Girl on the Net

This fabulous erotic fiction about deep throating the boss is written and read by Sherryl Blu. Note that this story plays with boss/employee power dynamics and includes some hints of reluctance.

I didn’t usually find myself in the lift with my boss first thing in the morning. He was either in before me or he came in after lunch. Never would we arrive at the same time. But this morning, it would appear we were synchronised.

‘Good morning,’ he boomed as he stepped into the lift after me.

His loud voice made me jump a little. I was still half asleep and wishing I was anywhere but at work. The bass in his greeting shocked me straight out of my own head.

‘Morning,’ I replied.

Then there was silence…

No more words were said. Well, no more words were spoken but his eyes, oh his eyes and the way they explored every part of me, spoke volumes!

He did not stop staring!

In fact, I would go as far as to say, he was ogling me without any shame.

His eyes began their inspection of me, starting at my feet, and then went on to absorb every part of me – all the way to the top of my head. It was a bit unnerving.

I tried to ignore it and focused my thoughts on wishing the lift would just hurry up and get to our floor.

After what felt like forever, the lift bell dinged and the door opened.

‘After you,’ he said in a much quieter voice than his earlier ‘good morning’.

I said thanks but knew what appeared to be a gentlemanly gesture was actually more. He wanted to check out my arse!

I hadn’t much choice so I walked out of the lift first.

As I took each step, I could feel each of my bum cheeks just screaming to be gazed upon in the tight leather midi I wore. I knew my arse looked nice in this skirt and the work-appropriate stilettos would have only made things look even better.

I felt him watching me from behind, but I didn’t turn back to check. Imagine how cringeworthy that would have been.

I got to my desk, greeted my colleagues and set my handbag and other bits down on the desk.

I fumbled about – logging on, grabbing a cuppa, that sort of thing – then finally I opened up all the necessary on my computer.

Within seconds, an instant message popped up. It was from the boss!

I knew before opening it that this message had nothing to do with work-related stuff.

I opened it up. It simply read: leather suits you!

I didn’t know how to reply to that. I mean, how do you respond to a cheesy comment like that, especially from your boss?

Scarily, it was if he was reading my mind because almost straight away, another messaged pinged through that said: no need to respond, just meet me in the printer room in 15 mins. I have something for you.

Now I wasn’t born yesterday so I knew instantly, this was a come on.

My boss was actually coming on to me. Like, what the fuck!

My head felt frazzled at the thought. I mean, he wasn’t bad looking to be honest. In fact, many a time a group of us ladies would cackle over the thought of what doing the boss would be like but none of us would have ever thought to make it a reality. Plus, he’s married!

I spent ten minutes pondering what he was expecting and then another five fretting over whether I should ignore his request or not. I decided to go. I was curious.

I got up and casually strolled through the office to the opposite end.

The printer room was off to the right and was very discreet.

Us girls often made jokes about it being the perfect spot to nick a cheeky fuck in the office.

The door was slightly open so I pushed it gently.

I stepped into the room and there he was, perched against the largest printer with a very keen look on his face.

‘Ah, you came,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ I said then giggled nervously.

‘Lock the door,’ he requested.

I didn’t hesitate. I turned around to face the door and flicked the knob. As I swung back round, there he was right in front of me.

Our faces nearly connected. He was very close and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

‘You look great,’ he said. ‘I often look forward to seeing what you’ll be wearing each day. You’re very sexy.’

Not quite sure how best to respond, again I just said ‘thank you.’ But before I could even finish saying ‘you’, he had his tongue down my throat! Instinctively I pulled back but when he came for me again, I reciprocated. My tongue fought back.

The kiss was deep and urgent, passionate and electrifying.

It felt wrong but right so when he ordered me to drop to my knees, I did so without question.

In one fell swoop, his trousers came down and his fully erect cock bobbed in front of me.

He was big! Well… bigger than I would have imagined anyway. Thick, veiny and begging to be consumed.

I lunged forward and let the tip of my tongue flutter across his head. He sighed deeply.

I introduced my lips and let the fullness of them embrace the whole head of his cock.

I sucked on it, rotating gentle sucks with much deeper ones.

He tasted warm.

After toying with him a little bit, I took the whole length of him deep into my throat.

He groaned.

The sounds of appreciation spurred me on.

I began bobbing backwards and forwards, taking him all the way into my throat then bringing him back out again.

I’d let the cool air meet his saliva laden dick before allowing the length of him to tickle my tonsils again.

He loved it.

His shaking knees and continuous sounds of gratitude told me so.

His hand found the back of my head and with each neck gyration, he pushed himself further into me.

I gagged a little.

I loved that and he clearly did too because he followed up with the same action two more times within the space of seconds.

The motion definitely got to him because it wasn’t long before I felt the punch of freshly emitted precum trickle down the back of my throat.

I pulled back and let a string of his juices form between my mouth and his throbbing shaft.

Nasty, but fucking sexy!

I paused for a moment then lapped it all back up.

Every last bit…

I then continued to deep throat him eventually finding a rhythm that caused him to grunt and groan every single time his tip hit the depths of mouth.

We must have been going at it for at least 6 or 7 minutes before he told me he had to let go.

Instantly I withdrew from him and told him to wait.

He begged me not to stop and to let him blow. I told him no!

It was strange because in that moment, it was as if I was the boss!

I was telling him what to do and he was begging to do the opposite.

It was weirdly satisfying.

I waited a while then devoured him again. This time I fully intended to let him release.

I licked, dribbled and slobbered all over him.

His dick flexed and pulsated, readying to erupt.

I took him back to the recesses of my gullet and encouraged him to throat fuck me.

He thrusted back and forth urgently…

He was close, I could feel it.

Like a volcano, his explosion bubbled beneath the surface.

I pulled him out and salivated all over him until he mumbled ‘I’m going to cum.’

At that precise moment, I secured him between my open lips and sucked him off until the force of his nut filled my cheeks.

I continued to suck as he tried to squirm free from my grasp.

Eventually I let him go and he fell back against the printer, dick semi limp, panting like a dog on a hot day!

I got up, adjusted myself, looked him dead in the eye and said: ‘get yourself together boss, people will be asking questions!’

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