Page 30 of Boss from Hell

She read the letter out aloud, her voice strange and thick. Her work was full of mistakes.

“Good,” I said. “You may go now.”

The morning and afternoon passed in a strange flurry of distracted attempts to work and sexual excitement. The whole time I was aware of the remote in my pocket. I kept us both in a state of unsatiated lust.

Finally, it was time.

I called her in. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes a little glazed. “Lock the door.”

As she did, I pushed away the papers in front of me and wheeled my chair away from my desk. “Come here,” I invited.

She came around my desk.

“Sit.”

Obediently, she sat on my desk facing me. Her eyes were hooded, but she was trembling with basic instinct. I knew exactly what she wanted and how to give it to her.

“Open your legs,” I ordered, my gaze never leaving her eyes. Her pupils were dilated to almost twice their ordinary size. Instantly, she widened her thighs. I curled my hands around her ankles, pulled them even further apart, and looked at her secret.

My cock surged. The thong was completely soaked, and her juices were smeared all over the creamy insides of her thighs. As I watched, even more liquid seeped out of the edges of the thong.

“Have you come yet?” I demanded.

“No.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me for it… and nicely.”

She bit her lower lip. “Can you let me come… please?”

“What’s my name? Say my name.”

“Mr. Frost. Please, Mr. Frost.”

I slipped my finger under the thong and ripped it off. Her freshly shaven pussy was beautifully pink and glistening with need. Her clit was so swollen it was twice its size and it was pulsating like the tiniest drum in the world. When my fingers ran gently over it, she flinched and her thighs clenched reflexively. It was instinctive, a rejection, but it was no use.

This intruder could not be driven away.

This was only the beginning.

My fingers pressed tightly against her wet lips without any movement. I was enjoying the mere feel of her hot flesh, but her hips moved greedily and my fingers slapped her.

“Don’t.”

She stopped moving.

Steadily, gently I began to massage her sweet pussy. It flooded with more and more honey until they ran between my fingers and wet my shirt cuffs. With my other hand, I fondled her wonderful tits and felt her trembling as sexual ecstasy inexorably drew her in. My hands were shining with her juices as I tore open her blouse. She wasn’t shocked. Instead, she jutted her naked chest out to me. Lewdly, I mauled at her beautiful tits. I even leaned forward and sucked on one.

I was incredibly excited by the way calm, collected Lillian Hudson began to shake and tremble. As her boundaries broke, she began to moan softly. Her orgasm was building. The dam was about to break and shock her consciousness with sensations she’d never dreamed of.

Her breathing was so shallow it was almost as if she was panting. All the while my touch was producing floods of sweet juices. I could see the tide of pleasure was overpowering her. She was no longer seeing me. Everything had disappeared except my touch and the pure sensations of pleasure between her legs.

She stood at the gates of her climax.

“Nearly there, Miss Hudson. Nearly there.”

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