This hot story about fucking your employee is written by Scorpio Appetites, and read by Matt Johnson.
You notice him right away. How could you not? He works for you but you don’t feel it, not really. He commands any room he enters, his easy wit and broad smile equal parts charming in their sincerity and dangerous in how defenceless they leave you. Every grin seems to be for you. Every time he rubs his neck and his suit strains around his biceps, it seems to be laser-targeted to your pussy. But you’re not stupid – you don’t fuck employees. He’s just an object, something pretty to have around, to be admired and enjoyed on your own terms. He’s a statue. A painting. A lamp.
In your after-lunch meeting, you sit watching his presentation, chewing your lip as he works the room effortlessly, making mid-quarter sales statistics as riveting as a poem written just for you. When he references something on the intranet and the other people in the room look down at their laptops, he fixes his green eyes on you and holds you there for a full minute. You allow a slight smile to play across your face, but then you drop it and stare at him with the full force of I’m your boss and you’re my wage slave. A tiny frown crinkles his brow, and he smoothly returns to the presentation. You smirk, victorious. It’ll take more than smiles and green eyes to get the better of you.
He hands the meeting over to you. He walks past you as you get up from your seat, and on the very edge of your hearing whispers ‘I’m going to bend you over your desk and fuck you until you scream my name.’
You whip round, startled, but he’s not even looking at you. You could almost believe you imagined it, if not for the smug smile at the edge of his beautiful lips. Your cheeks redden, and as you walk to the front of the room you’re suddenly very aware of how your dress clings to your ass and how he’s watching your every move. You stumble through your presentation, trying not to think about how his hand might feel against the small of your back as he kisses you.
Everyone’s gone home. You sit at your desk, trying to concentrate on your last report, but James’s cocky smile won’t leave your mind. Your hand idly slips from the keyboard and your fingers brush your thigh where the hem of your dress presses into your skin. With a quick glance up into the empty office, you run your fingertips higher up your leg. You’re surprised at how wet you are.
You close your eyes and begin to rub yourself, slowly at first, but soon you lose yourself in the sensation and the thought of deep, green eyes and firm, confident hands. You trace slow, deep circles over your clit, imagining his tongue. You remember his words to you earlier, and think about being forced over onto your desk so he can have his way with you.
‘Busy?’
Your eyes flick open to see James standing in your doorway, leaning casually against the frame.
‘Did you want something?’ you snap, adjusting your dress. A fantasy is all very well, but this is just rude.
He enters your office without being invited. ‘Yes. You.’
‘What?’
‘I can’t take my eyes off you. I’ve been trying to concentrate all day but all I can think about is how you taste. Or how your body would feel under me as you cum.’
‘You could get into serious trouble for talking to your boss like this,’ you say, low, your cheeks pink as he moves towards you. ‘This is inappropriate behaviour…’
‘But?’
‘But… I want you too,’ you hear yourself whisper. You didn’t mean to say it.
He’s standing over you now, his eyes hungry. He takes your chin in his hands and lifts you to his mouth. He’s strong, and you try to pull away – we’re at work! – but his tongue is in your mouth now and you’re kissing him back, desperately. He threads his fingers through the hair at the back of your head and pulls you standing, pressing his hard body against yours. Your heart is beating so fast he must be able to feel it.
The desk digs into your ass, and he lifts you easily onto the edge of it. You rest your feet on the chair as your dress bunches around your waist and he kneels for you. He makes a small sound of approval at the dark patch on your panties.
‘You’re soaking wet,’ he says, and your face burns with the shame of it.
It’s for you,’ you say.
‘I know.’
When he tugs your underwear aside, you feel his warm breath on your cunt. Then you feel his lips, and his tongue. His movements are confident, assured, and he responds to every sound you make, every twitch of your stomach. You don’t tell him where to be or what to do, but he finds his own way there, and it doesn’t take long for him to settle into a steady rhythm that sweeps against you like waves on a coastline. You feel the tide rise, and dig your fingernails into his hair involuntarily, pulling him against you.
He rises, and kisses you. You taste how disgustingly wet you got, imagining fucking the man who is about to fuck you just like he said he would. The sheer arrogance of it makes your stomach flutter. He turns you round and forces you down on your hands on the desk, sending sellotape holders and water bottles scattering to the floor. He drags your knickers down around your ankles and you are completely exposed, bent over the desk like an animal.
‘I told you what I was going to do,’ he says. ‘And you’re going to take it.’
He grips your hips and pushes inside you. You have never been filled so absolutely. It’s not the biggest cock that’s ever been inside you, but every curve seems molded to your pussy to the point where you can hardly tell where you end and he begins. With each thrust, your entire being trembles to the core. You are aware that everything you are in this place – your appropriate attire, your make-up, your polite conversations, your witty emails – all of it is just thin tectonic plates floating on a sea of fierce magma. Every time he pounds you, you split at the seams a little more, and the hot, bright essence of yourself spills out to fill the gaps he’s left in you.
‘Fuck,’ you gasp. ‘Fuck.’
‘Should I stop, boss?’ he grunts, mockingly.
‘Fuck no,’ you whimper. ‘Harder. Please.’
He grabs a fistful of your hair and lifts your head as he slams into your cunt again and again, punctuating every thrust with a barely-human sound of sheer, animal desire.
‘I’m gonna cum, James,’ you say, nearly in tears from the power of the orgasm building inside you. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum.’
It bursts against the inside of you, erasing everything with brightness, and you scream with the intensity of it. ‘Cum inside me,’ you pant, breathless, and he crashes against you like a tide. He floods your cunt, cock twitching powerfully. He thrusts one last time as he empties himself into you.
If you liked this story about fucking your employee, you can find more of Scorpio Appetites fabulous work here, and more sexy stories read aloud at the audio porn page.