiently waiting. She called to Lucy. "Let the slut go. Send her over to me, so I can use her. It's my turn, Lucy. Lucy pushed the slut away.

The slut had finally recovered enough to stand on her own legs, again. That was good, but it could also be bad. Rita was waiting for her.

Of course, before she would meet up with Rita, the slut had another little meeting with James and me. James went first, swinging that strap across her ass. I could see her cheeks tighten up, but there was no way to lessen the feeling. She was the perfect target. Her ass was all marked up with marks from the whip, and each one was tender to the touch, I'm sure.

James gave her another good smack, causing her to jump a little. The gag behind that dildo was keeping her quieter than she would have been, I'm sure. What whimpers we could hear told me she was feeling it all.

When James was swatting the slut, she was doing her little pain dance. She didn't like the feel of the strap, but he had no problem with it. And, neither did I. In fact, when she tried to get away from my paddle, it made it all the more fun. I also made sure it was a harder hit.

When I gave her another swat, it landed over the butt plug, too. Again she squealed as it popped against those upturned cheeks, leaving a wide red mark to form on top of those red whip lines. The slut winced a little, then wiggled on. I grabbed hold of the butt plug, and pulled on it. It was in so tight, I slowed her down. I twisted it around, and listened to her whimper. I pushed it into her, and then pulled on it. I never actually pulled it out. All of my pulling and pushing were forcing a strain on her asshole.

I smacked her with the paddle again, and it landed almost exactly where the last one had left its mark. The gag in her mouth was efficiently muffling her protests. And the plug in her ass was making her twitch and wiggle. We all enjoyed watching that.

The slut made her way to Rita. She was waiting. She had her legs open and was more than ready for that dildo to be inside her. As the slut got close enough, Rita grabbed her hair and pushed her down. She raised her ass, so the dildo would go right into her pussy. And, as it slowly slid in, Rita groaned her approval.

She clamped her legs around the slut's upper body. Her hands kept pushing the slut's head down to her crotch and kept pushing the dildo into her wet pussy. The slut was again struggling with her position. Being bound, she was controlled by whomever wanted her. Rita wanted her face to be deep into her crotch, and James and I wanted her ass.

I liked the vision I kept seeing of the slut's ass up in the air. Her ass cheeks were getting red only in the area that the paddle would hit. The crack of her ass was still mostly white, as were the sides and the extreme edges of her ass. Although the red whip lines were visible in this area and on her upper thighs where Rita had left her mark. There were also a few red welts from the crop.

Rita was still very much into the control of it all. She had that dildo inside her, and to get more of it, she had to push the slut's head down into her crotch. That pushed her ass up in the air, and made a great target for spanking. Rita had her hands full of the slut's hair, pushing and pulling on it. She was using the slut's head to fuck herself with that dildo. She had her legs wrapped around the slut's body, and I think she could have used spurs, if she had any. That's the kind of person Rita was. Whatever it takes to give Rita pleasure.

I watched as James took aim at that ass. He stood right behind her and started strapping her ass, over and over. He wasn't so much hitting the middle of her ass, but more on the sides. On the forearm stroke, he got the right side of her ass, and on the backstroke he got the left side. Those were mostly white areas that only had the whip marks. Those lines were getting harder to find. He continued for what seemed like about thirty seconds.

The slut was wiggling her ass, and bouncing on her tiptoes, as James continued to strap her ass. Rita was just humming away, enjoying the ride. The slut's head was moving around, and so was the connected dildo. All Rita had to do was hold on.

As James continued, we could hear the slut's cries getting louder and louder. Finally, he stopped. The slut's knees were shaking, and her ass was redder. Rita was breathing heavier, and was anxious to get going, again.

I decided to help her out with that. I saw how James had used the strap, but I couldn't do that with the paddle. So, I sat it down and picked up the crop. I liked that thing, because it was flexible, and I could use it as a cane. I stood where James had and gave the slut stroke after stroke on the tender parts of her ass. 

The slut was quickly becoming vocal, although it was difficult to hear over Rita's moans. The cane like strokes caused the slut to move forward. Rita liked that. And, she was watching, too. "Give it to the bitch. She came without asking. I want her to know that's not allowed. Make sure she knows."

"Oh, I think you made sure she knows that, Rita. You should see the whip marks on her ass. I think you taught her a lesson she won't soon forget."

Giving Rita confirmation of her power and control was just about enough to make her cum. She held on to the slut's hair with her fists, pushing her head down to get that dildo deeper inside her. With each stoke of that crop, she pushed the slut's head down, and before long Rita was gasping for her breath, close to an explosive orgasm.

I took hold of the butt plug and wiggled it around. The slut responded with cries from the sensations. Rita saw me doing that, and that was all it took. She exploded in an orgasm that took her by surprise. She gripped the slut's head and held her still, while she came hard on the purple dildo. She gripped the slut's body with her legs so both of them shook with her orgasm. Rita screamed and groaned as that dildo punished her throbbing pussy. Just what the Rita wanted.

I let go of the butt plug, and I could see the slut's asshole still twitching around it. It sure was a snug fit.

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My New Boss Ch. 20



This chapter is part of a continuing story. Although some chapters may stand on their own, for proper character development and story line intensity, this series is a continuous story and should be read as such.



It was a snug fit, but that plug had to come out. I wanted to fuck that tight ass, and to do that, the plug had to come out. So, that was the next item on my agenda...remove the butt plug. And, because it was such a snug-fitting thing, I was going to need some help.

It's like when someone has on some tight boots and they need help getting them off. This was similar, but more care was needed. More care and maybe a good scream silencing gag. It wasn't easy getting that thing to go in, but James got it in. And, because of the way those tapered plugs are made, the large part would be the first part to come out. It was much easier to push in, because of the cone shape. Something told me James didn't think that far ahead.

Lucy and James were ready to help and then Rita snapped out of her after orgasm trance, so she could help, too. The slut was just standing there, still naked and tied. The gag was still in her mouth but James removed the purple dong. He said something about it being in the way, because of its size.

I had Lucy and Rita hold the two sides of the spreader bar to steady the slut. And, James grabbed hold of her waist, to be the resistance to my pulling. I got behind the slut, and did my best to grab hold of the butt plug. I wiggled it around, and that got the reaction I didn't want. It made the slut moan, and she tightened up her ass around the plug.

I needed her to relax, so I could pull the thing out. "OK, slut, relax your ass, or it's really gonna hurt coming out. You can trust me on that." 

Lucy giggled when she heard me. "And, why are you warning her it's gonna hurt?"

"Why is it always a woman who thinks last about the other woman's pain? She's my fuck toy, and I want her asshole to be just as fuckable tomorrow as it was an hour ago. You don't feel it with that strap-on you wear, but my cock feels it. And the tighter the fit, the more I enjoy it. I don't think I need to say anything more, do I?"

Lucy stuck her tongue out at me, and put her hands on her hips. "OK, then, let's see you get it out of her. I'm betting it's gonna hurt."

I bet it's gonna hurt, too, but if she can relax her ass, it will hurt less."

"We've been hurting her all night. What's a little more pain gonna hurt?"

"I enjoy inflicting pain, Lucy, but not when it can harm the person. I don't want to rip her asshole. We need her to relax, so I can get this thing out."

Typical Lucy. Thinking of her own pleasure before someone else's. She just lowered her head and nearly whispered her answer. "OK."

Come to think of it, that's the typical Rita, too. And, there's nothing wrong with that, as long as I'm there to control 'em. Some of their self-serving tendencies can be fun. And, those self-serving ways really come out, when they're in Domme mode. I like that.

So, once Lucy had taken her place, everyone was ready to go. Lucy and Rita on the sides and James was holding the slut around the waist. I started stroking the slut's clit and pussy, to get her to relax. It really wasn't that easy. She'd been our pain slut all evening, in one way or another. I think she was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, because I'm always giving pleasure before dishing out the pain.

I had an idea. I told everyone to step aside, but to be ready to move back into position, quickly. I bent over her, and reached around so I could finger her clit with my left hand. The first time I touched it, her legs nearly gave out. It was very sensitive, but that didn't stop me. I hunched against her ass, pushing the butt plug in with my body. That, and my rubbing her clit, was getting her attention.

With my right hand, I started pinching her nipples, first one, then the other. She was responding in exactly the way I wanted. I could feel that she was breathing heavy. Her body twitched, as my fingers probed her pussy. I started grinding against her ass, hunching that dildo as much as I could. The slut loved the attention. She was getting close to cumming.

I wrapped both hands around her waist and pulled her back against me. I heard her whimper from behind the gag. I was starting to enjoy it, too. My cock was getting hard and I'm sure she could feel it against her ass cheeks.

The ever-impatient Rita just couldn't stand it. "So, are you just gonna make love to the bitch, or are we pulling the plug out of her ass?"

"I'm helping her relax. Just hang on for a second. Your fun time is coming."

Like a couple of kids, that Lucy and Rita. Always wanting to play and they don't want to share their toys. Well, this toy was mine, so I was making the rules. We would share, but because she was mine, I didn't want her harmed. If it's damaged, there's a period of down time when I'd be without. A tight submissive asshole is a thing of beauty, I tell ya'. It must be taken care of!

I continued my quest of helping the toy relax. What I was really doing was helping her focus her thoughts on another part of her female body, and maybe that would cause her asshole to relax. But, that was difficult because she was such an ass slut. And, the butt plug wasn't made to conceal.

If I just touched the base of it, that sent sweet sensations though her body. But, I knew she would also respond to my rubbing her clit and pussy. If I could get her attention centered on something other than her ass, I might be able to get the plug out. I continued to lean over her, rubbing her clit with my fingers. She started wiggling her ass against me, responding to my advances. I decided I needed to stop leaning over her that way, because I was touching the butt plug, forcing it into her ass. She liked that too much.

I got Lucy and Rita to hold the spreader bar again, keeping the slut in position. Then, without touching her body in other places, I reached around and teased her clit. The reaction I got was a quick jerk from my initial touch and a little squeal of pleasure. I got more vigorous with my probing and I heard moaning from behind the gag. 

I leaned down to her ear and began to entice her with some inspirational talk. "Well now, I see my little slut likes her clitty touched. She's not just an anal slut. You're also responsive to other sensations. I bet I can control you in ways you didn't expect. What do you think? Wanna try, slut?"

All I got was more moaning and a whimper or two. She was sure enjoying my touch. Maybe a little sensitive touching was just the ticket, after being our evening pain slut. Depriving her of orgasms had kept her excited and eager to the point a minimal amount of caressing went quite a long way.

I kept up the talk, as I slowly pushed my finger inside her pussy. "You know I could torment you like this for as long as I want. I can tell when you're about to cum." I could feel her legs shaking. She liked it. "Then, I just stop touching you, and let you calm down."

I pulled my fingers out of her, and stood beside her, watching her reaction. She groaned her disappointment. She really wanted something inside her. She was such a slut. I whispered for James to get me that bullet vibrator we had shoved inside her earlier. When he handed it to me, I turned it on low. Its humming sound was obvious, and the slut whimpered in anticipation of its touch.

I kneeled down so I could reach her better. First, I touched it lightly to each erect nipple. That wasn't where she thought I was going with it, but she enjoyed it, just the same. Back and forth, from one to the other, I touched them, just enough to let her feel the vibrations on those sensitive nipples. She wiggled slightly, each time I changed sides. Then, I turned the vibe on high and repeated it all over again.

Her movements changed to high, too. I was just touching the very tip of her nipples with the vibe. It was interesting how much that minimal touch was exciting her. Then, I started touching her body in random areas with the vibe. I never pressed very hard. Just as I had with her nipples, I just lightly caressed her body with it. She wiggled and whimpered in appreciation, each time I touched her. It was kind of like a cattle prod of pleasure.

I continued my torment. "I see how you enjoy this little thing. It can be amazing, can't it? This little humming cylinder can be very exciting." I was slowly moving down her body, touching stomach...ribs...belly button. Her legs were really shaking. She was quivering more and more.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "You can tell where I'm going with this, can't you, slut. I could torment you and touch you everywhere but your throbbing clit, or I could be nice and rub it right up against that hot little bud. I bet you'd like that."

She groaned so loudly, I thought she was about to cum. But, she knew that I knew how badly she needed that vibe pressed against her clit. She also knew I would milk her need and use it against her.

I touched it to her inner thighs and slowly moved it upwards, missing her clit by a very little bit. She nearly cried from her need and tried to twist towards the vibe. So, I took it away.

"No," I said, sternly. "You're not playing fair. I'm in control, not you. If you want me to continue, you will stand still. Do you understand?"

All she could do was whimper and nod her head. Even that was difficult, because her throbbing pussy was on her mind. She wanted it to be touched and I think she would have taken it any way she could get it.

"Stand still, like a good little girl, and I might let you cum."

When Lucy and Rita heard that, I got two very dirty looks. Of course, Rita had to say something, too. "I wanna cum, too. Why you thinking about her? Shouldn't she be sucking James' cock or yours? Shit, maybe it's my turn, again, but it sure isn't hers!"

Lucy was quick to agree. "Why does she get to cum? She's the fuck toy. She should be doing us!" If Rita hadn't said something first, I don't think Lucy would have been so bold. She might give you a dirty look, but her mouth stays shut. Well...most of the time it does. Lucy has her outburst moments, too. 

But, Rita is more outspoken. She's also more of a Domme, so she really looks at that slut as someone who should service her. Seeing me service the slut just wasn't right, in Rita's eyes. She was down right hateful. "Lucy and I have to stand here and watch while you make her quiver and shake. You make such a nice couple. When do I get to quiver and shake like that?"

"If you keep up with the outbursts, you won't be quivering at all, let alone shaking," said James. "You just had a big orgasm. You both did. Don't be so selfish. We're guests here, and guests don't make demands." James knew how to handle her. After all, he lived with her.

But, Rita just couldn't shut up. "I just don't see why she..."

James took a step towards Rita and pointed his finger right at her. "I don't care what you don't see or want to see right now, Rita! We are guests here, and you can leave any time you want. We are taking turns. You just had your turn so I don't even understand why you're complaining. You weren't complaining a little while ago."

That shut her up. I don't know what it was, specifically, but something James said, or the tone in his voice turned her into a shrinking violet. Lucy wisely kept her mouth closed, too.

I had turned the vibrator off while Rita and James talked. I turned it back on and started running it over the slut's inner thighs, again. Except for the fact she was shaking in her need, she stood still, while I inched closer and closer to her pussy.

Rita and Lucy stood silently, holding the bound slut steady. I could see the jealousy in Rita's face. She sure didn't think the slut should be pleasured. I ignored the looks. Even if it was under protest, she was doing her part. And, I think understood her position more than James did. Maybe James had seen it more often and had just seen enough.

The slut was shivering from the vibrator's touch. I held it tightly in my hand and touched her clit with my extended finger. That finger was vibrating almost as much as the vibrator itself. And she really appreciated my finger. But, I didn't leave it there very long. I wanted that appreciation to build some more. I had a plan. And, it was a plan I thought Rita was going to like.

I looked up at Lucy. I looked into her eyes, as I played with the slut's pussy. I saw her expression change, as the slut's body wiggled around. I don't know what she was thinking. Maybe she was imagining herself in the slut's position, or maybe she was just enjoying the show. But, that wrinkled brow had melted somewhat and I saw a hint of a smile.

I looked up at Rita. It didn't take me long to see her expression. She clutched the spreader bar so tight, her knuckles were white. She was in one of her modes and I think if I had allowed it, she would have loved to get her Domme hands on the slut. And, actually, that was part of my plan. Being in that mode, she was very good at mental torment. I just had to keep her from any physical torment, if I wanted my slut's body to last the night.

I moved my vibrating finger back up to the slut's clit. It just lightly grazed the skin. I repeated this several times as the slut groaned her need to be satisfied. I knew she could feel my finger, but the way she was bound, she couldn't get closer to it, so I could spend as much time as I wanted at it.

She could move from side to side, but she needed to move her hips forward to get closer. She could only move her whole body forward. Lucy and Rita were in control of that. I got on my knees so I could get a closer look at what I was doing. I made sure the vibrator was set to low, because that gave a coarser vibration. Then, I did the same type of touching, but to her pussy lips.

Right in the center, just below her clit, I lightly ran my finger down her wet sex. Her legs were bound tightly together, so I had to twist my wrist a little to keep from touching her with anything but my finger. That was important. It made her mind center totally on my finger and what it was doing...and where.

I moved my finger down as far as I could, then changed direction and followed the same path back up. I ever so lightly touched her clit before removing my hand, again. I looked down at the slut's toes. I noticed she was wiggling them a lot, as if she was trying to keep her mind off of her pussy. If that's what she was doing, it was going to take a lot of toe wiggling.

With my other hand, I reached up and pinched each nipple. They were both hard knobs of flesh and very sensitive to touch. She reacted with whimpers of pleasure, but I knew she would. Then, my vibrating finger returned to her clit. But, I applied the finger with more pressure, and made circles around it. At the same time I was still pinching her nipples with the other hand. Again, she whimpered, and I could hear insistence in her whimpers. She had been watching me. I looked into her eyes. She looked back at me with such a delicious need. She wanted my finger deep inside her.

So, I gave her what she wanted. I shoved my finger deep into her pussy, but just as quickly, I pulled it back out. She first squealed when it went in, but that quickly changed to a groan, when I pulled it out. She knew I was only teasing her. To make that perfectly clear to her, I held my finger up for her to see. It glistened with her wetness. She so wanted to cum. Her eyes begged me to help her cum. But, of course, I only smiled back at her.

James walked over and handed me the little whip that we had enjoyed using on her. He didn't say anything, but I understood the look on his face. Sexual satisfaction could be obtained in various ways. Direct digital stimulation was only one of those ways. Stimulation from certain kinds of pain was also another way. And, when those two were introduced together, things happened faster.

It was a perfect implement. It was thin and sturdy, yet it was flexible as a new switch, freshly cut from a tree. I took the whip and poked it in-between the slut's legs, then snaking it up around her pussy and asshole. While behind her, I ran it up and down the crack of her ass, and again pushed it between her legs. I poked her pussy with the tip, and watched her jerk when it found those sensitive areas.

Then, I brought the vibrator back. Using my finger again, I started between her tits and slowly ran down her stomach to her belly button. Then, I used the tip of the vibrator itself and ran up and down the sides of her body, poking her ribs as I went. I poked and prodded her without mercy, and she jerked away with each one. She must have been ticklish. I never actually heard her laugh, but when someone is gagged, you usually don't.

I got down in front of her again and touched her clit with the vibrator. Then, ran it down her pussy lips, just as I had done with my finger, before. While she was reacting to that, I poked the whip in-between her thighs from behind and wiggled it around. Both sensations were easy to comprehend on their own, but together, they were difficult for her to take. Not only was she whimpering and wiggling, but she was soon gasping from the vibrator. I was using it to open her pussy lips, to allow the whip access.

Lucy and Rita were forced to hold her up, because her legs were giving out. She was reacting to every stimulation I gave her, and was very close to cumming. But, I wasn't ready for that, just yet. I stood up behind her and started whipping her ass with the whip. She jerked and tried to get away from it, but Lucy and Rita held her still. I could see her clenching ass cheeks and moving her feet around, but the girls were holding her in place.

After a minute or two of a good whipping, I let her calm down a little. That was a very large part of the plan. After she had calmed down, it all started again. The vibrator, the whip and all of the torment.

Again, I started with my vibrating finger. She was much quicker to respond that time. In fact, everything I did got a much quicker response than the time before. The need in her was quickly growing and I knew it would be only a matter of time until she was right where I wanted her to be.

I ran my finger up and down her pussy, I pinched her nipples, and I held the vibrator right on her clit. But, when I put that vibe on her clit, it started things going too quickly, so I had to add the whip as a counter measure. I pressed the vibe to her clit for a few quick seconds, and then I gave her ass a good lash of the whip. The vibe found her clit again, and then the whip found her ass, again. I had it orchestrated to be the good sensations and the bad sensations so her mind would get lost in it all.

I pushed the whip in-between her thighs, and let it tickle her pussy lips. Then, while running the vibrator up and down her body, I ran the end of the whip up and down the inside of her legs. I'm sure it felt like little fingers running up and down her sensitive inner thighs.

I decided it was time for one final addition to the plan. I asked James to bring me some tape from the slut's desk. I used it to tape the vibrator to the base of the butt plug. It didn't touch her ass at all, but just the plug. I had it turned off while taping it, and when finished I turned it on. I let it go on low for a short time, then turned it to high.

The vibrations went though the plug and deep into her ass. It wasn't a large vibrator, but it was powerful. The slut reacted to it, by wiggling her ass. I know she must have been clutching at it, with her asshole, but it was stretched so, I couldn't tell. But, that was the idea I had in mind. I wanted all sensations to be invading her mind at once.

I continued tormenting her mind, as I caressed her tits with my hands. I leaned down and told her she had no control over what she felt, and I could stop what I was doing at any time and just leave her with her need. Or, I could leave her in the hands of Rita, to do with her, as she wanted. "Wouldn't you like that, Rita? To be in charge of her, after she's been properly stimulated?"




My New Boss Ch. 20



Rita was caught off guard, a little. Although she would never admit to it, I think she was getting off on what I was doing to the slut, just like Lucy was. But, she pulled herself together and answered me in the typical Rita way. "Oh, I know I could take care of her for you. And, I'm sure she would be more than willing to satisfy any wish I had, if there was a chance I would finally satisfy her."

"Oh, I know she would be more than willing to do as you want, Rita."

"I don't care what she would be willing to do. She would do it, because I would be in charge. She would do it if she wanted to be satisfied. And, she would have to be quite skillful, if she was to please me."

I leaned down to whisper into the slut's ear, so only she could hear me. "See, sweetie? I could give you to Rita. Right now, she's not really your best friend, I'd venture to guess. She sees me giving you pleasure and that's making her a bit testy."

I ran my hands lightly over her bound body, then patted her on the ass. "And, the way you're tied, she could have her way with you quite easily. You surely remember her strap-on from earlier in the evening. But, she was in a better mood, then. I bet she'd be a bit rougher on you, this time."

Everything was working on the slut's mind. The physical torment, giving pleasure and pain stimulation, and the mental torment together with the anguishing thoughts of Rita taking her aggressions out on her. It was about time for a climax.

I stood up behind her and started wiggling the butt plug. The vibrator was humming away, and she could feel it, I'm sure. I reached around and was playing with her clit at the same time. She was so turned on there was a stream of saliva dripping from the gag and her whole body was hot to the touch.

Rita's Domme mode had clicked on, so it wasn't easy to turn her off. "Come on, let me have her. She doesn't deserve this pleasure and she needs to pay the price."

"Yeah," laughed Lucy. "Let us have her. We'll make sure she cums...eventually."

With my hand gestures, I assured them the time was near. They only needed to be patient for a little longer. My plan was about to er, um...climax.

And, Rita and Lucy's words weren't wasted on the slut. She shook her head back from side to side, when she heard they wanted to "have her". She knew Rita would be less than kind and Lucy would do whatever Rita said. Those two would have their way with her, that's for sure.

I saw her shaking her head and took advantage of it. I got right up to her ear and whispered softly, so only she could hear me. "So, sweetie, you don't want Rita to get hold of you, huh?"

Again she shook her head in a more exaggerated manner, as if she wanted to be sure I understood her.

I continued to probe her body with my fingers and the vibrator was buzzing against the butt plug. "You know Rita isn't too happy with you, right now. She would surely make you pay for that anger."

I think the helplessness she felt made the slut feel even hotter. She knew she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop her, if I gave Rita the OK. That helpless feeling compounded the sexual fever I was causing with my hands. I heard her start moaning. So, I shoved my fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them back and forth. I also put my thumb on her clit and rubbed it hard against her pelvic bone.

This was just too much for her and she was getting so weak in the knees she had to be held up. James came back over and took hold of her waist, while Lucy and Rita continued to hold the spreader bar. I stood behind her and pushed my hand through her bound legs right at her crotch, so I could get to her wet pussy. I also held on to the butt plug and twisted it around, allowing it's buzzing to be felt down inside her ass.

I heard her whimpers turn to cries and her wiggling legs gave out. James and the girls held her up. Her legs were shaking. Then, as I shoved three fingers deep inside her pussy, she let out a muffled scream that we all knew was the beginning of her climax.

I told the girls and James to hang on to her, and I started pulling on the butt plug. The slut started screaming. I looked up at Rita and Lucy and saw smiles forming on their faces. They knew what I had planned, by that time, as did James. I was trying to get that butt plug out, while the slut was involved in her climax.

James had to hold her up and keep her body steady. I was pulling against him. Lucy was giggling so hard, she didn't realize she and Rita were pulling against James. But, Rita did. If James hadn't been in the middle, that plug would have popped right out of the slut's ass. But, I was hoping for a more graceful tug of war.

James stood his ground, until he saw the flange coming out. The slut was screaming, and we couldn't tell if she was screaming from a climax or from the pain of the plug stretching her asshole. But, we were beyond the point of stopping, and I kept the slow twisting and pulling until the flange made its way out.

At just the same time, the slut shrieked, and she quickly quieted after the plug was out. I wasn't completely sure on the timing, but I think she climaxed very close to the moment I was pulling the plug out of her ass. All of her screaming built up to that point. But, I'm sure some of her screaming was from pain, too. That was not a small butt plug.

I looked at her asshole. It had obviously been stretched. I pointed it out to James with a frown. My new fuck hole wasn't quite as small as it had been, earlier in the evening. But, I knew it was a very resilient part of her body, and I'd be fucking it again, in no time.

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My New Boss Ch. 21



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Because my fuck toy's body was so resilient, it gave me an idea. She had been used all evening without being asked what she wanted to have happen. Not that it wasn't something she wanted, because she had said in the beginning she wanted to be used by me in any way I thought fit. She wanted to be my fuck toy.

But, I thought it would be fun to have her either ask for a punishment or perform some sexual act on each of us. She would have her wrists bound behind her back, and her ankles would be hobbled, so she could only walk in short steps.

In this little game, there would be two rounds. In the first round, the person she asked would be allowed to take her request wherever they wanted. So, if she asked me for a spanking, I could spank her in any way I wanted, as long as it was a spanking. It could be over the knee, bent over the desk, or maybe draped over the back of one of the chairs.

I could decide on the implement, if the slut doesn't specify one in her request. But, if she specified anything, it had to be done that way. And, the spanking could last as long as I wanted, as long as it wasn't brutal. I had to stick that part in, because I knew I'd have a problem with Rita wanting to go too far.

The slut would be naked, and the ball gag would be around her neck, in case the spanking somehow required its use. I could also decide that, if the slut made no mention of it. I could also make the slut count swats or make her beg to be spanked harder or longer.

The second round would be quite different. The same order would be taken as she had selected in the first round, but she no longer had a choice, like she did in the first round. The second round was totally our choice.

I had Rita and Lucy untie the spreader bar and remove all ropes from the slut's body. James was good at tying a hobble, so he tied her ankles with the rope. She had enough play in the rope to walk, but she would have to walk slow and take short steps. James also did a very good job tying her wrists behind her back. He wrapped the rope around her left wrist several times and then around her right wrist the same way. Then, he wrapped the rope around both wrists on top of that. Not only was she sufficiently bound, it looked very nice, too.

What he did with her ankles was similar in that he wrapped the rope several times around each ankle with one single strand about ten inches between them. The slut stood there, naked with the ball gag around her neck, like a necklace for decoration.

I made sure she understood the plan and her part of it. "OK slut, we begin a new game. It will be two rounds. The first round, you have more freedom as to what punishments you submit to, from each of us. But, there are some rules we all must follow. First, you ask for a punishment from one of us or maybe offer a sexual act. Be as specific as you want. Any details you desire will be carried out as you specify. But, in case you don't mention something, that person will be allowed to decide what to do."

I could see the slut was getting excited. She listened to every word I said. I could also see her pupils were also getting large, which is a sign she enjoyed what she was hearing. Her body language was also good, as she stood there with her shoulders back, and her tits pushed out. Her nipples were also very erect. She seemed ready and willing.

I continued with my summary of the game rules. "Once your request is made and all other aspects have been decided, you will submit to that person. We will decide the length of time, not you. During round two, we will decide on a punishment or sexual act. We will keep the same order that you chose in round one, and you will have to submit to anything we decide. Do you understand all of this?"

The slut didn't hesitate at all, but was very quick with her answer. "Yes, Sir."

"Good. Then, we'll begin. Who do you want to punish you, first? It's up to you."

The slut couldn't decide on one of us. I could tell she was having problems with her decision. She hadn't had to decide on anything all evening. Everything had been decided for her, after her initial decision to make it happen.

Some submissive people have a difficult time making decisions. I guess she was one of those. I didn't see a problem with waiting, although I knew Rita would say something, soon. You can always count on Rita voicing her opinions.

It seemed like she was trying to pick out a favorite flavor of ice cream or something. She couldn't decide. I told her there was no problem with who went first, because we all were going to get a turn. She smiled softly, then decided on Lucy.

Lucy was quick to stand up and walk over to the slut. "What have you decided on, slut?" asked Lucy. "Keep in mind I have a strap-on waiting for your behind."

"Oh, I would like you to spank me, please. I'd love to feel your hand making my behind red."

Lucy smiled. "A hand spanking, huh?" She looked over at me. "And I get to decide how this spanking happens, right?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, that's right. She decides on the punishment. Then, anything she doesn't specify, you can decide on."

Again, Lucy smiled. She walked over to the slut and looked her over. The slut was standing there, ankles hobbled and wrists bound behind her back. Lucy noticed how hard the slut's nipples were. She took her finger and flicked each one. The slut seemed to like that. Then, Lucy pinched them both, at the same time.

The slut moaned and her knees buckled. Lucy looked over at Rita. They both smiled. I didn't know what Lucy had in mind, but I hoped she didn't think a tag team thing was possible.

Speeding Lucy up a bit seemed necessary. "Come on, Lucy. We all get a turn, but not until you're finished with yours. If yours never starts, neither will ours."

"OK, I get the point."

Continuing her walk around the slut, Lucy had a nice smile on her face. She looked her up and down, like she was a horse she was going to buy. "OK, I guess I'll just take you over my knee."

Lucy walked over to a chair and sat down. She patted her thighs, as she looked at the slut. "Come on over here and get your spanking, slut."

The slut smiled and did her best to walk over to where Lucy was sitting. She was in one of the only straight back chairs of the room. Most of them were padded and had over stuffed padded arms, too. Those weren't that good for over the knee spankings.

I was surprised at Lucy. She was being very calm. I half expected her to go into Domme mode or something and want to grab the largest wooden paddle from James' bag. But, the slut had requested her hand, and Lucy was following the rules without a problem.

The slut was standing beside Lucy, but because her hands were bound behind her, she wasn't able to drape herself over Lucy's lap. Lucy hadn't caught on to that yet, and was getting impatient. After a short wait, Lucy's Domme mode got the better of her. "Well, slut? Get your ass over my lap, if you know what's good for you. Don't keep me waiting."

The slut attempted to comply, but it wasn't easy. She slowly bent down the best she could, then lost her balance and fell over Lucy's thighs. Lucy had to grab hold of her, to keep her from falling on forward.

Without missing a beat, Lucy playfully patted the naked behind in front of her. "So, this cute little ass is all mine, huh? I'm not going to be gentle, slut. This is my time in the sun, and your ass is going to get burned."

Lucy rested her hand on the slut's upturned ass. With her other hand, she took hold of her bound wrists to keep her in position. That also kept her off balance. She wasn't going to be able to get up from Lucy's lap without some help. Lucy moved her hand from her ass between the slut's ass cheeks and to her pussy. "Well, you're already wet, slut. The fun hasn't even started and you're all wet. Such a naughty little slut you are."

The slut wiggled her ass, as if to tempt Lucy to begin the spanking. It looked to me as if Lucy was more into taking her time. That was until she finally did begin, and once she did, her hand was in rapid-fire mode. She didn't even start off slow. Just one smack after another. It seemed like it was as fast as her hand would go.

The slut was caught off guard. We all were. The speed spanking had the slut's body wiggling all over Lucy's lap, as moans and smacking sounds filled the room.

I looked over at James. He was already looking at me. I couldn't help it. I had to say something. "I wonder if she'll come up for air in a bit."

"She sure went from zero to speed demon in nothing flat, didn't she," James laughed.

The slut's ass was already pretty red, and I'm sure it was hot to the touch, too. Lucy didn't look like she had it in her, but she was quickly proving she did. I wasn't counting the swats, but I'm sure she had delivered very near one hundred, in just a short amount of time.

It was exciting to see the slut clenching her ass cheeks and wiggling all over the place. I'm sure she was wondering if Lucy's hand would ever take a break. Her ass could have used one. Soon, the slut was wincing in pain, with each of Lucy's spanks.

Lucy had the slut's bound wrists in a lock hold and had forced them toward her upper back. The slut was in Lucy's control, with her wrists held like that. It was more impressive because the slut's body was larger than Lucy's. Neither was that big, but Lucy was short. The slut was tall, but she was thin.

The spanking finally stopped. There was silence in the room, except for the whimpering of a well-spanked slut. I got up, thinking it was all over, but just as I got up, Lucy started in on the slut's ass, again, just as fast as before.

The slut reacted by tensing up her whole body. "Oh, oh!"

Just after starting again, the spanking stopped. We all watched as Lucy rested her hand on the slut's red ass cheeks. She looked up at Rita and smiled. And, just as soon as Rita smiled back, Lucy started spanking the slut's ass again.

Again the slut was caught off guard and her body jerked and twitched with each of Lucy's smacks. But, Lucy had a good hold on her wrists, so she wasn't going anywhere. It was amazing how hard little Lucy was spanking the slut. It seemed like she was a robot or something. She was a spanking machine.

One more time Lucy stopped spanking the slut, but that time, she slowly inched her hand past the slut's hot cheeks and between her legs, to her pussy. She found it very wet. She dipped her first two fingers inside her, and got them nice and wet. Then, she pulled them out and slowly inched those wet fingers into the slut's asshole. She pushed them in, without too much effort.

The slut reacted with shock, at first, trying to turn her head to look at Lucy. But, Lucy had her bound wrists in her grasp, so turning her body wasn't easy. And, when Lucy saw what the slut was doing, she quickly returned to her speed spanking.

The slut gasped from the initial shock when the spanking returned, and went back to her role of whimpering spankee. Slight gasps also came from her mouth, while her body reacted to the pain. Lucy was concentrating on making that entire ass red. She was smacking all over with her hand, so she wouldn't miss any spots.

Those spots included the slut's upper thighs, just below her ass cheeks. They were sensitive, because when Lucy started smacking there, the slut's body jerked after each one. And, not only did her body jerk, but she yelped in pain, too. She tried to cover her ass with her hands, but little Lucy made sure that didn't happen. In fact, she couldn't even come close.

I always enjoy the seemingly involuntary responses of some subs. Take the slut, for instance. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and there was no way she could cover much of her ass. But she tried, just the same. I don't know why, but that makes my cock hard, just watching a woman struggle in her bondage. That, coupled with the slut's body jerking after each swat and those cute yelps that escaped from her mouth made me impatient for my turn.

All this time, Rita was doing her best to wait for her turn. Patience is not her best thing. Especially when she wants something. She was sitting quite still. She was also biting her lower lip. I'm sure she wanted to get her hands on that slut's body...literally. The longer Lucy made her wait, the more Rita's sexual tension built up. I expected some kind of an explosion from her.

Lucy was getting high on control. She was lusting from Domme mode. And, it was always fun to see her "in control" because of her size. I guess in this case, size doesn't matter. "Hey slut, your ass is getting nice and red. How does it feel?"

"It hurts," the slut replied.

Lucy's eyes glared like fire, and she smacked the slut's ass hard. "Miss Lucy! Call me Miss Lucy!"

The slut had to gasp out her answers, between spanks. "Yeow! Yes, ma'am...I mean Miss Lucy."

"Now, tell me, again. How does your red ass feel?"

"Owe! It hurts, Miss Lucy. Ouch! Oh!"

"That's better. I'm Miss Lucy. Now, don't forget. Because, if you do, I'll think up something nasty for you to do."

"Ouch! I won't forget, Miss Lucy. Mmmmm..ouch!"

Lucy stopped the spanking and looked at the palm of her hand. "My hand is all red, and it hurts. It's all your fault, bitch. You caused my hand to hurt."

"Oh, but Miss Lucy, your hand is very sexy. Why do you think I asked you for a spanking?"

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry your hand hurts but I love being put over your knee, and being in your control."

"Oh, yeah?"

"I had no idea how much I'd like it."

Lucy got a big grin on her face. "Well, in that case, here's some more." And, Lucy started in speed spanking the slut's ass, again.

Rita just couldn't hold it in, any longer. Watching wasn't her thing. "Hey! What about me? Lucy, you said your hand hurts, so take a break."

Lucy stopped spanking just long enough to look over at Rita and frown. Then, she started right back in on that slut's behind.

Of course, that pissed Rita off. "Hey!" She looked over at me. "I want a turn. She's hogging the bitch for herself. Don't you think?"

I knew I had to be calm, and quiet, and I was. "Well, Rita, there is no real time limit on each person's turn. As long as it doesn't turn brutal..."

"Well, shit. I want my turn."

"You might not be next. The slut will decide that."

Rita threw her arms up in the air. "Shit. Then I'll never get a turn."

I couldn't help but laugh. I think Rita knew she had been hard on the sub, and didn't see a rekindling of their affections as forthcoming. "Why do you say that? There are only four of us. You'll get a turn. She has to pick you. It's part of the game."

"She hates me. I hate her. I'll be last, I'm sure."

I was still smiling, trying not to let Rita see. But, it felt good to see her getting a taste of her own doing. "There's nothing wrong with being last, Rita. Look at it this way. She'll be saving the best 'til last."

James jumped in to help me, as I was dying a slow death. I just couldn't stop laughing. "Rita, just take your spot in the order you're chosen. All of this bull shitting is only making us all wait."

"Well, OK." Then, in some last ditch effort to save her Domme face, she leaned down to the slut and gave her a very nasty look. "You had better pick something good for me. Do you hear me, bitch?"

The slut was still draped over Lucy's knee, getting her ass spanked and wasn't even listening to any of us. She was quite involved in Miss Lucy's world, and didn't even notice Rita's rant. It was a good thing, too. She might have felt intimidated and I didn't want that. I wanted a sub that was at ease to select who she wanted, and what she wanted from that person. Maybe Rita would be happy, too, if she'd only calm down and think it over.

Meanwhile, back at the spanking...Lucy was finally getting tired. The slut's ass was quite red, and both of them were sweating. The slut was flinching less, but it was obvious her ass was sore. Lucy packed a pretty mean smack in that arm of hers, but it came to an end.

James and I helped the slut up off of Lucy's lap. Her ass was a deep contrast to the rest of her white body. There were even spots where Lucy's full handprint was visible. I patted the slut on her freshly spanked ass. It was as hot as fire, and I knew it felt the same way. She jerked away from my hand. Her eyes were red but she had a slight smile on her face while a proud Lucy still sat in the chair.

"OK, slut, who's going to be next?" I asked. Remember, you choose the punishment or act and who administers it. We decide just how it will be administered.

She stood there for a second, looking at all of us. Then, she hobbled over to James. She looked into his eyes while she slowly sank to her knees. Then, still looking deep into his eyes, she smiled. "Would you please fuck my mouth with your hard cock?"

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My New Boss Ch. 22



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For a few seconds, James just stood there looking at her. I'm sure he was soaking it all in. I know I would have. The image of a naked woman, bound and helpless, and that look on her face as she said those words. What man could resist? Not me.

James' face began to glow with desire. I could see those wheels of lust churning in his head as he looked down at her. I'll say one thing for that slut. She knew how to get what she wanted. She knew the walk and the talk. That wasn't the first time she'd said those words.

I was watching the two of them, waiting for one of them to say something, for one of them to move. I think James was expecting her to say more about how she wanted to be taken, but she didn't. She didn't specify anything. That meant he was in complete control of the situation.

But, he just stood there, stroking his hard cock. The tip of it was only inches from her waiting lips. The sexual tension was thick. The slut was clenching her bound fists, as she waited for James to make his move. We were all waiting. I was envious. I was starting to feel a little like Rita. I wanted my turn!

James finally broke the silence. "So, you want this, slut?"

The slut just nodded her head, still looking deep into his eyes.

"Well, you know I can handle that for you, don't you?" he asked.

She just smiled and ran her tongue across her lips. I think James finally came out of it, and took control. He walked over to the ottoman and pulled it over to where she was kneeling. "Sit on the floor and lean your head back against this ottoman."

The slut was eager to please. She had some difficulty sitting down, but once she got there, leaning back against the cushion of the ottoman was easy. And, her head was tilted back quite nicely.

I guess James thought it was a nice tilt, too. That was his intention. Because he got down on his knees and straddled her bound body. In her position, the slut's bound hands were behind her and her bound legs were beneath James. Once he got himself into position, her mouth was right where he wanted it.

James held his hard cock in one hand and he leaned against the ottoman with the other. His body was arched over her head, and his cock was like a loaded gun ready to go off. "Kiss it."

The slut was quick to do as told. She kissed the very tip of his cock, then she leaned back against the ottoman, and smiled up at James.

James groaned a bit, but who wouldn't? "Take your tongue and lick the precum from the hole in the tip."

Again, she was quick to act. She raised up, stuck out her tongue and poked that sexy thing right into the top of James' cock. I had a side view, and her tongue looked rather skilled at what it was doing. While her tongue was busy, she looked up at James. His eyes were glazing over, but he was still in control.

Yes, James keeps his control quite well. He's kind of like me. He doesn't get mad, and he doesn't lose control of his sexual self. He concentrates on the task at hand. He was about to use the slut's mouth, and knowing James, he was sure to milk it for all he could. "Now, lean back and form a very small "O" with your lips. No teeth, or I'll have to find the zapper."

The slut was ready. Her nipples were erect and they looked very hard. She was fidgeting with her toes, but I think that was just from nervous tension. What would you expect, if you were naked and helpless, and your mouth was about to be fucked?

James did one last thing that showed he is of the kinky variety. He picked up the lube and dabbed a little on his fingers. And, while the slut was holding her "O" position, he smeared lube on her lips. "I don't want you to get friction burns on those pretty lips." Then, he smiled.

The slut's eyes got larger, when she saw what he was doing. And when she heard why he was doing it, they got even wider. Her cute puckered lips didn't move, though. She had asked for it and I think she knew James could give her what she wanted.

"OK, slut. Let's see you in action." He leaned over her and by holding it with one hand, he put the head of his cock right in front of her mouth. "Keep those lips just like that."

He slowly leaned more, just until the tip was touching her lubricated lips. Then, he pushed, and his cock forced it's way into the slut's mouth. She groaned as his thrust shoved it deep into her mouth. Her head was forced back into the cushion of the ottoman, and her nose was mashed against his pubic hair.

James held his cock still, while the slut tried to adjust. With him on top of her, she was his captive, but with his cock deep in her throat, she was his victim. He changed positions so both of his hands rested on the ottoman, above the slut's head. That gave him perfect leverage for thrusting in addition to a bird's eye view of her face, while he stuffed it with his cock.

He slowly pulled his cock out, but not all the way. Just as the head was about to come out, he shoved himself back into her throat. The sounds coming from the slut's mouth sounded like she had a pretty tight grip on him, with her lips.

Just as soon as he pushed deep into her, he pulled out of her, and repeated that for a while. The whole time he was watching from above, as his cock was taking her mouth. He wasn't pushing fast, but he was steady and with the full force of his hips.

The slut's cheeks puffed out, each time he shoved his cock into her and they sucked in, as he pulled out. I could hear air escaping from around her lips on the downward strokes, and sucking sounds, as he pulled up. She had such a vacuum hold on his cock, I bet it felt great. It sure looked great.

Our show continued. The slut's head was pushed deep into the ottoman's cushion, as James' hip action kept strong and steady. I could hear the slut gag a little each time James shoved his cock into her throat. She sure was a hungry little slut.

What I thought was interesting was the way James' cock went so deep into her little throat, when she couldn't deep throat mine. But, it's a completely different story, when a man's strong hips are pushing it in. And, that lube on her lips? Maybe I should have thought of that trick.

James was giving her every bit of his cock, and she was taking it all. But, she really didn't have a choice with the position she was in. I guess she could have bitten his cock, but that wouldn't be a nice thing to do. And, I'm pretty sure she enjoyed getting her mouth fucked by James. I saw the way she looked at him. She wanted it.

James was enjoying himself, too. That smile was on his face that meant he was feeling fine. Then, he kind of lost his balance. When he did, his cock slammed hard into the slut's mouth. His whole body weight came down and for a second I couldn't see much of the slut's head. It was buried deep in the ottoman's cushion. But, I know the slut took it deep that time. She raised her legs a little, but it might have been a reflect action. He quickly recovered and got back to business.

I thought James' arms were getting tired, because he stopped. But, all he did was pick up the lube and glob more on the slut's lips. She held her head still, just like a good slut should. Then, he got up on his knees and right up against her body. Grabbing handfuls of hair to hold her head still, he shoved his cock right back in. He had her head up off of the ottoman, just slightly. From the side view I had, I could tell his cock was going deep into her mouth. But, it had to be going somewhere and, she was hardly gagging at all.

It looked like an optical illusion. It seemed almost effortless for her to take his cock. I guess it was just a matter of who you're with, and what's going on. Maybe it was the lube. Gagging is a reflex action, but it also depends on other things, like the angle of the head. That must have been what it was, because she wasn't gagging. In fact, James' cock had to be going down into her throat.

I couldn't take my eyes off of it. God, that was sexy. Just watching them was nearly overpowering. Her hands bound behind her body and her ankles were tied, too. James straddled her, and was shoving his cock down her throat. The muscles in his legs were visible, as his lust seemed to be in charge.

All the sudden, he groaned from deep in his throat, and he moved his hands to the back of the slut's head. His thrusting changed to a longer and slower pace. His head was tilted back, and when he shoved his cock deep into her mouth, he held it there for a little while before pulling it back out. Each time, it seemed he left it there a little longer than the time before. I could see the slut's cheeks puff out, his fucking was so powerful.

The ball gag around her neck was bouncing against her breastbone. James was really forceful. Her nipples looked rock hard, and standing at attention. James was so close to her, his hairy legs mashed her tits up against her body. It was impressive to see these two in such a rhythm, like a single piston machine, instead of two independent bodies.

Lust overtaking him, James was groaning with each shove into the slut's mouth. He returned to watching his cock invade that mouth and then come back out again. Her lips were really getting a workout.

I could hear James breathing as it got heavier and his thrusts were very quick and deliberate. His hands were both behind the slut's head, so her face was taking the full force of his cock. As he got more forceful, I could hear her reactions to it. Whimpers and slight gagging sounds began coming from her throat, but it was difficult to hear, because James' moans were getting louder.

Because I couldn't hear her, I just watched the slut's body react. Her toes kind of curled back, during most of James' strokes but when he pushed his cock down her throat, she wiggled her feet almost like they were being tickled. That was the only real body part she could move, so it was her way of expressing herself. I didn't know what she was expressing, though.

It all was close to an end, as James was pumping her mouth hard. I was still impressed with the force and depth of the strokes. And, the slut was just taking it all. Her head was jerking with the fierce force of James' lust, as he was very near to cumming. It was difficult to see much of the slut's head, because James had such control over her.

She was quite helpless to do much more than take what he was giving her. Not that she was having any trouble with it, because she wasn't. At least, not that I could see. Then, James let out a loud groan and all of his muscles tensed up. He shoved his cock down the slut's throat and held it there, as he pumped his cum into her.

His body jerked around, but the slut's head was jerking right with him. I could see that she was wide eyed. I could hear her gagging as she did her best to swallow his cum. She didn't have a choice. As James continued to growl and groan, I saw her body begin to shake. Before, it had just been her head jerking from his control. But I could also hear what sounded like moans and little whimpers of pleasure coming from her. And, she was getting nearly as loud as James.

It seemed like they were both cumming. James was obviously keeping control of her head. He was looking down at her, while grinding his pubic hair against the slut's face. He continued to jerk her head around, as he finished inside her. The sounds coming from the slut were jerky too, as James' movements affected her voice.

James finally pulled his drained cock from the slut's mouth. It was covered with cum and saliva, and a trail of the mixture dripped down her chin. She quickly got most of it with her tongue, but she couldn't get it all.

James stumbled to his feet, and plopped into a nearby chair. His cock looked red. It got a real workout. The slut just sat there, licking her lips. I don't know if she came or not. I don't think she did. I think she was just choking on James' cum and complaining about it.

Her nipples still looked as hard as a rock. I'm sure she wanted release. But, that would depend on the punishment she chose next and who would give it to her. Her next problem was that only Rita and I were left, in the first round. Not that I was soft on her, but if there was any way she would be allowed to cum, I don't think Rita was the preferred choice.

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My New Boss Ch. 23



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So, while James recovered, the slut had some thinking to do. She seemed dazed and a little confused, but she did her best to sit up. She was still licking her lips. But, because she hadn't cum, there was no relaxing for her. Her breathing was very heavy and labored. Her chest was heaving with each breath. And, depending on which of us she chose, it could be a good thing or a bad thing. Rita was anxious for her turn, but I was ready for my turn, too.

After having her throat taken by James' cock, her thoughts were still a little fuzzy. I walked over and helped her stand, by putting my hands under her shoulders and lifting her up. Her legs were still quite shaky, and she didn't seem to be focusing her eyes very well. I stood beside her, in case she might lose her balance.

Rita was quick to make her opinion known. I think it was her way of intimidating the slut's choice. "OK, bitch, it's my turn, now. Right? You don't want me to be last, or I might be even more pissed off than I already am. Pick me now, or I'll be waiting, later."

I didn't think that was a good idea, but Rita acts on impulse. She knows what she wants and goes for it. That's not always a bad thing, but it can be. She was trying to get the slut to pick her, instead of me. I didn't know what the hurry was, because it was the first round in our game, and the slut's choice for what she received.

Seeing how Rita was frothing so, the slut could choose something pretty lame for her turn, and by the rules, Rita had to go along with it. But, that could also backfire on the slut, because in round two, Rita would decide what happens. Should the slut piss Rita off in the first round and worry about it, when her turn comes in the second?

The slut was just standing there, and Rita was glaring into her face. I didn't say anything, but from the look on her face, the slut wasn't all there. I think she was still lost in some kind of "la-la land", from her time with James. Oh, she was slowly coming back, but not fast enough for Rita.

Rita was getting anxious, so I decided to say something. "I don't think she's all there, yet, Rita. You're getting all worked up, and she's not even aware of you. Let her alone for a minute."

"Shit. She's standing on her own. She's looking at me. She knows what I'm saying."

"No, I don't think so. Look at her eyes. She might be looking at you, but that's about it. Looking and actually seeing are two different things. Let her be for a minute. I know what you're trying to do, but she doesn't."

"I think she knows. Don't you, slut?" Rita waved her hand in the slut's face, looking for a reaction in her eyes. "Hey, bitch! Snap out of it. I'm waiting. Hello? Yoo-hoo. Is anybody in there?"

There was very little reaction to Rita's hand, although the slut did seem to be coming around. Again, I explained to Rita. "See, I told you. She's not all there. James was just too much for her."

Rita leaned back on her heals and her attitude calmed. "Well, James can be that way. I know that. He's very forceful, when he sets his mind to it."

I was impressed that Rita was acting...well, sane. I expected her to grab the slut by the shoulders and start shaking her. I could visualise her yelling obscenities at the top of her lungs. But surprisingly, she stayed calm. Just the same, I didn't leave the slut's side, just in case.

As we were all standing there, the slut cleared her throat and looked at me. "Rita."

"What?" I asked.

She smiled. "Rita. I want Rita to be next. I want her to make my bottom nice and red, and then I want you to take my red ass, after that."

It looked like Rita got her wish. But, the slut wasn't finished with her choices. "I want her to use the crop."

"The crop?" Rita's eyes opened wide, and a smile started overtaking that mean look on her face. "That's a good choice, slut."

Playing my role of always-present referee, I asked the slut if she had any other requests for how Rita should proceed. She shook her head from side to side. "No. Just the crop."

That smile on Rita's face got even wider. I thought it was a mistake for the slut to leave so many options open to Rita, but maybe she had reasons for doing that. The look on Rita's face was that of excitement, so I knew we were in for a show. Rita is always one for action. I was just wondering if there was going to be any of the slut's ass left for me to take, when my turn came around.

Rita walked around the room, looking for the crop. She found it and immediately started swishing it through the air, as if testing it. The familiar sound brought out that evil look in her eyes, as she walked over to a chair and sat down. She sat there, and just looked at the slut. She didn't say a word, but was slapping the crop against her hand.

Still standing beside her, I whispered into the slut's ear. "I think your Mistress awaits you." She quickly turned her head my way, as if my voice startled her. I pointed to Rita and repeated that she was waiting for her.

"Oh, I'm sorry", she said.

Rita already had an evil look on her face. I hope she didn't hear what the slut said. All Rita needed was another reason to transfer that evilness to the crop.

Doing her best to hop over to Rita, it still took some doing. And, as soon as the slut got beside her, Rita stood up. "I've changed my mind. I want you in a different way for the crop. I need a better angle. Stand right there, slut."

The look on the slut's face was about like mine. Rita walked over to her bag. She was obviously looking for something. Just as I was about to ask her what she was searching for, she found it. She pulled out a leather training collar. She walked over and stood behind the slut. "Stand still, while I adjust this, slut."

It was about two inches tall with D rings in front, on the sides and the back. Quite frankly, I was wondering why it hadn't been brought out sooner. I could have put it to use. But, Rita had something figured out to use it for. As soon as it was strapped on, the slut seemed to stand straighter. It wasn't a posture collar, but it did seem to work that way.

She stood straight up, her perky nipples jetting out in front of her. The collar seemed to somehow enhance her bound wrists and ankles, like it was all made to work together. Then, Rita picked up a length of rope and tied it to the ring at the front of the collar. She pulled on it, and the slut was forced to hop along behind Rita. "Hop with me, like a good little bitch."

"What are you planning, Rita?" I asked.

"I'm getting her ready for you, of course."

"What do you mean, ready for me?"

"She said you get her ass, after me, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm just making sure she stays in position for you."

Rita continued to lead the slut, until they were at the edge of the desk. The slut was right up against and facing the back side of the desk. "Stand right there, slut."

Rita quickly walked around to the other side of the desk. She tugged on the rope, forcing the slut to bend over the desk. Pulling it tight, she tied it to one of the desk drawer handles. "This will keep her in position, for both of us. First me, then you."

I had to hand it to Rita. It did look tempting, for sure. The slut was forced to lean over the desk, but she could still move around. Her bound wrists were at the small of her back, and out of the way. Her bound ankles made sure she didn't move very much. Once again, her ass was a perfect target. I had to smile. "Nice job, Rita."

Rita walked back around the desk. She began slapping that crop against her hand again as she walked. The slut watched her, as much as was possible. Rita got behind the slut and grabbed her hips. She started moving her hips back and forth, forcing her to hop around. Looking back at me, Rita smiled. "See, she can wiggle around just enough, but still stays where she's put."

"Yes, Rita, I see. Like I've already said. Nice job."

"Just making sure you to understand, is all," she said with a smile. Then, she sat the crop down on the desk. Leaning over the slut's body, Rita stretched her arms out and found the ball gag that was around her neck. "We just need to add this little number, and we're ready to begin. Open wide, bitch."

The slut submitted and opened her mouth, but I heard her groan as she did. Was it a little disapproval, maybe? It sure seemed like it. But, she did as she was told, just the same. Rita picked up the crop and stood back. I knew it was very close to time for the fun to begin.

James and Lucy had settled down in their chairs. Ours was the strangest audience. We were always watching everything while naked. But, it did make for a better exchange, when our time to play came.

Rita tapped the crop on the slut's behind. I think she was just letting her know she was about to let into her. The slut did have several options that would have made Rita be less intimidating with her, but she didn't follow through with them. I wonder if she secretly wanted Rita's full wrath, or if she was just out of it so much, she didn't realise what she was forgetting. Well, she was very alert and waiting, like the rest of us.

Just then, Rita smacked the slut's ass with a quick swat. The slut jerked and we could hear a muffled cry from her. Then, Rita followed that with another, and another. Each time, the slut jerked, as she was startled with the pain. And, she cried out with each swat.

The way she was bound, she really couldn't turn her head very easily to see when the crop was coming. The collar restricted the movement of her head, so each time the crop landed on her ass, it startled her. And, I'm sure each one hurt, too.

Rita began swinging that thing pretty quick. The swishing sound got louder and louder, as did the slut's cries. She was wiggling after each swat, like she was trying to get the next one to land in a different spot. But, it looked like her ass was constantly wiggling. That's how fast Rita was swinging that thing.

She moved to a spot directly behind the slut's ass, and started swinging back and forth. That ass caught it on both the swing and the back swing. The crop landed more on the sides of her ass, during those swings.

The slut sure wanted to see what Rita was doing, but the rope and collar still prevented her head from twisting that far. But, curiosity getting the better of her, she had to try. It was fun to watch her try and twist her head around at the same time her body jerked.

The sounds of punishment filled the room. The swishing of the crop, the smacking sounds of it hitting naked flesh and then the whimpers that came after. Other than those distinct sounds, there was complete silence. After a while, I could also hear Rita's heavy breathing. She was getting quite a workout, too.

Rita was enjoying her control. Her face had a determined look on it. Eyes on her target. Her tits jiggled when she swung the crop. Every little bit, she licked her lips. She was wetting them, because breathing through her mouth kept drying them out.

Rita's aim moved down to the slut's upper thighs. That caused a distinct change in the slut's reactions. She had tender upper thighs and sometimes she to literally jumped in reaction to the crop. Rita's aim was deliberate to the insides of the slut's legs.

It was quite a dance we were watching. Rita wasn't leaving any spot of the slut's ass and thighs untouched. The slut wiggled and jerked about, but she couldn't move very much. She danced around as best she could, with bound ankles.

The rope attached to her collar was keeping her in position as well. What moving she could do looked very much like a little dance. It reminded me of one of those old west movies, where the gunslinger shot at the feet of some hapless victim, just for fun. Everyone was standing around laughing at the victim's plight, but not lifting a hand to help.

Rita took little breaks, but I don't think it was to allow the slut a rest. Her ass was pretty red and it had a few angry marks on it. The crop is good for getting every spot, because it is a sturdy tool. If you have a spot you want to hit, a little aiming is all that's needed.

The slut's ass was testament to that. There were red lines, almost like cane marks, but with distinctive little red welts at the ends. Her ass was covered with these. Up and down her ass, and they were even on her thighs.

Rita was leaving her mark all right. She sometimes went slow, methodically smacking certain spots. And other times she seemed to cut loose like a wild woman. Then, she'd take a break to inspect her handiwork.

After a while of this, I was wondering if Rita saw a stopping point ahead. The slut's ass was an angry red and there weren't any spots left that hadn't felt the crop. Rita didn't seem concerned with stopping. The slut was still dancing, and I'm sure that was keeping her fire burning.

I enjoy fucking a freshly punished ass, but I'm not into bloody flesh. Rita was well on her way to the former, but the latter wasn't far behind. Her ass was an overall bright red with some deep red welts. And, it was interesting how her complete ass cheeks were covered, without any missed spots. Rita's just like me. She loves symmetry in her work.

When I saw Rita aiming the crop into the crack of the slut's ass, I thought I should say something. "Hey, isn't that my territory you're getting into there? I mean, I understand it's part of her ass, but..."

Rita glanced over at me, then her eyes returned to her work. She didn't even break rhythm, as she answered me. "I'm just warming her hole up for you. That way, you'll be fucking a truly hot ass."

"Well, I do appreciate your thoughts, but don't go overboard. OK?"

"I'm almost finished here. Get your lube ready."

I smiled, then offered a joke, at the slut's expense. "Who said I was using lube? I like the friction of a tight hole. It causes heat on the shaft of my cock. I love it."

Rita stopped whipping the slut's ass, when I said that. She licked her finger and stuck it up the slut's asshole. That got a nice reaction and a whimper from the slut. Rita wiggled her finger around a little then, pulled it back out. "Well, I think you're in for a treat. I swear she grabbed hold of my finger and held on. Let me give her a few more right in her ass crack, and then she's yours."

I couldn't believe my ears. Rita was stopping on her own? Nobody had to pull her off? Nobody had to drag her away, frothing at the mouth, screaming obscenities? That was a little strange. Maybe she was just tired.

I watched her pull the slut's cheeks apart. It was even more obvious how red her ass was when I saw the white of her crack stand out against the punished red.

Rita forced the slut's cheeks open with one hand and aimed the crop with the other. She took slow and precise aim and smacked the slut's ass crack several last times. Each time, the slut jerked away. But, Rita just opened her crack, again. After a few well placed smacks with the crop, it was difficult to tell her crack from the rest of her ass. The color was the same.

Rita motioned me over. Holding the slut's ass cheeks open, she showed me her handiwork. "See how I've marked up her asshole? Now, she'll feel it more, when you fuck her there." She had me place my hands on the slut's ass cheeks. They were welted and hot to the touch. "That's going to feel nice against your body. Now that's a hot, punished ass."

Although Rita was obviously proud of her work, I had to agree with her. The slut had received a good workout. And, because the slut had mentioned that she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, that gave Rita more inspiration, too. I don't think she would have spent so much time "nurturing" that ass, if she hadn't known what was coming next.

Rita held the slut's cheeks open and lightly ran her finger over that asshole. It responded by tightening up. Rita laughed. "Oh, yeah. She's gonna feel every bit of your cock as it thrusts into her."

"Yes, I see. That's very nice, Rita."

She stood back, and admired the target she'd been playing with. Then she looked over at me. "I think this is a nice position. You gonna do her just like this?"

"Sure. I think that's perfect."

Rita walked back up to the bound woman and leaned over and made sure she was looking her in the eyes. Then she smiled. "Oh, boy, bitch. You're little red behind is gonna get fucked, now. And I can't wait to see it happen."

She stood up and with a quick swish of the crop, Rita smacked the slut's ass one last time. Then, while finding a chair for herself, she glanced my way and smiled. "Fuck her good."

I intended to do just that. After watching Rita use that crop on her, I was more than ready to do my part and fulfil the slut's wishes. Her little squirming ass was about to be mine.

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My New Boss Ch. 24



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Rita still had the crop in her hand and playfully slapped it against Lucy's leg, as she sat down beside her. They exchanged whispers, then settled down to watch me take the slut's ass.

Actually, it wasn't new, as I did it earlier in the evening. But, like me, my friends are anal voyeurs. Watching someone being taken in the ass is always fun. And, when that someone is bound and gagged? Woo Hoo!

I stood behind the slut, taking in the view. I was stroking my hard cock, imagining how hot her ass was going to feel. My hand couldn't do it justice, so my mind was doing a good job of it.

I planned on a little rough riding, so I decided some padding would work nicely between her hips and the desk. I got one of the fluffy pillows and stuffed it under her hips. Actually, that made her ass all the more tempting. And, her feet were nearly pulled off the floor. Only her toes touched.

God, the image was near perfect. Her wrists were tied behind her back, ankles bound together and ball gag shoved in her mouth. Bent over her desk, and a rope tied to the collar around her neck. That rope was tight enough to keep her in that position, but still allow a little squirming. I like it when they squirm.

I thought I'd play with the slut's head a little. I globbed a small amount of lube on my index finger. It was only about the size of a marble. Then, I leaned over so I could look the bitch in the eye. "I said I wasn't going to use any lube, but I decided to be nice." I showed her the small dab on my finger. "That's the last of the lube. I'm sorry, but we've been using so much of it tonight that we didn't have enough to go around."

The slut was taking it all, "hook, line and sinker." She was such a gullible bitch. So gullible, I just had to continue. "I'm going to send Lucy out after some more, but first things, first. She said she wants to watch me fuck your ass. I think this is enough for that." I reached down and dabbed the lubricant right on her asshole. It didn't take long. I leaned over her and again looked her in the eye. I smiled. "There. See? That's just fine. Oh, and don't you worry. You know I'll get the job done, lube or no lube."

Her facial expression was priceless. She obviously didn't think there was enough lube. I had taken her dry earlier in the evening and I don't think she wanted to experience that feeling again. Oh, it had all been at her urging, but I think she realised her lust got the better of her judgement. She found out that a lot of lube was a good thing to have, when getting it in the ass.

I decided to take my torment a little further. I was still leaning over her bound body. "You know, it might not seem like enough to you, but I can see better than you can. You see? Your ass has been taken more than once, tonight. It's not as tight as it was that first time. Trust me." I patted her on the ass, with my hand. "It'll be just fine."

I looked into the slut's eyes one last time, before I pushed myself up from the desk. 

There was concern in her eyes. There was fear in her eyes. But, aside from the concern and fear, there was also a great deal of lust in her eyes. She knew I was going to fuck her ass, even if there wasn't enough lube. And, she knew she couldn't stop me. Yes, I think it worried her, but I know it also made her want it, too. I think she wanted it more than it worried her. My slut liked being used.

Standing right behind the slut, she couldn't see what I was doing. I grabbed the lube and globbed some right on the head of my cock. Not too much, though. Just enough to pierce her tight ass without resistance. Like Rita said, I didn't want to ruin her handiwork. Too much lube, and there would be no friction. I wanted a little friction, just so the slut would feel the welts on her asshole. But, there was a fine line when dealing with lube. I wanted no resistance when I pushed the head in and out, several times, either. I love doing that.

It also gives the sub such an out of control feeling. Sometimes they try to keep my cock from entering their ass, like they're testing my control. But that only makes it more fun for me. There's nothing better than a tight asshole that gets even tighter. Resistance is futile, but please resist. That's a lot of fun for me.

I stood there, stroking my cock. With a coating of lube, I could get a tighter grip on it, with my hand. That felt good so my cock got harder. The head felt like velvet, but it was engorged and hard. It was quite a bit larger than the shaft. Watching that ass squirming in front of me was making it harder, still.

The slut was on her toes. The pillow had her feet almost completely off the floor. I thought about adding another pillow, just to further limit her movement. But, I decided my hands holding her hips would be enough. There was no way she could move much, anyway, but with my hands on her hips and my cock buried deep in her ass...there was no way she would be doing much more than some wiggling.

That pillow raised her hips so her ass cheeks were wide open. I could see her twitching little asshole as it waited for my cock. It was fun watching her struggle in her bondage. Her slender calves were flexed because she was standing on her tiptoes. She looked so vulnerable bent over, I had to keep myself from shoving my cock into her and fucking her silly. I wanted to make this time last. She was gonna know her ass had been fucked. 

I walked up behind her. My hard cock was like a divining rod pointing to water. It seemed to know just where to go, and it was a perfect height to her asshole. All I needed to do was shove it in.

I leaned forward and grabbed hold of her bound wrists. I leaned just far enough that the head of my cock was resting right on her brown asshole. She whimpered when she felt that, because she knew what was about to happen.

I pulled on her wrists and my cock slowly invaded her ass. I could feel her clinching her cheeks as she slowly submitted. I was standing right behind her, so I could feel her bound feet jerking against my legs. And, little whimpers escaped her gagged mouth at the same time. She liked being taken like this. I could tell. She liked being used.

I let my cock slide in, until my stomach was resting against her hot, punished ass. In one motion I leaned forward and pushed her wrists up between her shoulder blades. That pushed my cock deep into her as far as it would go. She gasped when I did that. Her body was shaking. She knew she had no control over what she got, and I think she liked it that way.

She had all of me up that little ass. I could feel her clenching against it as I rested my body against hers. God, it felt good. It felt like I was taming some wild woman. I imagined she was an unruly slave girl who needed to be taught a lesson. She was struggling against my control.

I held her wrists up against her back and slowly pulled my cock out. She groaned when I did that. I laughed and smacked her on her ass. "You like this a little too much, slut. If I didn't enjoy it so much, I'd pull right out of you and make you beg for it." That was a great idea, but I was too far-gone. I just wanted to savour my cock sliding in and out of that ass.

When my cock was almost completely out, I stopped. With both hands holding her wrists again, I changed direction and let my body weight push my cock down into her, again. She squealed as my cock sank down into her, again. It was faster, that time. My stomach mashed against her ass and she gasped again.

Her ass was still clenching against my cock, driving me wild. Her whole body was shacking. I had a quivering ass whore beneath me, and I was loving every second of it. Again, I slowly pulled my cock back, and she again gasped from the feeling. I watched as it slid out. Her hole was stretched tight against the shaft. She was such a tight fuck, even after being used all evening. I could get used to this.

When my cock was all out, except for the head, I changed direction, again. Again I let my body weight push me back down and my cock slid right down into her, again.

She groaned. "Gawd!"

"Do you like that, slut?" 

She nodded her head. I figured she would. But, I thought I'd raise the stakes a little bit. She was on the edge, and I wondered just how far I could take her. "You like getting fucked, don't you? I know you do. But not just fucked. You like being used, being bound, gagged and used. Don't you!"

Again, she nodded her head. I could see saliva oozing from around the gag. She sure looked like a bitch in heat, but I wanted to hear her beg. I knew she liked being used, but I wanted her to work for it. I wanted to hear her ask for my cock in her ass.

I pulled my cock almost out, again, but this time I had my hand down between her hips and the pillow. It wasn't easy, but I held my cock right where it was and reached down and started rubbing her clit with my fingers. She immediately gasped and started twisting her body around, reacting to my fingers.

I could tell she couldn't keep that up much longer, so I had to work fast. I hunched over her, doing my best to keep my cock poised at the opening of her ass. I'm sure I looked kind of funny to the others, but I did have a plan. While rubbing her clit, I got my head as close to hers as I could and whispered to her. "I bet you want my cock deep inside your ass." She just whimpered her response.

But, I could tell my fingers were exciting her too much and I had to stop. So, I grabbed hold of her hips and began rotating mine so the head of my cock was rotating just inside her asshole. That wasn't as exciting to her, but it was keeping her attention.

I started fucking her ass with little jabbing strokes. I didn't shove very far with any of them, but they were pretty quick repetitive strokes. That was getting more of a reaction from her. She was trying to match each of those strokes by raising her ass to meet them. But, all she could do was push up with her toes and they were hardly touching the floor themselves. It was still a sign that she wanted it to continue and that's all I needed to know.

I stopped what I was doing and pulled completely out and away from her. She groaned and then whimpered her disapproval. She wiggled her ass in an attempt to lure me back, but I just stood there, silent, behind her.

She continued her little alluring dance until she finally realised I wasn't affected. Then, while still standing behind her and a couple feet away, I asked her a few questions. "OK, slut, how does it feel to get a taste of something and have it taken away from you, at the last minute?"

She shook her head back and forth and jerked around in her bonds. I think she was trying to show me her disgust for what I'd done, and her desire for me to come back and finish her off. But, she didn't even attempt to say anything. Although, she did grunt and groan some.

"This little fit you've shown me...is it suppose to tell me you something?"

She groaned some more, but these were more emphatic, like expressive squealing. Still, no words came from her mouth.

"Are you trying to tell me something, slut? Are you trying to say you liked what I was doing, or are you trying to tell me you didn't like it?"

I think she was getting pissed, because I didn't understand her. But, I understood more than she realised.

"It's very difficult to express yourself, when you're naked and all trussed up like that, isn't it? You can't even express the simplest sexual needs."

I walked up behind her and leaned against her. I was holding her hips and my hard cock was riding up and down the crack of her ass. I leaned on over and relaxed my body on hers so my head was very close to her ear. My hard cock was between us. I had it positioned in her ass crack. Still lubricated from before, I humped her and let my cock slide up and down her crack.

"You want it, don't you?" I continued to hump her, making my cock slid up and down her ass crack. "Don't you think it would be better, if this were going in your tight little ass?"

You should have seen her. She was drooling all over. You could almost say she was foaming at the mouth. Her body was shaking. I could feel it shaking, beneath me. I could feel her clenching her ass cheeks. She could probably feel my cock getting harder, too, because it was. "If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is say so. I'll shove my cock up your ass so hard and fast, you won't be able to catch your breath."

She was whimpering. I think it must have been because she couldn't express her opinion. She was slobbering all over, and when she tried to form words, it was difficult to understand her. Shit, I knew what she wanted and I wasn't going to tell her. I think I heard her say she wanted me to fuck her, but the gag was an obvious hindrance. She might just as easily been yelling for me to get off her, but I seriously doubt that.

She tried again. But, it seemed like every word she tried to form had a mouthful of slobber to get past. Any and all words she tried to speak seemed to come out as gibberish. I thought sure I heard her say she wanted me to "fuh" her. It was fun watching her try to form words.

She groaned at me, when I said I didn't understand what she was saying. She was wiggling all around. My cock loved that. She was probably cussing me out, under her breath, but I told her I couldn't understand that, either. She was getting quite frustrated, but that was the emotion I was looking for. I knew that she'd eventually get so horny, she'd start with the begging.

A puddle of saliva was forming, on the desk, in front of her. The rope kept her face right in it. I leaned over and asked her if she could do better with her words. I heard a nasty groan from her. Then, she tried again. "I waw yoo oo fuh meh. Pleath, fuh meh."

Oh, I knew what she was trying to say. And, she was actually doing quite well, considering her condition. I couldn't resist taking it even further, just to see her reaction. I reached down between her legs and started playing with her. While roughly fingering her clit, I went for the mental jugular. "You want me to fuh yoo? I'm sorry, but I don't understand. What does fuh mean? You really need to do a better job of enunciating your words, sweetie."

That did it. She knew I was messing with her, then. She let loose with a groan that turned into a scream and she was thrashing around on the desk. She wanted it bad, and I wasn't letting her have it.

She was kicking her legs and clenching her fists in frustration. I loved watching her try to form the words. "Fuh meh, muya fuhga! Fuh meh! Yoo nau wah Iah thayun! Fuh meh! Fuh muh ath! Pleth, fuh muh ath!"

Oh, it was funny watching her lose it like that. Her body jerked, with each attempt she made to get me to understand. And, the fact that she knew I was just leading her on only made it worse. She was filled with emotion...filled with horny emotion.

I decided to let her have what she wanted. But, she was so "out there", I had trouble getting her attention. I think I had achieved what I wanted. She was begging and pleading for me to "fuh" her. She was nearly screaming from behind that gag. She twitched and jerked around, and she was drooling.

I positioned myself right behind her and pressed my cock against her asshole. Then, with no warning, I started pushing it in. Well, it was obvious she could tell what I was doing. From the first touch, her pleas turned to whimpers, and she pushed her ass up to meet my hard cock. Then her whimpers changed to gasps. She tried to catch her breath when my cock took her.

She was nothing but an ass whore. She wanted her ass fucked, and she was grateful I had finally given her what she wanted. I held on to her hips and started thrusting hard. I watched my cock slide in and when my stomach slapped against her ass cheeks, I pulled back until my cock nearly came out. Then, I shoved it all the way back down, again.

She gasped with each downward stroke. On the exit strokes, she tried to catch her breath. But, she kept pushing her ass back against me. She had her toes pointing inward, with her knees together, so her ass cheeks would be as open as possible. God, she was doing everything she could to make it easy for me to ream her ass, but good.

I just continued to shove it in. Over and over, she took it and took it hard. When I rammed my cock deep into her ass, it seemed to knock the wind out of her. She gasped, and then a whimper of what I think was part pain and part pleasure would be the result. It turned me on so much, I couldn't stop fucking her.

On a few of the exit strokes, I pulled all the way out, just so I could shove it back in, again. I love that feeling, and I loved the reaction it bought out in the slut. I swear her ass got tighter, like she was fighting against me.

I fucked that little squirming ass hard and fast until I had to cum. I was suprised at how quick it caught me off guard. I had just enough time to lean over and wrap my arms tight around her waist and pump my cum deep into her ass. She squealed, when she felt my hot sex squirting into her. Her body shivered uncontrollably. That made me cum harder. It was an amazing feeling of power. I actually growled, as I filled her bowels.

She seemed to go through a lot of different emotions, all of them caused her to squirm and shake. She moaned and whimpered under my hard thrusts. Sometimes it was as if I was fucking a female animal. She fought against her bonds and sometimes the cock in her ass, but, I wore her down.

Finally, the fever action slowed. I realised my heart was beating so hard, I couldn't believe it. I didn't even realise I had been pumping her that hard. She was lying on the desk, her upper body heaving. She was also catching her breath. I could hear soft moans when she exhaled. Slobbers of saliva still bubbled between the gag and her lips. I reached down between her legs. Her pussy was wet and the pillow was soaked. She had cum hard.

It felt like I had punished her, but her reaction was more of acceptance, like she wanted it. I don't think she considered it punishment at all. I think I was feeding some deep need she had to be used. For her, being stripped naked, bound and used in the ass was some ultimate satisfaction. That was a need I was more than happy to oblige.

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