Taking Dictation from the Boss

“Wait. He wants you to fuck your bosses whenever you want?”
My friend Dina, on the phone, sounds shocked. I just told her that Jon, my husband of eight years, wants me to live my best life and has urged me to hook up with the three lawyers I work for. He loves it when other guys find me hot, and just knowing I’m potentially fucking other men turns him on.
I giggle. “Yep.”
“Wow, Miranda. Just… wow.” Dina is silent for a moment. “Are you going to do it?”
I smirk, knowing she can’t see it. “I already have.”
Dina screeches at me, and I quickly pull the phone from my ear. “OH MY GOD! Tell me everything!”
I hold it away until she calms down, and then I tell her the story of what happened at work today.
I was purposely late for work. Ever since I started fucking the bosses, I honestly don’t care to punch a timecard. Are they going to fire me? Now I’m habitually about 5–10 minutes late every day, and one of them uses it as an excuse to “punish” me somehow.
Today, I stop for a latte before coming to work because otherwise I would have been on time. The senior partner is talking with the receptionist when I walk in the door. I give them both a cheeky wave and a hello as I sashay around the corner to my desk to start my workday.
It isn’t long before my computer’s instant messenger blinks at me. It’s a message from Mr. Jacobs, the senior partner.
“Miranda. I have some dictation that needs to be taken immediately. Come to my office.”
Oooh, he has some dictation for me. I was expecting a reprimand, but I can be down with this idea. I quickly respond that I’m on my way.
I knock on his office door, and he bids me to enter. When I walk in, I quickly close the door and lock it. He’s sitting behind his desk with his trousers unbuckled, and his enormous cock in his hand, stroking himself. Wow, guess we aren’t wasting time. My pussy clenches and I’m already wet. Which hole is he going to want to stuff today?
A lined, yellow notepad and ballpoint pen lie on the mahogany desk in front of him.
“Miranda, come over here and lift your skirt.”
I’m wearing a long, flowing black skirt with a red button-down shirt. I coiled my long brown hair in a topknot. Since it’s early in the morning, I’m hoping he doesn’t mess it up. I’m not sure I’m ready to walk around the office with the freshly fucked look and broadcast what I’m doing with the boss to everyone.
Since I started fucking the lawyers, I began wearing sexy underwear every day. My husband urged me to buy more and had me model them so he could admire me. He kept telling me my boss was going to love how I looked in them because I’m so hot. His compliments were just as much of a turn-on as is lifting my skirt up to show Mr. Jacobs my new purple satin panties.
I’m within arm’s distance when I flash him my panties, and Mr. Jacobs reaches out to touch them. He rubs a finger down the front and then prods between my legs. I spread my legs a little so he can touch whatever he wants. The satin fabric is a damp triangle, and Mr. Jacobs pushes it aside with his finger to reach my wet gash. He’s doing this all one-handed while he continues to stroke himself.
He’s breathing heavily and I moan as he slides a finger inside my sopping hole. This is what I wanted as soon as I woke up today, but I didn’t know it would happen this early. He finger fucks me a moment and right as I’m getting into it, he removes his hand and I give a tiny cry of displeasure.
Mr. Jacobs nods towards the pen and paper on the desk. “Take off your panties, sit on my lap, and I’m going to dictate a letter to you.”
Uh, wait… He wants me to do actual work while he fucks me? I dither for a moment.
“Get in my lap, now.” His voice is stern at my hesitation.
“Yes, sir,” I respond meekly as I slide my panties down my legs and step out of them. Hitching my skirt up, I tuck the hem into the waistband. I move between his open legs and lower my bare ass towards his massive erection as I reach behind me to help guide his cock into my greedy pussy. I nudge the tip into place and press down into his lap, giving a soft moan as his member slides in fully and my cave walls stretch and mold around him.
Once he’s fully sheathed, I pause for a moment before gently rocking back and forth.
Mr. Jacobs starts his letter. “Dear Mr. Douglas.”
Oh shit… I reach forward and grab the paper and pen and attempt to start the letter. The ink isn’t working, so I have to scribble on the paper while Mr. Jacobs shifts under me, prodding me deep. My last name is Douglas, and I know it’s common, but it amuses me that he is choosing to write a letter to someone with my last name.
He waits until I’m ready to write before he continues. I bounce on his lap and scribble the name down. I love how thick he is. He hits all the right spots.
“Dear Mr. Douglas. I’m writing to tell you how much we all appreciate fucking your wife.”
Uh, what? I stop writing and still my hips.
“Write it, or I’m going to stop fucking you.” Mr. Jacobs thrusts against me to emphasize what I’ll be missing.
I moan and write the sentence, while rocking my hips furiously. My handwriting is squiggly and messed up; it’s not real shorthand and it’s not legible either.
Mr. Jacobs is panting, and he’s griping my hips hard, forcing me to bounce in his lap.
“Your wife’s cunt is tight and wet, and we appreciate your willingness to share.”
There is no way he expects me to show this to my husband, but his words are spurring me on to greater heights of pleasure. I try to write the sentence down, but I’m having problems thinking and writing while his cock slides in and out.
Mr. Jacobs pushes against me and forces me to stand up. He never breaks contact as he pins me against the front of his desk and bends me over it.
“Keep writing,” he bites out harshly as he pounds inside me.
My buttoned-up blouse is a thin barrier, and my nipples are hard pebbles against the cool wood. They rub on the desk with every thrust and create extra zings of pleasure while he plows into me. I’m holding the pen against the paper, but he’s knocking against me so hard, I’m making little jab marks all over the paper.
Mr. Jacobs continues the letter and I close my eyes, not even pretending to write as he fucks me fast and rough. The tension builds in my core and I’m going to come soon. I feel myself edging closer and closer to bliss.
“I plan on using your wife every chance I get and coming inside her every time.”
He punctuates his speech with swift jabs, and when he says he’s going to come inside me every time, it pushes me over the edge and I peak. Waves of pleasure wash over me as he hammers away against my ass. My pussy clenches and milks him while little aftershocks rush through my clit. He stiffens, groans, and jerks against me as he comes.
He shoots his wad as deep as it can get and coats my walls with his thick, milky cum. Softening immediately, he pulls out and cum dribbles down my leg. He takes a gulp of air, as if he stopped breathing when he came, and he sits back in his chair. He opens his desk drawer for some moist towelettes he keeps for this purpose.
He smacks my ass, which is my signal to get up and straighten my clothes. I’m never offered a towelette and I don’t know that I would take one, even if he did. I love the feeling of our mixed juices dripping out of me while I work.
I slip my panties back on and straighten my skirt. Double checking my hair with my hand, I’m glad it’s not mussed. As I unlock the door to leave, he clears his throat. I pause.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
When I glance back at him, he’s pointedly looking at my scribbled note. I hurry over, snatch it up, and leave his office.
When I get back to my desk, I slip the illegible, crinkled note into my purse in case my husband wants to see it later.
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