Dominating the Boss 56 (Patreon)

“So, are you sure you want to do this here?”” I asked Umi even as I leaned back while she opened the door and left the driver’s seat, then sat next to me. 

“I don’t know what are you talking about, sir?” she said with an angry tone. “I’m just making sure you’re properly dressed for your meeting. Right now, it’s inappropriate. Particularly, there,” she said as she pointed at my crotch. 

In a way, she had a point. A raging boner, visible even wearing the casual slacks I had been wearing. But then, she didn’t have any right to complain either, as she was the one who was responsible for it. It was inevitable when the whole drive she had played with the buttons of her blouse, opening them far more than what was advisable even considering mostly empty roads since she was the one that was driving, flashing her legs at the cost of being dangerous. 

And, the fact that her underwear was still absent only helped it further. And, since that absence was born due to the direct intervention of her fiancee, who decided to complain to me about his jealousy issues rather than dealing with her directly — the same fiancee that was in the house while we parked in the driveway — she was still angry as well. 

I would have pitied Charlie, if he hadn’t folded about a bogus claim about paying back little money, or even fought against it in the first place. 

Instead, I watched as Umi joined me in the backseat, already on all fours. And, with her blouse mostly unbuttoned, it gave me an excellent angle to enjoy the sight of her bosom.  

And, what a bosom it was. 

“Well, since you think it’ll be a problem, be a doll and solve it, please.” 

“Of course, sir,” Umi said throatily, her usual shyness nowhere to be seen as she almost ripped my pants off. That change was the main reason I actually decided to hire her as a secretary rather than keeping to a little punishment. The shift between the two personas was incredible. It was like Mrs. Jeckyll and Mrs. Hyde, only between innocently sexy and aggressively horny. 

It was the best two-in-one package in the world. 

She leaned forward, her lips quick to wrap around my girth. “Try to be quick. I’m sure they heard us. We don’t want them to come out and check us,” I said. That reminder was enough to break through her angry confidence, at least momentarily. 

Luckily, whenever that anger dissipated, it left behind a sexy submissive who defaulted to listening to my directions. I grabbed her raven hair and continued to pump her down, obediently taking my presence deep into her throat. 

Just to be on the safe side, I sent a quick message to Tiffany, asking her to make sure to prevent two buffoons from leaving the house. I didn’t want a scandal, particularly tonight. I needed that presentation. 

Well, needed was a strong term. I could probably put it together in a day or two, but I certainly didn’t want to spend that much time locked in a computer, when I could do more important things. 

Like keeping the morale of their significant other up. I was an excellent boss. 

“You look good without underwear. Maybe I should make that the official uniform,” I teased her, which was enough to remind her that, she was supposed to be angry, not fearful.  It didn’t take long for her to take back control, and I let her. 

Her head bobbed up and down, each second giving me a blast of pleasure. I groaned in pleasure, but I wasn’t so lost to miss the door opening. I put my hand on Umi’s back, ready to hide her in case Tiffany didn’t see my message. 

A moment later, I saw a pretty redhead wearing a scandalously small sundress, walking toward the car with sauntering steps, confirming that she indeed saw it. Lost in pleasure, Umi didn’t notice it until the door opened. 

There, she froze. “Hi, Tiffany. Good evening,” I said, which made Umi relax. After all, it wasn’t the first time we spent some ‘quality’ time together. However, she still reacted then Tiffany slid herself to the backseat. It turned crowded, even when Tiffany let Umi’s legs drape over her thighs. 

Umi said nothing, still continuing with her task.  

“Good evening to you,” Tiffany said teasingly. “I see that pre-meeting preparations are going well.” 

“What can I say. I have a hardworking secretary,” I said. Umi didn’t react as we teased her. However, she reacted when Tiffany’s hand landed on her thigh. 

“Nice skirt,” she murmured teasingly even as she let her hand move up, riding her already short skirt up with ease. “Too poor to afford underwear?” she added, her tone salacious.

“H-hey, stop it,” Umi murmured, startled by the sudden lesbian escalation. 

“Not unless you stop what are you doing and let me have a turn. You have him in the office already.” 

“No,” Umi answered, her tone surprisingly decisive as she took my shaft between her lips. 

“Possessive little thing, are you?” Tiffany teased as she leaned forward, and pressed her lips against her wetness, while her fingers slipped inside. 

Umi let out an impressive moan despite her full mouth, which would have ended up getting heard if it wasn’t for my expensive car, with perfect sound isolation. Tiffany chuckled as she fingered Umi rapidly. Umi froze, so I grabbed her head, assisting her with directions. 

“That’s too much,” she gasped when I let her go up to catch her breath, her tone leaving no doubt that a climax was impending. “Please.”  

“Not unless you finish what you started,” I reminded her even as I pushed down once again. “You don’t want to be punished on your first day, do you?”  

“No, sir,” she whispered, which was all she was able to say as she took me into her throat. Tiffany decided to help, and used her empty hand to wrap Umi’s hair tightly before pushing down, allowing her to reach depths she couldn’t do unassisted. 

At least, under the current hurried circumstances.

I said nothing as I fully enjoyed the tightness of her throat, her gags like a song to my ears. 

Even as I challenged the elasticity of her throat, I didn’t neglect to pay attention to Tiffany,  who was ever helpful. It was not smart to make a woman like that feel neglected. I reached forward, and slipped into her dress. 

Just like Umi, she was lacking a bra. I grabbed her nipple, twisting it aggressively in the way she loved, her reaction showing that it was still a novel feeling for her. 

Another incompetence of her little husband. It didn’t take long to slip her dress down so her tits were easily accessible to me, giving her some pleasure while she desperately licked Umi. I moved my hips, invading Umi’s throat even more while Tiffany enjoyed my hands, a chain of orgasms not too far away.

When Umi started to shudder, Tiffany tried to pull back, but I didn’t allow her. One hand stayed on her naked breasts, squeezing her nipples while the other kept her head down, keeping Umi in a state of total bliss.  

With everything, an explosion was inevitable. I let Tiffany go as I focused on helping Umi. “Don’t waste a drop,” I ordered. 

Umi did not, though her cheeks were full as she pulled back. It would have looked cute like a squirrel if it wasn’t for her messed up make-up … and the fact that her mouth was filled with my seed.  

Tiffany intervened before she could swallow it. “Don’t be a bitch, and share,” she said, and without a  warning, captured Umi’s lips. A  beautiful kiss, with a shocking amount of tongue, the content making it even more beautiful. 

Still, as much as watching them was fun, I still had a meeting to go to … and I had all night for more fun. “I’ll be leaving early. I’ll say that you’re helping Umi with a personal problem.”  

“No,” Tiffany whispered as she looked at panting Umi. “Tell them we went upstairs for a wardrobe change.” 

“As you wish,” I said and walked away. Tiffany wasn’t a trustworthy person in general, but walking on the line between slutty and evidence for a divorce trial was a line she walked perfectly, so I trusted her. 

No matter how annoying it was to walk away from them while Tiffany slipped her fingers inside Umi, pumping her aggressively. 

A beautiful sight indeed.