Chapter 1 #2
My nipples harden at the words alone. As I slip each button free, the bulge in his pants grows, and my fingers tremble from desire.
My shirt falls open, and he groans at the sight of my white lace bra.
He steps close, and with one flick of his fingers, the front clasp gives.
The fabric slides apart, and my breasts spill into the cool office air.
He tweaks one nipple, then the other, rolling them between his fingers until a bolt of pleasure shoots straight between my legs. I suck in a breath and hold in a moan when he lets go of my breast.
“I wish I had more time,” he says as he moves behind his desk, settling into his office chair. “I have a meeting soon, so this is going to be fast. But I’ll make it up to you after lunch.”
Before I have time to ask him how he plans to do that, he continues.
“Now be a good slut and kneel between my legs so I can fuck those gorgeous tits.”
“Is kneeling in the job description, sir?”
His mouth quirks. “It is now.”
I drop so fast it’s embarrassing. I am, apparently, the kind of woman who kneels for her new boss the same day she meets him.
As I sink to my knees on the thin carpet between his spread thighs, he pulls his cock free, and holy hell, the man is packing.
Thick, slightly curved upward, veins standing out along the shaft in a way that makes me want to trace every single one with my tongue.
The thought of that cock stretching my pussy makes me press my thighs together so hard my muscles shake.
I have to physically stop myself from leaning forward and licking it.
He opens a desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of lotion. He squirts a generous amount onto my breasts, and the cool liquid makes me shiver.
“Press your tits together around my cock.” His voice drops lower. “You’re going to do all the work while I sit here and enjoy it.”
Fuck this is hot. I lean forward, press my breasts together around his shaft, and start sliding them up and down. The lotion makes him glide smoothly between the soft mounds, and the wet sounds filling the quiet office are the kind of obscene I want more of.
His eyes close, and a shudder rolls through him. “God, you’re such a good little slut,” he says, his voice thick, and my thighs clench together. I press my breasts more firmly around him because I’m also a slut who’s chasing an encore.
“After my meeting,” he says through gritted teeth as his hips start to roll, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to cover your mouth so the whole office doesn’t hear what a filthy slut you are.”
I moan and move faster. His pre-cum mixes with the lotion as my breasts slide along his shaft, and my clit throbs so hard I could come just from this. When he starts thrusting up into the channel of my tits, I know he’s close.
“Shit,” he grunts, and the first rope of cum splashes across my neck.
I squeeze my breasts more tightly as he groans and shoots the rest across my chest, marking me. I buzz with arousal, grinning like an idiot while his cum drips down my cleavage. I’ve never done anything like this. Making him come on day one is a head rush.
His eyes open. The look in them tells me this won’t be the last time I’m on my knees for him. I keep my breasts pressed around his softening cock, and holding him there feels more intimate than I want to think about.
He pulls tissues from a box on his desk and cleans off his cock before tucking himself back in. The tissues weren’t nearly enough for the mess, which makes me giggle.
When he stands and helps me up, I wobble for a second. He cups my breasts gently, tugs my nipples one last time just to make me gasp, and then his expression softens. He’s now just a man, looking at a woman he just came all over, with an almost tender amusement.
“Get cleaned up.” He gestures at my blouse. “And after lunch, come back ready for my cock in whatever hole I pick.”
My mouth drops open. I want to insist he has to fuck my pussy, but the filthy thought of his cock in my ass makes me whisper, “Yes, sir.”
His eyes crinkle. “Good girl. Now get back to work.” He pauses. “You pleased me.”
He turns back to his desk like nothing happened while I stand here with cum on my tits and my brain completely offline. It takes a few seconds before my legs remember their job.
I button my blouse over the mess, smooth my skirt, and slip out of his office while trying to not look like the temp who just got titty fucked.
In the bathroom, I splash water on my neck and dab at the worst of it, but I don’t clean up completely.
I push my blonde hair back from my face, and a flushed, bright-eyed slut stares back at me in the mirror.
This might be the best temp job I’ve ever had.
When I get back to my desk, there’s a peanut butter chocolate protein bar and a bottle of water next to my monitor. I didn’t put them there.
The intercom beeps.
“Yes, Bren?”
“Eat. Drink the water.”
I’m grinning before I can stop it. “I’m on it.”
“Good girl.”
I freeze. My gaze darts around the open office—no one is looking—but my heart hammers anyway. The light on the phone clicks off. Ten minutes ago, he had his cock between my tits. Now he’s making sure I eat.
I rip open the package with a shaky laugh. This is my favorite type, and there’s no way he could have known. My chest goes warm, and I tell myself not to read anything into it as I take a bite of the protein bar. It’s just fun.
The clock reads 10:42. He didn’t say which hole, and I let my imagination run through the contenders. He has two and a half hours to pick a winner.