I fucked my boss

I adjusted my tie as I headed to the office. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college. Finding a job had been rough, but luckily, my mom had vouched for me at her sister’s marketing company.

I was grateful, but also pretty nervous. At forty-one, my aunt was sexy in a distracting way. She loved deep V necks and wore the kind of exotic, feminine perfumes that stuck to the air long after she left a room. She had enhanced breasts that stood high on her chest, and pencil skirts were basically her everyday uniform.

Getting hard around her was inevitable, but I had a job to focus on, and I couldn’t let it get in the way. The job market was brutal, and I was lucky to be employed at all.

I pulled into the parking lot and checked myself in the mirror one last time before stepping out, taking a slow breath to steady myself.

The elevator doors opened, and the familiar scent hit me right away. Warm, exotic, and tropical, like she had been dipped in paradise before coming to work. Aunt Miranda stood a few steps away, typing on her phone. Thick chestnut hair fell over her shoulder in waves, and her outfit was sexy as usual. A tight pencil skirt that hugged her hips and a white blouse with a deep V neck that made her silicone breasts sit high and impossible to ignore. She looked up when she heard my footsteps.

“Ethan.” She smiled slowly, the kind of smile that lifted her high cheekbones and sent heat right to my cock. “You made it.”

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat. “Traffic wasn’t too bad.”

She stepped closer. The scent of her perfume grew stronger, almost dizzying. My cock twitched hard in my pants, and I prayed she wouldn’t notice.

But of course she did. Her eyes flicked down for a split second, then met mine with a look that felt like a secret. She didn’t comment. She didn’t need to. The way she smiled told me everything.

“Let me give you a quick tour,” she said, brushing her hand against my arm as she walked past me.

I followed behind her, watching the way her hips swayed with every step. Every shift of her skirt made me swallow hard. She pointed out rooms, departments, and colleagues, but I barely absorbed a word. I was too busy staring at the curve of her waist, the shape of her thighs, the soft bounce of her boobs each time she turned.

She knew I was looking, but she let me.

We finally stopped outside a small glass-walled office.

“This one is yours,” she said.

I stepped inside. It was clean, modern, and bright, but I barely noticed anything other than her reflection in the glass. She walked in behind me, closed the door, and sat on the edge of my new desk. Her skirt slid up just enough to show a teasing flash of bare thigh.

I sat in the chair because I wasn’t sure what else to do with myself.

“You settling in alright?” she asked.

“I think so,” I said.

She tilted her head, watching me too closely, like she could read every thought going through my mind.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, her voice friendly and warm, like she already knew the answer.

My heart thudded. Her perfume surrounded me. Her thighs were right there.

“Maybe a little,” I admitted.

Her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Good,” she said. “I like it when my new hires keep things interesting.”

She explained to me the work, projects and clients needing help with marketing. She also told me that my mother had bragged about my social media skills and how to reach a larger audience.

“A young hot guy like you is exactly what we need,” she said flirtatiously.

I wasn’t caught off guard by her choice of words. It was just the way she spoke. “I hope I’ll fit in here,” I said.

She crossed her legs, still sitting on top of my desk. “You will, so you know what to do now?”

I nodded.

“Awesome,” she said, standing up on her feet. “If you have any questions, you know where to find me.” She ended the sentence with a wink, and my eyes followed her as she left the room, glued to that heart-shaped ass.

I tried focusing on my work, but it was impossible. Every time I typed a sentence, my mind wandered back to Miranda, and her perfume, her curves, and the way she’d sat on my desk, deliberately flashing her thighs.

I kept shaking it off, telling myself to get it together. On the first day on the job, I was already fighting my own imagination like a problem employee.

An hour passed before the intercom on my desk buzzed.

“Ethan? Mind coming to my office for a moment?”

Her voice alone sent heat climbing up the back of my neck. I stood, straightened my shirt, and walked down the hall. When I stepped inside her office, she was leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, glasses perched low on her nose as she looked over a few printouts.

“Oh, good. Sit,” she said, tapping the chair across from her without looking up.

I sat, trying not to breathe too deeply. She smelled even better in her own office, like her perfume had claimed the space.

Miranda lifted three glossy thumbnail sheets and placed them on the desk between us.

“I need a young male perspective,” she said, sliding them toward me. “We’re producing a marketing campaign for a swimwear line, and the client wants something hot.”

When I looked down, I stiffened. Three promotional shots. All of Miranda, all in a bikini and each one confident in a different way.

My cock twitched as I stared at the images. The first showed Miranda standing confidently with one hand on her hip, the bikini hugging her curves in all the right places. In the second, she was lounging on a beach chair, her lightly tanned cleavage prominently displayed as she gazed at the camera with a sultry expression. But the third, God, the third one, she was bent over slightly, looking over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, her heart-shaped ass perfectly framed by the tiny bikini bottom.

“So?” Miranda asked, leaning forward. “Which one catches your eye? Be honest. That’s why I hired you.”

I tried to form words, but my throat constricted. “The, uh…” I swallowed hard. “The third one would definitely grab attention.”

The words came out hoarse, and I felt heat creeping up my neck.

“The bent-over pose?” she clarified, her eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, unable to look away from her gaze.

“Interesting,” she said, her lips curving into a smile. “I thought so too, but the client wasn’t sure if it was too forward.”

“It’s… hot,” I said.

“That’s exactly what I was going for.” She looked pleased, collecting the photos and tapping them against the desk to align them. “I’m glad to see your marketing instincts are good. And I have to say, I’m a bit surprised by your composure. Most men can barely keep it together when they see these photos.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. The truth was, I was barely keeping it together myself. “I’m just stunned by how confident you look,” I admitted. “Not many executives would model their own campaigns.”

“When you know what you want, you go after it,” she replied, her voice dropping slightly. “I’ve never been shy about using every asset at my disposal.”

She reached for her pen to make a note, but it slipped from her fingers and rolled across the floor, stopping near my feet. “Ethan,” she sighed, pressing a hand to her lower back. “Would you be a dear and grab that for me? My back’s been killing me all morning.”

“Of course,” I said, immediately standing and bending down to retrieve the pen.

As I reached for it, I glanced up and froze. Miranda had shifted in her chair, her legs spreading just enough for me to see up her skirt. The silk of her panties was visibly wet at the center, and the musky scent of her arousal hit me like a fresh breeze, mixing with her perfume in a heady combination that made my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

I grabbed the pen quickly, but not quickly enough to hide the fact that I’d seen everything she wanted me to see.

When I straightened and handed it back to her, her eyes were glittering with amusement and lust.

“Thank you, darling,” she said, crossing her legs again. “Do you mind joining me for lunch later?”

“No,” I said.

“Great,” she said with a wink.

*****

When it was time to go and eat, we ended up at a quiet restaurant just around the corner. Nothing fancy, but classy in the way everything Miranda touched seemed to be. She wore sunglasses on her head and a black blouse now, though it still dipped low enough to remind me of who I was sitting across from.

She’d ordered for both of us before I could even open the menu.

“You’re new,” she said, swirling the straw in her iced tea. “You don’t know what’s good yet.”

The food came. We talked about the office. About how the campaigns worked. She quizzed me a bit, but in a playful way. Then her tone took a personal turn.

“You’re a very poised young man,” she said, resting her chin lightly on her hand. “Most twenty-two-year-olds can’t sit across from me without falling apart.”

I froze, unsure how to respond. Was that a joke or a test?

She smiled at my reaction. “Relax. I meant it as a compliment. There’s a certain beauty to youth, Ethan. You don’t even realize the effect you have.”

“So what effect do I have?”

“I think you saw that when you grabbed my pen,” she said, biting her bottom lip.

Heat rushed to my face, and she just giggled and took another sip of her drink, watching me over the rim.

We were finishing up lunch and dessert when Miranda reached for the remaining cream on the plate. She was about to suck it off her finger, but then it happened. A small drop of cream slipped, landing right between the soft curves of her silicone boobs.

She looked down and let out a breathy little sigh. “Ugh. Of course,” she said, dabbing at the edge of her blouse with a napkin, not actually doing much to fix it. Then she looked at me with a mock-frustrated smile. “Think you can be a good boy and help me out?”

My heart jumped, unsure if she was serious. “You want me to wipe the cream off?”

She tilted her head, lips curving slowly. “Come on. It’s just cream. I won’t bite … unless you want me to.”

I reached for a fresh napkin and leaned in. She didn’t move. If anything, she arched slightly toward me. I dabbed gently, catching the small spot on her skin, but it was impossible not to brush against the swell of her breast. My fingertips tingled as they made contact with her boobs, and they easily jiggled and bounced for the slightest touch. I stared at them, the deep valley of her breasts that I wanted to explore. I felt myself harden instantly beneath the table, and she noticed.

Her eyes flicked down, just for a second, before she leaned back in her chair, completely unfazed. “Thank you,” she said, as I’d just done her a favor in front of the board of directors.

We rose to our feet and headed back to the office. Once we were inside, she turned to look at me. “If you manage to finish that pitch deck by the end of the day,” she said, “I might have a little reward for you.”

Then she turned, walking off slowly in heels that clicked.

*****

It was an hour before the end of my shift, and I was nowhere close to finishing the deck.

The blank slide stared back at me while my brain looped the same image over and over, Miranda’s lips curling into that smile… her wet panties … the warmth of her skin when I cleaned the cream off her tits. Every time I tried to work, another fantasy hijacked the steering wheel.

I checked the time again. Panic started to settle in my chest. If this kept up, I was going to blow the first real opportunity I had. And then I heard the click of heels in the hallway.

I sat up straighter just as Miranda stepped into my office. Her blouse had a few more buttons undone than earlier, the edge of a red bra just barely visible beneath the fabric. Although now she’d painted her lips red and bold.

“Hey,” she said casually, leaning one shoulder against the doorway. “Just checking in. How’s the deck coming along?”

I cleared my throat. Minimizing the window like that would hide how little I’d done. “It’s… not where it should be. I’m sorry. I’ve just been a little—”

She raised a brow. “Distracted?”

I nodded, embarrassed. “Yeah. A bit too much, I think.”

She stepped further into the room, letting the door swing halfway closed behind her. “Was it me who distracted you earlier?”

I opened my mouth and then gave a sheepish shrug. “In a way.”

Miranda’s voice dropped just slightly. “Don’t worry. I get it.”

That surprised me. “What?” I asked, unsure where this was going.

She smiled as I’d just proven her point. “You’re young. Your head’s probably full of all kinds of thoughts.” She glanced down, then back to my eyes. “And if I’m the one making it hard to focus, maybe I should help you ease that tension.”

I blinked. “Wait… help me how?”

She stepped closer, stopping right in front of my desk. Her exotic perfume wrapped around me again, and I felt my skin flush.

“Come with me,” she said, turning slowly and walking back toward the door. “I’ll show you.”

I stood there for a second, heart hammering in my chest. Then I followed her into the office, which was dimly lit, the blinds drawn against the late afternoon sun. Miranda locked the door behind us with a click that seemed to echo in my ears.

“I’ve noticed how you look at me,” she said, closing the distance between us. “All day.”

She was so close now I could feel her breath on my face, warm and sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon. My back hit her desk as she pressed forward, her hand coming up to rest on my chest.

“Have you been checking me out, Ethan?” Her fingers trailed lower, past my stomach, hovering just above my belt. “Your aunt?”

My cock strained painfully against my pants as sweat beaded on my forehead. “N-no,” I stammered, my voice barely audible.

Miranda’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “You’re a terrible liar,” she whispered, her hand finding the outline of my bulge and slowly stroking along its length. “I can feel how hard you are.”

I swallowed hard. “Maybe a little,” I admitted. “But I’ve been trying to focus on work. I really have.”

“I need you to promise me something,” she said, her eyes locking with mine. “Whatever happens in this office stays in this office. And you can’t tell your mother. Ever. Do you understand?”

I nodded, my heart racing. “I promise,” I whispered, not entirely sure what I was agreeing to, but unable to resist the pull of her.

Miranda’s smile widened as she sank to her knees in front of me. Time seemed to slow as her manicured fingers worked my belt buckle, then my zipper.

She tugged my pants and boxers down, freeing my cock. It sprang upward, almost slapping her beautiful face, fully erect and throbbing.

“Oh my,” she giggled, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. “I’ve been such a bad boss, haven’t I? Making you walk around the office like this all day.”

Her thumb traced the sensitive underside as she slowly pulled back my foreskin, studying me with hungry eyes. “It’s the most beautiful, erect cock I’ve ever seen,” she murmured, her breath hot against my sensitive skin.

My cock twitched in response, and she smiled before leaning forward to take me into her mouth. Her lips stretched around my girth as she took me deep, her throat constricting around the most sensitive head.

I couldn’t help myself; my hips began to thrust forward, seeking more of the wet heat of her mouth.

She pulled back, giggling as my wet cock bobbed up and down. “So eager,” she teased, rising to her feet. “Let’s make this hotter.”

She unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Her red bra followed, revealing her perfect silicone breasts: round, firm, and topped with dusky pink nipples that stood at attention.

My jaw dropped at the sight. I reached out, cupping their weight in my hands, feeling their firmness as I brushed my thumbs across her nipples.

Miranda moaned, reaching down to unzip her pencil skirt. It slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, standing before me in nothing but wet panties that matched her discarded bra.

She hooked her thumbs in the sides and slowly pulled it down, revealing her pussy, perfectly groomed with just a thin strip of dark hair above her lips. Her labia were flushed pink and glistening with arousal, her entrance visibly wet as if waiting for my cock.

“Do you see what you do to me?” she whispered, perched on the edge of her desk. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs wide, exposing herself completely to my gaze. “I’ve been soaked all day thinking about this.”

“So have I.”

She crooked a finger at me. “I’ve been teasing you mercilessly,” she said, her voice husky. “Now it’s time for you to unleash all that tension. Ravage me, Ethan.”

I stepped between her spread thighs, positioning myself at her pussy. I wasn’t the most experienced man. I took my lipstick-smeared cock and rubbed the head around her honey-covered lips till I found the hole. Once the head was inside, I sighed in relief. Then with one hard thrust, I slid into her pink depths till I bottomed out with her thighs against my abdomen. I sighed in relief, feeling her wet, snug walls hugging my shaft perfectly.

“Oh god,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”

I lost myself in her body, pounding into her with an intensity I’d never felt before. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the office, punctuated by her moans and my grunts. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

Her pussy squeezed me for every thrust, her natural lubricants making her channel even slicker. When I glanced down, my cock rapidly disappeared again and again inside her, coming out wet and slick, and when I glanced up, her tits bounced up and down. She had to squeeze them together, deepening the cleavage, so they didn’t slap her face as I ravaged her sweet, mature pussy. Jesus, my aunt was a hot milf.

“I’m coming,” she gasped, her inner walls clenching around me, the friction becoming too intense. She arched her back, throwing her head back as she let out an earth-shattering moan of pleasure, squeezing her boobs as hard as she could. “Oh, Ethan!” Then I felt the flood of her juices, gushing out of her pussy.

I pounded into her five more times, and then my cock was so sensitive that with a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and exploded, pumping rope after rope of hot cum into her unprotected depths.

I sighed in relief, slowing down my thrusts and milking the orgasm till I came to a halt. Then I pulled out, seeing her pussy gape open before closing, some of my cum trickling down her lips.

Miranda giggled as she felt my semen, reaching down to grasp my still-hard cock and pulling it so I fell on top of her. She pulled me close for a deep, passionate kiss, tongues twirling and breath mingling.

She slowly came off my lips, saliva stretching from lip to lip. “Will you work now?” she asked against my lips, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I nodded, still catching my breath. “Yes. I’ll work for you. Whatever you need.”

Her smile was satisfied as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Good boy,” she whispered.

We stayed like that for several minutes, my softening cock pressed against her vagina, her arms wrapped around my neck. Finally, she pushed me back gently and slid off the desk.

“Clean yourself up,” she said, tossing me a box of tissues from her desk drawer. “Then go finish that deck. I expect it to be really good.”

“I won’t disappoint you,” I said and meant it.