Monday Morning Quickie - My Billionaire Boss Thinks He Can Control Me. He Can’t
I walked in to his office, slid the sign to ‘Engaged’ and flicked it locked. He looked up, pushed back away from the desk, and smiled.
If I hadn’t already been peeling off my shirt, I’d have damn well torn it off my back.
His smile gets me every time. He was hot. I mean super-model hot.
Oh and did I mention he’s a billionaire too?
I know. So you can understand why I was stripping off, even though it was only 11am.
I’d blocked out fifteen precious minutes in his schedule. I’m his PA after all. It comes with benefits.
Today, that meant I got the honour of kneeling in front of him, studying his gold and diamond cufflinks as he scooped out his thick cock for me.
I soon fisted him into a solid rod. My lips touched his end. Just how he likes it. I lapped at his wetness.
God, I love the taste of his cock in the morning!
He held my head down, and I guzzled him into my cheek. My fingers sliding past his zipper to tease his balls.
I looked up at him.
Those damn blue eyes, freckles lightly scattered over his nose. Dark skin, his heavy cock blacker between my pale pink glossy lips.
He tightened his grip on my hair, pinning me against his crotch as he thrust up to meet my downward move. A clash of teeth, tongue, hard cock in my cheek, almost making me choke.
I fought the tears in my eyes and he loosened the grip on my hair, then as I relaxed, he grabbed me again and this time with no mercy.
He widened his legs.
I shuffled forward to take him deeper as he ripped my bra to get at my tits. His hands cruel, twisting my nipples in that slavish way he has. It makes me cry out every time, but not today.
His cock choked me.
I gobbled, licked, and wanked him. His zipper scraping my hand. Looking up, I begged him with my eyes, wanting him to fuck me harder. Showing him I was his slave.
He squeezed my tit, finger and thumb, pinching my nipple hard. Painfully hard. Then he pushed me back.
Pulling my hair, he made me release his cock. I dribbled on my chin as he held my head but shot his load on my tits.
He forced me to watch him lose his load on me. Desperate to taste him, swallow him.
He rubbed his spunk on my tits, then he spoke for the first time.
Quiet control.
‘You made the mess. You clean it up.’
I licked him clean.
He tucked himself away, straightened his tie, and smiled.
‘You can borrow one of my spare white shirts. But throw your bra in my top drawer first.’
I did as he asked. Going topless, then buttoning his shirt over my braless tits while he took a call.
I let myself out.
Licked my lips.
Sat at my desk, slicked on fresh lipstick, sprayed fresh scent then smiled as his next appointment arrived.
I sent one email. To him.
‘You owe me a new shirt and bra. Add in some of that scent I love too, for the inconvenience. Make sure you buy it at lunchtime. I have booked another appointment with you at 3pm. And this time, make it last!’