Don't Love Me

My Hot Boss

I knocked on Mr. Conti's door on my first day of work, not sure what to expect and a little bit nervous.

" Come in," he said in that stern, impersonal tone.

I step through the door and stop, too intimidated to go any further.

He looks up from his work and with a confident air says, "Close the door and come sit."

I close the door behind me and the air in the room immediately feels tense, like there isn't enough. I walk to the chair in front of his desk on shaky legs. This man is too good-looking to be human. It's not fair. I sit in the chair as his beautiful green eyes follow my every move.

Once seated, I look up, desperately hoping he suddenly became less hot. He stands, undoing the button on his suit and walks around his desk. He casually sits back against the edge of his desk in a pose that belongs in a men's advertisement. His hands grab the edge of the desk and I feel myself get a bit wet watching them tense and flex for a moment. Just imagine how they would feel on me.

"I thought I'd run you through my expectations and show you what I like," he says calmly.

"Yes, sir," I nod. I look for a notepad to take notes but I must have forgotten to bring one.

"Don't worry, this will be more of a demonstration. No notes needed," he says in a husky tone.

I look up at him to see he's removed his jacket and is now rolling up his sleeves to show off toned forearms that have me squirming.

He walks over to me and leans down on the armrests. His face is inches from mine when he says, "Your squirming is giving you away."

He lowers to one knee and before I can register what's happening, he grabs my skirt on either side of the slit and rips it right up to my waist, exposing my lacy underwear. I gasp in shock and he just chuckles.

"This is going to be so much fun," he teases. Next, he rips pulls open the front of my blouse, the buttons falling and rolling along the floor. I'm staring at him in complete shock, not sure what to do but also paralyzed by my arousal.

The smirk on his face tells me he knows the effect he has on me. Keeping me hypnotized by his stare, he brings his finger to my center and easily sinks into me with how wet I am. "F-ck," he groans as I whimper.

He pumps his finger a few times, then adds a second. My head falls back as my hips start moving, wanting more.

"I wasn't expecting you to feel so tight or to get so wet," he says, his composure fraying at the edges.

I can't speak, too overcome with sensation. I'm panting and trying to hold back from making noise since we're in an office, but when he latches onto my n****e and sucks, I can't help the scream that escapes.

"F-ck, I wasn't going to take it slow, but that won't be possible anymore. You're too goddamn tempting," he says. He quickly takes away his fingers, making me whimper at the emptiness.

He stands me up and basically carries me over to his desk since my legs are like jello. He faces me away from his and bends me over the edge. He kicks my feet apart and commands, "Hold on."

I barely have time to grab the edge of the desk before he rips my lace thong and rams into me from behind. I call out from the fullness of the intrusion. He pumps into me hard and fast, having lost all control. I love the sound of his grunts and the slapping of his balls against my c**t.

The orgasm that was interrupted before is back on track and building higher. Mr. Conti surprises me by landing a hard slap against my ass that I can feel all the way in my toes. My forehead drops to the desk from the overwhelming sensations and I beg, "More."

I can feel Mr. Conti's excitement as he grows inside me and praises, "You're going to be the best assistant I've ever had."

He slaps me again and again, alternating sides, until my ass cheeks are numb. I'm right there and he knows it. He leans forward, placing his chest on my back. The weight of him against me makes me feel trapped. That feeling combined with the hard bite he places on my shoulder, sends me barreling headlong into the most powerful orgasm of my life.

I scream out his name as I c*m and c*m. He swears and c*m, dumping such a big load in me that it leaks out, down my thigh.

A knock on the door has me coming back to reality. I panic. It's my first day at work and I had s-x with my boss. Even worse, now we're going to be discovered. The knocking keeps going but Mr. Conti says nothing.

The knocking gets louder and more insistent until it sounds like an alarm.

I open my eyes and suddenly I'm on my back looking at the ceiling. I sit up and look around to find that I'm in my bedroom. A quick look down shows that I'm in my bed. In a daze, I reach over to my phone to turn off the alarm.

I finally fully wake up and feel dread at the realization that I just had a s-x dream about my new boss that I was starting work for today. Oh god, it's going to be so much harder to face him now! I'm going to have to look at him and know I had an orgasm while dreaming of him taking me in such a brutal way.

I take a cold shower and dress in an outfit that has no slit and no buttons. Better safe than sorry.