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My girlfriend wrote this story last year, and I finally convinced her
to let me post it here. Any comments or CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are
welcome. Please, no flames. 

She's the Boss
 by p.
   She knew she wanted him, and today, after work on that Friday
afternoon, she knew that she would get him.  She strutted into his
office, closing the door behind her.  He didn't even look up from his
work as she took a seat in front of him.  She sat back and crossed her
legs. She stared for a moment, licking her lips.  Just looking at him
made her hot.  He had taken his jacket off and now wore a loose tie and
shirt.  She knew that he had a firm body.  She had been watching him
from the corner of her eye since the first day she worked there,
fantasizing about his firm body against hers.  
   Once in a while, she caught him staring at her.  She knew the wedding
ring around his finger was just a symbol and nothing more.  A commited
married didn't look up the skirt of the boss's daughter and walk away
with a hard on, but of course it was hard to resist when she never wore
panties to the office. Never once did he make a move on her.  Tonight,
she was going to change that.
   "That will be all, Miss Adams.  You can go home now."
   "You know you can call me Stacey."
   The lusty purr in her voice made him take notice.  He glanced up and
attempted a smile. He eyed her over.  He knew she wanted him, but he had
been accused many times by his wife of affairs with secretaries.  She
was sexy, no doubt about it. He had heard the office gossip, that she
gave great head, but those were guys closer to her age.  She was still
in college, here for work experience on Daddy's pay roll.  Though he
heard she sucked off all the mail boys.  He wondered about the way her
soft red lips would slide up and down his shaft, maybe while she knelt
under his desk.  He had heard that she swallowed.
   No, he couldn't touch this one.  He didn't have the right to lust
after this child in the way he often did.  He was over ten years her
senior and more over, it was Mr. Adams daughter.  It wasn't as if she
was just another secretary, but this made it even more excrutiating. 
Even though his cock began to twitch something nasty, he turned his
thoughts over to business matters.
   "Yes, er, Stacey. It's getting late. You really should be getting
home.Your father is proabably waiting."
   "Roger, I can call you Roger, right?  Don't worry about my father. 
I'm daddy's little girl.  He won't worry.  Besides, I wanted to ask you
something."  She unbuttoned her top button of her dress and uncrossed
her legs, the movement large and obvious.  His eyes was drawn downwards
for a moment to her long, shapely legs.  "I was wondering if you liked
me."
   "Well, Stacey."  He stammered.  The blood was rushing to his cock
more so now. "Of course I like you.  You're a very hard, um, good
worker."  He clasped his hands together, fiddling with his wedding ring.
In his nervousness, he pushed a folder on his desk and a stapler fell to
the ground.
   "Let me get that for you, Roger."  Stacey stood up, not taking care
to pull down the hem of her dress which had ridden up her legs.  She
turned from him and bent over dramatically.  His mouth dropped open.  He
had to blink.  Her dress came up even higher, revealing not only her
bare bottom, but a flash of her pussy lips from behind.  She stood
straight once again with the stapler in hand and smiled.  She knew
exactly what she was doing.  He was hard as a rock now and he knew he
was losing control.  She placed the stapler on his desk and walked
around over to his side.  "You like to look at me, don't you."
   She sat herself on his desk, knocking over more business supplies. 
This time she did not attempt the modesty of crossing her legs.  She
spread them slightly and he merely stared.  He musky scent called out to
him.  "I want Daddy to know what a hard worker I am.  You'll put in a
good word for me, right?"
   She spread her legs wider and he didn't say anything.  He was torn
between work and family and lust and passion.  He didn't move, so she
made the move.  She shifted her body and placed her feet on the arm
rests of his chair.  Now he couldn't get away.  She reached down and
took his hand, slipping the wedding ring off and stroking his hand
against her thigh.  She brought his fingers closer and even dared to rub
them against her clit.  She was getting hot at his touch and he didn't
seem to be resisting. 
   With her fingers and his together, she proceeded to stroke herself
and he merely watched.  She leaned back and they both continued to rub
her clit.  He could see the wetness beginning to form around her cunt. 
He leaned forward.  He had to taste her.  He pulled his hands away and
she continued to rub her erect clit as he placed her hands against the
bottom of her thighs and spread her open. Her pink lips were so
inviting, and watching her touching herself, the way her fingers rubbed
her pink button and the reactions made him want her more.
   His tongue dove deep into her and at this point she began to pour. 
He probed deeper and deeper as his face became soaked with her juices,
licking her insides.  She moaned and cried out his name as she frigged
herself off and begun to come.  He could feel the walls of her cunt wrap
around his tongue as her climax approached. Her juice poured out of her
onto his face and he swallowed as much of it as he could.
   She sat up and practically ripped the rest of her dress off.  As
usual, she didn't wear a bra,  her tits bouncing out as firm, perfect
handfuls.  He clutched her body to him, kissing her bare neck, reaching
up to carress her breasts.  His face was still covered in her cum, but
she didn't care.  She pulled his face up towards hers and kissed him
hard, her tongue probing into his mouth the way his tongue had probed
the insides of her pussy.
   She kissed his cheeks and his chin, licking her own juices off him,
while at the same time, tugging at his shirt.  She stood up as his shirt
came off, peeling it off his firm body.  He bent down to take her
breasts into his mouth, her nipples hard with anticipation. He sucked
gently, nibbling ever so slightly on the tip.  His other hand grasped
the breast tightly, kneading her tit like dough.  She moaned with
pleasure.  
   She pulled away and knelt in front of him, undoing his pants, not
taking her eyes off the huge buldge in front.  She pressed her hand
against him, rubbing it not so gently.  He liked the feeling of her hand
on his prick through his clothes, but he wanted her skin on him, her
mouth, her soaking wet pussy.  She could tell imediately that he would
be big.  She eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers down,
his hard cock springing up to greet her.  She sat him down in his office
chair.
   "Now I can have you like I've always fantasized." She stared for a
moment and looked up at him and smiled wickedly.  A tiny droplet
appeared at the very tip.  She stuck her toungue out and took a tinky
lick.  Shivers traveled up through his body.  He was aching for her to
suck him, just he heard from the other guys.
   Without breaking eye contact, she placed her lips over the head. He
felt her tongue circling it.  She slipped farther down the shaft,
enveloping it.  Sucking it gently at first, but more demanding as she
got more of it in her mouth.  He couldn't believe she could take it all
in without looking away.  He felt the friction of her tongue all the way
down underneath his dick.  He took a fistful of her hair and began to
pump her head against him.  She followed his lead, the tip of his dick
crashing against the back of her throat. She looked down and
concentrated on fucking him with her lips. She held his dick tightly and
a low growl escaped his lips at the sight of his dick pumping in and out
of her face.  She sucked his cock harder rubbbing her tongue wherever
she could fit it. Drool dripping out of the corner of her lip and onto
his lap.  She sucked more fervently, bobbing her head up and down. With
her hand, she massaged his balls, rubbing and squeezing gently. 
   Now matter how much she wanted his cum in in mouth, she knew she had
to pull back.  He was so close to coming.  He was startled at the sudden
change. She stood in front of him.
   "I want to fuck you, Roger.  You want to fuck the boss's daughter?" 
He started to get up but she pushed him down by bringing her leg up
beside him.  He kissed her knee, then her thigh.  "You stay there."
   She brought her legs up and straddled him over the office chair.  He
slouched more and his dick came in perfect alignment with her cunt.  Her
tits were in front of his face and he leaned over to suck on her right
nipple, then her left.  She reached down and spread her pussy lips with
her fingers and positioned her cunt over his prick.  She rubbed the tip
of his dick up her slit, lubricating it, preparing it.  The tingles
drove him mad.  He wanted to fuck her, but she was in control, she was
the boss.  She put his head right at the opening of her hole.  Grasping
the arms of the chair, she thrust herself downwards, impaling herself.
   The sensations of her tight pussy were incredible.  He didn't have to
move.  She did all the work.  Her tight pussy worked up and down his
shaft, sucking in into her.  He reached around her and grabbed her ass
cheeks, squeezing them tight as they bounced in his lap.  She fucked him
hard, using the chair as leverage, unable to move in any direction but
up and down.  She knew exactly what she was doing, working his so that
his huge dick reached to where she wanted it, where she knew would make
her come.  He held on for as long as he could.  The tightness of her
pussy working its magic on his dick was almost too much.  He could feel
her cervix on the tip of his dick, the friction from the walls of her
pussy.  She continued to move faster and faster, pumping him harder and
harder.
   "Oh God, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come..."  She went wild,
throwing all her weight down on him, pulling him farther up into her
than he could ever imagine.  She fucked hard and rough, her muscles
clamping tightly around him.  She arched her back, her tits sticking
straight up into the air, dicking thrusting in her harder, the walls of
her pussy gyrating.  She screamed as her orgasm rippled through her
entire body, sending him over the edge.  The jizz in his cock finally
released and he let out a long, drawn out moan.  He clutched at her ass,
spreading her even more open, thrusting upward to let her milk him dry. 
   When their orgasms finally subsided, she stood up and leaned back on
the desk.  He stared at her in disbelief as she reached down and dipped
two fingers into her cum-filled pot and brought them to her lips.  She
licked.
   "Mmm, so that's what you taste like, what we taste like."  She
reached down and grabbed her dress and started to slip it on. "Maybe
next I'll give you head and let you come in my mouth like all the other
guys I've had in this building."  She fastened the buttons on her dress
and straightened out the hem.  She stood up and headed towards the door,
leaving him in the chair, exhausted.  "Then maybe you'll be able to
confirm the rumor that I swallow.  Tell Daddy that i'm a good worker,
and then maybe I'll have a permanent job in this office."  She smiled
and left.

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