Free The Boss by Monica Belle Page A

want to admit what I might do. He shifted into the passenger seat as I walked around the car, and I spent a moment going over the controls. There was a lot of power, raw, loose power, poorly controlled and just great to play with.
    I hurled the car down the logging track, throwing up a shower of flints and a great cloud of yellowish dust. The track was arrow straight, but a fully loaded trailer had been left half in the woods, making me swerve. One wheel hit a patch of mud, sending up a spray of water and losing grip just long enough to give me a hit. My hands were tingling with the familiar pins and needles as I swung the car around where a turning circle had been made for the lorries, now riding a high as I had so many times before.
    Dave was clinging to the seat in fear and excitement, adding to my thrill, especially when he gave a yelp of alarm as I threw the car into what was supposed to be a spectacular skid turn but ended in a bang as one of the rear tyres blew. There was an ear-splitting screech,a juddering shock as the wheel rim jammed into the ground, and we stopped. I was shivering in reaction and laughing too, but Dave didn’t seem to be amused.
    â€˜Shit, Fizz, you’ve blown a tyre!’
    I’d done rather more than that, tearing the off rear tyre to shreds on a patch of jagged flints. We examined the damage together, Dave quickly giving his considered opinion.
    â€˜It’s fucked.’
    â€˜Bollocks. You’ve got a spare, haven’t you?’
    â€˜No.’
    I shrugged. He looked shifty.
    â€˜How about my titty show then?’
    â€˜I didn’t get much of a drive.’
    â€˜You blew the fucking tyre! Now I’ve got to go to Reardon’s and get another, and get it out here.’
    For once there was a hard edge to his voice, and suddenly I wanted to do it. I’d been driving for maybe five minutes, but it had left me tingling with adrenalin, while it was a lot easier to give in to what was only a fair demand rather than his wheedling.
    â€˜OK, come on then.’
    All the aggression went straight out of him at my words, and he followed like a puppy at my heels as I walked in among the pines. The loggers had cut a big swathe of clear ground, but where they’d stopped work two felled trees still had their top foliage on, creating a near perfect shelter for my rude little show. I didn’t waste time, pausing only until Dave had sat down on the trunk of one of the fallen trees before opening my blouse and pulling up my bra.
    â€˜Here you are, you little pervert.’
    He was staring, his mouth a little open, his eyes riveted on my bare breasts. I put one hand on my hipand stuck my chest out a little, looking down on him with a great feeling of power as I spoke.
    â€˜Is this what you wanted?’
    He gave a weak nod. I couldn’t help but smile, but tried to make it look contemptuous, and put as much scorn as I could manage into my voice as I spoke again.
    â€˜Go on then. You can toss off in your hand.’
    â€˜Thanks, Fizz. You are lovely . . . I do love your titties . . . I . . .’
    â€˜Shh. Come on, do it then.’
    Again he nodded, and his hands were trembling badly as they went to his fly. I was loving his helpless excitement, but I did want to see his cock too and watch him come because he couldn’t control his excitement over my body. He took it out, long and pale in his hand, already close to full erection, and his eyes had gone back to my chest as he began to masturbate.
    I smiled down at him, now thoroughly enjoying myself and tempted to tease him even more. Cocking one leg up on a branch, I took my breasts in my hands, lifting them and running my fingers over my nipples to make them pop out. He gave a whimper and said something about puppy-dog’s noses, his hand now hammering up and down on his fully erect cock and his face set in an expression of worship. I leant forward, cupping my breasts and