PAYDAY FOR MISS SEXATARY...

In the flashy high rise office it was friday again and a payday. Miss Sexatary sat at her desk with a nail file in hand and stared dreamingly into space. Her mind had been away from work all day and she blushed at her own thoughts. She could just make out Mr.Bossman´s voice coming through his office´s closed doors. He was on the phone and obviously mad at someone... Miss Sexatary shivered, she always did when Mr.Bossman got all bossy. He was so sexy with his angry frown and his blue eyes like icicles. His deepening husky voice and the deep, heavy breaths... Enough, Miss Sexatary commanded, herself standing up and putting the nail file down. She proceeded to organize her already perfectly organized desk nervously; Mr.Bossman appriciates organizational skills, she thought while suffeling her papers around again and again.
Lately Miss Sexatary had noticed she was getting very nervous and shy when it came to Mr.Bossman. She couldn´t quite figure out why though as she had been working for him for three years already and nothing had changed in that time. Still, the butterflies in her tummy when he looked at her and the shivers down her spine when he called her by her name... Miss Sexatary was horrified to feel herself getting moist. What was the matter with her?
She decided to wait till Mr.Bossman had finished his call and then just get his signature to her paycheck and then she would go home early today, just say she was feeling sick. At home she would have a bubble bath and a box of chocolates and try and forget all about Mr.Bossman for the weekend. She was pleased with her plan and congratulated herself for having the guts to take some time for herself like this. She never used to do that...

In his office Mr.Bossman slammed the phone down angrily and wished he broke an eardrum on the other end. He took his suit jacket of and threw it on his desk. The chocolate brown fabric slid down to the floor from the smooth shiney surface of the huge desk but Mr.Bossman couldn´t be bothered to try and catch it. On the floor the jacket looked like it had been taken off in a hurry to get undressed... Mr.Bossman´s mind started to wander again. He thought of Miss Sexatary´s milky white neck and skin of her breasts he could catch glimpses of through the generous opening of her blouse. And he wondered if she knew what happened to Mr.Bossman everytime he saw her tight black skirt riding up just a little revealing her perfect knees... He walked to one of the large window in his office and pressed his forehead against the cool window pane. How good it felt. He put his right hand in his pocket and felt the swelling cock. This is what happened when he only thought of Miss Sexatary´s black skirt, when he actually saw it he usually had to sit down and hide behind his desk! Mr.Bossman closed his eyes and gave away to the his desire. He stroked himself slowly through the pockets coarse fabric and pinched down at the end of his cock. The desire grew in him and warmed his blood. Mr.Bossman´s cheeks turned rosy as he reached for the fly of his pants.
"Mr.Bossman?", Miss Sexatary´s voice stopped his hand from the intercom. "Are you available Mr.Bossman?", she asked again and Mr.Bossman blushed, was he ever! He stumbled to his desk and sat down in his big leather office chair. He reached for the intercom trying to slow his breathing down: "Sure Miss Sexatary, for you I am always available".
Miss Sexatary smiled at Mr.Bossman´s remark in the intercom and gathered up her papers. She stood up from her desk pulling her skirt down. Although she liked her little black number it was a bother when sitting down as it always rode up her legs... She walked to his office door and opened it. Mr.Bossman was sat behind his desk and seemed to be busy looking through some paperwork. In the air of the room she could clearly smell his aftershave. Mr.Bossman looked up from his papers as she walked up to his desk and to his side. "What is it i can help you with then, Miss Sexatary?" his voice was honey to her. She smiled and handed him the papers: "Just sign these and i will be out of your way for the rest of the day...". "Is that a threat?", he asked and winked at her. Miss Sexatary laughed and looked away embarressed of her own blushing, she felt like a teenager. On the floor Miss Sexatary noticed Mr.Bossman´s brand new suit jacket all crumbled up. "Oh Mr.Bossman...", she scolded him gently and bend down to pick up the beautiful brown jacket. Mr.Bossman looked at Miss Sexatary bending down like in slow motion. The black skirt hugged her perfect ass as it rode up slowly to reveal the backs of her knees. Mr.Bossman wanted to moan out aloud. He could feel his hard on getting worse underneath the desk top and he instictively grabbed his cock. Miss Sexatary stood up with the jacket and turned to see Mr.Bossman´s flushed face and burning eyes staring at her intently. His eyes seemed to burn through hers and her wetness felt like flood increasing so suddenly. Miss Sexatary´s nipples started to harden as blood rushed to rouge her cheeks too. "You really shouldn´t... This jacket is new Mr.Boss...", her voice trailed off as she tried to hide how turned on she suddenly was. Mr.Bossman could see Miss Sexatary´s distress as clearly as he felt his own. He let his chair turn around so he was facing her and she had an open view to see his hard on. Miss Sexatary glanced down at Mr.Bossman´s lap and felt both surprised and reliefed to see his manhood trying to fight it´s way through the chocolate brown pants. Mr.Bossman pulled his chair closer to Miss Sexatary and gently dragged his long fingers up her long leg. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She pulled the jacket close to her face and again smelled Mr.Bossman´s aftershave. Mr.Bossman kept stroking her leg higher and higher untill his fingers met the hem of her skirt. He pushed past it and felt the warm skin of her inner thigh. Miss Sexatary swayed and had to take a hold of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder so she wouldn´t fall from pleasure. She stepped her legs apart a little more while catching a glimpse of Mr.Bossman´s face. He seemed lost in the whiteness of her skin and the warmth her pussy was glowing by now. She let her nails dig into his shoulder when he quickly let his finger brush her pussy through her moist panties. They both moaned, she from pleasure and he from the pain of the nails in his flesh. They exchanged a silent glance filled with anticipation.
Mr.Bossman now reached both his hands under Miss Sexatary´s skirt and tugged at her red panties. She sighed once more and thanked her lucky stars she had decided to wear her naughty red lace panties today instead of the belly hugging skin coloured type. She was pleased that she must have seemed almost prepeared for something like this in his eyes... Soon Miss Sexatary lost the thread of her thoughts when she felt the panties peel away and fall to her ankles. Mr.Bossman took a hold of her black high heel and lifted it of the ground to get rid of the panties. After lifting the other shoe off the ground too he looked up and while staring at her hungrily he picked up the red lace panties and put them in his pants pocket. She laughed with delight and got a bad boy grin back.
Mr.Bossman pushed the skirt up all the way to Miss Sexatary´s hips revealing her sharply cut triangle of pubic hair. Murmuring something under his breath Mr.Bossman bent down to kiss the top of the triangle. He let his lips caress the sensetive skin of her low belly while he gently grabbed her buttocks. Miss Sexatary let go of the jacket, she let go of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder and she nearly let go of all reason completly. With her free hands she took hold of his close shaven head and pushed him even closer to herself. His kisses covered her belly, then her thighs and she let a long moan escape her lips.

Mr.Bossman knew that moan, he regonized it, he knew the meaning. He pulled his face reluctantly away from the warmth of her skin and stood up. Facing her now he grabbed her legs one to each side of his hips and lifted her up off the ground. He turned with her surprised face almost touching his and her wet pussy pressing against his belly. He let her down on his smooth, cool desk top and looked at her. She looked flushed, like a little girl almost. Her mouth slightly open to draw in fast little breaths of air to clear her head. Her brow was moist from sweat and she smelled divine to him, like a bunch of spring flowers and vanilla. Mr.Bossman bend to her and pressed his lips to hers. She opened like the flower she seemed to him and drew in his breath. He ate her mouth, pushed his tongue in to find hers. Their tongues licked each other, they met and got tangled in the heat. Mr.Bossman´s hands pulled her blouse unopened over her head and then found a home on her breasts playing with her rock hard nipples. He pressed his face onto her neck and let his 3 o´clock shadow scrape the sensetive skin while his mouth sucked hard on the white flesh. Miss Sexatary was opening his belt and pants. Her legs were curling up around his legs and she let out a small giggle when he reached to unhook her red lace bra. She ripped his cream coloured shirt from his pants and like magic she opened his shirt buttons in an instant, as if she had done it a million times before. Mr.Bossman felt his pants fall down to his ankles as he was taking first his shirt and then his white tanktop off. Miss Sexatary sat there on the desk touching the black hairs of his chest gently looking up at him. Her bare breasts, pink hard nipples and the glistening wetness betwen her legs made her irresistible. He knew this sight would never leave him. He knew that this was a moment he would return to many times from now on when he´d be feeling lonely...
Kicking the pants of his ankles he sat back down on his office chair and pulled up to Miss Sexatary on the desk. She swallowed hard and moved her hands behind her so that she was leaning on them. Mr.Bossman licked his lips with his deliciously pink tongue and still looking her right in the eyes he bend down and pushed his tongue straight inside her pussy. She felt like exploding, blood rushing into her pussy, everything swelling up. Gasping for a breath she had to close her eyes and lay down on the table on her back. The surface of the desk was so cold while Mr.Bossman´s mouth almost burned her pussy. He parted her pussy to get access to her clit and when he found it he lapped at it with his wide tongue slowly. He pressed down on the pulsing clit with his tongue, he sucked it. He licked gently and slowly then hard and fast making it impossible for her to prepear for anything, to pace herself. He held on to her hips so tightly that any attempts to try and escape the tongue were in vain. She squirmmed, lifting her hips as much as Mr.Bossma´n allowed. Her moans were loud and sounded close to cries for help.
Suddenly Mr.Bossman let go of her hips and pressed on hand down on her belly. His tongue worked fast on her clit distracting her from his intensions and she was surprised completly by his long fingers pushing into her wetness. A cry stopped at her throat. The fingers pumped in and out slowly taking their sweet time while the mouth on her clit never stopped for a second. He curled his fingers finding every nook and cranny of her over flowing pussy. He did it all just right, not too hard but hard enough. He sneaked a peek at her face once in a while to see how she felt. Mr.Bossman had forgotten everything, the stress, the earlier maddening phone call, his own pleasure whilest plunged into her salty pussy. He wanted to lap the juices up and have the taste stay in his mouth forever! He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his fingers sweetly and he loved it. After slowly pulling his dripping wet fingers from inside her and his glistening face from her pussy he stood up and pulled his tight white boxer down.
His hard on was perfect. His cock looked thick and moist as it popped against his tight belly. Pulling her down closer to the edge of the desk by her thighs he felt the desire again. He felt the burn in his balls looking at Miss Sexatary´s wet pussy and almost drowsy eyes.
"Are you ready Miss Sexatary?" he asked but before any answer could come from her lips he plunged his cock deep into her. She groaned like an animal. Holding on to her thighs still he pumpped himself into the tight pussy moaning quietly. He fucked her. he fucked her like he had never fucked anyone else with everything he had. His cock felt like on fire brushing against the wet walls of her pussy. She clampped down on his thick cock with her tight pussy feeling every push in the roots of her hair. He lifted his legs up pn his shoulders and bend down on top of her. While kissing her again and letting his tongue find it´s partner he slipped a hand in between their bodys to find her clit. He picked up some of the juice on his two fingers and started to rub the clit with circular motion. Miss Sexatary´s whole body was moist as she gasped for breaths in between the surges of pleasure. She pulled Mr.Bossman closer and closer to herself and loved the weight of him on top of her.
Then everything went white. She felt the waited explotion spread from her clit to all over her body. Wether she was crying or screaming bloody murder, she couldn´t have said afterwards but for that blessed moment she felt all the barriers break inside her by Mr.Bossman´s glorious cock pumping again and again into her. The orgasm spread and lasted till she thought she would faint. She was aware of Mr.Bossman´s muffled cries against her neck and the last jerking pushes he made before he relaxed and rested on top of her letting her legs slip down on each of his sides. Panting their sweatty bodies sticking together they rested touching each other gently. Mr.Bossman lifetd his head to kiss her again this time more gently not wanting to devour her completly anymore. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Mr.Bossman rested on top of her for a little while more and then stood up pulling her to her unsteady feet. He grabbed a pck of cigarettes of his desk and lighted one for each of them. "But Mr.Bossman, your allergies..." Miss Sexatary protested drawing a long deep drag from her ciggie. Mr.Bossman winked: "I think we deserve this. And if anything should happen i have you here to help me out..."
Miss Sexatary laughed aloud, indeed. She felt satisfied. Like weekend had just truly begun and like she had just gotten pne hell of a payrise too!