Free The Boss by Monica Belle Page B

squeezing them together to show him what cleavage I had, and as I did so I stuck out my tongue and waggled it at him.
    That was too much for him. He gave a single muted grunt and he’d come in his hand, thick white semen running down over his fingers as he finished himself off with a final crescendo of hard tugs. I couldn’t help but laugh, just at the expression on his face and at how much he’d been prepared to sacrifice – both his car,wreck that it was, and his dignity – for the sake of seeing my breasts. Only his shamefaced look as he put his cock away changed my mind, making me feel sorry for him.
    â€˜I don’t mean to take the piss, Dave. I did enjoy that.’
    â€˜Yeah? Like you act it.’
    â€˜No, really. It was fun. I . . . I like to see your cock.’
    â€˜What, for real?’
    â€˜Yes. I promise. You’ve even turned me on a bit.’
    It was true, sort of, if only because it was quite a naughty situation, and I do like to show off, but what he asked for took me completely aback.
    â€˜Why not do it in front of me then?’
    â€˜Do what?’
    â€˜You know, touch yourself off. You did it for Pete, and stuff.’
    What is it with men? They think because you get off with one of them it means you’re up for everything and with everybody. They can’t keep their mouths shut either. I knew what he meant by stuff too, which sent a little shiver between my thighs as I answered.
    â€˜Pete is Pete, you’re you.’
    â€˜Yeah, but . . .’
    â€˜Oh, allright. You’re such a fucking pervert, Dave.’
    I just wanted to put him in his place, because I was already tugging my skirt up. It felt good, to be bare and dishevelled outdoors, the sun warm on my naked breasts, and on my thighs and bottom as I pushed my knickers down. Now I was enjoying showing off, fully, and the look of worship in his eyes as I let my thighs come wide to show him exactly what I was doing.
    His mouth had come open like a goldfish as I began to masturbate, with my pleasure rising quickly, the thrill of being naughty outdoors mixing with the thrillof my power over him and the sheer physical joy of playing with myself. I knew I could make him lick me if I wanted. I knew I could make him do anything if I wanted.
    Only it wasn’t what I wanted. As I stood there, bold and in control, showing myself off because a man had begged for me, so as my orgasm began to rise up new thoughts pushed unbidden into my head, thoughts I’d had earlier, of me grovelling on my knees, stark naked as I licked and sucked on Stephen English’s cock and balls, begging to be permitted to let him satisfy himself in my mouth.
    I tried to fight it, thinking of how Dave had begged just to see me bare, but it wouldn’t work. It was Stephen I wanted, and I knew he’d never beg. He’d have me bare though, naked on my knees while he was fully dressed in his smart suit, only with his cock and balls rising proud and virile from his fly, for the pleasure of my mouth, for me to worship him, to lick and suck and kiss until he gave me everything he had full in my open mouth.
    As I came I cried out in ecstasy, making a thorough, uninhibited exhibition of myself, but I didn’t care. In my mind I wasn’t even there, and Dave mattered not at all. In my mind I was on the floor of Stephen’s office, kneeling in the nude as I sucked on his cock and rubbed myself to ecstasy for the privilege.

4
    I REALLY DID not want to go into work on the Tuesday morning, and it had nothing to do with walking back across the Breckland and not getting home until well after dark. It did have a little to do with my dislike for my job, but mostly it was because of Stephen English. Not that he was to blame, as such, but that only made it worse.
    As it happened, it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. With the men from the council coming the next day all three of us were too busy for me