Daddy's Dirty Boss

That’s when I should have logged out and made an exit, but I didn’t. I guess it was the bad girl Faith poking her naughty little head out and wanting to play a bit, but I didn’t want to leave Mr Lindon’s space without finding out something valuable about the man I was besotted with.

I clicked on his internet browser and knew I shouldn’t. The history showed everything you’d expect from auction sites to the local weather, and I scrolled through carelessly on and on. Until it hit me. A listing amongst the others, barely poking its face out. But once I’d seen that one I saw it over and over. The same running theme right through the days and days of history.

Schoolgirl porn. Loads and loads of it.

Dirty little girls being punished, and used, and pushed to their limits by filthy men who made them take it all.

I watched some of it with an open mouth, not quite believing I’d hit the jackpot like this. I sat in Mr Lindon’s office chair and watched the same pornography he’d watched in this seat, and knew there was no way he hadn’t been thinking of me. No way. Not with so many of the girls in these videos looking so much like I did.

Sure, he’d meant it when he said he wasn’t going to cross the line. I knew he’d meant it. But this was something else. An escape for the obvious. Him fighting back the obvious. The obvious that he really did want me and was battling it as hard as I was craving it.

I tried not to keep watching those videos, knowing full well the history showing would be changed, and there was no way he wouldn’t see someone had been snooping if he clicked back just a touch. Still, I couldn’t stop myself.

I wanted to see what he’d been watching. What he wanted. What he needed.

I wanted to see exactly who he was when he was being that dirty Mr Lindon, and what I could do to make him mine.

I copied all the video web addresses and sent them through to my private email from his work one. I tried to leave his office and get back to my normal work responsibilities, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave his desk before I’d really enjoyed being at it.

I definitely shouldn’t have clicked through his gallery folders.

Most of them were of auction furniture, and on any normal day I’d have loved looking at them. But there was more this time. A few extra clicks brought me to a joined up directory with his home PC from the looks of it, and I knew I was being a total nosey little bitch as I clicked on through and made my way around.

First it was nothing, just pictures of Mr Lindon on his mountain bike and out at some socials with friends. I loved those anyway.

Next it was him with some girls from the office, one of them Penny Andrews.

Then it was Penny Andrews, in a school uniform just like mine from Arlock Academy.

Then it was Penny Andrews being taken out of it with his fingers so deep inside her.

I was shaking like a leaf when there was a picture of him along with her. He was naked and he was beautiful. Absolutely damn beautiful.

His chest was so solid, with just a smattering of dark hair. His shoulders were broad and strong and his arm muscles were ripped and ready to throw her however he wanted to throw her.

And there was his cock. His cock just ready to push inside her mouth.

Oh damn, he was big. I hadn’t seen one in person before, but I didn’t need to. I’d seen enough videos to know he was big.

Penny Andrews clearly knew he was big too. Her eyes were wide and wild, and her mouth was open as far as she could stretch it.

Shit, how I needed that to be me.

I knew full well there was no way I should be looking at this stuff, not in a million years, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

I hadn’t been expecting to stumble across such utter filthiness on his machine, nowhere near, but I also hadn’t expected him to push his way back through his office door without so much as a second’s warning to help me click on out of there.

My face must have said a lot, but I stumbled over my words regardless as he closed the gap.

“I needed the listings… for Rachel…” I said, only just managing to get to a safe screen before he was right up behind me.

“Fine,” he said, but his voice was gruff. “I told her she should have left a voicemail, not just left the calls ringing out.”

I bundled right on out of there and he slipped into his seat, his finger click, click, clicking on his mouse button.