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By *j77777 OP Man
over a year ago
paddington |
This was originally written for 'prettylittlething' but I didn't realise I was outside her age range... maybe someone else will enjoy
I'm a true life company director, a big shot, the boss… I never refer that way to myself, but I know I am. The team respect me, they also are intimidated by me… but just a little. I don’t shout or raise my voice. I don’t need to.
Authority and leadership come from my voice, my tone, my body language. My life experience.
Like many of the young office girls, you look up to me, you are not naturally shy, but around me you can’t help it. You feel like a teenager when I address you, you crave my attention. I rarely give it to you.
You decide to take matters into your own hands, you have heard the rumours – Could they be true?
You start wearing tighter tops during days when we have management meetings, finding little excuse’s to walk past my desk… Your skirts have just got that little higher, showing a few more inches of your thigh. Still I ignore you. You know I’m married, but you want to believe the rumours are true.
Finally you decide to make you move, you will be in Australia in a month, if you are rejected who cares. You know you are attractive, the men in the office are always looking at your peachy bum and your curvy breasts… but only me, the boss, shows you no attention.
Yes, let’s do this, you tell yourself.
You know I’m last to leave the office, and Thursday I work late. You stay on, as you are meeting your family later on and it’s not worth you heading home. This in itself is not unusual, everyone slowly heads home. Just the two of us left in the office, your heart is racing. Still I don’t engage.
Just when your confidence is ebbing away, I walk over. Your heard is running at a 1000 miles per hour. I stand over you, and you can see me looking down at your cleavage and you now know the rumours are true…
The domination, the power, my ability to orgasm so many times, that rough but gentle way you have heard I have… you crave it, you need it… at that exact moment, with no words spoke you fall to your knee’s, you look up, I smile… it’s agreed, no words are needed… I pull your hair back, elongating your throat… I unzip my own trousers… my throbbing cock pierces through… I feed my 9 inch cock into the back of your throat… you gag, you struggle, but your pussy has never been wetter...
End of Part 1
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