My New Boss Ch. 14

He promised me that he'd fuck me senseless after dinner. He didn't lie.

I laid across his body, my face pressed against his muscular chest. After our bodies relaxed, I sat up, straddling him. Paul laced his fingers behind his head and stared up at me. He had ripped through the crotch of the lingerie, and now my sticky pussy was resting against his toned abdomen.

I reached down and traced my fingers along the contours of his stomach.

"That was wonderful." I smiled.

He nodded, his eyes wandering over my body. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the hips and flipped me onto my back. I squealed playfully as he pushed me into the mattress. His lips pressed into mine as he hooked his fingers underneath the shoulder straps of the teddy. Our lips never parted as he pulled them down my arms. The small cups slid down my breasts, freeing them forcefully. Paul glided his lips down my neck and chest and sucked a dark nipple deep into his mouth. I sighed and pushed it into his face.

He sat back on his knees and one by one, starting releasing the clips on the garters. When they were detached, he pulled the garment down my body and threw it on the floor. He left the thigh highs on. He leaned back and grabbed my foot and started massaging it through the nylon. I pressed my hands into the bed and groaned deeply.

"That feels so good." I moaned as my eyes fluttered closed.

"Good." He kissed the arch of my foot, then switched to the other. His strong hands worked their way up my ankles, then he started massaging my calves. I opened my eyes and watched him. The muscles of his chest and broad shoulders flexed as he massaged me. I let my eyes wander down his body and I could see that his dick was stirring beneath me. He pushed my knees apart widely. I inhaled deeply. I was completely exposed to him. I could still feel his sticky semen sliding out of me. He smiled and ran a finger up and down the length of my dripping slit.

"Do you know how sexy this looks, Brooke?" he asked. He didn't even look at me. He just kept his eyes fixed on my pussy. I couldn't answer. I had no words for him. I was fascinated my him and his adoration of my body. Thankfully, he filled the silence and continued talking.

"I watch you every single day. I watch the sway of your ass...your sexy tits as they bounce under your clothes... I even stare at your gorgeous face and just wonder how I got so lucky. But then, I look at this beautiful pussy, and I swear to God, Brooke. I feel like I'm in heaven."

I inhaled a deep, shaky breath. He spread my pussy open wide.

He kept talking.

"I'm kneeling here in front of you, looking at the most goddamn perfect cunt I've ever seen...just watching my thick cum slide out of it. Do you know what that does to me? Do you know how fucking sexy that is, Brooke?" He asked forcefully. I could hear the intensity building in his voice. His cock was standing at full attention again. I grabbed at the sheets.

"I'm glad you think I'm sexy, Sir." I smiled.

He grabbed my thighs firmly and pulled my sticky pussy down the bed a couple inches, pressing it against his pelvis. He pulled me upright off of the bed and swung his legs underneath of me. He was sitting in the center of my bed and now I was sitting on his lap, facing him. He grabbed my long hair and pulled down on it. I tilted my head back and he started sucking on my throat softly.

"Mmmm. Ohhhh..." I moaned quietly. The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room.

He hummed against my skin as he lifted me up from underneath my ass. I reached down and guided his thick shaft to my opening as he lowered me down onto it. We moaned in unison as I descended on him. I wrapped my hands around his neck and he nuzzled his face into mine. His hands wrapped around my hips as we rocked against each other erotically.

This was the connection that we had that couldn't be denied or even explained. It didn't matter how many times we fucked or made love, we still fit together with a tightness and a newness that was unbelievable. It felt as though our bodies and our minds were created for the soul purpose of pleasing one another.

Paul let go of my hips and slipped his hands up between us, pawing desperately at my breasts. As his skilful fingers pinched my nipples, I guided his mouth back to mine and pushed into it. I let my tongue stroke his at the same speed I used to rock my hips up and down his shaft. I was making love to his cock and his mouth simultaneously. He groaned against my lips.

I pulled back and looked down at him. He looked up at me.

We smiled at each other. It was a silent acknowledgment of what we both knew.

We were made to have sex with each other.

"I want to feel you cum on my cock, Brooke." he breathed heavily.

"I want to feel you cum in my pussy, Sir." I panted.

Everything was so clear and simple in that moment. We could feel it building. There was no need to rush it. We just rode it to completion. Our bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat. My long hair was knotted and wild and his was soft and dishevelled. My fingernails clung to his back. His thick fingers rubbed heavily against my asshole. My pussy was starting to contract around him. I was almost there.

"Oh, fuck. I'm coming, Sir. Oh God...please cum with me! Please cum!" I whimpered into his ear.

He grunted deeply, shoving my hips down onto his cock. I felt him swell inside of me as my pussy clutched at his pulsing dick. His cum was firing off deep into my pussy. We pressed our foreheads together. We groaned and grunted together until the waves of pleasure started to subside. Paul lowered himself slowly back into the bed, pulling me down with him. His cock popped out of me, and I felt a warm gush of cum slide out along with it.

We rolled onto our sides and faced each other. He kissed me briefly, then backed off and laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"I just have never had sex like this before, baby."

I laughed. "Me either."

We laid together for several minutes, just talking and kissing and laughing. It felt wonderful. I turned over and glanced at the clock. It was 12:14am.

"Don't even tell me. I don't want to know." He groaned.

"12:14." I pouted.

"Damn. I need to go." he kissed me again, rolled over then stood up. I admired his muscular ass as he walked across the room, gathering his things. He tossed my torn undergarment to me, laughing.

"I can't believe you tore up that lingerie. That was LaPerla! You're crazy." I giggled.

"I can buy you another one if you want." He offered as he pulled on his underwear.

"No. You don't have to do that. I was just surprised."

"What can I say? I wanted to get at that gorgeous pussy." He shrugged as he zipped up his pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started to put his socks and shoes on. I crawled down to him and wrapped my arms around his naked chest, pressing my breasts into his back.

"Thank you for another incredible night, Mr. Taylor." I kissed his back.

"Fuck...I should be thanking you, baby. " He scoffed.

I stood up and picked his shirt up off the floor. I held it out for him so he could slide his arms into it.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah?"

He turned around and started fastening his cuffs as I worked at closing the buttons on the front.

"Tomorrow? Don't wear a bra or any underwear to work. I want to have some fun." he grinned down at me.

I bit my lip and nodded. I continued fastened the last button on his shirt. We walked out of the bedroom and he picked his discarded jacket up off the barstool. He patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys and wallet.

He sighed and scooped me up in his arms, lifting me off the floor.

"I'll see you at the office." he promised.

"Sounds good. Drive carefully."

"Don't forget. No bra. No panties. If you wear them, you'll regret it." he grinned darkly.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" I whispered against his mouth.

"I guess we'll see in the morning."

He put me down on the floor and unlocked my front door. He turned around for just one more kiss. I smiled as he groaned, making it obvious that he didn't want to leave. I was still naked, so I stayed behind the door and closed it behind him as he left. I locked it and walked into my kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of my fridge and leaned against the counter as I sipped it slowly.

I couldn't decide if I was going to follow his instructions or not. What I did know was that I needed a shower and some sleep. My body was sticky, tired and aching. I placed the bottle on my nightstand and got ready for bed.

While I washed the cum and sweat off of my body, I got a brilliant idea.

Paul loved to tease me. He made an entire night of it. What if I did a little teasing of my own? I knew from organizing his schedule that he worked out Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings at 7:00am at Seattle Fitness near his house. Tomorrow was Friday morning. I grinned to myself as I planned my morning in my mind.

About 30 minutes later, I had showered and dried my hair. I set my alarm for 6:30am and I crawled into bed. I pressed my face into the wrinkled sheets. They smelled like sweat. They smelled like cologne. They smelled like sex.

They smelled like us and it made me fall asleep with a smile on my face.

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At 6:30 on the dot, my alarm went off. I sat up and dialled the number for a cab.

"Seattle Express" a bored sounding man answered.

"Good morning. I need a cab from 3rd and Cherry St to Seattle Fitness. I'm not sure of the address, but it's the one near Lake Washington, I believe?"

The man rattled off a few addresses and I confirmed the one that I recognized as being close to Paul's house. The cab would arrive in 20 minutes, so I jumped out of bed. I had more energy and enthusiasm than I expected. I went to my closet and grabbed a gym bag from the top shelf. I packed a tight red skirt and a low cut black shirt for work. I decided to follow instructions and go to work without any underwear. I smiled as I tossed some toiletries into my bag. I placed my heels on top and started to get dressed.

I found my shortest, tightest workout shorts. I threw on a tight sports bra and examined myself in the mirror. I smiled at my reflection. There was very little to my outfit. My heavy tits were overflowing in the bra and my ass was barely covered by the shorts. Paul said that it turned him on when other men checked me out. Everyone, including Paul, was about to get an eyeful at the gym this morning. I wasn't really that much of an exhibitionist, but I knew that it would drive Paul crazy, so I didn't think twice about putting on a show. I pulled on some socks and running shoes. I pulled a sweatshirt out of my drawer and pulled it on.

After getting ready, I grabbed my gym bag and purse, and headed downstairs to meet the cab. I slid into the backseat.

"Good morning, sweetie. You do realize that there are gyms a lot closer to you, right?"

I smiled at the driver.

"I know. I'm just working out with a friend this morning, that's all."

"I see. We'll be there in about 15 minutes."

I pulled my long hair into a ponytail and glanced at my cell phone. It was 6:55am. Paul should be getting there any minute. If all goes as planned, I will be walking in as he is starting his workout. I was going to be a little late for work, but it was Friday and a lot of people worked odd hours at the end of the week. I doubted that anyone would notice.

A few minutes later, we pulled up in front of the gym.

I leaned forward to the driver.

"Could you please come back at 8:00am?" I smiled.

"You got it."

I checked the meter and handed the man some cash. I stuffed my purse into my gym bag and hooked it across my body. As I stepped out and closed the door, I noticed Paul's car sitting in the parking lot next to the gym. I smiled. My plan worked.

I walked into the gym. It wasn't all that big and the crowd was pretty small at this early hour. The sounds of clanging weights and groaning men filled my ears.

I vowed to myself that I wasn't going to even acknowledge Paul. I was just here to workout. It was all very innocent. I smiled to myself as I walked to the front desk.

A cheerful female employee greeted me.

"Hi there! Welcome to Seattle Fitness!"

"Hello. I need to pay for just a one day pass, please."

"Ok, each visit $10.99. Unless you are looking for a membership, in which case..."

I held up my hand and smiled gently.

"Not today. Thank you, though. If I'm ever in the market for a membership, this would actually be the gym I'd choose. I just need a workout this morning, though." I explained.

"No problem! Just sign this and I'll run your card."

I placed my debit card on the counter and signed the liability waiver. We finished our transaction and she pointed me in the direction of the women's locker room. The employee disappeared. I turned and looked around briefly. I saw Paul working on his back across the gym. He hadn't noticed me yet. I walked discreetly to the locker room and put my things away. I peeled off my sweatshirt, revealing my barely covered body. I took a deep breath and slammed the locker closed.

I squared my shoulders and pushed the door open and walked back into the gym. I walked confidently to the row of empty treadmills. They were all facing a giant wall of mirrors. I laughed at the idea that there was no better fitness motivation than being forced to watch yourself run.

I stood in front of the mirror and started stretching. I pretended not to notice as a couple of men made quiet cat calls at me as I stretched my arms over my head, lengthening my tight stomach. I shook my hands out and climbed onto the machine. I started at a slow pace, just a brisk walk to warm myself up. I could feel my round ass swaying in my short, tight shorts. After a couple of minutes, I decided it was time to start the show. I increased the speed and started to jog.

My breasts were bouncing heavily in my sports bra. I could feel eyes on me as I stared at the treadmill monitor. I just hoped one set of those eyes belonged to Paul. I let my eyes glance at the TV on the wall occasionally, but mostly, I just focused on my pace and making sure that my ass and tits were fully on display. My heart was pounding, not just from the physical exertion, but from the feeling of being watched and desired.

After about 10 minutes, I had worked up a decent sweat. I could feel a bead of moisture slide down my lower back. My long, brown ponytail was swaying against my naked shoulders. The burn in my legs reminded me that it had been too long since I worked out.

Out of the corner or my eye, I saw Paul. I wasn't quite sure how I knew it was him, but I had no doubt. He got on to the chest press machine near the row of treadmills. He was almost directly behind me. He had a perfect view of my bouncing ass as I jogged.

I couldn't take it anymore. I glanced up. I locked eyes with him immediately in the mirror. He smiled and raised his eyebrows suggestively as he pumped the machine. As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't. I grinned and bit my lip as I continued to jog. I looked away from him and finished my workout.

After 20 minutes of jogging, my legs were exhausted and I needed to catch my breath. I slowed down the pace, eventually coming to a stop. I stepped off the treadmill and walked to the water fountain across the room. I made sure to stretch and roll my neck as I made my way in front of the other gym patrons. I didn't look at anyone. I hadn't even looked at Paul since our glimpse at each other in the mirror. I bent over the water fountain, and took a long drink. I stood up and wiped the small bead of water that lingered on my lips.

When I turned around, there was a guy, probably about my age, standing behind me. He was cocky. I knew this before he ever even opened his mouth. No shirt, big muscles, smug smile. He was not my type at all, but I knew how much Paul got off on watching other men flirt with me when he knew that he could have me whenever he wanted.

"Hey there, sweetie." he grinned. "Good workout?"

I smiled and nodded. "Very. Thank you."

I reached behind him and grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped my neck and chest as I walked away. I knew he would follow me and he did. As I walked back to the treadmill, with my admirer on my heels, I passed Paul and gave him a wink. His gaze darkened and a slow smile spread across his lips. I hopped back on the treadmill and walked for a few more minutes. The young guy stepped on the treadmill next to me.

"You from around here?" he asked casually.

"Yeah. I live downtown. You?"

"I live just a few blocks away. This gym is like my second home, though."

Internally, I rolled my eyes. He assumed that would impress me. "Oh. That's nice." I smiled.

"You look like you workout often."

I shrugged. "Probably not as much as I should."

"You're tight in all the right places, sweetie." he flirted.

I glanced in the mirror at Paul. He wasn't even working out anymore. He was sitting on a bench, leaning forward on his knees, watching me with a grin on his face. He knew exactly what I was doing.

"Can I take you out sometime?" he asked

"Um...I don't think so. Thank you, though. I actually need to get going. Enjoy your workout." I slowed the machine to a stop and stepped off. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:38. My cab would be here soon. I turned around but didn't see Paul anywhere. I figured that he went to his locker room to clean up, so I walked into the women's to do the same.

As I turned the corner, I came face to face with Paul. My eyes widened and looked around the room. He smiled and pulled me into the nearest shower stall, sliding the heavy curtain closed.

"That was some performance, Brooke." he whispered as he pressed me against the cool, tiled wall.

"You shouldn't be in here." I mouthed.

"You're the only woman working out right now. If someone else comes in, just be quiet." he groaned into my neck.

I whimpered softly as his hands slid beneath my shorts. He grabbed my ass firmly and pulled me against his hard dick.

"You know I love watching other men flirt with you. You're my naughty girl, aren't you?" he mumbled against my lips.

I smiled and nodded. He pulled his hands out of my shorts and slid them up my tight stomach. He peeled my bra up and exposed my warm tits. He dipped his head down and bit my right nipple firmly.

"Oh, God!" I whispered.

Paul groaned quietly and turned me around. He pushed me against the wall with his left hand and worked my shorts down with his right. My nipples hardened as they pressed onto the cold tile. He pushed my feet apart with his and leaned against my back, pressing his lips to my ear.

"He can flirt with you, but I can fuck you, right baby?"

"Yes, Sir. I only want you to fuck me, Sir! I whispered.

I heard him slide his shorts down and felt him drag his heavy cock between my thighs. He slapped it upwards and spanked my pussy with his hard dick. It connected with my clit. The pleasure caused me to cry out. My voice echoed off the ceramic walls. Paul wrapped a hand around my mouth.

"Be quiet, Brooke." he demanded.

I nodded and whimpered into his hand as he rubbed the head of his cock against my slit.

"You want me to fuck you?"

I nodded frantically.

"You sure, baby?"

I moaned into his palm and nodded again, pushing my pussy against his pulsing cock head.

He groaned quietly as he pushed his way between my wet lips. He didn't stop until he bottomed out and pressed his pelvis against my ass.

He wasted no time giving me what I wanted.

Paul pounded into me furiously. His hips slapped against my round ass repeatedly. My hands clawed at the empty walls, searching for something to hang onto.

"I'm going to move my hand. Be quiet." he grunted. I pressed my lips into my elbow as he grabbed my hips and pumped his cock into me. One of his hands came around and started madly rubbing my clit.