SQUIRT SHOTS

I MADE MY BOSS EAT MY COOCHIE (1)

I’ve been aching for my boss for ages.

At night I lie in my bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in my dripping cunt, fantasizing about Jake Brown f*****g me senseless.

I imagine sucking his thick c**k until it throbs against my tongue, then feeling him slam every inch into my tight, hungry p***y.

I've lost count of how many times I’ve shoved my vibrator inside me, pumping it hard while moaning his name, pretending it’s his fat d**k stretching me open and flooding my walls with hot c*m.

My name is Giana. I’ve been Personal Assistant to CEO Jake Brown for two years. Jake is a sharp, commanding 40-year-old with a rock-hard body and those piercing blue eyes that make my knees weak and my knickers soaked.

He told me straight up that he keeps everything professional — no f*****g the staff. But that hasn’t stopped me from craving him like a desperate slut.

I’m 32, petite, size 8, with a tight little body I keep dressed to tease. I want him so badly it hurts. I want his mouth worshipping every inch of me. I want him to ruin me. I think I’m actually in love with the filthy bastard.

After a couple of boring flings that went nowhere (because none of them were him), something happened that changed everything.

Jake had to fly out suddenly for a weekend business trip. He left in a rush and forgot his briefcase with his laptop. Half an hour later he called, stressed, asking me to pull some documents and fax them to the hotel. I did it, then took the briefcase home with me for safety.

That night, after my shower, I was bored, horny, and restless. My eyes kept drifting to his briefcase sitting on the lounge floor. Curiosity finally won.

I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business s**t. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.”

My p***y twitched the second I clicked it.

The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — p*****s of every kind, freshly f****d and leaking thick, white c*m. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My c**t was already swollen and slippery.

I opened the “Stories” folder next. Filthy tales about men eating their own loads out of sloppy, c*m-filled cunts. One story had a guy licking another man’s c*m from his wife’s ruined p***y. I was soaked. I pushed two fingers inside myself and started f*****g my dripping hole while I read.

Then I found the videos.

I clicked one and nearly moaned out loud. Close-up footage of a smooth, used p***y pushing out rope after rope of thick c*m.

A man buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking every drop like a starving animal, swallowing it all while she moaned and pushed more out for him.

I lost it.

I yanked my knickers aside, spread my legs obscenely on the couch, and finger-f****d my sopping cunt hard.

My other hand rubbed my throbbing c**t in fast, filthy circles. Within minutes I came like a w***e, shaking and gushing all over my fingers as I imagined Jake’s tongue cleaning my freshly-f****d p***y.

After I caught my breath, I kept pounding.

Tucked among the papers I found multiple invoices from an expensive escort agency. It didn’t take a genius to work it out — my perfect, controlled boss had a nasty cream pie fetish. He was paying high-class w****s to let him f**k them and then eat his own c*m out of their cunts.

That’s when my plan formed.

Why the f**k is he paying strangers when I’d let him do it to me for free?

A week later, after he got back, I decided it was time.

That morning I woke up early, took a long, hot shower, and shaved my p***y completely smooth — not a single hair left. I ran my fingers over the soft, bare skin, imagining Jake’s tongue sliding through my slick folds, then his mouth sucking his own load out of me.

I wanted to be ready for him.

I had not done this for years and when I had finished I marveled at how sensitive my skin felt. In the shower I let my fingers brush over my smooth p***y lips and felt the sensitive flesh.

I began to moisten as my finger easily slipped between my lips and probed the juicy area within.

I closed my eyes under the hot spray and slid a finger deep into my aching p***y, imagining it was Jake’s thick c**k stretching me open instead.

My n*****s tightened into hard little peaks as I pumped the finger faster, f*****g myself with sloppy, wet sounds. Suddenly the water turned ice-cold and yanked me back to reality. I gasped, stepped out, and dried off quickly.

For work I chose my sexiest set a white silk crotchless panties and a matching bra. The cool silk framed my freshly shaved, smooth p***y perfectly. I spent extra time on my makeup and hair until I looked like pure f**k-me temptation — even I had to admit I looked good enough to eat.

At the office I gave Jake an hour to settle in before I killed his intercom and phone, slipped into his plush office, and locked the door behind me with a soft click.

He looked up from his desk, calm and professional. “Hi Giana, can I help you?”

My heart hammered. Barely above a whisper I answered, “No… but I think I can help you."

Jake raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Gee?”

I swallowed hard, palms sweaty. “I… I know about your cream pie fetish.”

The words tumbled out in a nervous rush. “I saw everything on your laptop when you were away — the pictures of all those c*m-dripping p*****s, the stories, the videos of men eating their own loads… the escort invoices. I know it all. And I’m willing to give it to you for free. Anytime you want.”

Jake stared at me, his usual confidence flickering for a second. Then his blue eyes darkened with heat. “You know I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

He let the silence stretch until I was blushing crimson and trembling. Finally he added, voice low, “But I could be persuaded to make an exception.”

Relief and lust flooded through me. I told him everything — how curiosity had led me to snoop, how soaked I’d gotten watching those filthy videos, how I’d fingered my dripping cunt while imagining him eating his c*m out of me. How I’d wanted him for two years and was done waiting.

Jake leaned back in his big leather chair. “Come here, Gee.”

I walked around the desk on shaky legs. He pulled me between his thighs, looked up at me with those piercing eyes, and admitted, “I’ve fancied you for ages too… but I never f**k my staff.” His hands slid up my skirt and cupped my bare arse. “Since you already know my dirty little secret… I’m willing to break the rule for you.”