It's Good to be the Boss

Derailed from your train of thought. "Sharon, What a nice surprise." At the thought of having another unaware but soon to be very willing play toy present itself.

Sharon's mind was on fire trying to find the words to express the anger boiling in her as she bolted towards your desk and slaps you right across the face as hard as she can. "YOU SONOVABITCH!" She screamed. "KAREN BROKE OFF HER ENGAGEMENT AND SHE'S QUITTING HER PRACTICE SO SHE CAN MOVE IN WITH YOU!!

Shocked at being struck. "WHOA, what the hell are you talking about?!?" Feeling the heat from the strike.

Flaying hers arms madly. "She's cancelled her engagement! She's been engaged for three years, three years!! What did you say to her?"

Racing back over Olivia's wedding. It's all sort of fuzzy from being both drunk and fuck drunk but you don't remember changing anything. You just fucked Olivia for the ceremony, and then under the bride's dining table and then again in the janitor's closet with her mother Sheryl. You fucked Simone and her mother a few times with Simone's father holding their clothes. There was the cute as a button serving girl you fucked onto the wedding cake as she wheeled it out. A really hot black chick at the bar, damn what was her name, who gave you a really wicked blowjob. Then there was a few of Olivia's cuter sorority sisters at a table with Karen. A few smiles and some snaps and their dresses came off. Fucking Karen every way you wanted and in the end leaving her and the others exhausted and begging for rest but you fucked them again for good measure. "Uh we didn't really talk much."

Sharon explodes with rage. "YOU SAID SOMETHING!!" And begins to spew a diatribe of insults that you couldn't really help except to sit there amused and take it as you look over Sharon body. Without wanting to move too much from your desk, you reached out and softly fondle Sharon's tits through her top.

"Are you even listening to me, dammit!" Bolting around the desk, Sharon pulls the chair away with one hand while the other balled into fist to hit you again....and freezes. All of her anger, every bit of hate that was in her mind vanished in an instant like breath on a mirror only be replaced by a cold **** void. Her eyes darted down <oh god it's....it's.....>. Her clenched fist clenched tighter digging the nails into the palm of hand almost drawing blood as her body felt a million butterflies suddenly appeared and flew around her insides then an instant later raced down between her legs setting it on fire.

You never get bored seeing this happen. Sharon was standing there in front of you now totally mute. For a second she had a face of absolute rage that melted into a face of shock as her eyes widen while her mouth opened wide with her tongue drooling as it slid out in lust. She nearly doubles over as you see her body spams as her breath escapes her.

You can't decide exactly what made Sharon freeze up. Could it be the 'Pop' sound your cock made when it was pulled out of Heather's mouth as she was sucking it? Or was it seeing your cock head covered with spit swaying back and forth only to seemingly point itself at Sharon sensing new strange?

Picking up Heather's clothes from the floor and helping her out from under your desk. "Go and clean yourself up. You have to look proper in my front office. " All the while Heather never looked away from your cock. "Go on." Smacking her ass, Heather sadly makes her way to the door when Matt bolts in.

"I'm sorry Ni..Mr. Davros! Sharon didn't mean to barge in."

Feeling devious. "Have a seat Matt....now." Then turning your attention to Sharon. "Sharon, do you realize how much trouble your husband is in for what you did to me?" You can see Sharon trembling with you standing so close to her. She tries to take hold of your manhood but you swat her hand away with each try and softly whisper into her ear. "Take your top off, show me your tits." Without hesitation the top came off quickly followed by her bra. You firmly hold Sharon by the back of her neck and drag her down to her knees as you take your seat. The excitement in her eyes as her face is so dangerously close to your cock. Her tongue darting about trying to get a taste of it.

Looking at Matt squirm. "Your wife burst into my office and assaulted me for something she thought I did to her sister at the wedding. Did I do anything wrong?"

"N.n.no sir." Matt replied.

Feeling the anger building up inside you. "Is this how you let your wife go about slapping people for no reason? You're so busy ball tapping the guys, you've lost control of your wife. I bet it's been awhile since you've fucked her properly. Sharon, when was the last time you were fucked?"

No reply. Forcing Sharon's head until her eyes finally meets yours. "Sharon, when were you last fucked?

All Sharon ever wanted was right in front of her. The smell of Heather's spit mixed with cum filled her nose as a million electric ants crawled across her skin making their way to her pussy. The sight of it just made her hornier by the second. It was then she finally heard Nick say something about fuck and replied. "Why didn't you fuck me at the wedding?"

Laughing on the inside. "Dammit Matt! Look at your wife! Be a man and take your dick out and fuck her, now!"

Meekly, Matt gets up and tries to pull out his dick while you position Sharon on top of the desk. As you move closer towards her, Sharon smiles and opens her legs for you. When you step aside to let her husband go between her legs, she starts to close them. Wagging your finger no, Sharon spreads them as you nudge Matt. Matt sheepishly looks to Sharon and fumbles his insertion until he finally gets it in and tries to get a rhythm started.

As Matt meekly fucks his wife. You stand behind him to the side and begin to jack off. Sharon's face can't hide her **** glare at you manhood. With each stroke of your rod, she squirms in time with your stroking which throws Matt's fucking off. You can't help but laugh at Sharon's desperation for wanting you while being fucked by her husband.

Smiling with arms to the side and your manhood up high. "Sharon, would you like some of this?"

In the next instant, Sharon shrugs Matt out of her and curls one leg inside placing her foot squarely on his chest and shoves her husband away into the nearby wall. Her legs trembling as you nestle between them. "Would like like me to fuck you Sharon?"

Practically frothing at the mouth. "fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme"

"Ok, here it goes." Letting your tip scrape her pussy lips, Sharon entire body knots up as she braces herself.

Then she hears the sound of a zipper. Sharon opens her eyes and to her utter horror she sees you getting dressed.

"NONONONONONO! Please Nick I need this! PLEAAASE NIC..MR DAVROS!" Sharon balls up sobbing into her knees. "please...fuck...me."

Facing Matt. "Get back to work....NOW!"

Heading for the door as fast as he can. "Yes sir."

Stepping back from Sharon as she sobs. "We're done. Get dressed now."

Slowly Sharon uncurls from the desk, her eyes and cheeks red and tear stained. After pulling up her panties and jeans, Sharon reaches down for her bra and shirt. You tell her. "No, leave them off."

With a look of dismay. "why?"

Sternly pointing your finger towards the door. "I want you to walk through the office and then make your way home topless. If anyone asks you why. I want you to say I'm being punished for hitting Nick. And from now on when I call for you, you will drop whatever you're doing. I don't care if you're in the middle of getting fucked by your husband. You WILL come to me and do whatever I want. Is that clear?"

Dropping her head, Sharon could only nod yes and slowly walk out of your office with tearing eyes.

When the door closes, you burst with the rush of power coursing through you while straightening you suit and tie. "That was fun! Time to rally the troops."

Heather chimes in on the intercom. "Sir you have a call on line one."