I was late to work today, thanks to the usual traffic jam on the freeway. As I hurriedly made my way up the stairs, I could hear my boss’s voice booming through the office door. He sounded angry. My heart raced as I wondered what had happened. But before I could reach his office, he stormed out and caught sight of me. His face softened when he saw it was me, but then he looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow.
“You’re late,” he said, not unkindly.
I stammered out an apology, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. He shook his head, but I could see a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Well, since you’re here now, you might as well get to work,” he said gruffly, and turned on his heel to go back into his office.
I sighed and followed him, determined to do my best today despite the rocky start. But as I sat down at my desk, I couldn’t help but think about how my boss looked in that moment – tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and a strong jawline. His dark eyes were intense, and his voice was deep and commanding.
I felt a sudden rush of heat between my legs, and I knew it was going to be a long day.
As the hours passed, I couldn’t shake the image of my boss from my mind. He was always so professional and in control, but there was something about him that made me feel flustered and nervous. And when he looked at me with those piercing eyes, I felt like he could see right through me.
Finally, as the clock struck 5 pm, I breathed a sigh of relief. Another day was over, and I had survived it without making any more mistakes. As I packed up my things, my boss came out of his office to say goodbye.
“See you tomorrow,” he said, with a small smile. “Don’t be late.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment as I left the office.
That night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of his strong hands and deep voice. I knew it was wrong to fantasize about my boss, but I couldn’t help myself.
I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to feel his lips on mine, his hands exploring my body. In my mind, he was rough and demanding, pushing me up against the wall of his office as he claimed me with his lips and his cock.
My fingers slid down between my legs, and I gasped as I felt how wet I was. I imagined it was him touching me there, teasing me until I begged for more. And then I imagined what it would feel like to have his thick, hard cock inside me, stretching me open and making me moan with pleasure.
I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a dildo that I imagined looked strikingly similar to my boss’ cock – long and thick, with a flared head that made me shiver just to look at it. I closed my eyes and imagined him sliding the toy inside me, thrusting deep and hard until I screamed with pleasure.
As I moved the dildo in and out of my pussy, I pictured his strong hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me from behind. I imagined how it would feel to have his cock sliding against my G-spot, making me gasp and moan with pleasure.
My body trembled as the dildo hit that special spot inside me, and I knew I was close to orgasm. I closed my eyes and imagined him leaning over me, whispering filthy things in my ear as he made me cum hard and fast. And then I imagined how it would feel to have his warm, sticky cum spurting all over me, marking me as his own.
With a cry of pleasure, I felt the orgasm wash over me, making me shake and tremble with pleasure. I collapsed back onto my pillow, panting and sweating, feeling completely drained but also deeply satisfied.
I knew it was wrong to fantasize about my boss like that, but I couldn’t help myself. And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that tomorrow, I would be dreaming of him again.
