My Perverted Judge

Dominique The day started like any other: boring and stressful—which is normal when you're secretary to one of the most sought after and respected men in town. He's too hot, too powerful and too sensual for my own insanity and he has that predatory look in his eyes that makes my panties go to waste. In fact, Nicholas is quite a good boss, except that sometimes I feel like killing him. What's delicious about a man, he's bossy. Who does he think he is? Oh yes, he is the almighty judge. God, this man is perfect in everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Of course, we women are mortal beings and we end up getting turned on by the prospect of just looking. Damn it, Dom, you have to control yourself not to act like a girl in love, after all you're not fifteen anymore. You are already a perfectly grown woman! Oh, but how I wish he'd take a look at me... But no, the almighty lord doesn't look at anyone, and if he's with someone in the building, surely such women don't say anything. Is it bad to be jealous of the women he must take? Because, God, this man tastes as good as chocolate—and he must be even tastier if I pour chocolate syrup all over his beautiful, delicious body. I myself have no problem licking every bit of that man show. I have to stop thinking about my judge Nicholas, he is a forbidden man! The head asks, but the heart seems to jump for joy every time he arrives. I look at the clock and see that he is less than five minutes away from entering the room. This man, in addition to being very hot, is very responsible. Now, for example, he is certainly already in the elevator, and in a little while he will arrive asking for today's agenda. Another thing that catches my attention is that he doesn't rest. Sometimes he's a complete asshole in the way he bosses me around, thinking I should obey him in everything... Let's play it real, Dom, you like the way he bosses you around, so much so that you carry extra panties because just hearing his husky voice... That's not from God at all. I look at the clock again and see that he's a minute away, and damn, my hands are shaking like hell. They tremble so much that I step through the dress to see if they can control themselves. I am distracted by this act when I hear the voice of the originator of all my perverted desires, his excellency, Nicholas Ruiz. — Good morning, Miss Ferreira! What do we have today? he asks, and I lift my eyes towards him. And damn, I freeze in front of those beautiful eyes. I blink, waking up to reality, and say: — Good morning, Mr. Ruiz, for now, the day is quiet, I've already left the folder with the case files on your desk. Other than that, it's quiet. “Okay, I'm going to my office to check these folders, as you said. Thank you,” he says, winking, and I'm immediately shaky again, not understanding exactly what happened. Dominique The day started like any other: boring and stressful—which is normal when you're secretary to one of the most sought after and respected men in town. He's too hot, too powerful and too sensual for my own insanity and he has that predatory look in his eyes that makes my panties go to waste. In fact, Nicholas is quite a good boss, except that sometimes I feel like killing him. What's delicious about a man, he's bossy. Who does he think he is? Oh yes, he is the almighty judge. God, this man is perfect in everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. Of course, we women are mortal beings and we end up getting turned on by the prospect of just looking. Damn it, Dom, you have to control yourself not to act like a girl in love, after all you're not fifteen anymore. You are already a perfectly grown woman! Oh, but how I wish he'd take a look at me... But no, the almighty lord doesn't look at anyone, and if he's with someone in the building, surely such women don't say anything. Is it bad to be jealous of the women he must take? Because, God, this man tastes as good as chocolate—and he must be even tastier if I pour chocolate syrup all over his beautiful, delicious body. I myself have no problem licking every bit of that man show. I have to stop thinking about my judge Nicholas, he is a forbidden man! The head asks, but the heart seems to jump for joy every time he arrives. I look at the clock and see that he is less than five minutes away from entering the room. This man, in addition to being very hot, is very responsible. Now, for example, he is certainly already in the elevator, and in a little while he will arrive asking for today's agenda. Another thing that catches my attention is that he doesn't rest. Sometimes he's a complete asshole in the way he bosses me around, thinking I should obey him in everything... Let's play it real, Dom, you like the way he bosses you around, so much so that you carry extra panties because just hearing his husky voice... That's not from God at all.