Finally Friday.

It felt like it was taking forever to shut down the restaurant; I was exhausted and just wanted to go home, enjoy the devoted attentions of my vibrator until I came so hard I squirted, and pass out. Somewhere in there I probably needed to eat, but I wasn't even hungry right now--all I could think about was counting out the till and the rumble between my legs, not my stomach.

The problem was Park. That's what I called him--what everybody called him--because he insisted we could never quite the intonation of his first name right; Ji-hyun, he would say, and I would say it back to him, watching the dimple deepen in his right cheek as he shook his head over and over again. "Not like that," he'd go, and repeat it again, and again, I would say it perfectly. "Not like that!" His dimple was so deep I could have fit my tongue in it.

And believe me, I wanted to.

I have always had a soft spot for shy guys. When he first started working here, I noticed him immediately because of the faint blush on his cheeks when he introduced himself; the tips of his ears turned red, and I felt myself taking in his lean form, broad shoulders, and that fucking dimple. He was just a shy, sweet kid--we had a few of them on the team. But he started getting more comfortable, and that adorable blush disappeared... Except with me.

He wasn't shy any more; we had a good group of people working here, and now they were all friends. It was my uncle's restaurant, but I ran it; I'd been managing for years, and had the callouses to prove it. Fourteen hours a day on my feet since the age of fourteen has given me strong legs, a smart mouth, and a keen eye for talent. So I built up our crew of servers, cooks, dishwashers, I made the schedule and paid our taxes and fought with the dipshits who tried to buy the building from my uncle last year for a song. It's my place, really.

So technically, Park is my employee.

I've had three lovers that worked here, but only when I was young, and before I was the boss; it was intoxicating, taking a shot after work behind the bar, the lights low, the whole place silent, and then fucking in a booth just to walk by it the next day and pretend it never happened. I hadn't had sex now, though, since I left my ex-husband four years ago. Terrible match. I pick great employees. Not great husbands.

"Did you get your comp meal?" I called out to him while he swept as I finished the count and reached over to turn off the small display of screens we used to monitor food sales, cameras. The usual job stuff. He glanced at me with raised eyebrows. "Park," I said, rolling my eyes, "you gotta eat, cutie. You're going to faint if you don't."

"I eat," he said, and grinned; I wasn't fooled, though. His cheeks were already turning pink.

He could talk shit with the best of them, but something about me brought back those first moments of shyness, and it just made me melt. It always would. I don't know why. "Well, we should find something for you before you leave--you can take it with you, okay?" I was handy in the kitchen, and I was sure some of the special was left over. "Come on."

"Can we eat together?" There was something in his voice that made me turn towards him as he put the broom back into the closet. There was that feeling again--simultaneous melting and rumbling, both stomach and pussy.

"I'm not hungry, but I--"

"Then I'm not hungry," he said, and gave me a sassy shrug, eyes wide. His ears were bright red; if I reached out and stroked one of them with just the tip of my finger, it would probably burn.

"Come on," I groaned... And I couldn't help myself, I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back, knowing my breasts would immediately grab his attention. I have a huge rack--it's been commented on literally every day since I was fourteen, a la waitressing--and I knew I shouldn't flirt with him, but I did. And I was immediately rewarded with a blatant stare, before he literally had to shake his head to rejoin reality.

"Well now I'm hungry," he mumbled behind me as we walked into the kitchen, and I knew he hadn't meant for me to hear him. But I did, so I turned and cocked my hip out, giving him my own sassy shrug. He stopped just inches away from me, so I tilted my head back to look up at his face.

"Yeah? What do you want?" I managed to keep a straight face while I watched him gulp, clearly thinking of something that was not on the menu. I was just about to take a few steps back and get to work on the special when he shocked me into stillness.

Instead of just being adorable and turning bright pink and then muttering that he wanted spaghetti instead... Park kissed me.

And it felt amazing. Soft, sweet lips, long fingered hands wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, my hard nipples pressing into his chest, his hard--"fuck!" I pulled back, eyes wide. "That got way out of control way too fast."

"I'm sorry," he said immediately, studying my face, "are you alright? I thought--"

"You're so fine," I said, realizing he was worried that he'd done something wrong. "I can't--Park, I'm your boss, I shouldn't--"

He immediately relaxed. "Yeah, you can," he said, and moved closer to me again. "In fact, I really want you to--"

"Park!" I put my hand on his chest and narrowed my eyes. "Do you get that this is illegal--"

"No it's not," he said matter-of-factly; he didn't move though, and I allowed my palm to soak in the hard muscle beneath his shirt. Ugh, how old was he again? "I consent, I'll say it on camera--" He leaned over and stared up at the mounted camera in the corner--something else I should have remembered before I--Oh god, did I just kiss my employee? "Hey," he said, looking at the camera, "I would literally clean Kelsie's asshole with my tongue if she would let me, okay? I consent!" I burst out laughing, my panic completely forgotten as he stared up at the camera and continued. "I totally consent to sucking all of her toes and kissing her and also, back to that butthole thing--"

"Jesus Christ," I said, laughing hard, "shut up!"

"Nobody else is here," he said, grinning at me; that fucking dimple, I swear to god, was going to be the death of me. But he was right--his little spiel definitely made it legal for us to kiss, if not strictly ethical... Park was watching my every expression, and I realized he was waiting for me to say something besides shut up.

"Park..."

"I know I'm younger than you," he said, much less playfully. His dark eyes searched my face. "I know you're my boss."

"I'm glad you remembered," I said, starting in with my sarcasm, but then he took another step closer to me, and it was my turn to be thrown off balance. It turns out, those cute blushes and dimples really hid the lead with Park.

"I never forget," he said, and pulled me a little bit closer. "I love that you're my boss."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said, and smiled. "I love being bossed around by the most beautiful woman I know. Yeah." I laughed, looking up at him. "Boss me around some more. Please."

He was so pretty. Seriously, those big dark eyes, that full mouth... Before I even knew what was happening, I was kissing him again.

I didn't stop him when his tongue slid into my mouth and his hands slid over my waist, down over the curve of my ass. I didn't stop him when he started untucking my shirt, when I felt one of those hands slip up, up, up and cup me, my big tit filling his whole hand. I didn't stop him when he unbuttoned my blouse, sucking on my tongue.

And then I pulled back and lifted my tits up, so he could see them, so he would follow me over to the galley where I hopped up, cold steel under my ass, and I could carefully, slowly peel my shirt off, letting him take in the black lace demi-cup in full.

"Fuck," he breathed. His pulse was hammering in his neck.

But he said he liked being bossed around, right? "Suck this one first," I told him, running my fingertip over my right breast, teasing the edge of the lace; my nipple was already popping over it. We watched it harden, turning darker at the tip. "Then this one." My other hand slid up and cupped my left breast, squeezing it so that the nipple exploded over the edge of the demi-cup. The lace had imprinted itself on my skin; I felt the matching silk thong digging into the cleft at the center of my body, getting damp.

"Yes ma'am," he said, and immediately began.

My breasts are so sensitive... That's why I wear expensive lingerie, it's a way of reminding myself of the intense erotic power of my body. It's practically the only way I spoil myself. So having his full attention on my breasts... I should have known I would cum.

But I still wasn't prepared when it hit.

"Oh fuck--Park--" My pussy clenched, a spasm of ecstasy shooting up my spine as his tongue lavished my nipple with attention; he'd listened carefully to my instructions and was still on my right nipple, but between that and his gentle circling of the left with his index finger, my body was ready. I put my hand behind his head and pushed his face in, and he instinctively widened his mouth, sucking a full third of my breast into it as his tongue flicked my nipple back and forth. "Park--I'm gonna--" I was embarrassed by how quickly I'd been swept away by him, but he didn't seem to care at all. He dove into to my tits, his other hand squeezing and kneading the nipple as he sucked and sucked on my huge breast, and I couldn't help it--I exploded. "Parrrrrk!" I was cumming so hard my legs opened, my whole body opened, his name echoing all around us and he just did not stop, not for even a second, as I rippled with pleasure at the feel of him... And to my humiliation, I began to squirt.

Squirting doesn't happen every time I cum. It's really rare, actually. But I knew I was going to be sitting in a frothy puddle of my own juices and it kind of calmed me back down. This was too much. This was all way too much...

But Park was such a good boy. He had followed my instructions exactly, and was now gently unlatching from my swollen right breast. He paused, gazing up at me with those gigantic doe eyes of his, and I leaned in to kiss his forehead before I could stop myself. "Kelsie..."

"Yes?" My whole body rang with pleasure. My pussy was still squeezing, and I could feel how fat the lips were around the soggy lace that divided my inner lips, the expensive fabric taut. My clit rubbed against the satin and I realized I probably was able to cum again... But Jesus, the mess...

"Can I taste it?" He was blushing. My weakness.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the... The juice..." His cheeks were so pink. I realized he meant my cum, the fluid that was dripping from my thighs onto the floor; with a start I realized his shirt was wet, too. He saw my face and immediately reassured me. "That was the hottest thing that's ever happened. In the history of humanity, I mean."

"Oh my god--"

"I mean it," he said, staring up at me; I don't remember when he got onto his knees. "Can I, please? And then I'll do what you said, I'll--"

Did I really need him to suck my left breast the way he'd taken in my right? No. I had already cum, I'd already engaged in questionable activity with one of my employees--no. I did not.

But what did I say? "Yes--lick it up."

He eagerly set to cleaning my thighs, and then the steel table between them as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. When he got to my panties--my skirt had long since been hiked above my hips--I stopped him by tugging him back. "Uh uh," I whispered. "You have a job to do, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am," he said immediately, and lengthened his torso to begin sucking my left nipple. I realized how bad I wanted to cum again as soon as he started. Park began gently licking it, up and down, with broad strokes that instantly gave me shivers. I felt the orgasm, slower, richer, deeper this time; it started to heat up as he latched on to my nipple, sucking feverishly with hollowed cheeks as he squeezed and teased my other breast.

"Oh, Park, honey--" My body took over and the orgasm began pulsing through me, making me moan out loud, and I let him drum my nipple as it built and built, sucking me until the sounds of it reverberated around the big room. My breasts were so swollen, as ripe as the orgasm inside of me. "Park--" I wanted him to lick my pussy as I came, wanted his sweet face bathed in my juice. "You're such a good boy," I said, and gently unlatched him; my whole body was humming. "Now suck my clit just like that."

"Yes ma'am," he said, and I leaned back on my elbows, both breasts bouncing in the air, and pushed my pussy towards the edge of the table. Park immediately pounced. His lips sucked my clit through the satin and I fell right in to orgasm, the sheer power of it making me cry out as he pulled my cum out of my body, every muscle tensing and releasing as I squirted into his mouth. Waves of it ripped through me, torrents of ecstasy, as I writhed on the table. I could hear the drops hitting the floor, could feel my cum soaking my body just like it must have been soaking his face. When I finally finished and came slowly back to reality, Park was gently lapping my pussy like a puppy. "You didn't say to stop," he said with a smile.

"And I did say you needed to eat something," I said, making him laugh.

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I might continue this eventually, but thought I would share what I have :) Thank you for reading if you made it this far.