This Would Be The First

The next day was tense. I got him his coffee, and right when I handed it to him, he looked away. Just about the entire day he didn't speak a word to me— the atmosphere grew more stiff every minute. Then around lunch time, I noticed him staring at me— but not at my eyes, but by chest. Either that or he was really interested in the work I was getting done. I decided to pay it no mind, remembering that I needed this job more than I wanted him and his body. I looked up again feeling a stare, and there our gazes met. It wasn't like the first time we interacted however. It was more of an intrigued stare, one full of curiosity and wildness. He glanced at the time, and then spoke to his desk.

"Come over here, Miss Riuji."

I shot up out of my chair and began walking towards him, biting my lip in anticipation. As I walked over to his desk, I saw the handkerchief that he had gone into the bathroom with yesterday crusted over with glue-like splotches. I smiled wryly at this, knowing exactly what had happened.

"Sit on my desk."

I obliged, smoothing out the dress I wore that day before I sat down. I kept watching him, wondering what he'd do next. He then grabbed a bottle of cognac, popped it open, and poured himself a glass. In a serious tone, he turned and faced me.

"Miss Riuji, how much do you need this job?"

My heart almost skipped a beat at that. What did he mean? Did I do something wrong? Was I going to get fired?!

"A-a lot— I really need money right now and—"

He held a finger up to my lips which surprised me and made me stop talking. He then proceeded to drink all of the cognac that he had poured in his glass.

"Did you know that the first rule of this company only applies during company hours, Mrs. Nakama?"

I glanced at the time— 8:20pm. This late already? Then my head spun on another topic. The first rule? Wait a second— Just at the moment I began thinking of the first rule, I noticed the bulge in his trousers. My legs pressed together and I instinctively began to drool.

"Hey Mr. Johan. Have you ever had someone give you a blowjob here?"

I began to work my way in between his legs and down on the floor. His semi-erect cock pulsed through his pants.

"No, this would be the first."

I looked up at his face, maintaining eye contact with him and sliding my fingers up his legs.

"Hey Mr. Johan."

This time I was waiting for a response.

"Yeah?"

I pulled his tie to get his face close to mine, our breaths warming our lips.

"Have you ever had sex in here?"

Instead of getting a response, considering I already knew what it was, I moved in to kiss him. Our lips slid around, and our tongues intertwined. The soft moans we unconsciously made together made so many different vibrations. His saliva ran across my lips, making our kiss wetter and sloppier. Seeming to finally get the mood, he moved his lips downwards to my neck, collarbone, and finally resting just above my nipple. Using one hand to grope me, and one hand guide my breast to his mouth, he began to playfully suck and tease. As he did this, I repositioned myself to sit across his lap and took off the top of my dress to leave it resting around my hips.

"Lean over."

His low voice turned me on, making me tighten and squeeze. Then I could feel his breath make his way down my back, and then down to my now dripping wet pussy. He wasted no time getting comfortable, sticking his tongue right in and using his finger to play with my clit. The stimulation from this man was too much.

"Let met do you now~"

I caught my breath as I watched him sit down, but then my heart rate soon speed up as he pulled out his fully erect cock. I took his girth into my mouth, fully enveloping the sweetness and bitterness that came with the precum upon first contact. I was drooling enough that I was able to bob my head up and down from the start. Ken grabbed my head and forced me all the way down. Luckily, I didn't gag.

"Mmm— fuck..."

I looked up to see that he was fully enveloped in pleasure. His eyes were tightly sealed as if trying to hold it all in. I leaned over to his ear deciding it was a good time, my pussy now yearning for his cock to pulse and thrash inside of me.

"Fuck me, Ken."

As if I turned on a beast, he flipped me over the table and slid his monster in with ease. I moaned with delight as he began to ram me from behind. The thrill of doing it with my boss in his own office was making me wetter by the minute, and our sounds soon were carried out into the hallway.

"Nnnggh! Fuck yeah, Ken!"

I arched my back and leaned my head backwards, and if seeming to know what I wanted, he leaned forwards to my face, kissing me. The sensation of him inside of me, and his breath on mine was exhilarating. I was so close to cumming when he stopped and flipped me over on my back.

"Aaahhhhhh—"

Just as I began cumming, I could feel the pressure of Ken's ejaculation inside me. And I wasn't even mad. We made direct eye contact the entire time as if to say that we meant this all along. He kept thrusting inside of me while both his and my fluids poured out of me and all over the table. My legs were shaking and wrapped around him, and his hips were still moving. The pleasure lasted for at least a minute longer.

"I thought I was a goner—"

Ken scratched the back of his head and looked away, embarrassed a little. I started giggling, which caught his attention.

"Heh, I thought you were gonna FIRE me."

I smiled at him, only to have him turn away with his ears bright red. I smirked, maybe this job might last.

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