My first night with my boss

You read that right, I fell in love with my boss. What began with intense glances and flirtatious banter in the conference room soon developed into a full-blown affair—the company's managing director and me, the young receptionist from order processing. While I initially resisted my feelings, Jiri never missed an opportunity to see me and, under some pretext, invite me into his office. In the middle of our conversations, he would casually touch me, and even though we were discussing business matters like the order situation, his eyes would eagerly wander down my body. His interest in me was undeniable—I felt both honored and flattered. On top of that, I was attracted to him. His calm, intelligent manner, his graying temples, and his confident laugh were incredibly alluring.

Then, one late afternoon, the moment arrived: Most of the staff had already gone home when he summoned me to his office again. This meeting, however, was no ordinary one; it changed everything. No sooner had I closed the office door behind me, my heart pounding, than he stood up from his leather chair and approached me. Before I had a chance to ask him the reason for our meeting, he was already kissing me passionately. Breathless, he confessed how strongly he was attracted to me and how intensely he desired me. Since I felt the same way, no further words were needed for us to fall upon each other with lust.

We've been having an affair for several weeks now. Out of fear that his wife might find out, we mainly see each other at the office. We kiss surreptitiously in dark corners, exchange fiery glances, and stay late in the evenings so we can have sex undisturbed in his office.

That he had called me in this morning was an exception. His desire for me must have been so overwhelming that he couldn't wait until the evening. What an exciting thought…
Now I lay before him, aroused and covered in fine goosebumps.

His left hand rested on my blond pubic hair as he gently pulled back the protective membrane of my clitoris. The initially cool sensation immediately transformed into pure pleasure as his tongue began to caress me there. I moaned, a gush of my wetness erupting. Skillfully, he sucked and kissed, adding two fingers of his right hand to spread the gushing moisture around my entrance. He stroked me tenderly, his mouth lavishing attention on the small, firm clitoris that eagerly reached out to him. I pushed my lower body towards him, begging for more:

“Please, please don’t stop!” Without hesitation, he granted my wish: The play of his tongue intensified, becoming faster and firmer. At the same time, he thrust his index and middle fingers into my wet opening, driving me wild. He moved them, stimulating a spot that elicited another moan from me. He joined in, gasping as well.

Drenched with his saliva and my own arousal, I writhed before him, frantically running my hands through his graying hair. Unfazed, he licked and massaged me in an intoxicating rhythm. My experienced lover knew what he was doing and how I needed it.

My thighs wide open, I yearned for the liberating climax. Everything within me craved it; with every nerve fiber, I longed for the moment of release.

"More, more!" I demanded, my voice thick with desire. I thought I couldn't bear the tension any longer, yet I still wanted more. He pushed his fingers all the way into my overflowing cleft, simultaneously sucking my clit between his teeth. At that moment, my orgasm hit me with full force. Uncontrollably, I pressed his head into my lap, forcing his mouth onto my throbbing clitoris, while he repeatedly thrust his fingers inside me. I clung tightly to it, holding it firmly in my grasp.

As the ecstasy subsided, he pulled his face away from my pussy, stood up, and looked at me, his gaze filled with lust. Immediately, he leaned over me, his lips and chin glistening with my desire. He kissed me, and I tasted myself. At the same instant, he unzipped his dark suit trousers. His belt clinked, and he nervously yanked open the button and zipper. He gasped, barely able to wait to feel the wet tightness he had just experienced around his hard cock. His trousers slipped down to his knees, and he pulled his briefs down a little. His rock-hard cock sprang free.

He took a half step closer, positioning himself directly between my open legs. His erect penis twitched eagerly, already sliding a little way inside me, when the phone rang. Startled, I looked at him.

"Damn it, not now," he cursed softly, but answered the call nonetheless.

Inch by inch, he slid into my dripping wet grotto while instructing his secretary to postpone the call for fifteen minutes. He struggled to suppress his moans, his eyes tightly closed, trying to hide his intense arousal.

I was in the same boat; I had to restrain myself as well. His large penis conquered me, stretching and filling me. My desire surged again, and I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out uncontrollably. Looking at his face didn't make things any easier—I could clearly see his lust, his unbridled desire to finally thrust into me. His secretary, however, held him back, wanting to coordinate the day's appointments with him.

"No, Jana, not now..." My boss gritted his teeth, teetering on the edge of all self-control. Deep inside my slick, wet pussy, his erection throbbed with impatience. Fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. The overwhelming sensation threatened to sweep me away as well, yet I managed to keep my muscles still.

In his distress, Jiri sharpened his tone, sternly ordering me not to disturb him until further notice. It worked; with a sigh of relief, he hung up the phone.

"Now, your turn..." His dark eyes sized me up, his breath coming in short gasps. He withdrew his cock until it was almost completely out of me, only to thrust it back in powerfully. A deep, first thrust. He groaned,

"God, finally!" As he began to move his hips rhythmically, his hands slipped under my blouse, cupping my breasts and bra. Through the fabric, he felt my hardened nipples, which spurred him to firmly stroke them with the tips of his thumbs.

"Mmm, yes..." I moaned with pleasure. More than ready for a second climax, I felt the intense heat rising within me. Jiri's powerful cock throbbed in the firm grip of my vagina, teasing that primal spot with unerring precision. His hands slid under my buttocks, he pulled me tightly toward him with each thrust.

I slipped my panties off my ankles and wrapped my legs around his hips, which he acknowledged with a gasp of pleasure.

The immense wetness from within me had thinned into a trickle, running down my buttocks in delicate lines. It tickled my skin, giving me an extra thrill.

When I whispered about it to Jiri, describing the wet trails my desire had left, he groaned in awe. Immediately, his fingertips found their way to my cleft. When he felt the warm, smooth strips, his expression softened. He looked deep into my eyes. His mouth was open, every fiber of his being focused on the approaching orgasm.

I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, pressing him tightly against my body with the strength of my calves. He understood, threw all tenderness to the wind, and surrendered to his lust. Completely out of control, he fucked me on his desk. I urged him on, driving him forward with obscene words. More sweat moistened his forehead, dripping down my thighs. More wetness welled up from me, forming a slippery film on which he only needed to penetrate me a few more times before he announced his climax:

"Tessa, I'm coming!" His words pushed me forward. When I added a little help with my finger, massaging my erect penis, I too reached my peak rapidly. My pulse raced.

"Me too, right now!"

No sooner had I spoken than I felt his hands gripping my buttocks tightly. He looked at me intently with glazed eyes, his rock-hard cock throbbing deep inside me.

"Please, right now, I can't hold back any longer!" Hearing that he had finally reached his climax was the final straw. The way he told me, the pleading in his voice, and his cock vibrating inside me, ready to ejaculate, was more than enough to send me soaring to seventh heaven.

"Yes, Jiri, now!" I shouted louder than I intended, but discretion was the last thing on my mind. He didn't seem to mind either. We came simultaneously—shaken by a monstrous climax, I realized he was forcefully pressing my lower body against him as he pumped his creamy load into me. His fingers dug painfully into the soft flesh of my hips, but I barely felt it, so completely was I caught up in my own orgasm.

Not a minute later, he pulled me up by my hands and buried his face in my blond hair. He hugged me; his breath was still coming in gasps. I slipped my hands under his shirt and onto his back, caressing his skin tenderly. Immediately afterwards I heard his voice whispering to me, asking if I had planned to work overtime that evening as well.