Michelle and the Boss

Michelle was quite the exhibitionist. She got off to people watching her intimate parts. Especially with her boss, who seemed to want to fuck her every time he looked at her. She tried newer, bolder things everyday and waited for the day she'd get caught. Her body tingled at the thought.

Once she had taken off her buttons like usual and bent so low, that her nipples popped out of her blouse. She mumbled an embarrassed sorry and put them back in. But she knew the damage was done. This other time, she wore no panties and pretended to drop some files and pick them up. All the time knowing fully well, that her skirt had ridden up and her asshole and pussy were on full display.

So this one day, she had to stay in late in the office. And her boss called her into his cabin. There was no one there in the building, except them. So she decided to risk it. She removed her panties and her bra at her desk and knocked on her boss' door. She had on nothing but a work shirt, which she had opened the top buttons of and her miniskirt with her stockings underneath and her pussy bare.

She felt thrilled and scared at the same time. "Come in" her boss called out. Richard was a handsome man. Wouldn't be a day more than 30 to her skimpy 28. He often patted her ass when she did a good job and she made sure she didn't wear much panties to work. Her top buttons also took a hike whenever she was near him.

Today would be no exception. When she walked in, she saw him take out two shot glasses and pour vodka in them. "Hey Michelle, I thought we'd relax for a while. You don't mind do you?" Michelle shook her head and smiled a sultry smile.

They downed a couple of shots. Then she sat on his desk, her legs on either side of his chair. He seemed to notice suddenly that her pussy was inches from his face and that it wasn't clad in panties. It was bare! He grinned inwardly but pretended he didn't see anything.

But she had already caught the look in his eyes. Too late, she smirked. When he poured the last shot and drank it up, she pretended to drink hers but the glass slipped and fell onto her lap, wetting both her shirt and skirt in the process. "Oh damn!" She feigned surprise. And tried to rescue the damage by setting the glass carefully aside.

Richard caught on. He set the glasses on the floor with the bottle. And peeled her shirt. She looked surprised. But didn't say anything. Then he got up, put her blouse on his chair, wheeled it a little aside and took out his phone from the pocket of his suit.

He quickly took a picture of her wet breasts. "Hey!" she complained covering her breasts. "What are you doing? Those can get into wrong hands!" She slurred. He smiled and raised his eyebrow. "Are you sure you don't want me to take pictures of your sexy breasts, Michelle?" He asked his clearly drunk secretary.

What he didn't know was that Michelle wasn't drunk. Not in the least. She was pretending. Michelle frowned and took her hands off her breasts. He grinned and took two more shots. "Now a sexy pose, come on, Michelle"

She pretended to try to understand the words and smile. Then she raised her hand and shook her torso, causing them to jiggle. This was too much for him. He rubbed his palm over his hot cock. She saw that and tried her best not to smile.

He came and stood next to her and took her breast into his hand, clicking a selfie that way. And then one with his mouth clamped onto her breast. A pinching-the-nipple one. And next, biting-the-nipple.

Then he told her to take her skirt off. And she obliged all too willingly. He made her lie spread eagle on the table. He first finger fucked her and then tongue fucked her. Then he took different shots of her. First, her holding her breasts like an innocent teenager. Then a close-up of her tits.

He got down to her belly button, clicked a picture of that. Then he clicked one, of her pussy. He asked her to spread her lips with her fingers and he took a shot of that. Then he asked her to put her hands on her knees and lift both of her legs up and to the side. He could see all of her pussy and more. He asked her to finger-fuck herself. He took a video of that. Then he asked her to turn onto her back.

He got impressive shots of her ass and her butt-hole. He put his tongue and finger inside her butt hole, took shots of that. Then he asked her to bend on her knees and hold her butt cheeks apart with her hands. He got more amazing shots of this.

The stockings looked so sexy that he couldn't help himself. He got on behind her and fucked her pussy on the table. He rammed into her mercilessly as she moaned and arched her back. Then he took her asshole, slower at first then harder, then faster, then deeper. She came seven times. He counted on video.

Then he came all over her pussy, her tits and her face. He recorded that on his phone too. He fell down exhausted on the chair. She got up, made her way to him, and took his cock in her mouth. "You're not drunk?" He said, alarmed.

She grinned onto his cock, shook her head and winked. She jiggled her breasts and he clamped his hands onto her nipples as he fucked her mouth. But she stopped him and got up to sit on his cock. The angle made him contact different parts of her pussy. And it was exquisite how she was clenching around his thick cock. They both came once more and when Richard seemed to zone out she deleted all the pictures and videos.

When he stirred awake, she was dressing herself. They both looked clearly spent. She jiggled her breasts again and this time put a finger into her pussy and licked it. For his pleasure. Then she gave him a parting kiss which tasted of her cunt juice. And went on her way.