My New Boss Ch. 02

My eyes were still closed. I have very sensitive nipples and they are hardwired to my pussy. After almost an hour of being stimulated from the cold air and the fabric of my clothes, I was about to combust. I needed some kind of release, and judging by the way he was shifting himself around as he stood, I could tell he needed release as well. He placed some cash on the table, then came around to pull out my chair. I quickly buttoned my shirt, grabbed my purse and took his outstretched hand. As I stood, I slid my body up the length of his and could feel the thickness of his cock. He grinned down at me.

"Lets get back to work before people start to wonder." He took my hand and led me out to the street entrance. He handed the valet his ticket and we waited. His hand released mine and I felt it slide against my lower back, then down to my ass. He squeezed tightly. I looked around to make sure no one was near us.

He laughed, "Brooke, we're going to have to work on getting you to relax. Just calm down and let me take control. I won't put you in any kind of position that I think you'd be uncomfortable or at risk in. I like your body. A lot. And if I see an opportunity to touch it, I'm going to."

He reached behind me and squeezed me firmly again. I felt myself slowly melting. Melting into his grip. I was nervous, but I needed more. He made me want more with every simple command...with every touch. Just as I was ready to push him to the ground and fuck him right there on the sidewalk, the familiar roar of his engine pulled up in front of us. He released me from his grip and opened my door to let me in. I was more cautious entering his car this time, knowing full well that my panties were now in his jacket. He closed my door, tipped the valet and got behind the wheel.

As he pulled into traffic and headed back towards the office, I realized that he wasn't making anymore moves at all. He had his hand on my knee, but nothing else. I squirmed in my seat. My nipples were hyper-sensitive at this point, and my slick pussy was absolutely aching for his attention. Clearly, this was all part of his plan. Getting me so worked up until I couldn't take it anymore.

As we neared our building, I'd had enough of the tease. I started inching up my skirt until finally it was bunched up around my hips. I took his hand and slid it from my knee, up to my hairless pink pussy.

He looked at me, then down to my glistening slit.

"Brooke, you don't want this. Not here."

"Please! I can't go back in there all tense like this. Please touch me, Mr. Taylor."

He sighed and pulled his hands off of my body. He pulled into his bay in the parking garage and shut the engine off. He looked over at me, letting his eyes drift up and down my body.

"Pull your ass to the edge of the seat and lean back."

I quickly complied.

"Spread your knees apart. Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours, Brooke. Show it to me."

I pulled my knees as far apart as I could. I could feel my back sinking into the leather seat, my head craned forward against the back, giving me and excellent view down the length of my own body. Paul glanced around the quiet garage. No one was in sight. He shifted his body, reached over and started to unbutton my shirt. He slowly pulled each button apart, revealing a few more inches of my bare torso at a time. Finally, he reached the bottom of my shirt. A thin strip of skin from my neck to the top of my skirt was revealed. A gentle patch of goosebumps covered my lightly tanned skin as he slowly pulled my shirt open, revealing my heavy breasts. His breathing hitched. Mine had nearly stopped at this point. He took his left hand and placed it on my toned stomach. He rubbed a little higher over my ribcage. Then even higher, as he tightly gripped first one breast, then the other.

"Oh fuck, Brooke. You have no idea what I want to do to you." he groaned

"Oh, p-please, touch me. I need this." I whined.

Paul leaned forward and took my left nipple into his mouth. I moaned loudly. I felt him mirror my tortured sounds against my skin. He sucked as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, releasing it with a loud 'pop' sound.

He slowly slid his hand down my stomach, then pulled my shaking thighs apart even further. I felt his thick fingers press against my hole, then they glided upwards, towards my clit. Continuing to tease, he slid his fingers around my exposed clit, refusing to touch it directly, knowing that it was making me grow more wild by the second underneath his expert hands.

"OH...Please rub my pussy, Mr. Taylor. Please Sir! I need to cum...I want to cum for y-you."

Lost in my lust, I barely heard him moan as he started sucking on my nipple again. This time, he started sucking on it tightly, all while circling around my clit, faster and faster. I could feel the juice leaking from my folds as he refused to give me what I needed. He wanted me to beg for it. This was just all part of his game. A game that I was now, more than willing to play.

"Pleeeease make me cum. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be whatever you n-need, just please rub my clit, Sir!" I begged.

My hands gripped at the door and at his neck feverishly. His teeth gripped my left nipple and pulled. I moaned loudly and my body started to shake. He chose that moment to press his thumb against my clit and to push his thick, middle finger deep into my pulsing cunt.

"Oh yesssss!!" My back arched, pushing my breast into his face. He released it from him mouth and started kissing my quivering stomach as he inched me closer to orgasm. He took his right hand and rubbed my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. He pulled his finger out of my dripping pussy and reinserted two fingers. He pistoned them in and out, speading my wetness down the crack of my ass and all over my thighs. His pace never faltered.

"Fuck Brooke. Your pussy is so fucking beautiful. Feel this, baby. Feel my fingers fucking you? You're going to cum, aren't you? Come on, Brooke. Cum for me. Cum all over my hand, baby."

My mind went blank. All that I could think of was the sensations that were crashing against me like waves. His fingers, his words, my breasts bouncing uncontrollably....it was all too much. It was too intense. It was too perfect.

"Oh fuck, P-PAUL. Yes. Yes. Please don't stop! OH FUCK!!"

My orgasm hit me with such intensity that my hips lifted off the seat and bucked into the air. I could feel my pussy leaking cream all over his hand, gripping his fingers and trying to milk them as if they were his cock. Paul leaned forward, sucking the sides and underneath my breasts as my body continued to be wracked with post-orgasmic shuddering.

I couldn't open my eyes. I was scared it was dream. No one, not even myself, had ever given me such a soul shaking, sexual experience. I gasped for air.

"Oh my God, Mr. Taylor. That was...I have no words for how incredible that was."

Paul was breathing heavily, too. He rested his lips against my hot, sweat slicked stomach and laughed gently.

"Baby, that was just my hand. Wait until you see what I can do with my cock."