The Office Slave #2: The Boss (2 page)

"Mr. Grant, I'd like you to touch me."

His gaze shifted from her breasts to her
face.

"You do not make requests," he said sternly.
"Take off your skirt and turn around."

Reluctantly, she released her nipples and
unzipped her skirt, then slid it down her hips and dropped it to
the floor. Now she wore only her garter belt, stockings, and
high-heeled pumps. Embarrassed at her almost total nudity, she
turned around quickly.

"Lean forward. Rest your hands on the
credenza."

As soon as she complied, he stepped toward
her. Her heart raced as she felt the heat of his body behind her.
The fine wool fabric of his jacket brushed her naked skin.

Then the flat of his hand smacked against her
ass. Sharp and hard. She gasped at the pleasurable sting.

He smacked again. Then again. Her skin pulsed
hotly where his hand had struck her. He skimmed his fingers over
her hot skin in a light caress, then moved away.

"Stand up."

Still reeling from the flush of excitement at
her punishment, she stood up and turned around.

He held a black leather collar with silver
studs and a sturdy steel ring attached, like on a dog collar where
one attached a leash. He wrapped it around her neck and fastened it
snugly, then handed her a black strip of cloth.

"Put on this blindfold," he instructed.

She positioned the fabric over her eyes and
tied it behind her head. It was strange standing there in total
darkness, knowing that even though she could see nothing, he could
see her totally naked body.

The heat of his body so close by sent a
quiver through her. She longed to feel his hands on her.

"Sir, may I ask what is going to happen
next?"

"Since you asked with deference, I will allow
it. I'm going to take you to the conference room."

She felt his hand on her neck, then his
finger hooked through the ring and he urged her forward. Blindly,
she walked ahead of him, having to trust him not to allow her to
walk into walls or furniture. A tug on the collar and she stopped.
She heard the door open and he urged her forward again, then
thought another door.

Oh, God, she was walking along one of the
hallways of the office, practically naked. He guided her to the
left. That would take them into the main part of the office. Were
Granger and Mike still talking in Granger's office? Were they
watching her walk by? What about Neil? And big, sexy Slade? She
still remembered the wild sex they'd had on his motorcycle in the
loading dock. She flushed with excitement as she remembered his big
cock gliding into her.

"We're here," Mr. Grant said. "I'm going to
guide you to a chair. Take small steps." He guided her forward,
then eased her around to face him. She could feel his breath on her
face. "Now sit."

Slowly, she lowered her body, feeling the
leather of an armrest under her fingertips, and settled into the
chair. She remembered these comfortable chairs from the last time
she'd been in this conference room.

"Open your legs all the way." From the
direction of his voice, he was crouched in front of her.

She opened her legs until her thighs pressed
against the armrests. She felt his fingers at her left ankle,
wrapping a cushioned strap around it, then he pressed her calf
tight to the chair leg. Next, she felt his hands on her other
ankle. When she tried to shift her left leg, it wouldn't move.

The cool air of the room brushed along her
inner thighs, and along her intimate folds, which were totally
exposed to his view.

"I see you're cold," he said as he fastened
her wrists to the armrests.

She could hear the smile in his voice. He
must be staring at her hardened nipples. Quivers rushed through her
and she wished he would touch her.

"Not to worry. You'll warm up soon."

She felt his suit jacket brush against her
knee as he stood up, then turned and walked away.

"Okay, gentlemen, come in," he said from
across the room.

She shifted in the chair. He was inviting the
other partners to join them.

"Well, what a treat."

She recognized Granger's voice.

"Yes, nothing like the sight of a naked woman
to wake you up in the morning," Slade said.

She heard folders land on the conference room
table and people settling into chairs. She heard a mug being set on
the table and noticed she could smell coffee.

Just the thought of them all sitting there
staring at her naked body was an intense turn on.

"Are we really going to have a meeting with a
beautiful, naked woman distracting us in the corner?" Mike
asked.

"I'm sure you'll manage," said Mr. Grant.
"Now, we have some client issues to discuss."

To her surprise, Mr. Grant proceeded to hold
a meeting, with everyone joining in for discussion as if she wasn't
even there. Still, her nipples thrust forward in the cool air and
she could imagine their eyes drifting over her either in
surreptitious glances or full out stares. She drew in deep, calming
breaths, longing for their masculine hands to caress and explore
her aching body.

The discussions carried on for about twenty
minutes before Mr. Grant finally wrapped it up. By that point, she
was quivering with need, and so wet she'd probably left a puddle on
the chair.

"This has been productive, gentlemen."

She drew in a breath, waiting for his next
words. Her insides ached in anticipation and she could hardly wait
for one of the men to touch her.

"Now let's adjourn and meet back here in half
an hour."

What?

"During the break, feel free to enjoy the
company of our guest."

She heard a chuckle, then shuffling around
the table. Then silence. Had they all left?

"Don't worry, you're not alone."

She nearly jumped at Slade's deep voice
nearby. He was standing in front of her. A finger brushed her cheek
and tingles rushed along her spine.

"Slade." She'd had dreams of his big hands
stroking her, his body crushing her to the wall. His big cock
slipping inside her.

His hand ran along her shoulder, then stroked
over the swell of her breast.

"I've missed you." He brushed her nipple and
excitement lanced through her. "Ah, but I'm ruining things."

"What do you mean?" she asked in a breathless
voice, heat washing through her as his finger plucked gently at her
hard nub.

"I'm sure this would be much more exciting if
you didn't know who was touching you. Or how many of us."

She murmured in disapproval as he drew away,
then his words sank in.

How many?
So the others were here,
too.

"Don't worry. Even if you can't hear anyone,
you won't be left alone. Someone will be here watching you.
Okay?"

She nodded, longing for him to touch her
again.

He said nothing more, but she could sense he
was still there. And so were others.

Excitement quivered through her as a hand
cupped her breast. It was so big and warm. Then someone cupped her
other breast. She felt the heat of someone in front of her and
cloth brushed her thigh. A man's suit. He was crouching down.

One hand moved away from her breast and a
mouth covered her nipple.

"Oh, yes," she murmured as she arched
forward.

He teased her nub with his tongue, then
sucked lightly.

Another hand flattened on her belly, then
glided downward. Her breathing accelerated as the fingers reached
her shaven mound, then glided along her folds. When they nudged
against her opening, she moaned softly, arching her pelvis
forward.

"She's eager," Neil said from beside her.

The mouth left her breast. "And I'm so
fucking hard." The latter was Mike's voice.

"Guys, you've let her know who's who," Slade
said from behind her. It was his hand cupping her right breast.
"Switch around."

Their hands abandoned her, leaving her
shivering. She heard movement, then sensed them moving in close
again. A hand tucked under each of her breasts, then lips
surrounded her nipples. Two men began to suck.

"Ohhh."

Someone in front of her pressed his smooth
cheek against her stomach, then drove his tongue into her
navel.

Oh, God, please move down and lick my
clit.

The lips nuzzled her skin, then began to move
downward, but just as they brushed her naked mound, Mr. Grant's
voice interrupted.

"Break's over."

Nooo.

The hands and mouth moved away.

She slumped in the chair, a quivering mass of
need.

"Tell me, Sylvia. Are you turned on?" Mr.
Grant asked.

"Yes, Sir," she said in a shaky voice.

"Good."

She felt fingers moving against her hair,
then the blindfold loosened and slipped away. Granger was kneeling
in front of her, with Mike and Neil on either side of her. Slade
sat in a chair at the table only a few feet away, watching.

"Now I'd like to be entertained." Mr. Grant
settled into the chair beside Slade. "Mike, show us how wet she
is."

Mike smiled as he stroked along her intimate
lips and then drew them open. Her whole body shivered as Mr.
Grant's gaze locked on her slick opening.

"Now stroke her lightly."

Mike's fingers stroked along her folds,
making her hormones sing.

"Show us her clit."

He found the nest of folds protecting the
sensitive nub and drew them apart.

"Nice," said Neil.

"Neil, is this making her wet?" Mr. Grant
asked.

Neil reached down and stroked her slick
folds. "Man, is she ever." His fingers glided inside her warmth.
"Damn, I want to stuff my cock into that."

Her vagina clenched at the delectable thought
of Neil's hard cock driving into her. He had certainly lost his
shyness.

"Is it hard enough?" Mr. Grant asked.

"Are you kidding?" Neil stood up and unzipped
his pants, then drew out his rock hard cock.

Her gaze locked on his thick shaft, veins
pulsating along its length, and she licked her lips, longing to
have it inside her.

"Feed it to her."

"You bet."

She shivered in anticipation as Neil pressed
close to her side and nudged her cheek with his hard cock. This
certainly wasn't the same shy Neill she'd met last week. She turned
toward him and opened her mouth as he pressed his tip against her
lips. His big, mushroom-shaped head pushed into her mouth. She
licked him, tasting the salty drop on the tip, then opened wider as
he pushed further inside. He went about halfway, then glided back.
Then forward again.

"Granger and Mike, I want to watch her suck
the two of you, too."

Her heartbeat accelerated at his words. She
couldn't believe how excited this was making her.

Both Mike and Granger unzipped and pulled out
their cocks as they moved closer. Neil drew out and Mike, who stood
in front of her, pressed his cock to her mouth. She took him inside
and licked his tip, then swirled her tongue around his corona.

"Oh, baby, that feels great."

He pushed deeper and she squeezed his hard
flesh with her lips. After a couple of strokes, he pulled free and
she turned to Granger on her other side. He stroked her cheek with
his hand, smiling down at her, then pressed his hard tip to her
mouth. She licked then swallowed him deep, squeezing and
sucking.

They took turns filling her mouth, her lips
stretching around their big shafts. Gliding inside for a few
strokes, then pulling out.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
Slade approaching. As Mike's cock slipped from her mouth, she saw
that Slade had pulled his enormous cock from his pants and was
stroking it. She could hardly wait to feel his bit member slide
into her.

Then Granger filled her mouth and she
concentrated on sucking him.

"I want to get in on this action," Slade
said.

Mike moved away and Slade stepped in front of
her. Granger and Neil both stepped back, too.

She gazed hungrily at his plum-sized cockhead
and licked her lips. She really wanted to taste him again. His hot,
hard flesh nudged against her lips. She opened wide as his cockhead
moved forward. Her jaw ached with the effort, but she loved the
feel of him filling her mouth.

Then he pushed deeper. He was so big, she
could only take a little of him. He glided back, giving her aching
jaw a rest, then he moved deeper again.

She felt his fingers against her wrist, then
the band fell away. He released her other wrist, too.

"Wrap your hand around me," he
instructed.

She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft,
loving the feel of the hot, kid leather flesh in her hand, then
leaned forward and widened her throat as much as she could to take
him deeper. Being able to hold his cock in her hands and guide him
made her more confident.

She felt her hair loosen as he unfastened the
barrette, then it tumbled around her shoulders. His fingers glided
along her scalp, sending tingles through her, then entwined in her
hair.

She took him deeper still, his cock gliding
in and out of her mouth in a slow rhythm. She allowed him to guide
her head forward and back, going a little deeper each time. Then
she squeezed his shaft and moved back to suck on his cockhead.

"Oh, yeah. That's great."

She was very conscious of the other men
watching them, especially Mr. Grant. She shifted in the chair,
wanting to make Slade come in her mouth. But she drew him out.

"May I make him come, Mr. Grant?"

He smiled. "By all means."

She wrapped her lips around Slade again and
sucked in earnest, her other hand gliding underneath to cup his
balls.

"Oh, fuck, I'm close." He sucked in air and
his hand tightened around her head.

He pulled her head closer as she twirled her
tongue around his cockhead, then sucked again. He groaned and she
sucked harder, then he tensed. Hot liquid shot into her mouth, then
gushed down her throat. She swallowed, and kept on sucking. She
swallowed again and his cock softened, slipping from her mouth.