1. Owning My Boss


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    Something out of the ordinary happened at work the other day: I got summoned to see the big boss. Didn’t know what it was about. Was I in trouble for some reason? “Emily, hi,” said Mr Rose, as I entered his penthouse office. His office, his secretary out in the anteroom, that’s all there was on the top floor. The air felt different up here. Rarified. “Hi,” I replied, controlling my anxiety. “Should I close the door?” “Yes please,” he said. “And take a seat.” I closed the door behind me and made a beeline across metres of opulent carpet towards the chair in front of his desk. “Over there I mean,” he said, when I’d almost reached him, pointing to the couch by the wall. He was smiling at me, a genuine sort of smile. “Ok, sure,” I said, beaming back. Clearly I wasn’t in any trouble. I’d been a mixture of nerves and excitement after getting the call. Now I was just excited. I’d had hardly a glimpse of Mr Rose in the months I’ve spent on the premises. Nothing unusual there. Plenty of people who have worked there a lot longer than me have never actually met him. The guy is a legend and his elusiveness is a part of it. Now here was little old me, junior trainee in her first proper job, standing right slap bang in his office. Just the two of us! I turned and sauntered towards the couch, guessing that Mr Rose was grabbing the opportunity to admire my butt. He was a middle aged man after all, boss or not, and those types can’t stop themselves ogling when it comes to pretty young ...
    girls. Fine by me. I’m aware of how desirable I am and I enjoy the effect I have on the male of the species. I didn’t mind one bit if he was looking. Would be deeply disappointing if he wasn’t. I injected a little extra sway and wiggle into my walk. I’m such a player! I am, really. Like the skirts I wear to the office. Don’t get me wrong, they’re professional and all, not talking slutty. But they are always snug and several inches above the knee. I know exactly how alluring my slinky legs and pert little ass look in these skirts. That’s why I wear them. Not to mention the sassy tops. Sometimes I wear a bra, often I don’t. Just depends on my mood, how brazen and sexy I feel that day. I suppose it’s too much for the workplace, but I don’t care a hoot. When a girl is exceedingly pretty it lends heaps of self confidence and, blessed with a bod like mine, it would be a shame not to show it off. Least that’s my take on the matter Certainly has the desired effect on male colleagues. Especially the ones on my floor. There are other females down there but none of them are a hottie like me. I have the field to myself, only show in town, and I make the most of it. I’ve been driving the guys beserk since the day I started. Poor things are forever fighting over me, trying to impress. Every last one of them would strangle their own granny to get into my knickers. Don’t have the remotest chance, needless to say, bunch of dumb losers. But it’s fun to toy with them all, sashay around the place ...
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