Who's the Boss

Who’s the Boss

By

Vanessa Devereaux

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Who’s the Boss

Copyright© 2011 Vanessa Devereaux

ISBN:
 
978-1-60088-635-5

Cover Artist:
 
PJ Edwards

Editor:
 
Darcy Quinn

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

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Dedication

For Jeff.

Chapter One

We were caught red handed, and I somehow felt dirty.

I’ve had sex in the back of cars, showers, elevators, but never at work, and never in a cramped office supply cupboard. Neither of us had heard the door opening or sensed someone standing there watching us go at it.

“I want to see both of you in my office immediately.”

His voice startled us. Nick instantly stopped thrusting and pulled out of me, leaving my legs in the air, panties around my ankle and my super moist pussy facing Simon Jarvis, our boss. I covered my crotch with my hand while Nick zipped up his pants. How long had Simon been watching us? Was he rock hard right now?

Nick isn’t really my type but I’d heard through the office grapevine he had a huge cock and knew how to fuck a woman senseless. I’d wanted to find out if it was true. I hadn’t been laid in three months, so when Nick suggested we head to the cupboard, I didn’t say no.

Thinking it was perfectly safe because it was upstairs, away from the main work area, we’d assumed no one would find us. The rumor mill had been spot on. Nick was well endowed, and I’d been close to climaxing when the boss had spoiled the whole thing.

After Simon slammed the door, Nick put his jacket back on and I pulled up my panties. My pussy was still humming, and I was wet and hot down there. Both of which made it uncomfortable for me to walk to Simon’s office.

“Do you think he’ll fire us?” asked Nick, straightening his tie.

“I hope it’s just a warning because I really need this job.”

“Me too. If he lets us off, no more fooling around here. Let’s go to your place or mine to get the job finished.”

Nick knocked on Simon’s door.

“Come in.”

Nick held the door open for me, and I stepped inside. Simon was only five years older than me. In fact, he was the youngest boss I’d ever had, which made it all the more unnerving to be in his office, sensing he was going to tell us off and maybe even fire us.

He signaled us inside and to sit on the two chairs directly in front of his desk. He shifted through some papers and didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. Nick and I looked at one another and both raised our eyebrows.
          

I studied our boss as he sat reading. I hadn’t realized what a good-looking guy he was. Actually better looking than Nick. Dark wavy hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders. I wondered how his cock compared to that of Nick’s.

He looked up at me almost as if he knew what I was thinking. “Are you two an item?”

“If you mean are we dating, then the answer is no,” said Nick.

Simon looked at me. I don’t know why but I suddenly wanted him to drag me into the cupboard and fuck me. “So you just felt like having sex on the job?”

Was this a trick question? Would he be more lenient about our inappropriate behavior if we were seeing one another?

“We might start dating,” I said.

The tension on his face was obvious. A vein throbbed on his temple, and by the look of his tight jaw he was clenching his teeth too. “I could fire you over an incident like this.”

We both nodded. Had the way he’d phrased it meant he could but was going to let us off with just a warning? Maybe it was our lucky day.

“If you’re worried I’m going to fire both of you, I’m not. However, I’m not letting you get away scot-free. Nick, you’ll spend next week at our office in Pittsburgh sorting out personnel problems there.”

Nick mumbled something under his breath but I couldn’t hear what.

“And Jennifer, I want you to report to my office at 11 a.m. starting on Monday. You’ll work in here with me for an hour every day for a week.”

I wanted to ask what I’d be doing, but didn’t press my luck. Nick and I stood and walked out of the office.

“When I get back we’re going to have sex at my place, okay?” said Nick. I nodded, not sure which one of us got the biggest punishment for our transgression.

* * * * *

I reported to Simon’s office just before 11 a.m. on Monday. His door was open but I knocked on it anyway.

“Jennifer, right on time. Come in and shut the door.”

I stepped inside as he was removing his jacket. He threw it on the couch by his desk and looked at me. “Come and sit on the desk right in front of me.”

I thought his request strange but didn’t argue.

I’d worn my floral dress that buttoned from top to bottom, and I always left the bottom three undone. Its sides parted company as I sat on the desk. I crossed my legs as Simon put his hand on my knee and squeezed it.

My first reaction was,
I bet he wants a blowjob
. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t fired me. It wouldn’t be so bad; at least I’d get to see how big his cock was. Taking me by surprise, he reached for some papers and handed them to me.

“I want you to work on these while you sit on my desk.”

It was accounting work I could have done in my own office, but I didn’t argue. I reached for a pen and got to work.

“When you were in the cupboard with Nick did you have an orgasm?”

Did I hear you right?

“Well, did you?”

“No…almost, but I wasn’t quite there yet.”

“I disturbed you too soon.”

He was being honest so I thought I might as well be too. “Yes.”

“Does it take you long to have one?”

“I’m not sure, depends on the guy I’m with and what he’s doing to me.”

“You mind if we do a test?”

“A test? You mean to see how fast I climax?”

He nodded.

The mere suggestion of him giving me an orgasm wetted my pussy. Seeing the boss’ cock seemed the most exciting thing that had ever happened at work. “Sure, why not.”

“Stand up and take your panties off.”

I slid off the desk, hitched up my dress and pulled down my panties and pantyhose, all the time watching Simon’s reaction. I stepped out of my panties, leaving them sitting on the floor by his chair.

He reached out and stroked my mound, passing his index finger over my pubic hair like it was a windshield wiper. If I’d known we were going to get up to this sort of thing I’d have gotten a bikini wax, but hopefully he liked the au natural look.

“Sit on the desk again, but this time balance on the edge so your legs dangle.”

I planted my bottom on his desk. He pushed the two sides of my dress away from my legs before running his hands up the top of my thighs. My pussy was pulsating and anticipating what was to come. He might be surprised at just how quickly I was going to climax today.

“Spread your legs and place your feet flat on my thighs, but get on with your work.”

“What?”

“I need that work done, try not to pay any attention to me and what I’m doing.”

He inched his chair closer. I didn’t argue. I spread my legs for him and placed my feet on his legs. He caressed my ankles as I picked up the papers and started to work on the figures. He didn’t do anything so I glanced up. He was sitting there checking out my crotch. I looked back down at the work.

I took a deep breath, trying to concentrate as he ran his fingers over my folds before flicking my clit a few times. He spread my labia with his index finger and thumb and the first hint of juice pumped from my pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off me now.

“Like what you see?” I finally asked.

He wiped his finger across my slit, sending my legs quivering.

“You’re so pink, so beautiful down here. It was the first thing I noticed when Nick pulled out of you and before you covered yourself with your hand.” He passed his finger over the opening to my pussy, letting it hover there.

“I don’t think I can concentrate on these numbers while you’re going to work on my pussy.”

“I didn’t think you could.”

I tossed the work on the desk, leaned back on my elbows and let my feet take a firmer grip on his thighs.

“It’s 11.14 a.m. Let’s see how long it takes you to climax.”

I grabbed the side of the desk as his finger slid inside me. He withdrew it and then slid it back in again. With each tiny thrust I was growing wetter and hotter. An inferno was brewing in my pussy. Another finger joined the first one. His fingers picked up the tempo. My thighs quivered. The boss was good. I let my right foot slide down his inner thigh until it found his cock. I pressed my sole against his dick, giving it a little massage. He was rock hard beneath my toes and I used more pressure. His finger thrust faster and faster until I threw my head back, grabbed the side of the desk, and screamed out as I climaxed. I wondered if anyone had heard me. Probably not because Simon’s office was the only one, besides the office supply cupboard, on this floor.

“11:18,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me.

Four minutes, I think that was a record.

“How did I do?” he asked.

“You’re good, but maybe it was beginner’s luck.”

“You think so?”

“How about testing me again, but this time I’d like you to use this cock of yours.” I gave it a slight tap with my big toe. I was brazen now, but I was in dire need of climaxing with a cock inside me. It happened every time after I’ve been turned on manually.

“Are you forgetting who’s the boss here? I make the rules. And no cock for you, at least for today. Now wipe yourself with this,” he handed me a wad of tissues. “Put your panties back on, and go have some lunch. And I’ll see you at 11 a.m. tomorrow.”

* * * * *

I couldn’t concentrate on anything for the rest of the afternoon. The figures I was working on didn’t add up, no matter how many times I calculated them. My pussy was aching and throbbing. I was in need of some hot sex, but Nick was out of town. And the boss, well, as he reminded me, was making the rules. I thought about going to the ladies’ room and masturbating but sensed that wouldn’t even take the edge off what I really needed and wanted. Simon’s cock deep inside me.