Extra Taboo - a Collection of Taboo Adult Erotic Stories for Women: Erotica for Women, by Women

by Meredith McClain

  The Boss's Devilish Daughter

  The Sorority Sister’s White Box

  Going Hardcore

  The Cum Girl

  Civilized

  Orgy with the Jocks

  White Pussy, Black Cocks

  The Anal Game

  Extra Taboo

  A Collection of Taboo Adult Erotic Stories for Women

  [Erotica for Women, by Women]

  Published by: Sizzling Erotica for Women, by Women

  Edited by: Meredith McClain

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  Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and is intended for those over the age of 18 only.

  The Boss's Devilish Daughter

  by

  Kim Wilkerson

  Kirsty swept into the office not so bright and early on Monday at 9.45am.

  'Morning all,' she announced to the pool of secretaries she sat with, giving an exaggerated wave and wink acknowledging the time.

  She knew at last half the secretaries hated her, but she couldn't help her bloodline. Being the boss's daughter had to have its occasional advantages and a little lie in was what she needed sometimes on a Monday.

  'K..K...Kirsty you're l...l..late,' stammered the Office Manager.

  Kirsty looked disdainfully at Mark. The fact he was an office manager, traditionally a woman's domain, rather than a director or executive of the company was one offensive quality she attributed to him. Why couldn't he 'man up' and get a real job in the firm of lawyers? Secondly, any person in a managerial position should not be stammering a warning to their staff.

  She could never take him seriously with all the saliva flying from his mouth, as his tongue tripped over the words. Add that to the fact he needed a new wardrobe, a personal trainer at the gym and a regular skin cleansing routine and she had a rather poor specimen of a manager in front of her. Kirsty knew hew assessment was extra bitchy but Mark was one accessory of the company her father could afford to lose.

  'I'm barely late M – M- Mark.'

  'Kirsty!' a sharp voice called from the doorway of the secretaries room.

  She batted her lashes at Jason McManus. Now there was a man she wouldn't mind be spanked by on account of her tardiness. He was slim, over six foot, had piercing green eyes, black hair, chiselled cheek bones, a square chin and was generally a heart throb masquerading as a lawyer.

  'Yes Mr McManus?'

  'In my office now.'

  With an exaggerated sigh, she raised herself from her black, orthopaedic office chair, flicked her hair as she passed Jason and strode down the hall to his office. Jason followed her in closing the door behind him.

  'I don't want you speaking to Mark like that.'

  'What concern is it of yours?'

  'It concerns me that you would treat any human like that. Making fun of whatever....'

  'Whatever what?'

  'Flaws, disabilities, afflictions - I don't care what you call it Kirsty, it's not the done thing,' chastised Jason.

  'I don't think it's the done thing for him to be spitting at me first thing on a Monday morning.'

  'He's got a stammer Kirsty. Stop mocking him and don't be disrespectful.'

  'Because he's my boss?' she asked, her eyes narrowing.

  'Because he's a person. I generally think you should treat everyone with respect unless they do something to demonstrate they don't warrant it. I don't believe Mark's actually done anything for you to speak to him like that.'

  'He certainly hasn't earned my respect; prancing around in a woman's job.'

  'Yeah well you didn't exactly earn your position here, but I don't see him making an issue of it.'

  Jason's barbed comment stung. Admittedly Kirsty had walked into her job as leader of her team of secretaries without any experience or qualifications, but she never liked hearing what she knew everyone thought actually voiced aloud.

  'Right well. Lecture taken on-board. Can I go now?'

  'Why were you late?'

  'It was fifteen minutes,' muttered Kirsty, standing up and heading for the door.

  Jason stood up and put his hand on the door to prevent her pulling it open.

  'It was forty-five minutes.'

  'Was it?' she asked genuinely surprised.

  'We start at nine Kirsty.'

  'Sorry,' she apologised meekly.

  She tugged at the handle and glowered at Jason when it didn't open.

  'So why were you late?'

  'This is beginning to get tiresome Jason. You're not my boss.'

  'No that's Mark, but you didn't answer him. As your team of secretaries work for my sector, your absence has been duly noted. It affects the work, or rather lack of it being provided to my team.'

  'Whatever. I had a lie in. I went to the salon. The alarm didn't go off. I had to get the morning after pill. Believe what you want. Make up what you want, because honestly, I'm getting annoyed now.'

  'Kirsty, you may have everyone in this office running scared because your Daddy's girl, but not me. Rest assured it'll be written up as a warning on your file.'

  'Fine!'

  She wanted to slap his perfect face. Her entire façade was about to crumble. She knew she'd been horrible to Mark and he'd made her feel bad enough about that, but jibes regarding her father were too low.

  'Think about how you act and how you talk to people. Unless you want everyone here hating you, maybe try playing nice once in a while.'

  Jason opened the door for her to walk through. His green eyes studied her blue ones. She could feel and taste his warm minty breath and hoped he might act on impulse; kiss her to soften the impact of his verbal dressing down. She tilted her head and parted her mouth ever so slightly. He leaned down close to her.

  'I'm not the post-room boy Kirsty, so I'm not very likely to succumb to your charms. I know young Gary is perfect for pissing off Daddy, but I'm kind of too old to for those sort of games. Gary will grow up one day and realise how boring it is to let the spoilt, little rich girl control everything.'

  Jason watched her stalk out wordlessly. There was a degree of achievement seeing he'd dented her armour slightly. He had an inkling there might be a half decent secretary in their somewhere, maybe even a half decent person, but unless someone had the balls to stand up to the boss's daughter any potential decency would dissolve in her abundance of wealth and privilege.

  Kirsty took the scenic route back to her office and stopped off at the toilets for a good cry. It was a few too many home truths to start a week with. She was ashamed of herself for making fun of Mark, not that she'd ever let Mark know, and she'd abhorred hearing the reason behind her casual relationship with Gary was obvious to everyone. Worse than all that was the contempt Jason had looked at her with. She hated she had been bothered by it, but she had a habit of wanting what she couldn't have and Jason was immune to her charms.

  Having regained her composure she returned to the office and distributed the work for the day. She retained her 'don't care' air and had the girls in her
team giggling as she did impressions of Mark.

  She struggled through the day and decided to slip downstairs at 4.30pm. True to his word, Jason had emailed through her official warning, copying in the Human Resources Manager. Risking another warning would make no real difference. Deep down she knew Jason was fully aware she could have ten warnings and her Dad wouldn't sack her. He had proved his point, now she was proving hers. Jason would not or could not control her.

  Taking the elevator down to the basement she was welcomed by Gary. Jason had been right – he was a little like a puppy dog. He was eager to see her and enthused by her presence.

  'What's going on?' asked Gary.

  Compared to Jason who was nearing forty, at nineteen Gary was a baby. Four years her junior, hooking up with the post-room boy at the Christmas party had been quite the office scandal. Age gap aside, Gary had one armed covered in tattoos, piercings, ear rings and short hair, dyed blue. His striking appearance was possibly the reason he'd never been promoted within the company and was relegated to spending most of his time in the basement sorting and preparing the post.

  'I'm not really in the mood for talking,' smiled Kirsty coyly.

  It was true. Her encounter with Jason had put a dampener on her spirits. A little unrequited love and affection could well be the cure for her mood.

  Her subtlety didn't go unnoticed. Without warning Gary kissed her and pushed her to the wall. He was tearing at her blouse.

  'Careful, it's expensive,' she shrieked.

  Gary apologised as he fumbled with the buttons. As soon as he caught sight of her tits in the black lacy, push up bra he was pulling down the cups and taking each breast in his mouth ravenously. She moaned as he sucked and bit her nipples.

  Eyes closed, enjoying Gary fondling her tits she could hear him undoing his belt.

  'On your knees Gary,' she smiled; her eyes remained shut.

  He dropped immediately. She laughed to herself acknowledging the boy really would do anything for her. Slowly she raised her skirt, exposing her stockings and garter-belts. Her hands went to his blue hair and she pulled his face to her crotch.

  As young as he was, Gary didn't need direction. He moved her panties to one side and let his tongue part her lips. His fingers prised her pussy apart to allow his tongue better access. She knew she was dripping in response to him. The feel of her panties bunched to one side, the boy on his knees, the probing tongue was enough to bring her to climax there and then, but she wanted to wait.

  As he nibbled her cunt lips, the feel of his teeth on such a tender part of her, had her groaning. She moved herself on his tongue, grinding herself against his face, smothering him in her juices so he was desperate for air. When he surfaced, she gave him little time to breathe before drawing him back to her needy clit. She used his tongue as a dildo, letting it into her slit. His tongue fucking was amazing but Kirsty needed her climax.

  'Make me cum baby,' she begged.

  Gary flicked his tongue over her clit before latching onto it and sucking hard. As she was on the verge of an orgasm she heard a movement in the basement.

  'Wow. I'm sure Daddy would be really proud.'

  Gary jumped up, but Kirsty knew exactly who it was.

  'I'd love to say I was dropping something off to be posted Gaz, but errr... Kirsty had gone AWOL. I had an emergency letter I needed typed up. I assumed as team leader she'd be here to do the job for me or at least delegate it to someone competent.'

  Kirsty cursed inside her head. Her watch face showed it was past five. Some secretaries worked late, but most would have gone on time if Kirsty was thought to have already departed.

  'I take it someone far better than me has done the job now,' said Kirsty.

  'No. No one from your team was there at 5.01pm Kirsty. I thought I might check out the post room to see if you were around. I'm sorry to have disturbed you but perhaps you'd let me dictate the letter so we can both get home.'

  'Of course Jason.'

  Kirsty's smile was watery. Gary went to kiss her goodbye but she recoiled instantly at the sight and smell of his face. He looked hurt, she thought Gary was lucky; better to be hurt than humiliated.

  She was less than pleased to hear Gary apologising profusely to Jason for his behaviour and stormed out of the room.

  'You look flushed,' commented Jason as she sat on her chair and rebooted her computer.

  'And you look rushed. Big case is it?'

  'It's an important one.'

  'If it's not big financially you shouldn't have bothered. My Dad is all about the money. A tiddler like this won't even register with him.'

  'It's not about your father's approval Kirsty; it's about ensuring our clients are all treated equally. I'm here to be a good solicitor, not to make a bundle of money to attract a gold-digging woman to bleed me dry later in life.'

  'Well at least you wouldn't have to worry about that if you were dating me,' laughed Kirsty.

  She shocked herself blurting the comment out.

  'I didn't realise you were on the market after the scene downstairs,' said Jason shrewdly.

  'Call it a lapse in judgement.'

  'I'm sure Gary would love to hear that.'

  'I doubt he'd understand the meaning.'

  'Wow if that's how you talk about the guys going down on you, I'd love to hear how you talk to the guys that actually get to fuck you.'

  'Fuck me and you might find out,' she challenged.

  'No I don't think so. Lapses in judgement aren't particularly favoured in my profession.'

  She'd left herself open to that. Jason may spend his time enlightening her as to what a bitch she could be but he was a master of putting her down. Kirsty wasn't sure how much of a battering her once high self-esteem could endure in one day. Not only had she given Jason the opportunity to bring her down, she'd been far too open with her obvious attraction to him. He had all the tools he needed now to wound her.

  'Let's finish the letter,' said Kirsty stonily.

  Deliberate or not, Jason seemed hell bent on keeping her in the office for as long as he could. There were endless amendments and rewordings of the letter. When he was finally satisfied he asked her to email it out and print out copies to go in the following days post.

  '8.23pm,' said Kirsty, 'Don't expect to see me in till 12.23pm tomorrow.'

  '11.38am,' murmured Jason.

  'What?' asked Kirsty.

  'I said 11.38am. You didn't take off the forty-five minutes you were late this morning.'

  'You really don't miss a trick do you Mr McManus?'

  'Not with you behaving like a magician doing your disappearing act as and when it suits you, which seems to be quite regularly.'

  'Guess I deserved that one.'

  He smiled at her and for the first time in a long time; she saw the smile reached his eyes.

  'I was going to remark that I'd be amazed if you even bothered showing up tomorrow.'

  'You won't know until tomorrow whether you should have said it or not,' quipped Kirsty.

  'I could always whisk you home with me tonight to ensure you were in work bright and early tomorrow morning,' he suggested.

  Kirsty scanned his face to see if he was actually flirting with her or setting her up for another humiliation to conclude this less than perfect Monday. His green eyes gave nothing away. Holding her breath, Kirsty threw her arms around Jason's neck and kissed him.

  He devoured her, with his lips matching her unabated hunger. Grabbing her wrists he pushed her onto her desk.

  'Your office,' she panted.

  'No out here,' he insisted.

  With his vice-like grip on her, he had her sitting on her desk. The keyboard was digging into her bottom but she tried to block the discomfort from impinging on a moment she'd been longing for since she'd started working over a year ago.

  His hand went between her thighs and her breathing became raspy. She audibly responded to his fingers tugging her panties aside. He firmly pushed his thumb onto her clit and exerted pres
sure. Kirsty arched her back and eagerly tried to rub against it. He let it slide down to collect her juices and then returned to the protruding pink nub where he had enough lube to massage her with his thumb. As he worked her expertly, she tried to drag him back into a kiss but he refused her; preferring to watch her face as he lavished her clit with his attention.

  As she was getting close, he changed tactic and roughly forced two fingers inside her pussy. She gasped loudly as he squeezed in a third. He moved his hand in and out, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. He included a fourth finger and she begged for mercy. Refusing her request he continued finger fucking her. The sensation was new to her; both exquisite and trying simultaneously. He twisted his hand sharply left and then right, brushing internal nerve endings she'd never had caressed before.