The cards flipped over onto the virtual green baize as she started her seventh game of solitaire that day. She hated the monotony of the office and that there was never enough to keep her busy. She heard the door open behind her and she switched the screen to a spreadsheet and pretended to study some figures. She could hear her bosses’ voice mixed with the deeper tones of a man, they drew closer. She turned on her chair to greet the pair, alongside the familiar figure of her manager was a tall handsome male, dark hair framing a face with chiselled features and stunning eyes. She started to rise but he indicated to her to
remain seated and extended a hand in greeting. Everything about his manner exuded authority, her boss explained that she was moving branch and he would be taking over. Even though
they were equals her boss was assuming the body language of a subordinate to the new-comer and his stance and behaviour reinforced his dominance. Smiling at her he moved to another
part of the office, her ex-boss and the faint scent of cologne trailing in his wake. Pretending to look at her monitor she studied the new manager, he was dressed in a well-cut suit, expensive
but not flashy, a clean white shirt and a conservative tie with a small motif, she estimated him at just over six feet and 180 pounds. As she watched him he turned and caught her gaze,
holding it before she quickly focused back on her screen.
The next morning she arrived at work at her usual time and was suprised to find her new boss at his desk. Slipping off her jacket she hung it on the rack and sat at her workstation.
“When you have a minute...” the mellow voice interrupted her morning routine, she looked up as he strolled back to his office. Curious as to why she had been summoned she rose and
followed him. He gestured to a chair opposite him and she sat smoothing the creases of her skirt over her long legs before slowly crossing them at the knee. Over the ensuing 30 minutes
he outlined his plans and what he expected of her. For the entire interview he remained totally focused on her, listening when she spoke, watching when she moved, she felt completely
naked yet not in a sexual way.
During the rest of the day she completed task after task, the hours disappeared as she reorganised office procedure. He seemed to be pre-empting any problem she encountered,
always on hand to help, encouraging and supporting. Afternoon turned to evening and the rest of the workforce drifted home, she stood at the photocopier finishing a report when he arrived
at her side, she felt the back of his hand move across the top of her thigh. Initially she froze at his touch,
“Mmm. I thought so” he said with a smile “I can spot stockings at twenty paces” he let his hand rest on the bump of the fabric hiding the junction between silk and skin. She turned her face toward him, looking up into his eyes, her mouth drying out at his boldness.
“Excuse me” she blurted out.
“I always get what I want”, he spoke in a calm, low voice. “It’s either offered... or I take it.”
His directness raised the colour in her cheeks, she found his quiet authority exciting, the situation dangerously stimulating. She watched as he raised his hands to his neck and started to undo the tie, she could make out the small motif now, a red rose with a droplet of blood on a thorn, he wound the tie across her eyes and round the back of her head knotting it tightly. Deprived of vision she stood still, listening intently, wondering what would happen next. She felt his hands move across her skirt to the button and zip at the side, the tension of the waistband eased as strong fingers undid the button and slid the zipper down. He tugged the figure hugging garment over her hips and let it fall to her ankles, she felt his fingers go to the buttons at the bottom of her blouse, then slowly deliberately rising, undoing each button as he went. Reaching the final fastener at her neck he slid his hands outwards over her full breasts taking the blouse over her shoulders and slipping it off her arms. Standing in her darkness wearing only her underwear she tried to squash the feelings of
vulnerability that were racing from her stomach. What if a colleague returned?, she was certain her boss hadn’t locked the door before undressing her. He stepped back to admire her
form, her long legs encased in black stockings seemingly going on for ever until crossing the boundary into the band of milky pale flesh at the top of her thighs. The straight lines of her garter belt accentuated the curve of her hips and gentle rise of her stomach. Her mound was enclosed by high cut black lace panties matching the bra that supported the swell of her breasts. Reaching out he took her hand and led her forward, steering round office furniture
that impeded their progress. He stopped and placing both hands on her shoulders firmly pushed her down into a chair. She could feel the coarse industrial fabric against her skin prickling each surface that she touched. Taking his hands off her shoulders she felt him spin the chair on it’s castors, after several revolutions she was totally disorientated. As the chair came to a halt she could sense he was no longer close. She sat unsure of her next move, then she heard his voice call to her.
“On your hands and knees and crawl to me” she hesitated as she tried to place the direction he was in, then slowly she eased herself off the chair, putting her hands down slowly as she
moved across the carpet.
In his chair he watched her progress, the slow feline grace as she felt her way held him captivated. Each time she drifted off track he would make small encouraging noises bringing her round towards him again, her breasts swaying seductively as she crawled the final few paces to his feet. The painted fingernails brushed the toe cap of his shoe as she arrived in front of him, remaining on her knees she ran her hands up the outside of his calves as he sat, legs slightly parted, in front of her. She inched forward on her knees nuzzling her face into his legs, breathing in his scent, rubbing her cheek along the cloth of his trousers. Her fingers were ahead of her mouth, exploring and feeling their way to his lap, she ran her hand over his groin, stroking the growing bulge through the material. She pressed her lips against the straining fabric, her teeth tracing the outline of his hard on, taking the zip in her teeth she dragged open his fly and reaching inside she freed his swollen erection. Holding it firmly in one hand she started stroking the hard shaft and at the same time covering the head with small kisses, she could feel the clear drops of pre-cum moistening her lips as she accepted the tip into her mouth. Between her legs she could feel he had slipped off a shoe and was running his foot across the pantie clad junction of her sex. He timed his stroking with the movement of her hand on his cock, speeding up and slowing with her, flexing his toes against her pussy lips as she parted her thighs and pushed down on his foot. As his foot fuelled her lust she bobbed her head down the length of his cock, coming back up to the tip and then running her lips down to the base, her tongue flicking into the hole at the end at every opportunity, relishing the feel of his hardness brushing the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She could feel the head start to swell as she sucked and kissed him to the brink of orgasm. His foot pressed hard against her clit and rubbed back and forth sending tremors racing down her legs and up her spine. She wanted the cock in her mouth pressed hard in to her pussy, she visualised herself astride him, breasts bouncing, as she rode him to an imagined furious climax. Lifting her head she started to rise, but a strong hand in her hair
pulled her back to her knees and her lips to his prick. Taking the whole length into her mouth she sucked hard on him, moving quickly up and down the shaft feeling it twitch against her
tongue as he started to ejaculate. He slammed her face into his lap, pressing the jerking cock into her welcoming throat, his hot juices splashing over her tongue and tonsils. As he came in
her mouth she was bucking her pelvis, like a dog fucking a bitch, against his foot, wanting her own orgasm. She could feel the initial waves rising from the pit of her belly, the bursts of cum
shooting into her mouth had subsided and she licked the drops from the shrinking end as she concentrated on cumming herself. Suddenly he removed the tie from her eyes and she could
see him smiling at her, he tucked his cock back into his pants and with a final stroke took his foot from her pussy. Feelings of frustration and resentment welled up in her, to have been so
close then denied that ultimate pleasure. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it, “Come to work tomorrow as usual but do not put on your underwear. Is that clear?” All she
could do was nod in agreement.

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