Business / Pleasure

I have been fucking my boss for the past two years. We have had to keep our relationship private for fear of fraternization. At first, we vowed to keep sex out of the workplace, not wanting to risk serious consequences. We joke about who came on to whom. She claims it was because she caught me staring down her low-cut blouse, while I maintain it was her constantly making innuendo-laced comments about being on top of me. Either way, we seemed to come onto each other in unison. I have always found women in authoritative roles and positions of power arousing. 

The flirting went on for several months before I finally put my job on the line. It took a massive leap of faith for me to kiss her. Right there, in her office, after my yearly update, I plunged lips first, fully expecting to be slapped or scolded. Then the heavens parted, and she kissed me back, meeting my desperation. Our hands gripping and fumbling at each other’s clothes, needing to feel more. From that moment on there was, happily, no turning back.

If we played at work, we ensured it would fall within reasonable belief as to why I was in her office. Unless we snuck into one of the single-use bathrooms for a make-out and fondle out of sheer impatience. For the past several months, we had been spending the night or weekend at each other’s place. As much as we like the privacy and freedom to enjoy each other at home, there is nothing quite like fucking my boss’s mouth in her office, while she is in the middle of a conference call. 

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Standing on the concourse level of the stairwell, the commotion of colleagues’ comings and goings has my nerves on edge. We had been sexting most of the morning, getting more desperate during the large monthly staff meeting.

I need to feel your tongue again. 

I can still smell you on my fingers.

I am so fucking needy for you!

Stairs. 

Now.

Never had we done something this risky. Never had we been so desperate. But all fear washed away as I heard the familiar footfalls of her heels on the cement employee staircase. As she turns the corner, she gives me the smile that turns me savage. I meet her halfway up the flight of stairs, my hands running up under her skirt feeling her cool smooth skin. Our lips slam together, we moan with the impact, tongues wrestling immediately. We break the kiss, both needing to breathe, appetite and lust surging through us. My fingers kneed her perfect ass cheeks. The chill and supple flesh of her backside is a perfect balance of firm and yielding under my grip. Our height difference is no longer an issue with her a few steps above me. “I like that you wore this skirt today.” My fingers run over the fabric of the army green, solid single-breasted flared skirt. “It’ll make this much easier,” I whisper; trying not to give our position away to the traffic of people above. 

“What do you have in mind?” She teases, biting my lip. 

I grip her throat and squeeze, answering her question. Outside of work, we would typically fight for dominance, so I was pleased to see this time she gives in willingly. 

“Turn around,” I demand. My erection is full as she does so without hesitation. “Bend over and place your hands on the steps in front of you.” I lift her skirt up and over her amazing ass. As I uncover her, I notice she is wearing underwear which makes me chuckle. It is the pair she wore the first time we had sex. They rest against her perfection, worn and dull. I shove my face between her cheeks and thighs, nuzzling her. The scent and taste of her land heavily on my senses, it sends a swell through me. I rub my nose and lips up and down against the fabric, feeling the heat of her more and more. I peel the fabric to the side and strangle a groan. Strings of her creamy arousal stick to the cloth of the panties; the sight is art to me. I run a finger through the mess, feeling its slick heat. I bring it to my nose and inhale. The heady odor of her arousal thrills me, making my cock twitch. I slam my face hard against her, smothering myself against her skin.

Boisterous laughter nearly steels me. Hearing it disappear onto a nameless floor above, the heavy metal door slamming closed, has me redirect my attention to her wet cunt and asshole pressed exquisitely against my face. “We don’t have much time,” she whimpers, shoving herself back against my face. I take the hint and start to give her the tongue fucking I know will push her over the brink quickly. My nostrils lay against her asshole, sniffing hard, the stimulating aroma of her is intoxicating. My mouth gaped around her scalding pussy as my tongue expertly manipulates her clit. She shoves herself back against me and I feel it. Gushing floods of her release careen over my tongue and slip down my throat. Her muffled moans nearly disclose our presence to anyone who may be close enough. Her knees nearly give out, my arms keep her upright. Surges of release jolt her core, threatening to fold her in half. After several heartbeats, I stand up and she turns to face me. She shoves her tongue into my mouth kissing me hard as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her close. We swap her essence back and forth, two lovers sharing a dessert. 

An hour later I sit across from her in a meeting. I watch as she lays out a new workflow for our department. We are all wearing N95s, still mandated by policy. I breathe deeply, the fragrance of her cum heavy in my mask.