One night with my hot male underline

Some say those who are usually in a

dominant role in their work

environments like to engage in

submissive roles outside of work, as a

way of release, if you will. But,

sometimes, getting outside of work simply cannot wait… Tall, taut, tan, highly educated and

intelligent, acutely articulate, and just

simply elegant, he was the perfect

candidate for the entry-level assistant

position she had been so laboriously

seeking to fill. The others before him infallibly paled in comparison. This one

touched something deep inside her,

awakened the recesses within her

body that seemed long dormant-dead.

Each morning she would watch him at

the water cooler, how his gait, the way her merely moved, aroused the

unfulfilled desires within her. She was

the boss, the one who had all the

control. There was no way he could

deny her, no way he could deprive her

of all her most lascivious fantasies. He wanted to make her happy, wanted

to prove he was worthy to be in her

presence. He would do whatever it

took to satisfy her every need. No

matter the task. Staying late night after

night would be sure to please her. And, it did. On this particular night, she had called

him into her office. It was late. Dark.

The silence permeated the institutional

walls like a sponge. The sultry heat

from the night air was wafting through

the building’s windows. She could feel the warm sweat from her soft skin

run down the middle of her chest,

glistening in the warm glow of

moonlight that was coming in from the

window. He entered her office and she had told

him to close the door. He did as he was

instructed. She told him to come over

to her. He acquiesced. She told him to

have his way with her. He did. With one swift move, both of his hands

ripped open her beautiful, white silk

blouse. He couldn’t bear to wait to

unhook her bra to expose her ever

hardening nipples that were

surrounded by the luscious, soft skin of her ample breasts, so he simply lifted

the bra over her head while he

devoured her tits in his wet mouth. Her

pussy began to moisten and she could

feel her flower start to open, bud. The

fire between her legs was growing and she anticipated what he was going

to do next to her yearning body. The

thought was almost too painful to bear. He reached down and hiked up her

tight, black pencil skirt, exposing her

nude, flesh-colored fishnets. He

reached for the crotch and ripped them

apart. She wore no panties, so he

fingers found her dripping cunt swelling, opening. She felt a few of his

fingers exploring deep inside her,

sending waves of ecstasy down her

entire body. Just when she thought she

was nearing the point of no return, he

stopped and ordered her to her knees. She didn’t have to be told. She fastidiously undid his Italian

leather belt, slid it through the hoops of

his Armani slacks, carefully unzipped

his fly, and found his throbbing thick

cock waiting for her anxious mouth.

She took him in deep. His head threw back with intense pleasure as she

sucked every inch of his eager rod. She

couldn’t get enough of the taste of

him, her eager tongue working his

balls, the underside of his shaft. She

could taste the beginnings of his spunk in the back of her hot throat. He

thought he was going to implode, but

he wanted more of her. He couldn’t

bear the thought of his cock not

exploring her pussy, or her tight, hot

ass. He took her gently by the head and picked her up off her knees. He

kissed her mouth ferociously as she

succumbed to his pillowy lips and deft

tongue. Oh, how she imagined that

very same tongue deep in her bottom.

How many nights had she vividly fantasized about this very night? And, it

was here. Before she could conjure up her next

thought, she found herself on all fours

on top of her own desk. His skillful

hands spreading her ass cheeks apart

so wide, she was sure she would split

into two. Her tiny, tight, brown hole beginning to blossom with every wet,

teasing stroke of his tongue. Her pussy

was becoming increasingly wet and

she could feel her hot, salty juices

make their way down her thighs. She

begged him to give it to her, to dive into her ass with his gorging dick. She wanted him to explore her depths

fiercely, passionately. The taste of her

ass made his cock ache with pleasure.

He reached around and took one of her

hands and made her insert her fingers

inside her swollen pussy. His hand stayed on top of hers until he was fully

satisfied she was playing with herself

to his satisfaction. Then, spreading her

ass, he plunged into her with such

excitement and fervor, she thought she

would pass out from the pleasure alone. She couldn’t remember the

last time a man had filled her up so

effectively. She could feel him slightly

tear her, and it provoked him even

more. He pumped relentlessly inside

her while she continued to diligently finger her tight, sweltering cunt. She

imagined another one of her young,

handsome colleagues bursting through

the door and fucking her mouth

endlessly. She craved being filled up in every way

imaginable. She could feel herself

getting closer to the edge, the edge

where she will spill over in waves of

ecstasy while he continued to pump

her. As she got closer, she could feel him getting increasingly harder, longer,

thicker. The mere thought of him

ripping her insides sent her gasping as

she was spilling over. Her eyes rolled

to the back of her head as she shook

with pleasure, her pussy and ass contracting, enveloping his cock. She

could barely hold herself up as he

exploded deep inside her obedient ass.

His one hand on her tight cheek, the

other on the back of her neck. He cried

out in pure pleasure as his hot spunk filled up every inch of her beautiful,

submissive ass. They lay there, in one hot, molten heap

atop her desk, in the afterglow of the

smoldering, humid air that fell around

them. Just another day-night- on the job.