Bangin' the Boss

The protagonist of this story is actually mentioned in another one of my stories "Keep Your Enemies Closer". I got a message from someone that they would like me to make a story for her, so here goes:

************************************************************************************************************Minky stared at her laundry pile and sighed. She was three loads in and it seemed like it would never end. She wondered how her life had gotten to this place. It wasn't that she was unhappy, her husband was a good dad and treated her ok. It was just she felt as if there was something, an extra edge, that she had lost.

She had dreams once, but now everything was swamped and busy with childcare. Cooking, cleaning, and making sure that her 7 boys were ready for Yeshiva, then running off to work so that her husband could sit and learn Torah.

Although Minky was usually loud and boistrous, she had gotten more subdued over the last few months. Once the life of the party, always cracking jokes and telling people stories that made them laugh, she now wished she could feel something extra, more exciting in her life. She felt repressed, as if she her husband could no longer satisfy her need.

Her one bright spot really was at work, to be specific, her boss. Although it was absolutely uncalled for in the Ultra-Orthodox Jewish world she lived in, she couldn't help but admire Mr. Duval. His powerful physique and the way he carried himself contrasted with her husband's frail and bookish appearance. She could only admire from afar though, because not only workplace rules precluded her from having contact with him, but also the fact that not only was she married, but also that Mr. Duval wasn't Jewish, a definite no-no.

She still couldn't shake the fact that she had felt a thrill when her boss leaned over her desk to give another worker some papers. She had felt a strong energy that she knew must be sexual, but which she was too inexperienced to fully understand. Her husband only knew how to give her the most basic pleasure, to the point that sex (which he called "Intimacy" because the word "Sex" was too explicit) felt cozy and warm but nothing much else.

She had only felt that feeling once before. She vividly remembered the night of the class reunion, how her classmates Rivka and Sarah, who were in a fight for years, had left the table fighting. After they had been gone for a while, Minky, whose curiosity had gotten the better of her, followed.

She heard the soft sighs before she saw them. Peeking through the keyhole of a classroom, she was shocked to see the two women naked, with Rivka's face inside Sarah's private parts. Minky was horrified and mesmerized at the same time, watching the couple go at it. She had heard that two women having sex was a thing, but the thought was so scandalous that she couldn't imagine anyone normal doing it. Yet, she felt a pull watching her friends writhing in pleasure. They were feeling something she wished she had access to.

Something so raw and primal, so intense. Even though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but feel drawn to it. There was a power and excitement in that forbidden fruit. She didn't want it to happen, yet part of her craved it. She wanted the kind of intimacy that she only witnessed in her wildest dreams. Yet all she got in her bedroom at home was quiet whispers, tender touches, and the occasional kiss on her breasts. It was a lot less than what she had seen in the classroom. And yet, she craved more. She needed something to break the monotony. Something to make her feel alive again.Minky sat up straight in her chair.Maybe Mr. Duval could be that something!

He was everything she desired in a man - strong, confident, and exuding sexuality. Despite knowing that it was taboo, she couldn't help but fantasize about being with him. Maybe he could show her the passion she longed for.

With determination, Minky made up her mind. She would take matters into her own hands and seek out the adventure she craved. If her husband couldn't provide it, perhaps Mr. Duval could.

She decided to take a chance and test the waters. She had heard other employees gossip about his reputation with other women, and although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He was a man of mystery, a man of power, and she wanted to know what it felt like to be close to him.

One day after work, she gathered her courage and approached him. "Mr. Duval," she said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nervousness coursing through her veins. "I know this might sound strange coming from me, but I've noticed you've been very supportive and understanding towards me. I was wondering if we could maybe meet up sometime after work to figure out one of my outstanding tasks? She knew she would be able to come home a little later that day, since her husband had gone out with friends and her kids were at a sleepover by her parents.

He looked at her with a mix of surprise and intrigue." Of course, Minky. I'd be happy to help you with your task." His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn't help but blush slightly at the liberty he had taken by calling her by her first name. Typically, she would gently refer to herself as Mrs. Korf, just so that he would get the message and keep the conversation distant. But now, she found the way he pronounced her name electrifying

As they began working together, Minky found herself standing closer to Mr. Duval than necessary. She knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to get closer to him. She could feel the electricity between them, and it only fueled her desire to explore the possibility of a deeper connection.

Their collaboration went smoothly, and soon enough, they finished the task. As they wrapped up their work, Minky couldn't help but notice the lingering gaze Mr. Duval gave her. She felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was attracted to her as well.

, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Duval," she managed to say, hoping her voice didn't betray her excitement. "No problem, Minky," he replied, smiling. "It's always nice to lend a hand where I can." With a hint of mischief in his eyes, he added, "Especially to an employee as hardworking and dedicated as you?" Minky felt her heart race at his compliment. Was he flirting with her? It was innocuous enough, but the way he said it felt like he was teasing her. 

Minky had one more card to play. She knew she had a voluptuous body, so as she prepared to leave, she took a moment to stand tall and sway her hips, deliberately accentuating her femininity. She hoped that her movements would catch his attention and spark his interest even further. She knew that Mr. Duval loved curvy women, and she hoped that her display would catch his attention.

When she reached the door, she turned back to face him one last time. Their eyes met, and Minky could see the spark of interest in his eyes. She smiled coyly, letting him know that she was aware of his attraction to her.

As she left the office, Minky felt a sense of empowerment. She had taken control of the situation and had played her cards right. Now, she would wait eagerly for Mr. Duval's response. 

The next morning, she sprayed on a little more perfume than usual, not a crazy amount, but enough that it would be noticed. She felt a little freer as she stepped into the office and began her day .

About twenty minutes later, she received a text from Mr. Duval: "How did the task go yesterday? Anything I can help with today?" Her heart skipped a beat. Did he actually want to meet up again? She wondered if she should go to his office and push the envelope a little further, or if it would make her seem too forward.

She decided that she would try tempting him a little further. "Can I come to your office to review them one last time? They should be ready" She left it vague, not wanting to push it any further. She knew that Mr. Duval liked her, and she wanted to encourage his attraction without being overbearing. She waited anxiously by her desk, waiting to hear back from him. When she finally saw a notification pop up on her phone that he had replied, she jumped with joy. He said yes!

Two hours later, she knocked on his office door, and Mr. Duval opened it immediately. As he invited her inside, Minky noticed that he looked exceptionally handsome today. She couldn't help but smile, wondering what kind of things he was thinking about when he saw her walk into his office. He must have realized what was going through her mind because he winked at her before inviting her to sit down.

Mr. Duval started handing her some files, asking her to check them and make sure everything was in order. While reviewing each file, Minky grew more and more excited as she imagined what was going through Mr. Duval's head as he worked. Was he imagining how sexy she looked? She made sure to brush her fingers against his when she handed him the papers back, something she had always been careful to avoid in the past. When she caught him staring at her cleavage, she felt her face heat up. She looked at him and gave a wry smile.

They worked in silence for another half hour until they finished all of the tasks assigned to them. As Minky turned to leave, she could tell that Mr. Duval wasn't ready for her to go yet. "Are you done for the day?" he asked. "Yes, thank you. It has been a pleasure working with you, sir," she replied. Before she could turn away, Mr. Duval reached out to shake her hand. Minky blushed. She'd never been so bold with a man before. Heck, she'd never touched another man other than her husband before. Inwardly taking a deep breath, she shook his hand and felt something electric shooting through her fingertips and straight to her brain.. 

Afterwards, as she was walking towards the elevator, Minky could feel her heart racing. She kept glancing at her watch, eager to get home. The elevator doors closed behind her, and she could still feel Mr. Duval's hands around hers. She felt incredibly aroused and excited. She couldn't believe that she had just held hands with a man she barely knew, but she knew she would be fantasizing about this encounter for weeks to come.

That evening, Minky lay in bed, feeling incredibly horny. The whole experience with Mr. Duval had affected her in a way she hadn't expected. Every time she thought about him, her body reacted in ways that were completely foreign to her. Normally, after work she went home and made supper, refereed fights with her kids, and chatted with a friend of her mother unitl her husband came home, when she would speak to him for a few minutes until he ran off to evening prayers. Tonight though, she felt the need to pleasure herself and explore her own sexuality.

Minky undressed quickly and stood before her mirror. A few years ago, she would have considered herself an average looking woman. Today though, as she stood naked before the mirror, she felt beautiful. She noticed a few extra curves in places where she had never seen them before, especially her breasts and while in the past she felt like her big breasts and hips were ugly, she now found herself admiring their shape and beauty. Slowly, she began touching herself. For most of her life, masturbation had been something that she hadn't known about, save for some whispered conversations in high school with girls who were ostracized for acting like whores. Now though, as she slowly rubbed her fingers across her body, she realized that the taboo nature of sex was exciting to her. She loved knowing that she was exploring uncharted territory, even if only for a few minutes. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second. With every stroke of her fingers, she became more and more aroused.

She pushed aside her underwear, revealing her dark brown pubic hair, Reaching down, she gently fingered her clit. It gave her such pleasure, she wondered why she had never explored her own body sooner. She continued rubbing herself, pushing her middle finger into her body. When she did, she heard a small moan escape her lips. She had never had an orgasm before. She began masturbating faster and harder. The sensation between her legs was almost too much.. Suddenly, her whole body spasmed and she threw her head back. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She had never felt this amount of pleasure before and wondered for a moment if she had done something wrong or unhealthy, but quickly realized that not only was it normal, but right. She lay on the floor, panting, not believing that she had just done something so taboo and exhilarating. When the tremors subsided, she pulled her underwear back up and went back into the kitchen, quickly preparing dinner for her children whose school bus would be arriving at any second

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The following day, Minky went to work feeling more confident than ever. She wore a dress that showed off her curves a bit more, and wore a bit more makeup than she would typically. 

She went to her desk and got to work. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Mr. Duval and the newfound confidence she had gained from her self-exploration. She had never felt so powerful and alive before. As she worked, she couldn't help but think about how she might approach Mr. Duval again.

Later that afternoon, she gathered her courage and approached him, asking if he needed any assistance with anything. He hesitated for a moment, then agreed, saying he needed help organizing some files. As they worked together, Minky couldn't help but notice the way Mr. Duval's eyes lingered on her body. She felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was attracted to her as well. 

As she gathered her belongings to leave, she made sure to linger near Mr. Duval's office, giving him ample opportunity to ask her to stay longer.

Finally, Mr. Duval approached her with a smile.

"Is there something else you needed help with?" he asked, trying to gauge whether there was more to her lingering than simply finishing up work.

Minky swallowed nervously, feeling her cheeks redden slightly. "No, sir, I just...well, I was enjoying our collaboration yesterday, and I thought we worked quite well together." She offered him a reassuring smile, hoping he would detect the undercurrent of flirtation in her words.

He nodded, taking a step closer to her, crowding into her personal space.  "Minky, care to explain what's been going on?" His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down her spine.

She hesitated for a moment, weighing her options. "I'm not sure what you're getting at Mr. Duval" She answered with feigned innocence. Why do you ask?"

Mr. Duval took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "Well, Minky, you've been behaving differently these past few days. You've been looking better than usual, and I can't help but notice the change in your demeanor."

Minky smiled coyly, leaning in towards him. 

"Perhaps, Mr. Duval, you should show me what you mean. I would love to understand what it is that I am doing better. especially if it can help workplace morale or something." She stepped closer, nearly touching him.

Her heart raced in anticipation as he hesitated, clearly struggling with his own desire. "You're right, Minky. Let's adjourn to my office for further discussion." His voice was husky, full of promise.

"Come inside, Minky," he said, gesturing for her to follow him into his office. She hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear, then followed him inside. As soon as they entered the room, Minky could feel the air between them becoming charged with sexual tension.

Mr. Duval turned, locked the door, and grabbed her tightly, crushing her ass with his strong hands while giving her a long, passionate kiss. Minky was surprised at the ferocity at first, but quickly began kissing him back. Running her hands all over his muscular chest and rock-hard abs.

she pressed her soft body against his firm frame. She felt his hands roaming up and down her body, taking advantage of her generous curves. As he gripped her round ass, squeezing it hard, Minky felt a sudden rush of excitement run through her. Her heart raced with anticipation. As his tongue traced her lips, she felt her body responding to his touch. 

Minky wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her body, to taste his skin, to explore every inch of him. She ached for him, wanting to know what it felt like to be with someone so experienced and dominant.

Without breaking the kiss, Mr. Duval moved his hands to her waist, lifting her up onto his desk. Minky wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his erection pressing against her, making her even more aroused.

Breaking the kiss, Mr. Duval looked into her eyes, his own burning with desire. "Minky, I want you," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I want to feel your body against mine, to taste your sweetness."

Minky nodded, her breath coming in short gasps., Minky couldn't believe how much she wanted him. Her body ached for his touch, and she was willing to give him whatever he desired.

Without breaking the kiss, Mr. Duval guided her towards the couch, their bodies moving in sync. Once they reached the couch, he gently lowered her onto its plush surface. Minky felt her heart race as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Mr. Duval removed his suit jacket, revealing his broad shoulders and strong arms. He moved closer to Minky, his body pressing against hers. As he leaned in to kiss her neck, Minky felt a wave of heat wash over her. She arched her back, inviting him closer.

His hands roamed over her body, caressing her soft skin. Minky closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his touch. She gasped as his fingers found their way under her blouse, grazing her erect nipples.

"Mr. Duval," she breathed, her voice heavy with lust. "Please, don't stop."

Mr. Duval responded by kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Minky felt a thrill of excitement course through her body, her pulse quickening.

He then lifted her blouse over her head, exposing her naked torso, her large breasts yearning to break free of their restraints.

Minky sat up, helping him remove her bra, freeing her supple mounds. Her breasts were large and heavy, with pink nipples that were already erect and waiting for his attention.

Mr. Duval's gaze fell upon her luscious mounds, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He leaned forward, gently cupping one of her breasts, and began to massage it. Minky moaned softly, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the sensation.

Mr. Duval's other hand came to rest on her thigh, slowly rubbing the sensitive skin. Minky felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body, and she let out a small whimper.

His lips then captured one of her pink nipples, sucking and licking the erect bud.

Minky squirmed beneath him, her hands grasping at his broad shoulders.

"Please, Mr. Duval," she begged. "Don't stop."

His hand moved to her other breast, massaging it while his mouth continued to work its magic on her nipple. Minky writhed in ecstasy, her body responding to his touch.

Her skirt was now hiked up to her hips, exposing her lacy white panties. Mr. Duval's fingers found their way under the fabric, caressing her soft folds.

Minky gasped as his thumb brushed against her sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Yes, Mr. Duval," she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand.

Mr. Duval then slipped two fingers inside her tight entrance, feeling her slick inner walls clenching around them.

"You're so wet, Minky," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "So wet and tight."

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, his thumb rubbing her clit in slow, rhythmic circles. Minky cried out, her body quivering as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.