Million Dollar Mistake

Sarah's fingers trembled as she typed in the password she had memorized from her boss's desk. The thrill of finally having access to the real trading software coursed through her veins. She had been working on the simulator since she was sixteen years old and felt more than ready to take on the markets.

Without hesitation, she dove into the program, making trades that she had perfected on the simulator. At first, the graph on her screen was a beautiful mix of blue and green, indicating profits. But then, something went wrong. She saw a red line shoot upward, signaling a loss of millions of dollars. Her heart sank as she realized her mistake.

Panic set in as she tried to figure out what to do next. She knew that if her boss found out about the loss, she would be fired immediately. And with her family's financial situation already precarious, losing her job would be disastrous. She had to hide the loss somehow.

Desperately, Sarah began to search for a way to cover up the mistake. She knew that her boss was out of the office for the day, but she couldn't risk anyone finding out about the loss before she could fix it. As she frantically searched for a solution, she realized that she might need to do anything to protect her job - even if it meant going to extreme lengths.

The next morning, Sarah woke up with a new plan. She carefully picked out her sexiest lingerie, a black lace set that hugged her curves in all the right places. She also chose her hottest work outfit, a tight-fitting pencil skirt and a form-fitting blouse that showed off her assets. Her plan was to use her feminine wiles to distract her boss and hopefully get him to overlook the loss.

As she got ready for work, Sarah felt a mix of fear and determination. She knew that this was a risky plan, but she was desperate. She took a deep breath, smoothed down her skirt, and headed out the door. As she walked into the office, she could feel the butterflies in her stomach. This was it. She had to make this work.

She walked confidently towards her boss's office, her heels clicking on the polished floor. As she approached, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knocked on the door and waited for him to call her in. When he did, she walked in, trying to keep her balance in the stilettos.

Her boss, Robert, looked up from his desk and gave her a once-over. He was a 45-year-old man, captain of industry, and fit as a fiddle. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed back, and his grey eyes were sharp and penetrating. He was intimidating, but Sarah knew that she had to play it cool if she was going to distract him.

"Good morning, Robert," she said, walking towards his desk. "I hope you don't mind me coming in unannounced, but I wanted to talk to you about something important."

Robert raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He motioned for her to take a seat in front of his desk. "Of course," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What's on your mind, Sarah?"

Slowly, Sarah uncrossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up just enough to expose a hint of thigh. She knew that men were visual creatures, and she was hoping that this would catch his attention. She leaned forward slightly, her breasts grazing against the fabric of her blouse. "I was hoping that maybe we could discuss... some of the trades from yesterday," she said, her voice quivering just slightly.

Robert's eyes widened. He knew exactly what she was insinuating. He looked down at his desk, trying to hide his arousal. "I see," he said, clearing his throat. "And what about those trades, exactly?"

Sarah took a deep breath. This was it. She had to play her cards right. "Well," she began, "I was just wondering if there was maybe a way to... undo them. I know it's a lot of money, but I think I made a mistake. And if we can just pretend like it never happened, maybe we can avoid any further problems."

Robert considered her words carefully. He knew that she was trying to seduce him, but he also couldn't deny the fact that she had made a serious error. He leaned forward, his elbows on his desk. "Sarah," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, "I appreciate your honesty. And I understand that you're worried about your job. But let me make something clear: I can't just erase a million-dollar loss from our records."

Sarah's heart sank. It seemed like her plan wasn't working after all. "I understand," she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I just thought... maybe there was another way."

Robert studied her for a moment. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes, and he knew that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep her job. He sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Look," he said, "I'm going to level with you. I can't ignore a million-dollar loss, but I can be lenient with the person who made it. If you're willing to go above and beyond to make up for your mistake, I'll consider it."

Sarah's eyes widened in surprise. This was her chance. She knew what she had to do now. "I'll do whatever it takes," she said, her voice steady. "I'll work late nights, weekends... I'll even take on extra projects. Just please don't fire me."

Robert nodded, considering her offer. He knew that she was serious, and he admired her determination. But he also knew that he couldn't just let her off the hook. He leaned forward again, his voice low and commanding. "If you're really willing to go the extra mile, I have an idea. But it's going to require you to do something... extraordinary."

Sarah swallowed, her heart racing. She had never imagined that her boss would ask her for something like this. But she had to do whatever it took to keep her job. "I'll do whatever you want, Robert," she said, her voice shaking. "I promise."

Robert stood up from his desk, towering over her. He took a step closer, his eyes burning into hers. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because I want you to show me just how much you're willing to do for your job. Show me that grit and determination."

Sarah felt her breath catch in her throat as he moved even closer. She could feel his heat radiating off of him, and she could see the hunger in his eyes. She knew that this was a dangerous game they were playing, but she couldn't back out now. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. "I'll do anything," she whispered.

Robert smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes. "Good," he said, reaching out to run his hand through her hair. Sarah closed her eyes, trying to block out the feelings of fear and anticipation that were coursing through her. She had never been so turned on or so terrified in her life.

As his hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her spine, Sarah couldn't help but wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. She had always been a good girl, always played by the rules. But now she was willingly walking into a world of danger and desire, with no idea where it would lead her. She knew that she had to be strong, to keep her focus on the goal. But as Robert's touch sent shivers down her spine, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation.

Sarah forced these thoughts from her mind as Robert leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. He whispered words of praise, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he admired her determination. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, the hardness of his arousal against her thigh. Part of her wanted to push him away, to run back to the safety of her normal life. But another part of her was drawn in by the power and the thrill of the moment.

Without thinking, she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck. As their bodies pressed together, Sarah could feel the boundaries between them start to blur. She could taste the desperation on his lips as he kissed her, and she could feel the hunger in his touch as he pulled her closer. She knew that this was a risky game they were playing, but she couldn't resist the pull any longer. She was willing to do anything to keep her job, even if it meant risking everything else.

As their lips parted, Robert's gaze locked onto hers. He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark and intense. Without saying a word, he stood up from his chair and motioned for her to stand up as well. Sarah rose shakily to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she knew that she had to play along.

Robert took a step back, his eyes raking over her body. Sarah's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she saw the way he looked at her. She had never felt so exposed or vulnerable in her life. But she also felt a strange sense of power, knowing that she was in control of this situation.

Without another word, Robert turned around and sat down in his chair, facing away from her. Sarah's heart raced as she realized what he wanted her to do. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. Then, slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lacy black bra. She could feel his eyes on her back as she turned and dropped the soft cotton to the floor.

Her hands trembled as she reached down to unhook her garter belt, and then she slid her skirt off, revealing her black lace thong. She took a deep breath and climbed onto the desk in front of him, straddling his lap. He reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel the heat of his body through their clothing.

She leaned forward, pressing her breasts out. He reached up, cupping one breast in his hand, and tweaked her nipple through her bra. She gasped, arching her back. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew that he could feel it too.

He reached up and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes raked over her bare chest, and she felt a wave of excitement wash over her. She leaned forward again, offering her breasts to him. He groaned, his lips finding hers in a fierce kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Sarah could feel herself getting lost in the moment.

She slid her hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. He reached down, his hand finding its way between her legs. She gasped as he touched her through her lace thong. She couldn't believe how bold she was being, how much she was willing to risk for this job. But the thrill of it all was intoxicating.

As their kisses deepened, Sarah could feel herself getting closer to the edge. She knew that she had to be careful, that she couldn't lose control too soon. But the feeling of his fingers against her skin, the taste of his lips on hers, it was all too much. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back in pleasure.

He pulled back, his breath coming in heavy gasps. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. Sarah blushed, looking up at him. She couldn't believe how far she had come, how much she had given up for this job. But she also couldn't deny the rush of power she felt in that moment.

Without another word, Robert reached down and undid his own pants, freeing his erection. He pressed her down to her knees. Sarah took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth, taking him as deep as she could. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, tasting his precum.

Robert groaned, his hands gripping her hair tightly. He pulled her closer, thrusting his hips forward. Sarah took it all, taking him deeper into her mouth with each thrust. She could feel his cock swelling, filling her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him.

As she bobbed her head up and down, she could feel her own arousal building. She reached down, slipping her hand between their bodies. She felt the heat of his skin against her fingertips as she rubbed her middle finger against her clit. She moaned around his cock, her fingers finding just the right rhythm, drool falling onto her tits.

Robert grabbed her by the hair, pulling her off of him. He stood up from his chair, his cock still throbbing. He reached down, pulling her to her feet, and roughly throwing her face down onto his desk. Sarah had the intrusive thought that her tits must be squashed against her and look odd from underneath -- his desk was a modern glass and metal thing that was completely clear. Then she felt the hard heat of his cock press against her, and she looked back to see him.

Robert thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock inside her. Sarah gasped as he filled her up, feeling him stretch her open. He began to pound into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She felt like she was on display, her body being used for his pleasure. But she couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through her as he took her hard and fast.

As they moved together, Sarah felt herself getting closer to the edge. She could hear Robert's grunts of pleasure, feel the sweat on his skin against hers. She arched her back, meeting each thrust with a moan. She could feel her pussy clenching around him, begging for release.

Robert slowed down, his hips pumping harder and faster. He reached down, grabbing her hair again. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were dark and intense, filled with desire. He growled, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

"That's it, Sarah," he said, his voice rough and low. "Take it all."

And so she did. She took him deeper inside her, feeling him fill her up completely. She arched her back, her breasts pressed against the cold glass desk. She felt like she was on fire, like she could explode at any moment.

Robert groaned, his hips slamming into her harder. He thrust into her, his cock hitting her cervix with each stroke. She felt the sting of pain, but it only made her want more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly to her.

As he was about to cum, he pulled out and threw Sarah down on the floor on her knees again. "You better give me a million-dollar blowjob now, bitch" he growled.

Sarah opened her mouth wide, taking his cock deep into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, feeling the heat of his shaft against her tongue. She reached up, grabbing his balls and squeezing them gently. She could feel the tension building in his body, the impending explosion.

Robert groaned, his hips bucking wildly. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock down her throat. "That's it, Sarah," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to make me cum all over your pretty face."

Without another word, he pulled out his cock, aiming it at her face. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. He came, shooting ropes of semen across her face and tits. She felt the sticky liquid dripping down her chin, onto her thighs, and onto the floor.

Robert stepped back, wiping his cock on her hair. "You're a good little whore," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But a million dollars is going to be a lot of work. Now get the fuck out of my office."

Sarah stumbled out of the office, her mind reeling. She couldn't believe what she had just done, what she had just allowed him to do to her. But she knew that she had to keep her job, no matter the cost. As she walked down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest, she wondered how far she would have to go to keep Robert happy.