Katie is a good employee

Katie couldn’t stop herself. She didn’t want to stop herself.

Kissing Andrew felt too good. It was so satisfying, so thrilling, so arousing, and it really felt like she was finally doing her duty as his employee. She was being a good employee. She was a good…

Ever since her realization back at the store, Katie couldn’t keep her lips off Andrew.

They made out in full public display while they waited for the cab. She gingerly and lustfully kissed his neck as he spoke to the taxi driver. And in the hotel elevator they even missed their floor because they were too busy tasting each other’s tongues.

When they finally made it into Andrew’s hotel room, they quickly found themselves back on the couch where Katie’s promiscuous dance with the grey area of infidelity began.

She had been so naïve then. She didn’t care if other people felt like kissing was cheating... she knew better. She was just being a good employee and satisfying her animal instinct at the same time.

They weren’t having sex. There was no danger of that. Their clothes were staying on, and they weren’t touching each other intimately.

Not directly, at least.

Sure, Katie’s hand was diligently stroking his erection, but it was through his pants and boxers. And yeah, Andrew’s hands liberally roamed her body, but she was sure to stop him before he went too far.

Touching her bare shoulder was fine, his hand in her hair felt magical, but trying to go up her skirt or under her corset was crossing the line. She was more than willing to let him cop a feel of her breasts or her butt through the clothing, though, because he was just showing how much he appreciated the assets she brought as an employee.

And she really enjoyed the pleasure she felt whenever he incidentally stimulated her nipples. She stopped fighting back her moans of pleasure after the first few times he accidentally did it, and now she openly enjoyed it. After all, her brain was going to instinctively seek out pleasure, so why deny it? Her moans also served to encourage Andrew to play with her breasts more, which is something that she knew he enjoyed. It really seemed that giving into her desires was helping her become a better employee.

Katie was beginning to lose herself in the feedback loop they created. She'd feel his erection twitch and get excited that she was making her boss’s life better, so she'd press her body closer to him, he'd increase his attention on her breast and consequently her nipple which would cause her to moan while kissing him, and then his erection would pulse again under her hand. Before she knew it, they were fully laying on the couch with her on top of him, her panties were soaked and her nipples were painfully pressing against the fabric of her corset.

It all seemed to be going so well. She knew he had to be close to finishing and then she could take care of herself in her room once more, a perfect plan, but then he pulled his hands off her body and he stopped her from stroking. Katie lifted her head up, unfortunately breaking her lips from his. She knew he hadn't orgasmed yet: she hadn't felt the familiar tensing of his muscles or the rhythmic pulse of his erection.

“What's wrong?” she asked. Andrew looked back at her with his frosty blue eyes. He looked unsure and even insecure. She wondered in dismay if he was going to call an end to it. Her mind began to spin wondering if her relationship with Jake was eating away at him like it had consumed her for the majority of the day.

“I don't want to… cum in my pants again…” he said.

“Oh…” Katie replied. She was relieved that he wasn't worried about her engagement, but she was still disheartened that they had to stop. She began to lift herself off of Andrew.

“We don't have to stop,” he quickly added, “It's just messy, and I can't really bring anything to the cleaners while we're here.”

Katie was sitting up completely at this point. Her body was aflame with passion, she really didn't want to stop either, but if she wasn't going to get him to… cum, then could she still excuse this as her duty as an employee? It could be, if he told her to keep kissing him, that way she'd just be following her boss's orders, but she'd need to hear him say it first.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, hoping he would give her the answer she needed.

“I want you to jack off my cock directly,” he replied. He still looked unsure of himself (for once he couldn't look her in the eyes), but his voice sounded so commanding and authoritative, almost like it was rehearsed. Katie felt herself wanting to obey. She felt her body beg her to follow his orders. It felt so tempting to just let go and let her hands reach for his belt like they wanted. He was her boss and it was her job to make his life better and to do what he wanted…

But…

But of all the grey area of infidelity through which she had recently waded, one thing felt very sure: directly touching each other's genitals was out of the question. Even if Jake never found out about a single thing that happened at the convention, Katie knew she couldn't live with herself if she ever cheated on him.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. She didn't want to disobey her boss, but she couldn't do what he wanted. She couldn't cross that line...

Katie began to shake her head.

“I’m sorry, Andrew,” she began to say as she tried to maintain her composure. His face quickly reflected a feeling of frustration which only made her feel worse. “I-I can't. There are some boundaries we just shouldn't cross…” Andrew began to sit up from his position on the couch. His visibly upset demeanor made Katie want to explain more. “I love making out with you, we can do that as much as you want, and I'm OK with getting you off especially since I'm often the cause of your… arousal.” By this point, Andrew was completely upright and looking intently as Katie spoke, but she couldn't bear to look him in the eyes. She felt like she was rambling, but she needed to get her point across. “I just think we need to keep our clothes on.”

Finally, she was able to look at Andrew again, at his irresistible eyes. There was a decidedly upset look on his face, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She needed to know what he was thinking.

“Are you mad?” she meekily asked.

Andrew thought for a moment, a moment that felt like an eternity to Katie, before replying, "No, I'm not mad." He appeared pensive even as his eyes pierced through her. Katie felt herself melt under his icy gaze. Even though she felt horrible about declining his request, horrible that she wasn’t able to make his life better in that moment, something about the way he looked at her brought her comfort. She trusted him to guide them both out of this jungle of discontent.

"Since we both know it’s best to be open and honest," he continued.

Katie felt her mouth mimic his movements as he said, open and honest.

"I will admit that I’m a little disappointed."

The word struck her like a cannon ball. Katie felt awful that she had disappointed her boss. He was the last person she would ever want to let down. The weight of his words made her feel like she was deflating, but Andrew must have noticed because he softly placed his hand under her chin and began pulling her face closer to his.

"Hey, that doesn’t mean we need to stop doing this," he said before placing a soft, sensual kiss upon her lips.

Katie felt her body kick in autonomously. Any thoughts she had of inadequacy quickly flew out the window, but the kiss was over just as quickly as it started because Andrew pulled away.

"I just have to go use the bathroom quickly," he said softly and calmly. "And then we can get right back to it, okay?"

Katie nodded her head. She still felt bad, but hopeful that she hadn’t completely blundered her job. She watched Andrew stand from the couch and walk to the bathroom, grabbing his phone off the TV stand as he did.

In the wake of Andrew's absence, Katie felt doubt begin to percolate once again. Without the warmth of his body and without the reassurance of his frosty gaze, she began to worry about her confidence as an employee. Was she letting her emotions interfere too much? She wanted to be a good employee—his good employee—and she knew it was only natural for her to seek pleasure through it all. But at what point would it become a problem? She knew that kissing Andrew, making out with him, satisfied both ends. It made his life better, and it helped her satisfy her urges. But if it resulted in him wanting more, would it lead to frustration and resentment if she couldn't deliver?

She thought about what he said. He didn’t want to cum in his pants. He wanted her to stroke his cock directly. It made her feel uncomfortable—not just the words he used, but how he said it. Yes, he seemed unsure of himself at first, but it was as if he didn’t know how she was going to react to his request. He had no problem saying the words themselves, and speaking vulgarly in front of her, to her. He’d have no problem saying it again.

And if he asked her again, she’d have to say no. She’d have to say, "No, I won't stroke your cock," or "No, you can't cum on me."

"No, I won't suck your dick."

A brief glimpse flashed in her mind of giving her boss a blowjob, as if it was something she had dreamed about before. She felt her body react accordingly; her groin pulsed with heat, and she felt it begin to lubricate once again. Blowjobs were never something she enjoyed. She had given Jake a few before, but they were for special occasions. They were only for him. But something about the idea of licking her boss’s shaft, sucking on it slowly and sensually, kissing it all over... it felt so wonderfully submissive.

A shiver ran through her body. Too bad she would never experience it. Their clothes were staying on. She was adamant about that.

She heard the bathroom door click open and looked up to see Andrew exiting with his phone in hand. He placed it back on the TV stand where he had gotten it, but he didn’t come directly back to join Katie on the couch. Instead, he said, “You know, Katie, I was thinking. Don’t you agree that a few layers of clothing won’t effectively change what we’ve been doing?”

The comment took Katie by surprise, and she felt obligated to understand what he meant. Of course, she absolutely agreed with what he said, but she needed to figure out why she agreed with him. On the surface, what he said was completely preposterous. Being nude absolutely changed what they had done together. Making out with each other with their clothes on? Well, they were just two adults seeking pleasure in a mundane task. Sensually kissing each other while naked? That was an obvious precursor to sex. Even the lotus embrace they had performed earlier that day was entirely less innocent if their clothes were removed.

Katie could see, however, that an argument could be made for removing Andrew’s pants and stroking him through his boxers, but he had made it pretty clear that he intended for his c—his erection—to be out in the open. Besides, why would he have mentioned a few layers of clothing if he only meant one? Katie thought about that for a moment. 'Few' was a pretty nebulous word. Usually, it meant three, but it could also mean two, or even more than four... but it was usually three, right?

She wondered what things they had done together that would still be essentially the same with three fewer layers of clothing. Making out? She was adamant that he’d be crossing a line by getting his hands under her clothes, so losing them would change that completely. And she knew that stroking his erection was perfectly harmless through his pants and boxers but bordering on cheating without them.

Then an idea struck her. Of course! It made so much sense! She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before, but then again, Andrew had only just come up with the idea himself, and he was usually pretty smart about these kinds of things.

Katie blinked, her eyes feeling dry for a moment, but the sensation quickly disappeared when she saw Andrew looking back at her with his stunning gaze. A smile crossed her lips as she looked up at him.

"Of course, Andrew," she said amorously, "you're completely right." She rose from the couch and approached him. Her heels had been tossed aside during their previous romp, so he seemed to tower above her, but she could still easily reach the collar of his dress shirt with her hands. "Let's get you out of these clothes," she said.

By the expression on his face, Andrew seemed pleasantly shocked that she agreed, and he remained still as she began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. One by one, she opened each button, revealing a bit more of his chest in the process, while his pale blue eyes watched her intently. She had never seen Andrew without a shirt on, and even though his physique wasn't what she normally looked for in men, she felt herself grow more excited with every extra inch of skin she revealed. She knew his piercing eyes would pick up on the growing crimson of her blushing cheeks.

Once her hands reached a button lower than her own chest, she pulled herself toward him and locked her lips against his. Their tongues immediately met in a passionate dance as they continued where they had left off. Katie felt her heart pound with excitement, her hands worked diligently on the buttons of his shirt. She felt him reach around to embrace her back, but once she had pulled his shirt free from his pants and unfastened the final button, his arms fell to his sides to allow her to remove it.

Katie sidled in closer to Andrew, placing her hands on his bare chest before sliding them up and guiding his shirt off his shoulders, then down his arms and back. With his shirt removed, she had just one obstacle remaining. Her hands slid down his torso while their tongues continued their fervent kiss. She felt his abdomen shudder and twitch under her touch, revealing the existence of muscles that were normally hidden. Her hands reached his belt, gingerly unfastening it before turning their attention to his fly.

She could tell by the tent in his pants that his erection was rock hard with excitement. When she finished with the clasp and zipper of his pants, Katie broke from their kiss. She hooked her fingers inside his waistband and began lowering his pants, squatting down in the process. When his erection sprang from its confines, Katie's face was already at its height and she couldn't help but gaze with unbridled fascination.

It was the first time she had seen a penis other than Jake's in years, and it had been the subject of many of her fantasies recently. It wasn't any bigger than Jake's, but it was impressive nonetheless. Outside of its confines, it was much bigger and prouder than she would have guessed from stroking it through his pants. She had to admire, as well, that Andrew groomed the area. While Jake had never bothered to do so and Katie certainly never complained, she had to admit that it certainly made it look more appealing. The tip glistened with its natural lubrication and an aromatic musk infiltrated her nose in a way that made her want to lean forward and lick it for a taste.

Of course, she didn't do that. She knew better than to give in to her desires like that, but the idea, the mere thought, sent a wave of arousal through her body that made her drip in anticipation. She stood from her position and pulled in close to Andrew once again. His long, proud erection pressed against her belly, separated by the fabric of her bustier.

She extended her feet and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear, "Go sit on the couch, Mister."

Andrew flashed her a smile and then quickly moved past, kicking his pants and boxers off to the side as he did. Before turning to face the couch, Katie closed her eyes to steel her nerves. She wanted to make sure this didn't go further than it should. She wanted to make sure the logical portion of her mind would stay in control, no matter how much she wanted more. When she was ready, Katie glanced over her shoulder to make sure her boss was watching. He sat in the middle of the couch with his arms spread open and resting on the backrest. His erection stood proud and tall, excitedly awaiting Katie's touch.

After flashing him a wry smile, Katie's hands grabbed at the little built-in belt that cinched up her skirt and unfastened it. She slowly and sensually pulled her skirt over her butt and down her legs. She could have just let it fall to the floor, but it was more fun to bend at the waist and give Andrew a good show. With her skirt removed, Katie stood up slowly and turned to face her boss. She felt really sexy wearing only her corset bustier and a tiny thong in a matching colour.

She approached Andrew and straddled his lap with her knees finding purchase in the couch cushions on either side of him. His trembling erection stood a fraction of an inch from her pubis. His tantalizingly cold eyes were drawn to Katie's heaving breasts, expertly on display in her burgundy corset.

"Is this what you had in mind?" she asked breathily.

"I'm not sure," he replied cautiously, "But I'm not complaining." He grabbed her breasts and immediately found her nipples through the cloth. Katie moaned slowly and he brought his head forward to kiss the bare flesh above the top of her corset.

"That feels nice," she whispered before gently grabbing his head and lifting it up. His eyes met hers and Katie felt herself shiver in delight. "But you're distracting me," she continued "I'm here to take care of you."

She brought her lips down to meet his and at the same time moved her hips forward so her wet sex pressed firmly against his manhood. She was separated from his throbbing erection by only the fabric of her damp panties, and it felt amazing. In her modified lotus pose his shaft pressed pleasantly against her sensitive clitoris. She had already given it a workout earlier in the day, but it was tingling, excited, and ready to go.

Without breaking from their kiss, Katie began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding herself along his turgid shaft. A small, low groan from Andrew encouraged her to keep going, although she probably would have continued anyway. It felt so good to grind against him and feel his erection stroke against her lips. Each time she rocked forward, her clitoris rubbed too, sending a flutter of pleasure through her body. At some point, Andrew's hands wandered down and grabbed her butt, encouraging her further. She loved that he felt comfortable to show how much he appreciated her butt. The combination of his consistent moans, the gentle guidance his hands gave, and the rhythmic pleasure she received from grinding him, made Katie lose track of everything. The world faded away, time stood still, and thoughts of her fiance dissipated into the pleasure. All that existed was an employee pleasing her boss and seeking pleasure at the same time. She was being a good employee. She was Andrew's good-

"Oh fuck," hissed Andrew, breaking off from their kiss. Katie's head nestled in beside his as she kept grinding. She heard his ragged breath in her ear. It felt good. She loved how good it felt. She loved being his good-

"I'm going to cum," he said. The word tumbled through Katie's head. Cum. He was going to cum. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to cum all over his belly. It would be good.

"I want you to cum," she hissed back.

It was a simple word, but one she had never used before. Cum. She wanted him to cum. She wanted his erection to erupt into a fountain of cum. She wanted his cum to get all over both of them. Having her boss cum would be a good reward for all her hard work. A reward for a good employee.

She felt something well up inside her too.The pleasure, the connection, the rhythm, the thoughts of Andrew cumming, it was all building to a crescendo. Katie wanted to cum too.

She was close. It'd be a good reward for her. A good reward for a good employee. She could-

"Fuck..." Andrew groaned beside her ear. His body tensed up. His hands grabbed on tightly to her butt. Katie felt his erection pulse rhythmically underneath her. He was cumming. Katie had made him cum. And all that good gooey cum was spreading between them. And she was a good employee for making him cum. She was his good employee. She-

"Call me a good girl," she barked at him. Her hips were moving at a feverish rate as she continued to grind into him. She felt her panties begin to grow damp with a different fluid. No doubt his cum.

"What?" he asked breathlessly. His orgasm was coming to a fast end. He was all out of cum.

"Say I'm a good girl." she hissed back. Katie was ****. She was so close. She just- she just- she just needed to hear those words.

She needed to hear Andrew say those words.

Andrew groaned in pleasure, then whispered in her ear, "Good girl."

Katie felt her passion explode. Her once rhythmic hips spasmed as she ground her clitoris into Andrew's erection. She may have screamed, she may have groaned, she may have whimpered, but she couldn't tell. She closed her eyes and saw white as a flood of pleasure washed over her body. In her mind, she repeated one phrase over and over: "I'm a good girl. I'm his good girl. I'm a good girl. I'm his good girl."

When Katie finally arose from her orgasmic stupor, she shuddered in satisfaction. She picked her body up from where it collapsed on top of Andrew and felt the ropes of his ejaculate, his semen, his cum stick between them. Just seeing that made her want to go again. She wanted to be a good girl for Andrew again, but she knew he was spent and she knew that any more would go beyond a simple favor for her boss. His eyes looked back at her half-lidded and his erection was slowly shrinking. Katie smiled at Andrew and gave him one more slow and sensual kiss.

"I'm not sure this will be any easier to clean up," she softly giggled.

Andrew opened his cerulean eyes fully and smiled back. "It's nothing a shower and a washcloth won't fix." He looked down at her corset, the bottom of which had a healthy layer of cum on it. "Oh, sorry about that." he said.

"It's OK," she said cheerfully before dismounting from her boss, "I'll just bring it to the cleaners when I take yours!" she laughed.

Andrew chuckled but a chime from his phone distracted him. He stood from the couch and checked it while Katie put her pleated skirt back on.

"Don't do that yet," he said once he noticed Katie redressing. He set his phone back on the TV stand. "Come shower with me."

Katie chuckled. Classic Andrew trying his less-than-subtle come-ons. "A few layers of clothing is one thing, Andrew, but getting completely naked together is crossing a line. I'm still an engaged woman, y'know."

"Fair enough," said Andrew. Katie was actually expecting some resistance from him so she was pleasantly surprised at his concession. "We're supposed to watch a marketing video from a brand that has a presentation tomorrow. I was going to suggest we watch it together, but since we're both going to cleanup, if I send it to you, will you watch it tonight?"

Katie grabbed her heels from the floor and let them dangle in her hand. She walked over to Andrew and gave him a quick kiss." Of course. " she said when she drew away.

Andrew shared her smile." Great. Just make sure you're ready for bed before you watch it. OK?"

"Sure thing, but why?"

“Just trust me. And make sure you're in bed too when you watch it. Can you do that?" He looked concerned and serious, but she could definitely do that. Those were easy orders to follow.

"Of course,” she said before letting go and walking towards the door.

"Good girl.”