My CEO Boss Hates Me

What have I done?

Claude rubbed his finger against her wet slit and he felt his c**k harden to the point of pain. Her mouth was soft and she tasted sweet, like nothing he had ever tasted before and he didn't want to stop tasting her.

The escort had probably come back, he thought as he kissed Joanne, or maybe she had brought a friend. He wasn't complaining, but she was stirring something deep inside him. He didn't want to let her go.

Using his good hand, he pushed her down onto his d**k and she began grinding on it. If only he could pull the sheets from between them, he would be able to feel the warmth of her p***y pulsing around his c**k. He could tell she wanted it too, from how wet she was. Her wetness was trickling down his wrist and towards his elbows.

He parted the lips of her cunt and pushed his finger deep inside her. She was soft and her walls instantly closed around them, squeezing it tightly. She brought her mouth down to his and kissed him again, rubbing her firm boobs against her chest. Her n*****s were poking through the material of her dress and she moaned when he put another finger inside her, stretching her and she gasped, moaning softly.

The sound of her moan made him go crazy and he pulled his finger out of her and spanked her ass. The sound echoed in the room and she squeaked. He rubbed his palm on the surface of her soft butt and spanked it lightly once more before sliding his finger back inside her and finger f****d her rapidly, his finger pumping in and out of her like a jackrabbit. She moaned and pressed back against his fingers, meeting his thrusts.

Claude forced his eyes open. The lights in his room were off but the dark curtains were open and the sunlight was filtering in. The light burned his eyes at first but he got used to it. Her dark head was bent, she was looking down at his chest, so he couldn't see her face. He pulled his fingers out of her and brought it up to her lips. He slid it into her mouth and she suckled on it softly, her soft tongue caressing his finger. He pulled it out of her mouth and she sat up, but Claude's attention was already on her breasts.

He was palming them through her dress. With a soft sigh, she loosened the straps of her dress and the top part fell down to her waist. Her breasts were medium sized and her n*****s were pink. The n*****s were sticking out and begging to be sucked. Claude pinched them and she cried out in pain. He smirked and pinched the other one. He spanked the side of her breast and slid his hand up her slim back to push her breasts against his face.

He sucked her n****e into his mouth and she moaned. Her body started to rock back and forth and he assumed she was rubbing her c**t. She began moaning restlessly and she attempted to pull her n****e out of his mouth.

Claude latched on softly with his teeth and she groaned. She finally got away from him and scrambled off.

Claude felt around for her, but she was gone. He twisted his head from side to side, finally catching a glimpse of her at the side of his bed. Her back was turned and she was stripping off her clothes. Her butt was stained red from the time he spanked her. She turned back and quickly lowered herself....onto his face.

Claude opened his mouth and sucked on her c**t as she grinded on his face, rubbing her n*****s fiercely. He used his one good hand to grab her ass cheek and spank it, urging her to ride faster. Then she moaned his name and he instantly knew who it was.

Joanne moaned as his beard and mustache tickled her bare p***y. Her c**t was starting to ache and she felt light-headed. Blood began to course through her bones and she could hear her heart beat. Her limbs stiffened and she orgasmed, cumming right on his face. He gulped the salty liquid down and he licked at her oversensitive c**t. She couldn't stop herself, she moaned his name.

She knew the moment he recognized her voice. He stiffened and she climbed off his face slowly. He lay still for a long time. When Joanne bent over to wear her clothes he spoke in a croaky voice.

"Don't move."

Her legs were still shaking and she really wanted to sit down, but she stood there, with her hands covering her breasts.

"Sir, I..."

"Shut up!" He yelled. Claude turned to her with some difficulty and opened his eyes slowly. "So you thought it would be a good idea to creep up on me?"

"Sir..." Joanne tried to interrupt.

Claude held up his right hand to silence her. " You're fired."

Tears of shock sprang to Joanne's eyes. She knelt down at the side of the bed and choked out, "Claude, please. I need this."

Claude didn't pity her. "What exactly do you need. This job or somebody to f**k you? I'm old enough to be your father and you shamelessly seduced me."

Joanne shook her head and stood up. "I didn't seduce you," She whispered. "You pulled me into the bed and..."

"And you couldn't ask me to stop?" He yelled. The force of his shout hurt his head, but he couldn't stop. "I would have stopped if you asked. You let it get too far."

"I'm sorry, sir.....I didn't mean to let it get that far." She cried, looking at the floor. "Just let me keep my job."

"Wear your clothes and get your laptop." Claude muttered. His little shouting exercise had taken all the energy out of him. He could still taste her and he had no idea what to do.