Sleeping with the Boss

Sasha loved Fridays.

She pulled her lunch from her bag and leaned back in her chair, munching on her sandwich as she listened to her co-workers packing up for the day.

Molly peeped around the cubicle. “You’re not working late again?”

“Yep.” Sasha gave a melodramatic sigh. “Always plenty of work to do.”

“I hope you get paid extra for the overtime.”

“Nah. But it’s all right. I’ll get a good reference when I move on.”

Molly shook her head. “You’re a fool, you know? As if you’re going to find another boss who gives everyone an early day on Friday. You should make the most of it.”

Sasha just shrugged, and took another bite of her sandwich.

She knew she’d never find another boss who’d give all their workers Friday afternoon off. Damien was one of a kind. He believed a well rested employee was a productive employee. He was also the best lover she’d ever had.

Sasha had no intention of ‘moving on’, ever.

The bustle died down as everyone left the building, and Sasha finished off her sandwich, and took the last sip of her now cold coffee. She closed down her computer and moved the keyboard, as well as her coffee cup, to one side, then stood and slid her panties down from under her skirt and tucked them in her bag.

“Nice.”

She turned to see him leaning on the cubicle wall, his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his fore arms, the top button of his shirt undone.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She bit her lip as his gaze roved over her body, his eyes shining with appreciation as he took in all her curves before crossing the space in two steps to press his mouth against hers.

She responded by parting her lips, letting her tongue slip through to seek out his, her fingers already unzipping his fly as his hands cupped her breasts.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He groaned as she released his cock, wrapping her hand around it and stroking, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head, just the way he liked it.

“A week is far too long,” she agreed, as his fingers slid up underneath her skirt, his hands warm on her bare bottom.

He lifted her up onto the desk and she wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer, rubbing his cock against her slit.

“You’re so wet!” He slid the strap of her dress down her arm, low enough to give him access to her breasts, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth.

She moaned, throwing her head back as his cock pushed inside her, his thick girth filling her like no other man could.

“Oh, Damien! Fuck!” She gripped his shoulders as he nuzzled into her neck, pounding her so hard the desk banged against the wall and the computer screen behind her wobbled precariously.

“Fuck. Fuck. Nngh.” She moaned as an orgasm tore through her body, her cunt walls clenching around his cock as he filled her with his seed.

For a moment she imagined the little babies she’d never have, but then pushed it aside. Bareback sex was the best kind, and if she’d been fertile like her friends she’d never be able to enjoy the sensation of skin on skin. It paid to focus on the positives.

“Fuck. You’re so hot.” He kissed her, deep and passionate. “My desk next?”

“Hmm…” Sasha pretended to think. “How about the coffee room? I could lean over the bench and you could do me from behind?”

A grin spread over his face as his cock twitched back to life.

“Now that will be hot.”

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