I had been working at the company for almost a month before I asked someone just WHY Emma, the boss, was so short with everyone. No one could do anything right. Your work was either sub-standard or about acceptable. She never commented on it being excellent or gave any one a well-done. I was told that she had split up with her husband and he had taken pretty much everything she owed. He had caught her with someone else, so the courts had decided that the divorce would go more in his favour. Understandably this had made her a little unhappy.
Knowing that she was now single allowed me to develop the thoughts I had had very early on from joining the company. Fantasizing about her, what she could do to me and what I would do to her kept me up most nights. Emma was 40 years old exactly. 5'6" tall, slim. She was large chested, 38E (I had heard her talking about it to one of the secretaries). Long straight brown hair which she always wore in a bun. Long slim neck, small mouth, wicked smile... She was a power dresser. Tight pencil-skirt, blouse, suit jacket, high-heels and had the attitude to match. The blouse was always buttoned up to her neck, she never showed even a hint of cleavage, which was a shame as the bra's she wore made her gorgeous chest all the more obvious under her blouse. She had built the company up from nothing, managed an acrimonious divorce and abusive husband and still seemed to be in perfect control of herself. In short I was in awe of her.
I am 22 years old and single. My last girlfriend left after the hours I was putting in at work pretty much finished off our social life. What she didn't know was that I was matching Emma's work hours hour for hour. When she was at work I would be. I would allways volunteer for the overtime or have a reason to stay "just for half an hour" to get something finished. After 2 months of this though it still seemed like she hadn't noticed me. The amount of times I had gone to the toilet and wanked off just thinking of what we could do in her office during one of those days when there was only her and me working over, but it never materialised.
Her constant stern demeanour had me thinking that she had gone off men for good. This was shattered though during one overtime session. I was about to leave as she had locked herself in her office and I was getting bored waiting. As I approached her office door I could hear her talking. I pressed my ear to the door and heard :
"I'm 24 years old and a perferct 10...36D, 26, 36 just lying here slowly fingering myself........"
then after a pause....
"Mmmmmm, you are a big boy! I'm gonna put your balls in my mouth as I wank you..."
another pause.....
"That's it, fuck my face...don't worry if you cum, just keep it in my mouth...I'm such a slut I'll....Yes, I'll.......Mmmmm, God just keep it coming"
