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I Can't Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss's Pussy

I had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days.

Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning.

She was thirty-one.

Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blue eyes.

Her ass looked incredible in the fitted pencil skirts she wore, making my mouth water every time she walked past.

Elena was straight.

Engaged to some boring finance guy and completely off-limits in every way that mattered.

Until she looked at me with those fuckable eyes, and I decided that she wasn't.

It probably wasn't right. I knew but when I touched my wet folds, thinking of her sweet smell and how her hair would feel in my fist. There was no going back. I just had to have her.

I gave myself a week.

Seven days to seduce my untouchable boss until she turned into a dripping, begging mess who forgot her boyfriend even existed.

Seven fucking days.

It seemed impossible but I was determined.

Day One began with the shortest black skirt I owned. I wore nothing underneath it. Letting my nipples strain beneath the fabric as the ac air cooled my skin.

My tiny white blouse also had a couple buttons undone.

At 8:14 AM, I walked into Elena's office. Swaying my hips gently and carrying her usual black coffee.

"Morning, Elena." I greeted sweetly as I set the cup down. Bending over her desk more than necessary.

My skirt rode up high enough that if she looked, she would see the soft curve of my bare ass.

Behind me, Elena glanced up from her laptop. My lips curled as those cool blue eyes moved over me once, then again.

"Claire... is that appropriate for the office?"

I bit my lip and tilted my head, keeping my expression innocent. "What do you mean? It feels a little warm today."

Elena remained frozen.

Still hiding my smile, slowly, I turned, pretending to adjust the files on her shelf.

Then I arched my back so my ass pushed out toward her.

She was looking.

I could feel her stare burning into me. And when I glanced over my shoulder, the faintest pink had touched her cheeks.

Score.

All day I kept it up. I leaned over her desk to point at spreadsheets. I brushed my breasts against her arm when I handed her documents. I crossed and uncrossed my legs slowly whenever she called me in for notes.

By six in the evening Elena's voice had grown tighter than usual and she snapped at me more often.

"Claire, that is enough for today."

Inside me, I was dying with laughter but outwardly, I lifted my brow. "Are you sure, boss?"

Her eyes narrowed and she gritted out. "Go home."

Giving Elena the sweetest smile I could muster, I agreed. "Okay."

No point in ruining all the fun now.

This was only Day One. I still had six more days to break her.

I Bent Over in Front of My Boss So Many Times She's Starting to Stare

By Day Three, I had grown bolder.

I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course.

Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my legs every time I crossed the room.

This morning, I spent a long time "organizing" the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet right beside her desk. When I bent over deeply with my legs straight, my ass pointed straight at her. My short skirt flipped up and gave her a full, unobstructed view of my bare, shaved pussy.

I heard her breath catch.

"Claire," Elena whispered, her voice strained. "What are you doing?"

I looked back at her from between my legs, hair falling across my face. "Just cleaning up, boss. Why? Is something wrong?"

A jolt went through me as her thighs pressed together under the desk.

For a moment, I thought she would-

Elena cleared her throat loudly. "Nothing. Just... hurry up."

Alright then.

My resolve hardened, and I stayed bent over longer than I needed to, letting her look her fill.

When I finally straightened and turned around, Elena was unable to hide it.

I caught her staring directly at my ass. Her face flushed deeper, and she looked away quickly.

For lunch, I sat on the edge of her desk with my legs slightly parted, feeding her updates while my foot "accidentally" brushed against her calf underneath the table.

Each time I met her bare skin, her breath caught, and she almost shuddered. But she did not pull away.

I was getting closer.

Later that afternoon, I dropped a pen right between her legs. Then I sank slowly to my knees and crawled under her desk to retrieve it.

My face ended up only inches from her lap. I could smell her. Warm, feminine, and unmistakably getting wet.

Elena sat frozen in her seat while I took my time.

I let my cheek brush lightly against her thigh as I pretended to search. When I finally came back up, her nipples stood hard and were visible under her silk blouse.

"Claire..." Elena whispered.

The dark warning in her voice sent a jolt to my stomach.

I just smiled, flirty and playful. "Found it! You seem so tense lately, Elena. Maybe you need a massage after work?"

She didn't answer. Simply turning back to her desk in work. But she didn't say no either.

On Day Four, I chose a sheer white blouse with no bra. Making my dark nipples show clearly every time I moved.

Then, when carrying refreshment into Elena's office, I "accidentally" spilled water on myself right in front of her, making the fabric cling wetly to my breasts.

For a full five seconds, Elena sat frozen. Staring straight at me. Then she caught herself and lowered her head quickly.

It was so wet, I was soaking wet when I left the office.

That night, in the office parking lot, I fingered myself in the car, while thinking about her tongue on my clit.

Elena was crack to my body.

I moaned her name until I came twice, hard.

I was getting so close. Elena was starting to crack. I could just feel it.

I Caught My Straight Boss Masturbating, and Now I'm Going to Eat Her Pussy

I had forgotten my phone charger. That was the only reason I returned to the office at 9:30 p.m.

Everyone had left.

The building sat mostly dark except for the single light still glowing in Elena's corner office.

I pushed the glass doors open quietly. I was just going to grab the charger and leave.

That's when I heard it.

A soft, desperate moan.

Was that...

My heart began to pound faster as I crossed the distance and peered into Elena's office.

The sight before me made my mouth dry instantly.

My boss sat in her big leather chair with her legs spread wide.

Her skirt had bunched up around her waist, and her panties were pulled to the side. Two fingers moved deep inside her soaked pussy, thrusting fast while her other hand rubbed tight circles over her clit. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, and her lips parted.

"Fuck... ahh..."

She had not seen me yet.

I stood frozen in the doorway as my own pussy flooded with fresh heat.

Yes, I had fantasized about Elena, but this...

My stomach quivered as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me with a soft click.

Elena's eyes flew open immediately.

She yanked her hand away as if burned, her face turning bright red.

"Claire-oh my God-get out!"

I did not move. Instead, an amused smile filled my lips as I walked closer, swaying my hips gently. "You looked so pretty like that, Elena," I teased in a low voice. "Please. Do not stop on my account."

Her face burned even brighter, and she tried to close her legs, but I was already between them, gently pushing her knees apart.

"I have wanted you since the day I started," I confessed softly, letting my real hunger show through. "Every short skirt, every time I bent over... it was all for you. I know you are straight. I know you have a boyfriend. But right now your pussy is dripping, and I am dying to taste it."

Elena's breathing picked up as her eyes went wide with shock. But I didn't fail to catch the clear need there.

"Claire... I have never... with a woman..."

"I know." I sank to my knees between her spread thighs, pressing a kiss to the skin.

"Let me show you how good it can feel. Relax, boss. Let me take care of you."

Before she could refuse, I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her soaked slit.

Elena gasped sharply, her back arching off the chair as a moan left her lips.

"Oh fuck-"

Her taste exploded across my tongue. She was sweet and musky and making me soaked. A moan tore from my throat as I licked her again.

Slower this time, savoring every drop.

Elena's hips jerked, her hands moving to my hair. "Claire - we shouldn't-"

But she did not push me away. Instead, her fingers tightened in my hair.

I swirled my tongue around her swollen clit, sucking it gently between my lips.

She was so sexy. So perfect.

Elena cried out, groaning as her thighs trembled around my head.

But I didn't stop. I couldn't.

My lips moved. Eating her like I had been starving for weeks. Long, hungry licks. Soft sucks. I slid two fingers inside her tight, wet heat and curled them, searching for that perfect spot.

When I found it, she bucked hard against me.

"Right there - oh God -"

I kept sucking her clit while I fingered her steadily, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me.

Her first orgasm hit fast and hard. She ground against my face, moaning my name as her pussy gushed around my fingers.

I did not stop. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing the pleasure out until she shook.

When she finally came down, I stood up, my lips shiny with her release.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply so she could taste herself on my tongue.

She kissed me back, hesitant at first, then growing hungry.

"Elena." Her name fell like a prayer from my lips as I guided her down onto the soft rug and laid her on her back. Then slowly, I stripped off my short skirt and blouse until I stood completely naked.

"Scissor with me, Elena," I whispered as I positioned myself between her legs. "I want to feel your wet pussy rubbing against mine."

She gave a shaky nod, then inhaled sharply as I pressed my soaked cunt to hers.

God, she felt so good.

I could barely breathe, pleasure sparking behind my eyes as I started to rock.

Sliding our slick pussies together in slow, filthy grinds. Elena was gasping. Her sexy moans mixing with the wet sounds that filled the quiet office.

Her eyes were glassy with lust as her fingers made trails down my stomach. "It feels... so good..."

"I know, baby," I whispered, barely able to speak. "Just let go."

She nodded, and I picked up the pace. I was so close, I could feel it.

I rubbed harder as our juices mixed, reaching down to pinch her nipples while I ground my clit against hers.

Elena's second orgasm built quickly. Just as mine hit me.

We came together, moaning into each other's mouths while our pussies pulsed and gushed against one another.

Sweat slicked down my back, and I kept going. Grinding through both our orgasms to chase a third for her.

Elena whimpered, overstimulated yet still rocking back against me.

I leaned down and sucked lightly on her neck. "One more, Elena. Cum on my pussy again."

I was an addict.

I needed-Waves of pleasure crashed through me as she did. Harder this time. Her body arched, and broken mewls leaving her throat as fresh wetness flooded between us.

Finally, we lay there panting, sweaty, and spent.

Then slowly, I crossed the distance. Pushing back strands of her blonde hair as I kissed her softly and whispered, "Good girl. See? You needed this."

Elena's eyes fluttered open, still dazed. But her lips had started to curl in a smile.

When suddenly, the office door swung open.

Our heads snapped immediately.

A jolt of shock struck me as her boyfriend stood in the doorway, with his keys in hand.

"Elena... " His eyes widened in shock as he took in the scene:

His fiancée on the floor, naked, legs tangled with mine, both of our pussies still glistening and pressed together.

"What the fuck?!"

Beneath me, Elena froze while I tried to hide my smile against her neck.

The whole time, my heart raced in excitement.

The real fun was only just starting.