It has always seemed to me that women in every field, including business, are able to understand each other. Later I bumped into reality of corporation … but guess what? In the end, I was right. My previous boss was a terrible bitch. She was chasing us evenly from top to bottom. For me, as her assistant, it was the worst. How many times have I heard what about these documents? When will she finally get them? That I am incompetent … Until one evening we were left alone.
– Mrs. Alice – she turned to me – You are needed after hours.
“But you haven’t said anything before …” I stammered. I knew how much she disliked being opposed by anyone.
– Too bad – she said indifferently, waving her hand carelessly – I need you and please don’t try to run off …
I stayed. Pissed off at the whole world. Because why me? Why of all the employees of this fucking company she had to pick me to help? I was sitting at my desk, angry and hardly concentrating on my work. Eventually, when most of them had already left, she came out of her office.
“Mrs Alice, please see me,” she said firmly. I got up heavily from my chair and walked over to her. I closed the door behind me and clasped my hands together. I didn’t know why… at that moment she seemed… more attractive? I guess you could put it that way. Even one that you could talk to …
– Mrs. Alice – she entwined her fingers and placed her hands on the desktop – Do you know what a projection is?
The question surprised me. We were an insurance company, so the term didn’t seem to work in our company. I shrugged.
– Excuse me Mrs but in what concept?
“Psychology, my dear,” she offered me a leather bag in which something rang. She encouraged me to look in… I was speechless. Inside were handcuffs, whips, vibrators – Do you know why I treat you like a bitch? – I looked at her – because I dream that you would do the same with me …
I quickly understood what she meant … I grabbed the fur-lined handcuffs, lifted them on my finger. I looked at them, then at my boss. She looked at me hungry, thirsty for fun and pleasure.
– Okay, bitch … make it up to me for this time you’ve been rude to me – I don’t know why I reacted like that … I’m straight … more! I have a boyfriend who was waiting for me then … but I really wanted to. I walked around the desk, sat wide apart, lifting my obscenely short skirt – lick me … – I commanded, and she politely knelt in front of me and began to caress my pussy with taste. She was skilled, I admit. I could feel the bliss come and go in waves, especially as she put it deeper. But my clitoris went crazy for her fingers. With all due respect to my partner … but he never had such a good feeling as my boss…
“Fuck me,” she gasped finally,” fuck me like a slut.”
“This,” she jumped up from her knees and took the dildo from her bag. I sighed as I saw how huge it was with stick on one side and the pole on the other… it was adjusted so that I could fuck her and had the pleasure of it myself… I didn’t wait. I took off my skirt and fastened the straps, it was already buckled up tight against me. I’ve put the lube on and entered her slit sharply.
– Oh yes! She moaned, “do it!” Make me a slut!
What was I supposed to do? This is my boss. This command I fulfilled with great pleasure. I grabbed her by the shag and started to push it sharply from behind. Suddenly I realized why my boyfriend liked the position so much. The sight of her swelling ass made me leak … plus that pole inside me when I moved my hips.
Was it taking a long time? I don’t know… I remember when we started it was still bright outside. We ended up sweating, followed by another orgasm when it was completely dark outside. In addition, my phone has already showed me twelve calls from my boyfriend.
I got out of her pussy; her hole was huge like after an all-night orgy.
– Boss… I have to …
– Mrs. Alice, you are free – she wiped her sweaty face with her forearm – But please prepare for the fact that soon you will have to stay after hours again. I’ll use pheromones again.” She combed her hair.
“Okay… I understand.” Everything for the sake of the company.
– Exactly, Mrs. Alice – she sighed – exactly like that …
