The Boss

The Boss-Part Three

By A : Williams

 I’m the boss, David. Right now I have my ‘not gay’ young 25 year old employee Paul, naked as the day he was born and in deep lustful desire. I have just finished tasting and teasing all the pleasure spots on his perfect virile hot young body. If I’ve seduced him properly, I’ll win our deal and I’ll get to fuck his smooth hairless ass but first he has to beg me for my long thick cock.

I have him right where I want him all splayed out on the meeting room table, cock hard and moaning in pleasure from the rim job I’m giving him. I upped my game by pressing my thick wet tongue deep in his ass.

“Fuck, is that your tongue?” he moaned softly.

“Yes,” I answered between licks and plunges of my tongue. 

“Umm, feels amazing Boss. I want more,” Paul moaned.

In and out, in and out my tongue moved in and out of his ass as I spread his sweet butt cheeks and his hole so my tongue could go deeper. Umm, he tasted so good. My cock was leaking pre-cum from his strong musky taste. In and out, in and out my tongue worked his man pussy to our mutual pleasure.

Then like music to my ears I heard, him beg, “Please damn it.  Please give me your cock.”

I moaned and raised my face from his sweet wet ass and asked teasingly, “Where do you want my cock Paul?”

“In my ass Boss. Right now please I beg you,” he screamed, “I need it so bad.”

Yes! I’d won the deal. I knew he’d need loosening up first before I could fuck his brains out.

“Paul, I need to get you ready for my cock ok?” I asked as I pulled the lube from my discarded pants pocket.

He nodded his head in agreement as I generously lubed up three fingers and my pulsing shaft.

I slid my index finger in his hole and just as I had suspected, he was super tight. I knew I’d have to go slow and take my time to prepare him for our coupling.

“Babe, I’m going to try two fingers now. Ready?” I asked softly.

“Yes, yes please hurry,” he whimpered.

I gently and slowly pressed two fingers in, we both moaned. I moaned at the thought off my cock being where my fingers were and Paul because I found his swollen prostate.

“Ooh God yes,” Paul moaned, “Rub that spot again, yes.”

I did as he asked and rubbed over his sweet spot time and time again. I could see his cock twitch and pulse with each pass of my fingers. “You like that Babe?” I asked as I played in his pussy.

“Yes, ooh God yes,” he purred, “Don’t stop.”

I smiled as Paul gave into me so easily. I slide in all three fingers and watched him squirm. “Please I need your cock,” he moaned, “I need to feel you deep inside me.”

I withdrew my fingers and easily pressed my swollen dripping cock-head through his sphincter into his pink hairless hole. “Babe, tell me when to push,” I said while rubbing his hairless thighs, “I’ll go slow and be easy.”

“Umm, I feel you in me,” he whispered wrapping his legs around my waist, “Push slowly and don’t stop.”

I was so ready but I held back and went slowly, inch by inch until I was in his tight ass all the way.

“How’s that feel Babe?” I asked in a whisper.

“So filling,” he said softly, “Boss fuck me slow.”

“Ugh, you’re so tight,” I let my head fall back and moaned out loud, “Uum God so fucking sweet.”

Slowly I pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. Over and over my cock slid in then out, my thrusts slow and deliberate. We both moaned and whimpered from the pleasure our union was creating.

“That’s it, yes,” Paul sighed, “Go a little faster.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I increased my speed slightly, getting harder with each plunge. The table began to rock and bounce on the floor as Paul got louder and more verbal.

“That’s right Boss Man, fuck me,” he yelled out, “Right there, Oh my fucking god yes, hell yes.”

He started to hunch up to meet my thrust. His heels pressing harder into my ass, he pulling pulled my cock deeper inside him with each thrust.  And God help me, I loved every second of it.

My hard thrusts were making the table move across the floor. The chairs on the opposite side of the table started to tilt and fall one by one, each landing on the floor with a loud thud.

“Yes!” Paul screamed, “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.” 

This was the hottest sex I’d ever had and I had no intentions of stopping.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” he yelled, “Harder, faster Boss man.”

Unknown to us the workers in the office could hear us. They’d heard me order Paul into the meeting room because the reports were all fucked up. They could hear our raised voices, thuds and thumps.  Concerned, someone had called the C.E.O. of the company to check on us.

The room smelled heavily of our sweat and the odor of our sex. Damn perfect to my nose, I thought. I wished I could bottle this wonderful aroma.

 “Yes Babe, cum for me and don’t touch that beautiful cock,” I shouted, “Cum all over us.”

I continued to ram in and then pull out of his hairless ass. God, I needed to unload. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back.

“Fuck yes, ooh yes,” Paul screamed, “Cum in me, cum in my ass.”

One more hard thrust in and I unloaded all my seed deep in his hot ass as he shot cum all over both our faces and his abs.

We smiled at each other for a couple of seconds as we caught our breath. And then Paul said, “Damn boss man that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” 

“Me too Babe, me too,” I laughed, “But next time we need to be a tad quieter.”

Then bang, bang on the locked door. “Open this fucking door David,” Mr. Jackson screamed, “What the hell is going on in there?”

Paul and I froze. Then I whispered, “Get dressed as fast as you can Paul but be quiet.”

“Hold on Mr. Jackson, I’m coming,” I shouted. I had to laugh out loud at my reference to cumming. “We’re just gathering up the reports Sir.”

“You better be fast about it,” he hollered, “Kevin said it sounded like you two were having an all-out brawl in there.”

“Yes Sir,” I said opening the door. As Paul and I stood there looking disheveled, I said, “We had a disagreement about the Fergusons report Sir.”

His eyes opened wide at the sight of us. Shirts buttoned up all wrong, hair wet with sweat and zippers half up. I knew he could smell our sex coming from us and the room. I looked over at Paul and realized he still had cum in his hair. Oh well, too late now.

“Ugh, carry on then men,” Mr. Jackson said as he walked away looking confused.

We both let out a sigh of relief and laughed softly to and at each other.

I reached up and wiped the cum out of Paul’s hair. “Here Babe, have a taste,” I said raising my fingers to his lips. Paul smiled and sucked it off of my finger.

 “We should head to the john and get freshened up boss man,” he laughed.

“Yes we should Paul, damn, that was close but hot as hell,” I smiled as we headed to the bathroom.

More to cum…hahaha……A.