Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

I then think over last year when I got a virus from a porn site. Oh, don’t sit there shaking your head; we all watch porn. I know you do, too.

I open up the porn site and start flipping on all the links that pop up. I click girl porn, anal porn, BBW porn, big tit porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, MILF porn; you name the porn, I open all the links and put her volume to the max. Take that, you little minx.

I close down her screen, rubbing my hands together in evil glee. The minute I do that, my stomach starts up again, and I barely make it to the bathroom, where I am, once again, sitting there thinking I’m dying.

It’s almost three a.m. when I finally make it out of the bathroom. I decide to just spend the night in my office. Making sure I set my alarm for seven so I can get up and shower before she comes in.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face and at least five pounds lighter.

By seven-thirty, I am showered and changed. I opt for warm water with honey this morning instead of coffee. I rinse out the cup before using it just in case she’s tampered with everything in the kitchen. Who knows, maybe she’s trying to kill everyone in the office.

I’m sitting at my desk when she walks in. When she walks past my office, I see that her skirt today falls to right above her knees and is not as tight as the others.

Of course, my dick starts to stir right away. I look down and mumble, “Traitor” at him.

She takes off her scarf and jacket, and I see that her shirt is a V-neck today. Finally showing off some skin and a hint of her nice, full C-cups. Her cream sweater molds to her, and my traitorous dick has risen to fully salute her. I give him a firm squeeze as I picture Danielle from yesterday. He shrivels right up in response, leaving me shaking my head.

I watch her sit down and touch the mouse to bring her computer screen to life.

The second her computer fires up, the normally quiet office is filled with the sounds of loud sexual moaning.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” she squeals, getting more and more flustered.

I get up from my chair and walk to my door. I lean against it as I say, “Watching porn at work. Real nice.”

She throws a panicky look over her shoulder at me but doesn’t have time to reply before she turns back to the screen, where a woman with the biggest tits I have ever seen in my life bounces on a guy reverse-cowgirl style as her voice echoes through the office. “Oh yeah, I like that. Play with my tits, give it to me harder! Ooohhhhh yeah, oh right there! Fuck me like that right there!”

She clicks that screen closed, but another one pops right up in its place. Two guys this time. “I’m going to fuck that ass hard, and you’re going to take it all, baby.”

When nothing else happens, she starts to freak out. “What the heck is happening?”

She tries to close it down but to no avail. The screen is frozen on the image of one of the guys’ dicks entering the other guy’s ass. His face looks pained—and not in a good way. The screen may be frozen, but the sound is still coming through loud and clear.

“Fuck that virgin ass, tear it up. I’m going to cream you so good.” At this point, people are starting to arrive. They’re looking over at Lauren, who now has her hands covering her face.

Barbara comes out of her office, walking with purpose right over to us. The moaning starts again, and the screen flickers to life. The first guy is now pounding into the second guy while ordering him to “jerk that cock while I fuck your ass.”

“Lauren, dear, I don’t think this is the time or place for this. Perhaps you should do this in your own place.” She pushes her glasses up higher on her nose, “Oh, that is some scene, right?” She giggles a little.

Lauren turns around, her cheeks blazing pink with embarrassment. “I don’t watch this. It was on my screen when I turned it on, and I can’t seem to shut it down. I closed the screen.” She clicks the X in the corner, but another screen pops up, titled ‘Please Cum On My Face’ with a girl on her knees surrounded by ten hard dicks all shooting off their loads at the same time on her face.

“See? I can’t shut it down,” she says as she places her hands strategically over the computer screen in an effort to block out the video. “It won’t stop!” I see some tears in her eyes.