My New Boss Ch. 03

I leaned my head back against the leather seat and tried my hardest to control my breathing. I felt small aftershocks from my orgasm ripple through my body. Paul leaned back in his seat, reaching his right hand across the center of the car, tracing small circles on my wet thigh. I heard him sigh and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at me.

"What?" I asked self consciously, moving to close my shirt.

"Don't. Leave it...just for a minute. You look incredible. I'm just thinking about how much fun this...arrangement is going to be, that's all. I don't think I've been this turned on in a really long time, Brooke."

I dropped my gaze from his eyes, down to his fully erect manhood.

"Right. Well, about that...." I sat up slowly and reached out to touch him, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

"No. Not here. I want more from you than just a quick hand job in a parking garage. I could do that myself." he said.

"Oh." I replied and sat back into my seat.

Well, now what? I just let my boss finger fuck me in his car, on our lunch break, on his very first day in the office. So much for playing hard to get.

As I was mentally kicking myself for letting him win me over so effortlessly, he leaned over to me. He smoothed a piece of hair away from my neck, then gently ran his finger down the side of my throat and underneath my, still unbuttoned, blouse. He slowly pulled it apart again and gently ran the same finger down my breast, causing my skin to tingle in it's path. He moaned as he traced my dark areola, circling in towards my nipple. I groaned and closed my eyes.

"You're going to need to get back inside, baby. Before people start to wonder." he lightly pulled on my nipple, then released me. Why?! Why continue to get me worked up, only to send me back into the office?

As if he could hear my mental confusion, he assured me,

"Don't worry. Our fun isn't over, Brooke. We're only getting started. Think you'll be up for it?" he grinned slowly

"Absolutely, Sir. I'm ready for whatever you have planned." I said quietly.

"Good. Now, lets get you decent and back upstairs."

"Ok, um..." I paused. Wait. How on Earth was I supposed to ask for my panties back? "Well, I'm actually missing something. Something you took....at the restaurant?" I smiled shyly.

"Oh no. You're going back in without them. Actually, thanks for reminding me. I'd like your bra, too, please." he said calmly

"What? You expect me to go in there and work the rest of the day without a bra or panties on? You're crazy."

"No. Not crazy. I've told you, Brooke. I know what I want. And what I want is to see you in the office, and to know that I have half of your wardrobe in my pocket. I want to look out of my office and see those perfect tits pushing against your shirt. I want to try desperately to catch a glimpse of this perfect, wet pussy every time I see you bend over. I want you to be aware of everything you're doing, and to know without a doubt, that I am watching."

I sucked in a quick breath as I reached into my purse and handed him my bra. No man has ever made me feel this sexy. No man had ever taken such an interest in me or my body. This was hard to wrap my mind around. Especially since it was coming from a man that could have any woman he wanted. I momentarily lost my filter. The words tumbled out of my mouth.

"But Mr. Taylor. Why ME?"

He looked confused for a second, then reached down and held my hand in his. He lifted it to his mouth and I felt the heat from his breath on my palm.

"Because you're incredible. I have this attraction to you that I don't think I've ever felt before. I want to be in you. I can't get my mind off of you. Hell, Brooke...I jerked off like a horny 15 year old twice this weekend just thinking about you." he confessed.

I was surprised. Then my surprise was replaced with laughter. I laughed out loud at his admission.

"Oh man. I worked my clit so hard this morning while I fantasized about you, too!" I laughed.

"Well, see? This is completely meant to be. Don't question it. Let's just do what we agreed to do....have fun and enjoy this. Ok? Just trust me to take you on a ride that I know we'll both enjoy."

I smiled. If what happened in his car was any preview of what this ride was going to be like, I knew he was right. I decided to just shut my mouth.

"Ok. I'm sorry. No more doubts, Sir."

"Good. Now. I believe I told you to get back inside and get back to work, didn't I?" he grinned.

"Yes. I'm going. I'll just swing by the ladies room and freshen up before anyone sees my just finger-fucked appearance." I pulled down my skirt and hastily refastened my shirt. A quick glance in my mirror to straighten my hair and I was ready to go.

I looked over at him. "Aren't you coming?" I asked.

"Yes, I was going to give you a head start, though. You know, make things a little less suspicious. If I was to go in with you, my hands all over your beautiful ass would be a dead giveaway to the rest of the staff. Besides, I need a second to...um, relax." he motioned to the tent in his dress pants.

"You're sure you don't want me to take care of it now? I'd be happy to help, Sir" I offered.

"No, you go ahead."

I pretended to pout. "Ok. I'll see you inside" I leaned across the gear shift and pressed my lips against his cheek.

"Thank you for lunch, Sir. It was amazing." I whispered into his ear.

I turned, opened the door and got out. I closed it with a soft thud and started to walk towards the building entrance. I turned back to look at him, but couldn't see through the dark tint. I just waved my fingers at him, hoping that he saw my flirtatious send off, then opened the heavy door to our building.

Once I got to our floor, I had replayed our lunch in my head at least twice. Thinking of every sexy thing he said. Thinking of the way his lips felt against my skin. Thinking of what it felt like for him to be knuckle-deep in my pussy. I shuddered as the elevator doors opened and a cool rush of air hit me. It was the reminder that I needed. I was braless. I was at work and completely braless. Why did I agree to this? I have C-cup breasts and large, sensitive nipples. My arousal is going to be completely obvious to everyone around me. I groaned inwardly, crossed my arms against my chest and headed to the bathroom to clean up before returning to work.

Stepping inside the restroom, I bumped into Theresa and Dayna. Both handled web accounts and both were very sweet. However, they were also both known to be the go-to source for office gossip. If you ever needed to know the scoop, you went to Theresa or Dayna. They could give you dirt, and if they couldn't, they could give you what they suspected was the dirt.

"Oh, hey Theresa. Hi Dayna. You back from lunch?"

"Yeah, we got back a few minutes early. Hoping to catch Mr. Taylor. You know, making sure he's adjusting well. Have to make good with the new boss, right?" smiled Theresa

"You went to lunch with him, right? Did you have appointments to go over for the week or something?" asked Dayna as she primped a little in the mirror.

I knew that she was just looking for information. In my head, I was replaying the events that just took place in Paul Taylor's car, not 10 minutes ago. No. We weren't going over appointments. He was pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt and working my clit until I moaned his name and couldn't breathe a steady breath.

"Yeah, appointments. Very basic stuff. Trying to get to know how he likes things done around the office. How to make it a smooth transition." I lied.

"God girl, do you realize how lucky you are to work next to that gorgeous man all day long? I'd do anything he asked of me this very second. Anything. Just...don't repeat that to my husband!" said Theresa. The three of us laughed.

It was getting difficult to keep a straight face, not to mention hide my erect nipples, so I just excused myself to a stall in order to clean up a little. As I closed the door, I could hear Theresa and Dayna talking about Paul for another minute, but their conversation soon shifted to a photo editor, Shane, and whether or not he had come out of the closet yet. Gossip never rests, I guess.

I rubbed my nipples, in hopes to warm them up a little, but with no luck. It only further intensified my stimulation. I grabbed some tissue and went to dry my sticky thighs off a little when I heard my phone vibrate. I reached into my clutch and grabbed my phone. I had a new text. I opened the message. It was a video. Who would be sending me a video at 1:15pm on a Monday? All of my friends were at work. I opened the video. My heart stopped.

I recognized the leather seats immediately. I heard a soft groan as the camera came in to focus. The camera was mounted on his dash and focused squarely on a cock. A hard, pulsing pink dick. The most gorgeous one I'd ever seen. Now, normally, I probably wouldn't have used the word 'gorgeous' to describe a penis, but this was. It was thick, with a pulsing vein running the entire length. At least 8'', judging by the video. Straight as an arrow and hard as a rock. As the video continued, he grabbed it with his right hand and started to pump it back and forth slowly.

This was Paul Taylor's dick. He stayed in his car and jerked off. And now I am watching it.

I gasped out loud. Too loud.

Dayna called out. "Hey, Brooke...you ok in there?"

I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine! Thanks." I scrambled to lower the volume on my phone. The last thing I needed was for the Office Gossip Queens to know that I was watching porn in the bathroom. I'd never live that down. Thankfully, I heard them walk out, and they left me alone in the restroom. I turned back to the video.

Paul was pumping his cock slowly. He'd grip it tightly at the base, then slowly pull up towards the thick head of his dick. He ran his thumb over the head and he moaned. His hand started pumping a little faster, then even faster. His breathing was picking up and getting heavier. I could see his thighs start twitching as he rocked his hand up and down his thick shaft. Suddenly he held something by the head of his dick. Something black....and lacey.

"My panties." I whispered.

Sure enough, I heard him start groaning, even moaning my name at one point. He thrust his hips up slightly and I watched as he caught his thick ropes of cum in my underwear. One powerful jet after another, right into the crotch of my panties. There was so much cum that my small thong couldn't possibly hold his entire load and it spilled over into his hand. I heard him moaning softly and finally his beautiful dick started to twitch and soften slightly.

The video ended abruptly. A text followed.

"Watching your sexy ass walk away did me in. I don't think I could have made it through the rest of the day without rubbing one out. Don't worry. There's a lot more where that came from."

I stood in the stall completely stunned. Not only was I shocked, but now I was even more aroused. I needed that dick. I needed it any way I could get it. I started to restart the short video, until I heard another employee enter the restroom. I decided that now was probably not the best time to watch it again, so I saved it to my phone and returned it to my purse. I was in desperate need to dry myself off again after watching, so I quickly cleaned myself off, straightened my clothes and exited the stall. I looked in the large mirror as I washed my hands. My long hair was a little messy looking, but my skin was flushed and I looked good. As I dried my hands, I couldn't help but smile to myself. This was the most intense workday of my life. And it was only halfway through.

I stepped out of the bathroom, not having any idea of what to expect for the rest of the afternoon. Having a sexual affair with my boss was brand new territory for me, and I wasn't quite sure how to go about this. He seemed more than comfortable taking the lead, so I decided to sit back and let him take over. He had promised that he wouldn't do anything to cause any trouble for me, and for some reason, I trusted him. He knew what he was doing. He understood his game and I was just along for the ride.

Fine by me.

I walked to my desk and got to work. I had been so distracted this morning, I felt a little behind this afternoon. If I was going to continue things with Paul, I was going to have to learn how to juggle my work with my lust for him. Work has always been the perfect distraction for me. I can bury myself in papers, emails and errands to the point where an entire workday has passed without me realizing it. This afternoon was going to be no different. First things first, I had a stack of papers that I needed to take to Human Resources, the floor above us. I gathered what I needed and headed to the elevator. I pressed the button and started thumbing through my papers as I waited. The doors opened quietly and there he stood. Immaculate as ever. Not giving off so much as a hint that he had just had a sexual encounter with his assistant in the front seat of his car just half an hour ago.

He stood, leaning against the wall of the elevator. He smiled and stood up straight when he saw me waiting.

"Going down?" he asked with a grin.

Thankfully, no one was around. I couldn't help but giggle. "I wish.," I said suggestively. "Actually, no Sir. Going up. HR needs these," I said as I pointed to my paperwork.

"Well, don't let me keep you. He held the door open for me. As I entered, he began to exit and we brushed against each other. He managed to grab one of my hard nipples as we passed. I sucked in a sharp breath and arched my back slightly. He grinned.

"Enjoy your preview?" he asked quietly.

"Mmmhmm...very much, Sir." I whispered.

"Good. See you in a bit."

Before I knew it, he released my breast, turned the corner and was gone. The doors closed quietly. I pressed the button for the 10th floor, and tried to compose myself. The last thing I needed was for Mitchell, the pervert upstairs, to think that I was turned on for him.

Thankfully, everyone in Human Resources was busy enough on a Monday afternoon, that no one realized the fact that I was sans underwear. I made it safely back to my desk without any unwanted attention. I sat down and started typing up the email regarding the staff meeting that Paul wanted scheduled this week. I went though his calendar. He had a dinner meeting tonight, was free tomorrow after work, a lunch meeting on Wednesday.....pretty much his entire week was booked besides Tuesday night.

"Tuesday night staff meeting it is," I mumbled. Short notice, but Paul needed to sit everyone down and throw his ideas for the company on the table. I finished the email, wrote the staff meeting in his book and sent him the email for approval. I started to confirm appointments for him when my phone buzzed. It was Paul.

Paul Taylor: Brooke, could you please come to my office to discuss this email before we send it out?

I stood, hoping that he didn't find anything wrong, and headed to his office. I knocked on his office door softly.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Taylor?"

"Hey, come on in."

I stepped in his office and stood in front of his desk. He motioned for me to come behind his desk so I could read something on his laptop screen. I walked behind the desk, stood next to his chair and looked at the document on the screen. It said simply:

SPREAD YOUR LEGS.

I looked down at him with a look of confusion and he smiled.

"Do it, Brooke. Open your legs for me."

I hesitated, looking out of his office into the rows of cubicles and people wandering around, busy with their workloads.

"Brooke. No one is going to know what is going on. I told you to trust me." he said sternly.

I took a deep breath and slowly stepped apart. He wasted no time in sliding his left hand directly up my skirt and inserting his thick middle finger straight into my pussy.

"Mmmmph!" I moaned quietly.

"Quiet, baby. No one will know as long as you're quiet." he said.

He slowly pushed his finger as deep as he could into me. Slowly, pumping it in and out as I stood as still as possible, trying to look interested in this pretend email.

"That's it, Brooke." He slid an additional finger into me. I let out a deep sigh. My legs were starting to tremble, but I needed more. Keeping his right hand on the computer, he clicked something and a picture popped up on the screen. It was me. In his Car. His hand in my girl-cum covered pussy. I moaned a little louder. I had been so wrapped up in what he'd been doing to me in the car earlier, I had no idea he had snapped any pictures. He was showing me a picture of a woman that I didn't even recognize. Passionate, orgasm starved, completely at his sexual mercy. In a word, I looked hot. And being a voyeur to our own sexual experience earlier only made me wetter.

"Oh my God, Mr. Taylor." I breathed.

"Look how beautiful you are, Brooke. You like it when my fingers are in you, don't you? Is this what you want?" He pumped his fingers as hard as he could without being obvious.

"No, Sir. I want more. Pleeease. I need more." I begged.

Paul slipped his fingers out of me and let them wander up a little higher. His wet fingers probed at my asshole. He was rubbing and pressing firmly as I tried desperately to control my breathing. My eyes kept darting between the picture of my wet, splayed sex on the screen to the door, making sure no one would enter without us realizing it.

My senses were on overload. I needed to get off. I needed him to push me over the edge because I couldn't make myself jump. Not here. Not in the office with my coworkers just a few yards away. It was as if he could read my mind.

"Come on. Let me get you off. Just relax and let me do this." he whispered. He pushed his finger into my asshole, pushing until he couldn't go any deeper. I bit my lip and did my best to stifle a groan. I could hear his breathing increasing. I glanced down and realized that although it was still in his pants, he had a firm grip on his dick, pulling on it in sync with the rhythm of his finger in my ass.

"Oh...finger my ass harder, Sir. Please."

"Fuck, Brooke..." he moaned as he increased his speed. I made sure no one was paying attention and I reached down and rubbed my clit furiously. It took me all of 10 seconds to climax, hard, as my body contracted tightly around the finger in my tight hole. My pussy spasmed and dripped wetness onto my thighs. Forcing myself to stay calm and quiet only made things more erotic.

I heard him moan as he pulled his finger out of my body.

"God damn. I am going to destroy your tight little body the first chance I get, Brooke." he groaned as he cleaned his hands off.

I straightened myself up and took a deep breath.

"And when will that be, Sir? I'm not sure how long I'll be able to wait anymore. This teasing...it's incredible, but I'm going to go crazy." I whimpered.

"All in good time, baby. We're just getting started" he said with a knowing grin.

Not wanting him to let him see me melt into a puddle of emotional and sexual need, I smoothed out my skirt and turned to walk out of his office. I reached his door and turned back over my shoulder.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?" I asked sweetly.

"No. I think we're done... for now. I might need you to hang around for a few minutes after work tonight, though. I have a dinner meeting, but I have a few things to review with you before I leave. Could I ask you to stay a little late?" he leaned back in his chair, pressed his fingers together and grinned.

"Absolutely, Mr. Taylor. Whatever you need." I said. As I turned to exit, a coworker was headed into Paul's office with a question.

"Oh...I'm sorry guys, didn't mean to interrupt. I can come back, Mr. Taylor...?"