New Employee

I'm the Boss, but that's more or less true, because, ultimately, it's not me who chooses the staff.The selection comes from central areas, and even being the one who leads the sector, they hardly let you express your opinion.Only once could I reject a proposal because by chance, I found a psychological report on the web that didn't favor their candidacy.
This time the election seemed right to me, his curriculum was adequate, and his presence was more than interesting.
So then, before judging me, know that it's not I who chooses the personnel.
I'm in my office, doing my job, and it was she who gave me the stare.
At that moment, I assumed they were just my own thoughts, that every time he looked at me with those honey-colored eyes and nibbled on the pen, it was pure coincidence or a reflex action.
But every time I raised my gaze, there she was, playing with the birome, or lifting her arms to tie up her hair, always with her mouth half-open, showing that white-framed dental arch set in those voluptuous lips.
That is the word.
Sensual... that makes you feel sensuality and from there satisfaction in the pleasure that senses provide.
I must confess then that those plump, red lips were awakening in me a heat that I was struggling to conceal with difficulty.
Until one morning I got tired of lowering my gaze every time I felt her gaze fixed on me.
I couldn't be that 'the new one' was searching for me so insistently. It must have been my own ideas or the pure heat that woke me up from that mouth.
In any case, I'm the boss, and bosses don't mess with employees. It's always a mess, and I'm a very responsible guy. Where you eat, you don't poop, my grandmother used to say.
Until I held her gaze one morning. I wanted to see how far I could take this provocative girl with my provocation.
And far from being intimidated, he held my gaze with ferocity until he got up from his desk and started walking towards my office.
The very slut, wasn't just challenging me. She was trying to drive me crazy.
What I didn't suspect was that I would run into you.
He stood up, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, and walked towards me
Hey boss... can I ask you a favor?
Tell me
Stop looking at me because I can't concentrate on the spreadsheets she asked me to finish today
I thought you were looking at me, sorry
-If I'm being honest, I was staring at you. Already enough distraction with you being there, so I wouldn't need to hold your gaze on top of that. If I keep getting distracted, I'll have to stay late after hours.
And the very slut came out of the office, without waiting for any response, moving her ass wrapped in those stockings long enough to be decent, short enough to be sensual. Barely two fingers above the knee.
He left me with my mouth open, and I tried to concentrate on my work.
I always stayed in the office until the last one left, and today wouldn't be an exception either.
It was seven o'clock in the evening when Lorena -that's what they call the lady in question- entered the office.
I think I'm done, look at the time it's become because of her fault
I'm sorry very much, it wasn't my intention
I know, Daddy... one can't walk through life controlling all the temptations
-Did you finish with the spreadsheets?
-Yes. I'd like you to review them, to see if I can go.
-Just go, I'll review them and leave them corrected on your desk
-And if I don't want?
-And if you don't want what thing?
To leave
There were no more words, because I couldn't say anything else.
Not because he was a man of few words, but because he hadn't stopped talking, when I was already on top of him, treating me to those crimson lips and flooding my mouth with his tongue.
I am a big man, and I have a thousand battles, but the warmth of her saliva made me levitate. I closed my eyes, stopped thinking, and felt the lady's hands on my shirt, unbuttoning it for me.
Whispered barely
Someone's going in
I made sure to lock the door
Those were the words that untied any remaining tie that could still hold me back. Everything I had contained spilled out, like papers on the desk that ended up on the floor, and with the field free, I took her by the waist, sat her down at the table, and put my hand under her skirt, just to take off her underwear and put it back on.
I pushed my mouth between her thighs. The smell of her body intoxicated me. And I started doing what I knew best. I slowly sucked her pussy at a desperate pace. I let my breath settle on her clitoris, and I licked around its entire contour.
It started to moan, and say incoherent words, and orgasm, when my tongue threatened to penetrate her.
Her hands were caressing my neck, and my tongue was making circles over her clitoris. She was twisting.
What son of a slut! I knew you were a pussy sucker! Grab me, faggot, grab me now!
But I wasn't willing to stop. I kept going with my tongue game, lips, and barely touched it with just one finger so he could feel a little more.
-Suck me, son of a thousand whores, you're going to make me come
My hands stopped on her breasts. I felt her nipples hard and pressed them gently while pushing my tongue into her interior.
Her belly hardened.
Her mouth presented itself in the most sensual way I've ever seen a mouth. It puffed out making an enormous O, and she arched her back.
-yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, don't stop please, yes, yes
It seemed he was doing well, because he stopped annoying me and encouraged me. But his voice had changed. He was now speaking from the deepest part of himself. It wasn't her. The electricity had already started to run through his body. He was all tense.
He exhaled a very intense, guttural, almost animal-like groan when the orgasm finally left his body.
Flooded my mouth with her juices, and she collapsed on the desk.
-Now pay attention to me. Gather your things and go, I'll review the bills and leave them on your desk for tomorrow
He obeyed.