So i’ve been at this job for a few months now, and my boss? yeah, he’s older, married, and soooo hot in that “strict but you know he’s a freak” kinda way. he’s always acted all professional, but i’ve caught him sneaking glances. especially when i wear my short skirts or bend over just right.

last night, it was just us working late, and i couldn’t help myself. i “accidentally” dropped my pen, bending down slow so he could get a good look. when i got up, his face was red, and i could see the way he adjusted himself in his chair.

i walked over to his desk, leaned down close, and asked, “you need help with anything?” my voice was sweet, but i knew what i was doin. his eyes went straight to my cleavage, and he cleared his throat, saying something about a deadline.

i smiled, stepped closer, and slid onto the edge of his desk. “you’re so tense… you should relax.” i grabbed his tie, pulling him closer until our faces were inches apart. “don’t act like you haven’t been thinkin about this,” i whispered, straddling his lap before he could even respond.

his hands were on me in seconds, gripping my thighs like he’d been waiting forever. “this is wrong…” he muttered, but he didn’t stop me when i unzipped his pants. i pulled his cock out, stroked it slow, and felt how hard he already was.

“you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” i teased, lowering myself onto him. he groaned, grabbing my hips, and i started riding him right there in his chair. the way he filled me up, the way he moaned my name, it was so fucking hot.

we kept going, my skirt bunched up around my waist, his tie hanging loose as i fucked him harder. “don’t stop,” he panted, pulling me closer, like he couldn’t get enough.

when he came, he buried his face in my neck, trying to muffle his sounds, but i could feel how much he let go inside me. i slid off him, adjusted my skirt, and smirked. “guess working late isn’t so bad after all,” i said, leaving him there, still catching his breath.

pretty sure i’ve got him wrapped around my finger now.