Biscuits and Bad Decisions

The office smells of paper & dark roast coffee. Cubicles line the middle section as my converse squeak along the shiny floor. Most women wear heels in this place but as the snack trolly bitch & general dogs body, there was no way you’d catch me crippling my feet.

As I walk the length of the room, handing out snack orders being shouted at me, I catch a glimpse of him arriving for the day. Mid morning was very late for Mr Willson. He was usually the first one here. The smell of his after shave wafts across to me. A smell that makes the knot in my tummy tighten & a dampness courses between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip for a moment hoping he ignores me this morning. However looking at his furrowed brow and straight lip line I don’t think I will get away with it today, because I am the one thing that makes that go away.

The walk feels longer than normal, sheer moments feel like hours, beads of sweat form at my brow and my palms clam up as I reach the office. I knock quietly, as I swallow down the lump in my throat.

The door swings open and a very scared looking assistant scurries away like a rat fleeing a ship. Steadying myself, I push the cart into his office and brandish my signiture smile across my face.

“Good morning, Sir” and it comes out more confident than I feel.

“Door!” He snaps, this voice thick with anger and frustration. Like a good girl I turn on my squeaky heel and shut the door. I stand there for a moment, hand on the handle contemplating my next move but I don’t move. I can feel him behind me, his hot body so close to mine his fingers turning the lock so not to be disturbed.

I take a deep breath to face him, looking up at him in all his 6ft 6 glory through my lashes. His peircing blue eyes stare at me and I feel the blush spread down my cheeks and neck.

“Thank you Princess” he says and his voice has softed to a sound only made for my ears. “Today has been a very trying day, don’t add to my list of issues. Hm?” I shake my head and lick my lips with anticipation as his large hand reaches for my chin.

“I didn’t hear you?” he purrs with authority.

“I…I won’t” I stammer as his eye brows shoot up “Sir” as the word arrives with a whisper, his mouth meets mine. Hot, hard and passionate. His tounge frantically searching for mine. One hand cupping the back of my head & one reaching my lower back. I moan loudly into him and he lets out a low evil chuckle pulling away.

“Eager today princess?” His hand around my back guides me to a chaise loung placed in his office just for us. It arrived a week after what ever this is we do started. For my comfort perhaps but mostly for his.

Controlled practiced movements push me onto my knees as he unbuttons my jeans from behind nibbling down my neck. I grip the back of the seat in anticipation as he pushes them further down. I can feel my pussy is glistening, ready to submit to him as always. His hand slips carefully, teasingly between my legs & he growls again with two fingers moving inside me. His other hand fists my hair and pushes me forward.

After a few frantic thrusts with his fingers burried inside me, he unbuckles his belt with one hand and releases his huge throbbing cock.

Bending over me he asks into my ear ‘Ready for me Princess’ I nod ‘Sorry, what did you say?’ He commands rubbing the tip of himself against my dripping wet entrance. I swallow my heart racing. ‘Yes, Mr Willson’ I respond quickly, just as he slams his full hard length all the way in and I scream. Good job this room is sound proofed or the whole office would hear me.

He knows my body as if it were his own, moving his cock to just the right spot inside me building me up for the sweet release. His hand has found its was under my tee and bra as he tweeks at my swollen nipple.

‘Fuck Princess, you feel extra good today’ his moans his own pleasure seeping out. He starts thrusting faster and harder, all the way out then slams in deep filling me to my core. The final time he slams in I cant hold on any longer and I scream out in pure ecstasy one more thrust and he lets go of all control and cums deep inside of me as my pussy still pulses around his cock.

His weight is heavy on my back as he pants hard gaining composure again. I like it when he is close to me. These moments are my favourite. He slowly pulls out of me, cum dripping down my leg.

“Get cleaned up” he says in a much sofer tone. As I move towards his private bathroom, I see him tucking his shirt back into his trousers, blonde strands of hair stuck to the sweat on his face and he looks so fucking delicious.