Dominating the Boss 52 (Patreon)

I said nothing as she freed my shaft from my pants, just enjoying the shape her full breasts took as she leaned against my legs. It would be a pity to leave them unattended while she was busy, so I captured them while she prepared to capture the head of my shaft. 

“A delicious dessert. You’re so thoughtful, sir,” she whispered before she completed the move. I just smiled, enjoying the moment. It wasn’t the first time I received an under-the-desk blowjob from a secretary, but Umi was a delicious combination of innocent and naughty to allow her to take one of the top spots easily. 

She dipped down a bit, enjoying the taste for a while, but then, to my surprise, she pulled back. 

That surprise didn’t last long. She used the opportunity to wrap her breasts around the base of my shaft and move, and used one of her hands on the tip. “A dessert needs to be savored, isn’t it so, sir,” she said, with just a bit of smugness in her tone. 

She clearly wanted to tease me just like I did earlier. 

I said nothing, as it was not exactly a hardship to receive a slow, lingering titjob from her beautiful breasts, especially when I was sure that she would be the first one to surrender. She moved up and down slowly. “Let me help,” I said, taking the responsibility of pushing her breasts together, leaving her hands free for other things. 

She said nothing, just shifted one hand to my balls, gently caressing, while the other focused on the top, all the while her breasts danced around the base. 

Another spectacular show. I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed caressing her breasts softly while I helped her. 

Just like I expected, she was the first one to surrender. The pleasures of the flesh were too new for her to resist properly, especially when combined with the excitement of doing it in the office. She threw her head back, moaning. I allowed her to pull back. 

When she looked down again, her beautiful black hair spilled over her beautiful breasts, but she didn’t even bother fixing it before she caught my length between her lips once more, dancing up and down. 

I pushed her hair away, revealing her beautiful breasts and her enthusiastic face at the same time. Her expression was split between desire and determination as she pushed down, devouring half of my length with one move. 

She gagged, but she didn’t let it stop her before she repeated it, determined to overcome her limited experience through sheer will. 

Beautiful, but it was scary to imagine how good she would be once she was more experienced. Well, it would have been, if it wasn’t for my overactive libido. 

As she pushed up and down, she showed that her inexperience was hardly a barrier. She did her best to put on an excellent show despite her inexperience, once again proving the benefits of enthusiasm over experience when it came to hiring the right employee. 

“You need to work harder if you want to impress me,” I said, unable to resist the temptation to tease her. She didn’t say anything, but she picked up the pace, which was already an excellent answer. 

I chucked even as I reached my desk, pulled the documents I needed to sign today, and started working. They weren’t particularly urgent, but Umi’s expression of shock when I easily ignored the pleasure and started working was beautiful. 

Still, I didn’t neglect to look down and wink at her, showing that it was a challenge for her rather than a dismissal. I didn’t want to damage her enthusiasm by making her think she wasn’t any good at giving a blowjob. 

She didn’t say anything when she pulled back, just took a deep breath before she grabbed my legs for leverage. Then she pushed down, throating almost all of my length. Not easily, though, as I could already see her makeup starting to run as her eyes watered, her gags and gasps getting loud enough to make me glad for the isolation of the room. 

Yet, I continued reading and signing documents — I never signed even routine paperwork without understanding its function — her attempts to keep my attention on her failing spectacularly. 

That didn’t discourage her. A minute, two minutes, five minutes … she continued, only taking a break when she needed to catch her breath, and even then, only as a momentary pause before she returned to her task. 

She might have failed to keep me away from the paperwork, but her dedication was still rewarded. I exploded into her mouth without a warning, which caught her by surprise as she pulled back, and quite a bit of my load landed on her face. 

Looking rather spectacular when combined with her messed makeup. 

“I hope you enjoyed your dessert,” I said as I pushed the paperwork to the side before I pushed my chair back slightly, and lifted her to the desk. “Now, it’s time for my dessert.” 

I might have cummed seconds ago, but the sight of Umi, her face marked properly, her blouse open, and her skirt rolled up, created a view that was more than enough to bring it back to life. 

Especially when she said nothing, just lay on her back, and parted her legs open invitingly. It was an invitation I took happily, pushing forward to invade her core. Her eyes closed as she moaned freely, her legs wrapping around my waist like she was afraid of me retreating. 

I had no such intention, but it was one of the things that was better to show than tell. I guided my presence inside her wetness again and again, her moans getting louder with each push. “Try to keep your voice down,” I warned her. “My office is out of the way, but the isolation of the room was not good enough to suppress your beautiful cries,” I reminded her. 

She tensed in an instant as she bit her lips, keeping her voice down.  Her legs stayed tight around my waist, so I didn’t stop impaling her, her breasts dancing freely with each push, even when she was on her back. 

They were truly spectacular. 

I rocked back and forth mercilessly, pushing more and more inside of her with each push, stretching her around my presence. “You’re making excellent progress toward that Paris trip,” I said even as I reached and twisted her nipples, forcing a moan of her.

“T-thank you, sir,” she managed to whisper between her suppressed moans, while one of my hands slid down her waist and landed on her ass. Her ass might not be as spectacular as her breasts, but it was still amazing enough that neglecting was a crime. 

It was getting harder and harder for her to keep her moans down as I penetrated her deeper and deeper, my hands getting tighter on the soft flesh of her ass. 

She started shivering, her climax impossible to hide as her legs loosened. I was yet to cum, but I pulled back deliberately and sat back, my shaft hard and glistening. She lay on the table, enjoying her orgasm for a while before she shifted her position. “Sir?” she asked as she sat on the edge of the desk, looking at my hard shaft.

“Well, since it’s your first day, I decided to take it slow,” I said, chuckling at her shocked expression. Understandable. It didn’t sound like me. “So, you can stop and clean yourself if you want?” 

“And if I do that?” 

“No punishment,” I said. Then, I smirked. “I’m sure Brenda would have no problem finishing what you started,” I added, goading her into action.

It was never too late to build a little workplace rivalry, while also making sure she grew no unrealistic dreams of actually being my exclusive girlfriend or something like that. A subtle hint of being replaced for underperformance without coming across as a threat was a good way to create a foundation. 

“There’s no need for it,” she growled, her face, still messy, turning into a sexy show. “I can handle it, don’t worry about it.” 

She left the desk turned her back to me, and pushed herself down, taking the entirety of length before she started rocking hard, determined to prove there was no need for Brenda to visit. She closed her eyes as the pleasure built up inside her once more, doing her best to share that feeling with me. 

Ordinarily, I preferred a variety of positions, but as I watched Umi do her best to prove Brenda’s assistance unnecessary, I decided to maintain the position that left her in control. It was another layer of commitment to her new job, one that couldn’t justify no matter how much she twisted the situation. 

I only intervened when I was about to explode. I grabbed her hips, pinning her in place, filling her with my mark once more. It triggered another orgasm, and she leaned back, dazed. “H-how was it, sir,” she whispered. 

“Enough to earn a beautiful business trip to Paris,” I whispered as I slapped her ass, then pointed to the connected private bathroom. “Now, go and clean up. I want my secretary to look prim and perfect … when outside my office.” 

“Yes, sir,” she said as she followed my order. 

Watching her walk away while my seed slowly seeped out of her was beautiful…