Under My Boss's Direction

“Breathe, sweetheart,” I heard him say, his voice bouncing off the walls.

Some very good advice I immediately put into action, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting out as he started to move. He worked his considerable girth inside me, never failing to hit something important with each pass, be it my clit or my g-spot. And more frequently, both at the same time.

My pussy started to grip him tighter as he moved, not only used to the feeling of him gently pumping my pussy but wanting more. As when he was licking me, Ryan started slowly gaining in both speed and intensity, easing me into it, making sure I was okay with what was happening before continuing, let alone trying something else. I knew I could trust him and just relaxed, letting him do whatever he wanted with me, sure it would feel good.

While he still had his cock in my pussy, I felt a strange sensation. Pleasurable, certainly, but also very new, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it at first. To the point I wasn’t actually sure what was happening for the first little while, just that my pleasure level went through the roof. Ryan's hand started stroking my asshole with his thumb as he fucked me. Adding the pleasure of the nerve-endings found there, to the already incandescent joy of his gorgeous cock moving in me.

“Like that?” he asked, as he had with everything else.

“Yes!” I blurted, unable to contain my enthusiasm.

Encouraged, he did it more, pressing a little harder, making me yelp with the joy of it all. A sweet tremble running through me like ripples on a pond.

I reached a beautiful orgasm, my head actually lifting, at least as far as it could, as I moaned, feeling like a she-wolf in heat. Ryan was close behind, filling me up with his thick, warm cum.

The water cascaded off my back, the cool tiles under one hand as I bent over in the shower, two fingers submerged to the third knuckle in my pussy. As close as I could get to approximating the size of a cock, though from the looks of it, at least in my imagination, Ryan’s looked like it would be more like three or four fingers worth. I smiled at the idea as I carefully withdrew, spent but happy for the experience. Weariness joined the relief as I toweled off. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I not only intentionally went to bed, passing out on the couch or at my desk the usual way of things, but went to bed early, the morning light not even visible through my window.

Chapter Two

Days passed without note. Even with a more regular sleep pattern, facilitated by my new ritual to the thought of Ryan before bed each night, there was enough to keep my days more than occupied. Were it not for blessed distractions, like food, calls and the need to release some long acquired sexual frustration, it was possible my brain could have fried from sheer focus and stress.

Not really a good result for anyone. Least of all me, a factor I was taking into consideration more. Not least because of the impact my untimely demise would have on things at work. The city could fall into chaos. At least so my ego told me, even though there were some things it was beyond the scope of one person to completely resolve, no matter how important they were, and I certainly wasn’t one of them.

I was just one of the many staff members who helped the actually powerful do what they did. No one was an island, unless you counted hermits, but who really could? They’d have to find them first.

The rhythm of work lulled me, the very fact that there was something to be done, a purpose to be served, gave shape and meaning to my existence. Ever since I was little, I was always very much one of those people who thrived on structure. The worst part of camp every year was the so called ‘free time.’ I had no idea what to do with myself and mostly just fret until some semblance of organization reasserted itself.

It was probably at least part of why I took such immense joy in planning the St. Paddy’s Day parade, usually doing the whole thing myself. Others got their ideas in, too, of course. No plan being perfect first try, there were always things that needed to be tweaked. I was a bit of a control freak but nowhere near being precious. The first concept was mine and that was enough. Much to the relief of most of the other staff at the office, the planning of the parade generally seen as an elephantine task rife with pitfalls.