Under My Boss's Authority (Under Him)

Her eyebrows raised in surprise, but the excited sparkle in her eyes was unmistakable. “You don’t mince words, do you?

I shrugged. “Do I need to?

“No,” she admitted, “I know why I’m here.

“Good. Stand up.”

At my word, Vega got to her feet. Not so fast she knocked over the chair, nor so slow she prolonged my suffering. A simple straight, upward stroke, that let me see her in beautiful profile. Her chest and ass were the most prominent of her gentle curves. She had worn a dress to see me.

Even if she didn’t particularly like them. Then tension in her shoulders betrayed this immediately. As an act of mercy as much as lust, I unzipped the back, letting it drop from her shoulders, falling around her feet. In spite of being exposed to a man she’d only just met, she honestly seemed more comfortable in just her underwear. Sheer white, soft cotton things. Virgin white. Speaking to her youth and inexperience

The first touch was light. I didn’t want to shock her. A gentle hand on her shoulder, I watched and listened as I caressed her from behind. My other hand joining in the exploration as enjoyed her tender, untouched body. Easing her back so she was pressed up against me, I slid a hand down over the front of her panties, tenderly cupping her pussy through soft cloth. She let out a soft gasp but didn’t pull away. In fact, she arched back into me and her hips bucked against my hand

Stroking the tips of my fingers inside the waistband of her panties, from hip to hip and then back again, I went down inch by inch. Kissing her on the neck as I did so.

She did not sigh. It was more of a deflation. Her body relaxing, pressing back against mine as I caressed her silken lips. Tender, yet rigid under my finger tip. Her clit, well closed off.

I added another finger and eased her pussy open experimentally. Her lips barely moved, instantly returning to their previous position when I let go.

Removing my hand from her womanhood, I looped both though the sides of her panties, easing them slowly down. Ending up on my knees beneath her as I lifted each of her feet, getting her panties free.

Stroking both hands all the way back up the length of her, I undid her bra. Her full, firm breasts were liberated in short order. My hands explored her upper levels, sliding over the peaks and valleys of her chest, making her hum softly with gentle pleasure.

She turned like a dancer. Smooth and tight. My hands on her ass, lifting her up onto the edge of the table. Vega moved with me easily as I lay her down flat. She propped her feet up on the edge of the table, giving me the most beautiful view. I ran my hands tenderly along her inner thighs to help calm her. Vega palpably relaxed as the reactions of her body synced with the intentions of her mind.

Lowering my head as though to pray, I worshiped at her altar, devouring her sweet young pussy like a starving man and causing Vega to buck and moan beautifully in response. Her delicious responses only made me more emboldened. I reached up and held her hands with both of mine, Vega squeezing back with more intensity than I would have expected. I could tell that she was already getting close.

She came so hard her whole body trembled, making the solid oak table shake. Were there any dishes setting places, they wouldn’t have been there long.

I licked and kissed her pussy, still holding her hands as she returned to equilibrium. Her pussy relaxed considerably, while still remaining rather tight. Wetting a finger, I pressed the tip lightly against her vulva. Taking it slowly, I slipped my finger in inch by inch, stopping on occasion to give her time to breath. Eventually getting in up to her sweet cherry.

“Good girl,” I cooed.

Taking things very easy, I started to move. I slid my finger lovingly inside her, lightly brushing her clit on occasion, making her moan joyously with every instance. I was rapidly easing her towards another orgasm. Her hips moved along with me, in a gorgeous synchronicity.

Working her pussy with one finger, and then two, I decided to add in another element, sucking first one nipple and then the other. Alternating regularly, doing my best to give each an equal amount of attention. Her sweet moans became even more ecstatic.

Vega’s hips raised from the highly polished oak, the full force of orgasm seizing her. Her nearly haunting moans gave voice to the ineffable power of her pleasure. Her pussy squeezed hard around my fingers as she shook.

Equilibrium returned like a fallen leaf landing on the ground. Vega opened her eyes, calm and happy as anything, panting before me. Withdrawing my fingers, three at that point, I tried again to spread her pussy. It went easily, the light, soft skin of her vulva giving way to the bright pink, sweetness of her inner lips.