The Boss's Plaything 1

by Belle Hart

  The Boss's Plaything 1

  by Belle Hart

  Author's note: All sexually active characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Copyright 2016 by Belle Hart

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  The Boss's Plaything 1

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  The Boss's Plaything 1

  I wake up and open my eyes to find myself in a strange bedroom. I am confused for a moment. Then I remember what happened. I walked in on my husband Chad having sex with another woman. At his office! He was actually doing it with her on his office floor. He was working late. I was going to surprise him with a sandwich for dinner. Guess I was the surprised one.

  We’d been married for a year. I’m only 21. I decided to stay at my boss's house for a while. He and I are friends and he offered. When I got here I was surprised to learn my boss had just discovered his wife was cheating on him. She left him last night for her boyfriend she’d been chatting with online. Wow.

  My boss, Jason, is in his mid-thirties. He’s a banker. I do filing and typing for him part time. He’s gorgeous. Tall, wide shoulders, muscles from working out, reddish blond hair, tan skin, sparkly green eyes. Yes, I’ve noticed these things. I have no idea what his wife's boyfriend is like, but how can she leave Jason?

  I stretch my body as I lie in the bed thinking. It’s Saturday morning. I have no idea what I will do now. I have only a part-time job. I was a housewife for a little while. I used to be a model during my childhood and teen years. I have naturally platinum blond hair. Kind of rare, I guess. I stopped modeling because I wasn’t tall enough to continue it into adulthood. I’m only 5’4”. Also, my breasts grew to be rather ample, double D’s. You’d think that’d be okay in the mainstream modeling world, but they actually do prefer smaller breasts, or average sized. The kind of modeling available to busty women was not the kind I was interested in.

  I went to college for a few years, but I could never decide on a major. I have no idea what I want to do. So when I got married, I decided to be a housewife. Chad was okay with that. And then I got a part time job to combat boredom, but I have no ambitions. Jason said I am welcome to stay here as long as I need to. He certainly understands how I feel. Last night we stayed up late talking about it. And drinking a little bit.

  The vibes got a little weird and overly sexual, so we both decided to call it a night. I climb out of bed now a little awkwardly. I’m still feeling a little tipsy. No headache, though. Nice. I’m wearing a really long white T-shirt, and my long curly hair is a little messy as I step out into the hall. I need a glass of water.

  Jason doesn’t seem to be up yet. I make myself some cereal and take it back to my bedroom. I feel kind of weird living in a house with by boss. We haven't spent this much time together alone before.

  When I finish my cereal, I crawl into bed again and pull the covers up to my chin. I’m probably depressed, but I don’t care. What else am I going to do today? It’s hard to erase the image of Chad pounding his dick into his gorgeous red-haired secretary from my mind. And the moaning. I may vomit. I close my eyes and try to think of nicer things. Puppies? I don’t know. I need more sleep.

  I wake up to someone saying my name.

  “Nichole?” he says. Then he pats my shoulder a bit. I open my eyes groggily.

  “Jason?”

  My boss is sitting on my bed, dressed and ready for the day. The light in the room is different. Shadows have shifted.

  “What time is it?” I ask.

  “Three thirty in the afternoon.”

  “Oh, my.”

  He laughs. “Yeah, you kind of overslept. I thought I should wake you. Or see if you’re… depressed.”

  “Duh,” I say, and pull the covers over my head. It's Saturday, but I'm so glad he already agreed it was okay if I took some time off work for a while. I just cannot deal.

  “None of that,” he says, pulling the blankets off my head. “I know how you feel. I spent the day at the shooting range trying to hit bullseyes. Not sure it helped.” He looks a little forlorn now.

  “Alright, I’ll get up,” I say. “But only if we stop talking about the obvious spouse problems. Let’s ignore them and pretend they don’t exist.”

  “Hmm,” he says. “Okay. I’m going to order a pizza. And then we can… play video games or something.”

  “Or you can teach me how to play video games,” I say. “Not sure I know how.”

  “Okay. Good. Up up.” He smiles at me and wanders out of my room to make the call.

  “Pepperoni?” he calls back to me.

  “Yes, please,” I call back.

  Well, we’ve started the drinking again. We ate pizza, played video games all evening, then Jason broke out the beer. I’ve only had a beer and a half, but he’s starting to look damn irresistible to me. We are sitting close on the couch and my feet are curled up on an ottoman. I’m facing him.

  “I can’t believe she left you. You’re gorgeous. What was she thinking?” I suddenly blurt out. I’m too tipsy to even be embarrassed about it.

  He smiles. “Thank you. I think you’re too gorgeous for Chad to cheat on also.”

  “Thank you,” I say. We tap our beer bottles together. Then we laugh.

  He looks at me a little seriously then. “You have very pretty blue eyes, you know.”

  I look away from him. “Where is this going?” I ask quietly. Like I don’t know. I guess we are going to stop ignoring our attraction to each other?

  He reaches out and puts his hand on my cheek and turns my head to face him again. I let him. I look into his eyes as he slowly moves closer to me. I don’t know if I have the nerve to do this. He leans in to kiss me and I turn away at the last second. He stops. He puts his face against my cheek. And then he sensuously kisses my cheek. I feel my body warm up.

  “Oh, Jason, Jason…” I say, unsure.

  “Shh…” he says. “We don’t owe anyone anything.” He goes back to kissing my cheek.

  I feel a tear or two run down my cheek. Chad is the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s kind of sad that that’s over. But Chad’s the one who ended it. Not me. Jason licks the tear off my cheek. I smile. I turn to kiss him back.

  He kisses me passionately. This is so bizarre. This is my boss. This feels wrong. And sort of right. And sort of kinky. I open my mouth to let our tongues tangle together in an erotic dance. He’s a good kisser. I set my beer down on the table behind the couch. Jason does the same with his. Then he starts to unbutton my white long-sleeved blouse. I dress conservatively to hide my big bust. I shiver as his rough hands touch my skin. I pull away from his kiss for a moment.

  “Are we really doing this?” I ask breathlessly. “Nevermind,” I say, and then kiss him again while I laugh. I feel the fog of depression lift as he kisses me. He has my shirt off now. I gingerly reach under his rust-colored T-shirt to feel his defined ab muscles. God, he’s sexy. I am too shy to pull his shirt off, but he stops kissing me long enough to whip it off and toss it aside. It makes me nervous. This is going so fast. I start to hyperventilate a little. He stops kissing.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  “It’s just…” I say, trying to breathe. “I’ve never been with anyone but Chad. I’m a little… inexperienced, I guess.” I close my eyes and try to breathe normally.

  “Oh… it’s okay,” he says, and rubs my shoulders a little. “Here, turn,” he says, turning me around so my back is to him. He starts rubbing my shoulders better now. He really knows how to make me feel good. And relax. He massages my muscles and I feel my breathing return to normal.

  “God, that feels good,” I say. He answers by q
uickly kissing me between my shoulder blades. I laugh. He massages lower on my back. I moan. I hadn’t even realized how tense my muscles were. He massages all the way to the top of my pants, then he stops. I am very turned on right now. I’m kind of afraid to show it. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arms around me and puts his chin on my shoulder.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly.

  “You won’t. You’re not,” I say. I run my fingers up and down his forearms. He pulls away and turns me around to face him again. He kisses me gently. I kiss him back. He gradually gets more passionate. I respond eagerly. While kissing me, he scoops me up in his arms and starts to walk toward the bedrooms. He stops before he gets there. I see what he is thinking. He doesn’t want to sleep with me in the bed he shared with his wife.

  “Guest bedroom?” I ask.

  “Not your room?” he asks.

  “I sort of spilled cereal in the bed,” I say sheepishly.

  “You rascal,” he says with a laugh. I laugh too. Then we kiss. He sort of stumbles as he carries me to the guest bedroom while kissing me. He lays me down on the white bedspread with little purple flowers. It’s a queen-sized bed. He reaches around and unhooks the back of my plain white bra. Then he slowly peels the bra off of me, exposing my large breasts. I shiver and stare at him with desire.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he says as he kisses me. He slides his fingers over one of my breasts and plays with it a little. I moan. “You like that?” he asks. Then he kisses down my neck and clavicle and slowly makes his way to one of my breasts. He surrounds the nipple and areola with his warm mouth and sucks eagerly while massaging the other breast with his hand. I moan loudly. My pussy is so wet now. I can’t believe we are doing this.

  He moves his mouth to the other breast and sucks on that one for a while too. I run my fingers through his hair. I can feel my body swell with desire. My heart is beating fast. I want him so bad.

  “Oh, God, Jason,” I moan as he sucks. He stops sucking and lies down on top of me, then presses his mouth to my mouth again. His mouth churns in unison with mine as our tongues dance. I run my fingers up his back, gripping his muscles. Then I run my fingers down his back and slip them inside his pants to cup his bare ass. I squeeze his muscles there too. He groans. He reaches down to undo the fly of my tan slacks. Then he scoots them off my hips. I gasp and blush. I am still nervous.

  He quiets me with a kiss. I reach down to undo the fly of his gray khaki pants. He helps me. I can feel his erection pressing into my body. He slides down his pants and his hard cock is even more obvious as it presses my thigh. He gets up briefly to pull his pants and socks off. Then he slides my pants and little white socks off too. He looks me in the eye as he slowly pulls my white panties off, down my legs, and onto the floor. I am totally naked now.

  Then he pulls off his boxer briefs and I see his cock for the first time. It’s quite impressive. Bigger than Chad’s. It’s long and thick. It looks strong. I’m a little intimidated, but I really want him inside me too. He lies down on top of me again, our bare skin touching now. His dick is teasing the outside of my pussy as he kisses me passionately again. I gingerly spread my legs for him, which makes my heart pound with embarrassment.

  He massages my breasts as he kisses me. He reaches one hand down and slips his fingers inside my wet pussy. He stops kissing me then to look me in the eye. His face is full of desire, and I’m sure mine is too.

  “You want this?” he asks breathlessly. “You’re sure?”

  “Yes,” I say, and a few tears leak out of my eyes again. “Put it in.” Then I turn away as I blush. He kisses my cheek. Then he guides his big dick into my pussy with his hand. I am shocked by the size of him and how it feels. It’s scary, but wonderful.

  “Oh, God…” I say, then I moan. He pushes himself deeper into me. I groan. He kisses my cheek again and my ear, which turns me on more. Then he starts to slowly thrust into me. I grunt. I can feel my sexual juices flooding my pussy with wetness.

  “Oh, God, Nichole,” he says as he thrusts into me slowly. He shivers a little. I stroke his back as he fucks me.

  I can feel my body tingling with pleasure. He fills me up so completely. He even stretches me a little, he’s so big. I am in awe.

  “Oh, God,” he says again. “You are a perfect fit… so tight…” He moans.

  I feel my pussy spasm in a mini orgasm as I groan. He speeds up his thrusting then.

  “Oh, God, I can’t believe I’m fucking you,” he says as he thrusts into me. I groan at his words. Pleasure is starting to build to an almost unbearable level inside my cunt.

  “Oh, God!” I yell as I feel it start to build to a peak. “Oh, God, fuck me!” I say as he begins to rapidly pound his dick into me, over and over. I groan a long groan as I feel the climax coming. “UGGHHHH!” I grunt loudly as my orgasm explodes inside me. I feel extreme waves of pleasure pulse through my pussy and outward. Tears spring out of my eyes. He keeps frantically fucking me, out of breath.

  I feel another pleasure wave tingle through me as he fucks. Another orgasm is building up in me. “Oh God oh God, UGGGHHHHH!” I yell as another exquisite burst of pleasure hits me. I start to sob. He continues to fuck.

  “Oh, please, oh-UGGHHHHH!” I groan loudly as another orgasm grips me hard and rides my body, clenching my muscles again. I keep sobbing.

  Finally he shoves his dick hard into me a few more times, then cums with a loud yell, “UGGGHHH!” He shoots cum inside me, a lot of it. I am breathless and crying. He is catching his breath, his strong tall body still pressing into mine. He kisses the tears off my cheeks. Then he gathers me into his arms and rolls onto his side, still holding me.

  He runs his fingers down my back as I stop crying.

  “Please tell me those were happy tears,” Jason says quietly, still breathing hard.

  “I think they were,” I say with a small laugh. He chuckles. I bury my face in his chest and he holds me tight. We fall asleep.

  I wake up the next morning and I am under the covers in the guest bed now, still naked. Jason is nowhere to be found. It’s Sunday morning. I look over and see a piece of paper on his pillow. I reach for it. I unfold it and read the note.

  “I went out to get bagels and hot chocolate (I know you don’t like coffee), be back soon, Jason.”

  I smile. That is so sweet. I set the note down and stretch my body. My vagina is actually a little sore. That’s awesome. It makes me feel so satisfied. I sit up in bed. I see he has politely gathered the clothes I wore last night into a little pile at the foot of the bed. I get up and quickly put them on. Even if I’m just going to go down the hall to my room and put on new clothes anyway, after a shower. I am so shy about my body.

  I walk lazily down the hall to my room. I feel so good this morning. So relaxed. Chad is not like Jason in the bedroom. Chad never really cared how I felt. Sometimes I didn’t even have an orgasm with him. And I didn’t even fake one. He didn’t care. He wasn’t into foreplay either. He never made me feel amazing. How could my boss's wife give him up? Bizarre!

  Once I get to my room, I set out some clean clothes for myself on my bed, then I get naked again and put on my big terrycloth robe. I go across the hall for a shower.

  After the shower, I dress, this time in jeans and a T-shirt. I thought I’d try being casual for once. The T-shirt is pale blue and sort of fitted. It shows off my big breasts. Something I am not usually okay with. I have a tiny waist and my hips are small but curvy. It makes my boobs really stand out. But for just wearing around the house, it’s okay.

  I patter down the hall to the kitchen in my bare feet. I can hear Jason in there opening cupboards. He is wearing jean shorts and a dark blue T-shirt and flip flops. It’s not summer anymore, early September, but it’s still warm outside.

  I lean over onto the countertop of the island in the middle of the kitchen. Waiting for him to turn around. Finally he does. He looks momentarily startled but then smiles. He sets two plates on the island.

/>   “You’re as sneaky as a cat,” he says playfully.

  “Sorry.” I smile.

  “I got bagels,” he says, lifting the bag for me to see.

  “Awesome,” I say. He hands me the bag. I look inside. There are different kinds. I grab a blueberry one. I hand the bag back to him.

  He hands me one of the hot cocoas from the cup holder.

  “Thank you,” I say as I take it. I take a sip. Heavenly. I’m a chocoholic. Even on a warm September day the hot liquid feels great.

  He spreads cream cheese on a bagel as he stares at me. He looks happy.

  “So, what do you want to do today?” he asks me kindly.

  I know what I want to do more of today, but I am too polite to say it.

  “Umm…” I say, blushing.

  “We don’t have to…” he says. “I mean we could do anything you want. Not necessarily… sexy things.”

  I take a bite of my bagel and stare at the counter. He watches me as I chew and swallow and take a sip of my cocoa.

  “I kind of want to do… sexy things,” I say, still staring at the counter. He says nothing. I look up to see him smiling at me.

  “Okay,” he says. “You should finish your breakfast first, though.”

  I nod. Then I take my bagel and cocoa into the living room to hide my blush.

  It’s mid morning and Jason and I are sitting on the couch. We’ve finished breakfast. He has his arm around me and is running the fingers of his other hand down my jaw as he gently kisses me. I feel like he is waking things up inside me that I never knew existed. Chad was kind of a brute to me I am now realizing.

  Jason is moving his free hand down to the hem of my shirt now. He reaches up under the cloth to touch the bare skin of my stomach. I shiver. He is so gentle with me. It turns me on. He slowly works his way up to the back of my bra and unclasps it with one hand. Impressive. Then he gently moves his hand up under my bra to caress the bare skin of my breasts. I moan and my pussy floods with wetness. He knows exactly what I like.