Danica Williams
Banged By The Boss
It was a cold, rainy Monday morning in February, and Adrian was fed up. He and Imelda had just returned from Barbados, a fabulous all-inclusive break, courtesy of Imelda’s father, Sir John. They had spent the last week in glorious sunshine, and he had even gotten a shag from Imelda. (Long gone were the days when she wanted to fuck all the time: now he was lucky to get it a couple of times a month.)
The trouble was, Imelda was an extremely wealthy heiress, but ugly as fuck. When they had first met, ten years ago, she hadn’t been too bad, and had at least made an effort with her appearance. In the early days, she had made him feel like the biggest man in the world, but all that changed when she got the ring on her finger. The reality now was that she spent her days ‘lunching with the girls’ or ‘shopping with Mother’. She relied on the staff to prepare his meals, and rarely wanted any bedroom action. He felt trapped.
By seven thirty, he was out of the door and en-route to the office. He was Senior Manager at Ferguson and Son, one of the largest Stockbrokers in the City of London, and had a staff of about thirty (give or take, he never noticed the juniors come and go). The underground was packed, as usual, and Adrian spent his journey gazing out of the window, and fantasising about Francesca, the new trainee. She was eighteen, and half Italian, with fabulous tits and long dark hair. She wore dark red lipstick, and he could picture her on her knees, with those beautiful red lips sucking his hard cock. He could feel himself start to stiffen, and it took all his concentration to make it stop. “Later,” he thought to himself, and wondered how quickly he could get her into his office. Immediately, his mood began to lighten, and he exited the underground with a smirk on his face and a spring in his step. “This week doesn’t look so bad after all” he thought to himself.
“God, nine o’clock Monday morning. Don’t you just hate Mondays?” moaned Sara to just about anyone that would listen. Sara secretly loved coming into work, but was determined not to let that bastard, Adrian, know. Since her divorce, forty year old Sara had been very lonely, and enjoyed the company of her workmates. She was a five foot four, cuddly woman, with soft curves most men seemed to love the look of. Lately though, she had been beginning to have secret fantasies about making love to another woman. After the shit way her husband had treated her, maybe it was time to give the fairer sex a go.
“Morning” said Francesca, cheerfully. “I don’t mind Mondays, it gives me a chance to ogle Adrian, actually.” Although she had a stunning body, and waist length dark-brown hair, she was completely oblivious to the effect she had on the men in the office. She thought that Adrian was the most attractive man she had ever met, and didn’t mind the age difference; if only he would give her a chance, he would see she was different to his frumpy wife.
At that moment, Adrian came striding confidently out of his office.
“Morning all” he said, with a sneer on his face. He just knew all the women wanted to fuck him, and the men wanted to be him. “Come into my office Francesca” he said haughtily. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the tube ride, and was still feeling horny.
“Certainly” she replied immediately. “Maybe he’s realised how much I like him” she thought excitedly, and grabbing her notebook and pen, hurried in behind him.
Adrian was sat behind his desk, gazing out of the window, with his back to the door.
“ What can I do for you, Mr Forbes” Francesca asked.
“How long have you been here now?” said Adrian. “It’s about time we dispensed with the Mr thing, call me Adrian”.
“Erm, ok ….Adrian” she replied hesitantly. “I’ve been here three months now. Is everything ok with my work?”
“You are doing fine, Francesca”, he said, and swivelled his chair to face her.
She was amazed to find him with his zip undone, cock in hand, gently stroking a massive erection.
“Lock the door, and come here” he commanded.
Francesca hurriedly locked the door, her heart pumping fast. She was scared, yet excited, at the same time. “What does he want me to do?” she wondered.
“I think it’s about time you got a bit extra responsibility” Adrian said, while still pleasuring himself.
Francesca didn’t know whether to look at his face or gaze at the impressive cock. In the end, the sight of his dick won. She had never seen an erect one before. She couldn’t take her eyes off the size of it. “I bet that feels so good”, she thought, and was aware of a certain moistness between her legs.
“How would you like to become my PA?” said Adrian.
She dragged her eyes away from his cock, and looked into his face. “But, but I didn’t think I was qualified enough” she stammered.
“There’s only one qualification I need from you” he said, “and that’s how good you can suck my cock. Now come here and get on your knees.”
Mesmerised by him, she knew she couldn’t say no, and walked around his desk.
“Now get on your knees” he commanded. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt and white fitted top, and he could clearly see the outline of her perky breasts through the thin material. Francesca had difficulty getting on the floor with the tightness of the skirt, so quickly stepped out of it.
“That’s a bonus” thought Adrian. “I didn’t think she would strip that quickly”.
“You do like me, don’t you?” whispered Francesca.
“Of course I like you. I don’t just get anyone to suck my cock, now get on with it”.
Francesca looked deep into his eyes and knew that he was using her, but what the hell, if she got a promotion, who cares? and moved her red-lipped soft mouth towards his cock. Adrian began to breathe heavily almost immediately. She held the base of the shaft hesitantly, and began to lick around the rim. It was obvious to Adrian that she had never done this before, and it was an amazing turn-on. “Get ‘em young and teach ‘em” he thought.
“Take it into your mouth, but watch your teeth” he ordered. “Now stroke the shaft” he said, and put his hand over hers to show her the movement he wanted. “Move your tongue around and suck gently”. She soon began to get the hang of it, even though the sheer size made her want to gag. “Am I doing ok?” she asked him, looking up through her long eyelashes. “Don’t fucking stop!” he commanded. “You are doing fine” he gasped, his breath quickening, and his hips straining upwards to get more of himself into the warm wetness of her mouth. Francesca obliged, deciding that she quite liked doing this after all. Within no time, Adrian couldn’t hold back, and pumped his cum into her throat, groaning noisily. As the salty taste hit the back of her throat, Adrian ordered her to swallow, and she did so, even though she thought she was going to be sick. A fine line of cum trailed down her chin as she looked up at him.
“Wipe your face, and get your skirt on” he barked at her.
“But I thought you liked me?” Francesca said questioningly.
“I do like you and you did ok, for what was obviously your first time” he replied, “but I have an important meeting at ten that I can’t get out of. Play your cards right, and I will get you in here this afternoon for another practice” he smirked.
Francesca quickly wiped the cum off her chin, and standing up, couldn’t get her skirt on fast enough. She hurriedly walked in the direction of the main office, stammering, “I.. I will see you later then, Adrian”.
“Don’t call me that in front of other people” he replied. “Let that be our little secret for now. We don’t want everyone knowing that you are going to be my next PA, and what you have just done, do we?” and once again turned his back on her. “Well, that was a bit of a quickie” he murmured to himself. “I think I may have to allocate a bit longer this afternoon”, and with that, prepared himself for his meeting.
Francesca entered the main office quickly, with her head down, her cheeks flaming. The whole incident had left her bewildered, and not knowing whether it had all been some kind of daydream. She had thought about Adrian almost constantly for the last three months, and even though she knew he was married; fantasised about him leaving the horrendous Imelda for her.
Imelda had deigned to join everyone at the office Christmas party, and had spent all her time sucking up to Ralph Ferguson, the CEO, who was a sixty year old self-made multi-millionaire. Although Imelda was wealthy in her own right, she considered that it made good business sense to align herself and Adrian with such an important
