Under My Boss's Control

“That’s good. Say it’s good.”

“It’s good, Mr. Lamb.”

“Say it, louder!”

“It’s good, Mr. Lamb!”

“Good girl, Dixie,” he’d say. “Now, lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”

“Yes, sir.”

As I was imagining this, I was touching myself. I started penetrating my pussy with my two fingers, slowly at first, but then more rapidly. As my fingers went in and out of my hole, they also went up and down against my clit. The images of Mr. Lamb in my mind were so arousing that I found myself getting wetter and wetter by the second.

I imagined him pushing my legs open a little wider and lapping at my wet, hot womanhood.

“Hold your legs open, Dixie,” he would said.

“Yes, sir.”

I imagined myself holding my legs open and up while lying there, spread open for him. He would be insatiable as he sucked on my clit, and all I could do was moan in pleasure.

My legs and arms would be numb from holding them in place so long, but I would dare not waver. I didn’t want to disappoint Mr. Lamb. Finally, he would stand up.

“Now, if you would, turn over and get on your knees,” he would say, undoing his pants. “I want your ass in the air, right about here.”

He would place his hand out and I would quickly obey. Flipping over and getting on my knees, I would back up toward him, having to arch my ass a bit to reach his hand.

“Yes, that’s it, right there,” he would say. “Just like that. Now, I’m going to fuck you. Would you like that, Dixie?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, that didn’t sound like you wanted it,” he would say, teasingly. “Do you want me to fuck you, Dixie?”

He would ask me this while running his finger up and down the folds of my dripping-wet pussy. Back in the real world, I was pushing myself to the brink. I had to steady myself by putting my other hand against the stall.

“Yes, sir, please!” I imagined myself begging. “Please, fuck me with your big cock!”

“You want it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“You need it?”

“I need it inside me, yes, please!”

“You want to cum on my cock?”

“Oh, God, yes! Please, sir! I want to cum! Please, please, please, please make me cum, Boss!”

I imagined him pushing his big cock into me, and I lost it. Inside the stall, I started squirting. I had to put my other hand over my mouth to muffle my squealing. I was cumming, probably harder than I had ever cum before. My whole body shook from the experience. It was exhilarating.

But with the orgasm came a post-relief clarity. I had to calm myself down. This wasn’t a professional way to act in an office setting.

Getting off, however, had really taken the edge off. Everything that was bothering me before suddenly melted away.

‘Shawn who?’ I couldn’t help but ask myself as I headed out to wash my hands and return to the office.

Chapter Three

Julius

There was just something about Dixie. I knew I shouldn’t think this way about an employee, but she was hot. Just my type.

Yes, she was very young for me, but damn. How could I not be attracted to her? I’m only human, and a red-blooded male at that. I took what I wanted, and I couldn’t help but want Dixie.

She had come in early. I liked that she was a go-getter; most of the girls who usually worked in this office just didn’t have that kind of work ethic. I had to admire that.

I always tried to give Dixie choice assignments, but there were other people that were senior to her, and I didn’t want it to look like I had a crush on her or wanted to get in her panties, even though both of those things were true.

My phone started to ring, drawing me back to reality. I answered it.

“Lamb Associates, this is Julius,” I said.

“Hey, buddy,” said Sam. “What’s the morning look like?”

Sam was my partner. We had built the advertising firm from the ground up and it was doing well. As always, Sam was out and about meeting clients.

“Solid, everyone has their assignments,” I said. “Hits are looking good for most of the social media platforms. How goes your meeting?”

“Weird. Had a couple of last minute cancellations,” he said. “Adams canceled. Can you believe it? That guy hounded me for a meeting for weeks and he just abruptly canceled.”

“That is weird. Did he reschedule?”

“Not yet. Also weird, right?”

“Well, who knows with clients?” I said, looking out towards the big office and noting Dixie. “Sometimes they look bad and sometimes they look… amazing. You coming back?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna grab some bagels on the way. You want anything?”

“A bagel sounds good. Get a party tray for the office with an assortment of cream cheeses,” I said. “Everyone’s been working hard.”

“You got it. See you in an hour.”