"How the fuck did I get myself into this?" I thought to myself as my lips wrapped around my boss' cock. He fed me it slowly, inch by inch until I could feel his thick head almost at my throat...
***Ten minutes earlier***
I was sitting at my desk just outside my boss, Mr. Aimes', office when my phone rang. He called me in to meet with him to finalize details for a conference scheduled to start next week, I stood up, smoothed my skirt and thought nothing of it.
At twenty-four, being Mr. Aimes' admin was my first real job out of college. I took pride in my work and in my appearance; I made sure to work out every day to not lose my figure. I'm 5'7" with a slim waist and a generous bosom - not huge, but at 36c I've never had reason to be disappointed either. My dirty blonde hair is arranged in an assymetrical undercut just this side of too "edgy" for the corporate world. Today I wore a grey skirt, white blouse, and black kitten heels.
I entered Mr. Aimes' office and was, as always, impressed with the space. It was richly furnished and larger than any two other offices in the building put together. In the middle of the room were two leather couches and a coffee table where we would often sit to go over details. I made my way to one and sat down, crossing my legs, waiting until the boss was ready to go.
He finished an email at his dark wood desk and came over. Mr Aimes was 45 but could have easily passed for at least ten years younger. A tall, darkly tanned man at 6'3" he had the sort of lean body that spoke to years of working outdoors when he wasn't at the office; he had sparkling blue eyes and dark brown hair just beginning to show some grey. He came over to me and sat down at the other couch. We got to work and had everything ready to go in the course of ten minutes.
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