Only strong men get to boss me around
Trevor pulled up outside the office, near enough to the entrance, but under the trees. The thick leaves and branches provided a natural canopy from the intense sun.
“You can go home, you know.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I got a few movies I can watch on my phone.”
“What if you need to use the bathroom?”
“I can pee behind a tree. It’s the weekend, no one will be about.”
“Only if you’re sure. I don’t want to put you out.” I put my hands over my eyes and squinted at the sun. Even with the car running idly with the air-con on, I could feel the heat roasting me on the other side of the window glass. “I’ll try not to be too long.”
“Yeah, no worries,” my husband said, fishing his phone out, pressing the Netflix app. “I’ll be fine.”
I took in a breath, opened the door and tried to get into the office as quickly as possible.
I was glad that the building had elevators. The office space Charles rented was near the top and I didn’t have the energy to climb the stairs.
Not when I was seven months pregnant.
The building was practically empty. I waved to a few other people I vaguely recognised but didn’t know — they worked at other small companies occupying the same building. Guess they had the unfortunate luck of being roped into doing work over the weekend.
It was anything but unfortunate for me.
Charles texted me out of the blue. He asked me to come to work today. He made it clear I was to wear a sundress, not my usual office attire. Not that I would fit into my regular clothes now. I felt like a beach ball.
“Jenna! So glad you came,” Charles smiled as he opened the door for me and led me into his office. There was no one around except for us two, it seemed.
“You summoned me?”
“And I shall be forever be grateful, beautiful minion. Can you look at the itinerary for Shanghai? I can’t make head nor tail of it.”
I shook my head, feigning shock, but secretly I was glad to do some work. Something, anything. Trevor was running rings around me like a headless chicken, making sure that the only thing I was to do was rest and grow the baby inside me.
“Yes, looks like Sharon made a complete hash of it,” I said as I flipped through the documents quickly.
“Becky. It’s Becky now.”
“I can’t keep up with the temp helpers.”
“Well, whose fault is it that my brightest and bestest had to up and go get pregnant, leaving me to deal with all this?” he said, making a theatrical, exasperated display with his hands. We both know that was not true. He poured his heart and soul into his company and only recently his efforts were starting to show results. I was simply along for the ride, watching the highs and the lows of the company. We were a small paper printing outfit, but Charles worked damn hard to be able to compete with the bigger players.
“Charles, you’re the one who gave me maternity leave.”
“You deserve it. Besides, it’d be illegal not to.”
“Touché. I’d love a glass of wine, but I can’t drink on the job and while I’m pregnant.”
“The finest glass of sparking tap water it is.”
“You spoil me.”
Charles came back a few minutes later, and by then I had figured out there wasn’t as many knots to unravel. I had no qualms about sitting in his chair, with the paperwork spread out across his desk. Maybe half an hour, a few calls Charles could make to our partners in Shanghai, and we could be done in an hour.
“Thank you,” I said as I took the water and sipped. “There’s a few things to go over, but nothing too major to iron out.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” he smiled. “You look great by the way.”
“I look like a sweaty balloon,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much I was perspiring. Charles however, looked cool as a cucumber. Not a bead of sweat dripped from him, despite wearing a shirt and waistcoat. I liked that about him. He was the boss, and he could’ve come in with something more casual. But no, he liked to feel like a professional when he was in work. There was something really sexy about an older man who was as focused and ambitious as he was.
Plus it didn’t hurt that he was a real silver fox. White curled and short hair. A brilliant and well groomed beard. And a pair of icy blue eyes that looked like sapphires in the middle of a snowstorm.
And when he gazed at me… God, it was like he was looking right into my soul. Or taking my clothes off with his eyes.
“You are looking a little… glowing… I must admit.”
“Too cheap to have the aircon on?”
“God, this heat wave is relentless. But no, I have it on in the entire office just for you.”
“You spoil me,” I teased.
“Still,” he sighed, “not nearly enough to push back this oppressive heat.”
I felt a drop of sweat run down the front of my neck, nestling in the valley between my breasts. I wore a thin yellow sundress, patterned with daisies, and I was sure Charles was sneaking glances. Not that I minded.
“Here, let me help you,” Charles said suddenly. He leaned forward and he was so close I could smell his cologne, a woodsy scent mixed in with his own heated masculine musk.
His hands reached out from behind me, his beard lightly grazing the side of my ear. His fingers curled around the top-most button and started unbuttoning me.
“Charles…” I said, not sure if I moaned it out.
“Shush, it’s too hot. I’m not about to let a pregnant lady suffer any more than is necessary.”
My own sordid thoughts were temporarily scuppered by his words. I forgot he was a kind and considerate man too. I was a woman in my third trimester, what could I possibly be thinking?
But his fingers descended, continuing down their unbuttoning path, past the swell of my breasts. My shoulders stiffened, and I gasped as his wrists grazed over my nipples.
“You’re going too far down,” I said. A hand clasped over my belly, feeling suddenly very unattractive.
“Nonsense,” he whispered into my ear. “I want to go as far as I please, as long as you permit it, of course.”
His hand plucked mine away from my belly, and I let him continue unbuttoning me. I had to admit, it did help with the heat, at least.
After he undid as much as he could reach, he pulled the fabric of my sundress aside, exposing my heavily swollen breasts and big, round belly. He was drinking in the sight of my body, and I flinched slightly, wondering if he didn’t like what he saw. But no, he used his hand and pressed against my sternum and stroked in a circular motion, massaging my sweat around, leaving a sheen on my skin. His movements were getting wider and wider, like an expanding spiral, until he brushed the tops of my breasts.
“Charles, what are you doing?” I husked.
“Permit me this one act of indulgence,” he said. “I’ve missed you terribly.”
Free of any more pretense, his hands got bolder. He openly groped my breasts now, hefting a breast in each hand, my painfully erect nipples grazing against his palms.
He grinned. “These have gotten sizeably bigger.”
“They ache like hell too.”
“Does… Trevor massage you? Help with your aches?” His hands moved as if he was asking me with his hands if my husband did that.
“No, maybe my feet and shoulders if I ache.”
“Shame, he’s missing out.”
“He doesn’t feel that way.”
“No? Why?”
“Trevor… I don’t think he finds me attractive like this.”
We hadn’t talked about it, but it was obvious that my pregnancy affected his desire for me. I however, had gone into overdrive. I’d never felt this sexually pent up before in my life, and I wasn’t exactly getting my needs taken care of.
“That’s sad. Has he tried to do anything that’ll help you relax?”
“No.”
His thumb danced over my nipple, setting off bolts of restrained pleasure blooming through me, starting from my chest and right down to my toes, making them curl.
“It’s been a while,” I admitted. Actually the last time Trevor made love to me, was right before I found out I was pregnant.
“I missed you,” Charles said again, this time rolling my acorn hard nipple between his forefinger and thumb, toying with it, yanking it until it felt deliciously painful.
“It was the one time,” I said, thinking about the Christmas office party. Too much alcohol was involved and things happened in this very room we were in right now.
“Let’s make it another time.”
“I’m… But this body…”
His lips danced over my earlobe, just the softest touch, yet my entire body shivered for him. “I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t have you.”
His words put a spell on me. To feel wanted and desired after so long… It was intoxicating.
I turned to look at him, say something, to tell him that it was a bad idea. But as soon as my head turned, he pressed his face hard against me, his lips crushing mine. I groaned, and the act left me defenseless, letting his tongue press itself into me. I tasted him, his hunger for me and it was driving my mind blank.
His hands grabbed my breasts harder now, more eager and desperate.
My hands shot up and grabbed his face, eager to return the kiss with equal fervor and hunger.
“Shit, I can’t remember when was the last time I kissed like that,” I gasped as we broke for air.
“Me too. The days of passion are long gone for me and Gloria,” Charles said, with a tinge of sadness in his voice.
Before I could say anything, he grabbed the office chair and swung it around so I was facing him. I had a sudden urge to cover myself, but he stopped me. Instead, he unbuttoned the rest of the buttons all the way down and pulled the dress aside. I don’t know why, but I just let him feed my arms past the sleeve holes of my dress and let the entire fabric fall to the floor. I sat there, pregnant and naked except for a pair of panties and flats on my feet.
“Don’t stare so much,” I whimpered, feeling the heat flush my cheeks.
But he ignored me. His crystal blue eyes drank up every curve of my body. The skin on my breasts raised with goosebumps under his gaze and I’m sure he paid extra attention to my nipples. Where previously was a salmon pink, were now dark brown and round areolae. I was engorged, getting ready to provide nourishment.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
And then he got on his knees.
“Charles, what are you doing?”
His hands, rough and textured against my skin, pried my thighs wide open, exposing my crotch to him. He put his finger against my sex, just separated by the thin cotton material, making me gasp. He teased me, delving his digit into my entrance, but it couldn’t go very far in, held back by the fabric. Then he dragged the finger up and down along my aching slit, making my panties soaked with my own arousal.
“Charles, you’re driving me insane,” I keened.
“That’s the idea,” he chuckled, his tone thick with amusement. “What’ll happen if I do… this?”
His head dived and buried between my legs, his fingers yanking my panties aside, exposing my pussy to him. I gasped, reflexively pushing back on the chair, but it only rolled back against the table, locking me in place. With nowhere to go, there was nothing I could do but let him go down on me.
“Oh,” I begged, my lips quivering. “Charles, I’m hot and sweaty and I haven’t shaved!”
He didn’t stop, instead I felt his facial hair grind against my thighs, pushing forward until I felt his nose rest against my pubic bush.
Then I felt a tickle as he inhaled.
Oh God.
“God, Charles,” I whimpered. I could have died of shame.
His tongue licked me. One long, slow, languid motion, from the taint all the way up to my clit, drawing up my juices as he did so. His hands were on my legs, his nails dug into my flesh as he lapped and lapped again.
I was helpless to his oral assault. I yelped and cried out, spasms of pure ecstasy bolting through me like a violent wave with each lashing of his tongue. He devoured me, fed on me like a hungry wolf.
“So fucking good,” Charles growled. “You taste so good, and smell so good. I could do this all day.”
I believed him too; his beard was slick with my juices, but he didn’t seemed to care, just laser focused on going down on me. The expression he had, made him look like he was truly enjoying it. I couldn’t help but be swept up in his enthusiasm.
My fingers grabbed the back of his head, pulling him against me, guiding his mouth over my clit.
“Fucking hell… I’m so close,” I whimpered. “Fuck, fuck! Do it, please. Make me cum, please make me cum!”
He licked and sucked, running tight circles around my sensitive little nub. My thighs tightened, clamping his face against me.
“Fuck… Fuck!” I cried out, sinking my nails into the back of his head.
The world exploded. My eyes rolled up and my entire body shuddered as an explosive orgasm rocked through my body, fraying every nerve in me. Somewhere, I felt Charles’ hand stroking my leg, caressing me, soothing me and with my free hand, I clasped it over his.
But his mouth didn’t stop teasing me, teasing yet another climax out of my frustrated, pent up body.
I shuddered, cursed and begged and kept repeating myself until I finished cumming, until there was no more left and I begged for Charles to stop.
“How was that?” he asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. God, he was soaked, saturated with my juices and he didn’t care one bit. A part of my brain thought about the leather upholstery on his expensive office chair and inventoried the cost of having it cleaned professionally and — ah fuck it, I’d just had the best orgasm I’d had for a very long time. Fuck the chair.
“You killed me,” I gasped, sucking in air. “Ruined me. Fuck, I needed that.”
Charles stood and smirked. “Glad to be of service.”
I gasped. Through my fogged stupor, I could see the tent in his pants. I reached out and clasped it in my hand, earning a delicious, low rumble coming up from his throat.
I felt for the zipper, pulling it down slowly, careful not to catch his dick. I fished it out of his fly, throbbing angrily in my hand. I gave the shaft a couple of pumps for good measure and he flexed his hips in response. Precum beaded at the tip, dewy and clear.
I leaned forward to get closer to it.
“Jenna, you don’t have to,” he said, but I sensed his need, and I knew that he desperately wanted it.
I licked my lips and flared my nostrils. The thick masculine scent of his manhood invaded me, dancing up my nose until it hit my brain. I don’t know if it was my hormones, but that thick, musky scent smelled amazing.
Without thinking about it, I pulled him to me, engulfing the tip of his cock in my waiting mouth.
“God,” he hissed.
I tasted his salty-sweet precum right away, and I used the tip of my tongue to tease his slit, drawing a desperate groan out of him. His hand reached out and grabbed the desk to steady himself.
I let go of his cock, but only so I could run my tongue up along the underside of his shaft, using my free hand to cup his weighty balls as I did so. A deep, repressed side of me felt ecstatic, watching his face squirm with need. My heart rejoiced knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure with my mouth.
I was there for a few minutes, just sucking my boss’ cock like some common slut. But I loved how that made me feel.
The familiar swell of his dick in my mouth told me he was close. But Charles lifted me up instead.
I groaned and looked at him. I wanted to feel him cumming in my mouth.
“No, I need to be inside you,” he groaned. “Come here.”
He dragged me up to the window that over looked the business park. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and exposed, which was fair considering that I was buck naked.
“W-what are you doing?” I gasped.
“I know you, Jenna,” he husked behind me. He grabbed my hands covering my breasts and pubic area and placed them against the cool of the large window panes. I felt like the entire world could see what a naked, heavily pregnant slut I was. “I know you crave the excitement. Missed it.”
His hands were at my sides, holding me securely. But I felt his need coming off him in waves. There was nothing more than to have his cock deep inside me, and my body reacted to it. His cock pushed at my groin, rock hard and seeking my entrance but not quite finding it. With a groan I reached under and felt for him. I wrapped my fingers around his molten hot dick, aimed it up to the entrance of my pussy. And let him penetrate me.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
His engorged head parted my aching lips and delved deep into my entrance. I let out an almost inhuman moan as I felt the first cock I’d had in such a long time. Charles didn’t rush, instead relishing every second of it.
“I’m not going to hurt you, am I?” he asked.
“N-no. I read up on it. No one is going to get hurt. Fucking hell Charles, just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
I was a wanton slut, desperate to feel alive again.
There was no pain, I was soaking wet so his dick slid into me with no resistance.
He gave me a satisfied grunt as he bottomed out into me, his balls resting on my ass.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
Charles pulled back, until he was almost out of me. And then he drove his dick all the way inside me again and again. I let myself go, letting his dick draw out months of frustration and making me feel wanted.
Making me feel like a woman.
God, even the feeling of my nipples mashed up against the glass felt good. Let them see me. Let everyone see me get fucked.
With every thrust, my body drove forward and my forehead ground against the slick coolness of the glass. I looked down into the car park and gasped.
Trevor was outside, leaning against the car, with a cigarette in his hand.
The bastard said he quit ages ago.
My heart pounded like a racehorse. It would be over for me if he looked up.
“We need to move,” I groaned against Charles’ frantic thrusts. “My husband is downstairs, he’ll see me.”
“Let him see. Let him see his pregnant wife getting fucked by another man.”
The words made my pussy pulse and grip around his dick. “N-no, my marriage…”
A sharp crack of air exploded by my ass, followed by a sharp sting.
“Let him see,” he growled.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He drove his hand down again, striking my ass. A fresh bloom of heated pain spread from the area.
God, I loved being spanked. That feeling of being dominated, being taught a lesson.
“S-sorry,” I cried, resigning myself to the risk of being caught. So far Trevor was smoking and looking at his phone. Maybe he’d look up but towards the trees. Maybe there were some birds up there that caught his attention.
My gut was a tightrope of pure terror of being caught and exhilaration, excitement like nothing else.
And then an overhead plane flew by.
It was low enough that the sound drowned everything out.
And it caught my husband’s attention. He looked up at it, and then up towards us.
“Shit!” I cried, pushing back, trying to get away from the window.
But Charles was like a man possessed, holding me in place and driving his cock in and out of my cunt.
“Charles!”
“I’m going to cum. Cum with me Jenna. Cum while your husband watches you do it.”
“Fuck..!” I cried and my entire body shook and shivered. Charles’ nails dug into my sides as he let out a low animal sound, his cock swelling inside me and a hot flood of his semen poured into me. It was too late, so I might as well enjoy the moment.
What was going through Trevor’s mind as saw his wife being pounded by her boss? When she was carrying his child?
The wrongness of it all made me climax shamelessly. Tears ran down my face as I braced myself against the glass.
Charles held me up, even as he finished cumming. We hadn’t said a word for a few moments, just staying there, stationary and simply breathing, recovering.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Trevor back in the car, watching a film on his phone.
“You’re safe,” Charles gasped out. “It’s shaded glass. We can see everything, but no one can see into the office. I wanted to give you a taste of that excitement. Sorry if I took it too far.”
My heart was still beating hard. But the realisation that I was safe… That turned my legs to jelly.
Charles helped me over to his office sofa. I apologised as the mixture of my juices and his cum leaked out of me, staining his sofa, but he didn’t care. He grabbed a towel, and helped me clean up as best I could.
We dressed and I felt alive for once in a very long time.
“Can I see you again?” he asked.
“I’m sure there will be more paperwork for me to sort out next week,” I replied, smiling.
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