Mr. CEOooooooo

by Olivia T. Turner

  I thank her and walk to the building with a spring in my step. It’s chilly out in the early morning, but there’s heat rushing through my body from my head to my toes as anticipation of what’s to come settles in.

  I have no idea what to expect today, but I can’t wait to find out what Mr. Decker has planned for me.

  “You’re back,” the receptionist says, smiling as I walk in through the door. “And looking good!”

  I grin as I glance down at my new outfit. Two thousand dollars bought me enough clothes to throw all of my other old ratty clothes out. I’m wearing a blue and white striped skirt that ends just above my knees with a white blouse and a pink jacket over it just like Mr. Decker requested.

  And just like Mr. Decker requested, I’m not wearing any panties underneath. It feels so thrilling to have the cool air blow up and tickle my pussy that’s already warm and wet just from stepping into the building.

  “I got the job,” I say, smiling back at the receptionist. She tells me her name is Ruby and after chatting for a minute I wish her a good day and hurry upstairs. I don’t want to keep my mean, demanding boss waiting otherwise he might punish me. On second thought, maybe that would be fun…

  Adrenaline rushes through my veins with every floor that the elevator rises. I stare at the button of the top floor as I think back to yesterday for the seven hundredth time since I woke up.

  I don’t know why I ran.

  His hands on me felt so good, and I desperately wanted to see what was going to happen next. But then the door opened and that guy came in, and I just panicked.

  I just wasn’t prepared for the connection between us to be so strong. I wasn’t ready for his hands to take over my body, or for his words to control me so completely. The intense intimacy came out of nowhere. I was putty in his strong hands, and I would have done whatever he had ordered me to do.

  So when the door opened, I was jerked out of my slutty daze, and I just grabbed the money and ran. Maybe I was scared by the intensity of my attraction to him, maybe I was afraid of the lengths I would have gone to in order to please him, or maybe my fight or flight instinct came in and I just had to run from the big bad alpha beast in front of me. Whatever it was, I spent the rest of the day regretting leaving, and the rest of the night looking forward to this morning.

  The elevator opens on the top floor and I take a deep breath before stepping out. It’s still early in the morning and there are not too many people in the office yet. The people that have already arrived are busy at work and don’t seem to notice me as I walk to Mr. Decker’s office.

  I’m feeling extremely naked with no underwear on as I walk down the professional-looking halls.

  Carol’s hardened eyes glare at me as I walk past her office. I just smirk back at her and give her a little wave. Bitch.

  I retrace my steps from yesterday, walking down the maze of hallways as my heart pounds in my chest. I’m intensely aware of the fact that I have no panties on as I turn the corner and Mr. Decker’s large office comes into view. He doesn’t seem to be here yet, so I walk to Rose’s old desk, which is now mine, and slip into the seat.

  I turn on the computer and look around, opening drawers as it loads. My breath catches in my throat when I see my name card on the desk. Violet Decker. Personal Secretary.

  So, it wasn’t just me. He felt it too.

  Heavy footsteps echo down the hall and I dart my eyes up just in time to see him walk in. My breath starts to pick up, and my pussy pulses, getting warm and wet with just the sight of him.

  He’s looking so fuckable in a fitted gray suit, white shirt, and a black tie. His hair is combed to the side again, but it’s not as meticulous as yesterday. There are some strands loose, like he’s lost a bit of control, and there’s a touch of darkness under his eyes, like he couldn’t sleep last night.

  My heart stops as his eyes connect with mine, sending warm shivers racing through my trembling body.

  Holy shit.

  I can’t breathe. I’m frozen in the chair as he licks his lips while stalking forward. This is what it must feel like to be standing in front of a hungry lion while being wrapped in bacon.

  Who knew it would be so arousing?

  “Good morning, Mr. Decker,” I manage to spit out in a shaky voice. All of the desire and want and need from yesterday comes rushing back with every step that he takes.

  He straightens his thin black tie with a tattooed hand as he looks me up and down. “I want you in my office,” he says without breaking stride. “Now.”

  My wet pussy clenches at his demand, and I swear that the suctioning sound is loud enough for him to hear. I jump up from my chair and hurry around the desk as he opens the door and charges into his office.

  “Close the door,” he orders as he frantically shuts the blinds over the windows.

  I do as he says and then lock it, because I have a suspicion of what’s about to happen, and I don’t want anyone disturbing us like they did yesterday.

  He tosses his laptop bag onto the leather couch and undoes the three buttons on the jacket of his suit as he walks behind his desk and sits down.

  I can’t stop my hands from fidgeting nervously as I stand in front of his desk, awaiting orders.

  His dark eyes move up and down my body, making every tiny hair on my skin stand straight up as I stand there awkwardly. He looks so big and powerful sitting behind that desk, so intimidating and sexy with his expensive suit. The whole city of Chicago is visible from the wall of windows all around us. It feels like we’re on top of the world.

  “I thought I made the dress code clear,” he says in a firm voice that’s thick with annoyance.

  “I’m not wearing any…” I can’t say the words. This is my boss and this is all so unprofessional.

  My cheeks burn as his hard eyes fall to my chest.

  “Jacket off,” he demands.

  I quickly unbutton the jacket and slide it off my arms. He nods in approval as I toss it over the back of the chair in front of his desk.

  “Now the buttons.”

  My muscles are twitching with nerves, but my pussy is clenching in excitement as I unbutton the top three buttons and open my shirt. I’m wearing a new white lacy bra that finally fits for once, and I’m secretly happy that he seems to like it.

  His eyes never leave my chest as he takes a deep ragged breath. My nipples are painfully hard as he stares at me with a hungry look.

  “Your panties?” he asks, rubbing his chin as he watches me with piercing eyes.

  I shake my head. “I’m not wearing any.”

  “Come here,” he commands. “The boss needs to check.”

  I’m intensely aware of my pounding heartbeat as I walk toward him with my mouth watering. He turns his chair as I come around his desk and stand in front of him.

  “Lift up your skirt and show me your cunt,” he demands. I swallow hard as I watch his unmoving face. He’s totally serious, and although every rational thought in my head should be screaming at me to leave, the only thoughts I can hear are from my aching pussy that’s begging to be shown.

  I take a deep breath and grab the hem of my skirt, and slowly pull it up my thighs. His eyes widen with every inch that it rises, and I can’t help but feel sexy as hell that I’m turning this big powerful man on.

  He lets out a low groan when I lift my new skirt up over my pussy, showing him that I’m ready to obey his every command. He licks his lips as he stares between my legs, and my body reacts in a strong way. Every thought in my head is a craving for him to touch it. I want him to slide his fingers into it. I want him to taste it, smell it, and finally to thrust his big cock into it, and make it his forever.

  He clears his throat and nods, never taking his eyes off of my throbbing sex. “Good job, Bambi,” he says in a low throaty voice. “You can let it go now.”

  I let go of my skirt, and it falls back down to my knees. I just stand there with a sense of loss as I wait for him to tell me what to do next.

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��We have a long day full of hard work,” he says, straightening up in his chair. “Are you ready for it?”

  I lick my lips as I quickly glance down at the hard bulge in his pants. “Yes,” I say with a nod. I’ve never been more ready.

  “Good,” he says, taking a deep breath as he looks up at me with lust in his dark eyes. “You’re my new secretary and I have to test how well you follow orders.”

  I gulp as his hands move to his belt buckle.

  “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

  My mouth waters at hearing the dirty words come from his mouth. I can’t think properly. My brain is a jumble of incoherent thoughts and desires, all focused on Mr. Decker’s hard cock. Before I can stop myself, I’m kneeling in front of him—the rough carpet scratching my knees—and sliding his leather belt through the buckle.

  His hard cock looks so long, traveling along the inside of his thigh. I lick my lips as I hurry to get it free.

  “I need to know that you’re going to follow my every command,” he says as my excited fingers reach for the button of his pants. “Part of your job, the most important part, is doing what I say, when I say it. Do you think you can handle that, Bambi?”

  I nod up and down as I pull his zipper down. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

  His deep dominant words always put me in a trance, and I couldn’t resist him even if I wanted to.

  “Good,” he says, grinning as he watches me tug his pants down his hips. “Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your big round tits, and your wet little pussy all night. My dick has been aching for some release, and your hot little mouth is going to provide it for me. Understand?”

  I can’t answer. I can barely breathe, let alone talk, so I just let my hands do the talking. I pull his tight boxer briefs down and gasp as his long hard cock juts out in front of my face.

  It’s beautiful. Thick, strong, and as dominant as him. All I can think about is how good it will feel when it dominates my body, stretching and filling me completely.

  I’ve never touched a cock before, but my lack of experience is made up by my enthusiasm. I grab it in a firm grip and lick up the thick underside from the base to the top. Delicious white beads of pre-cum appear out of the tiny hole in the head, and I’m licking up each drop and moaning as Mr. Decker loosens his tie and watches with approval.

  “That’s good,” he groans as I open up wide, and take him in—wrapping my lips around his thick shaft.

  My pussy is dripping wet as I swirl my tongue around him, loving the salty sweet taste of his cum. It’s making me so wet that my thighs are sticky.

  “Mmmmm,” I moan as I take him even deeper into my mouth, hammering his shaft with my hand as I suck his big cock.

  He yanks off his tie and tosses it onto his desk as I coat every inch of his dick with my hungry tongue. I thought blowjobs were supposed to feel good for the guy, but this feels so fucking good that I can’t imagine it feels better for him than it does for me.

  He undoes the top two buttons of his shirt as I suck him harder, and then sinks his strong powerful hands into my hair. My pussy is on fire as he grabs my head and guides my mouth up and down his cock wherever he wants my lips to go.

  “You should have put this talent on your resume, Bambi,” he says between heavy breaths. “You’re going to get employee of the fucking century for the way you’re sucking my cock.”

  He starts breathing a little heavier and groaning a little louder as I slide my tight lips up and down him a little faster.

  “How do you like your boss’ big cock in your slutty little mouth, Bambi?” he asks as his grip tightens on my head. I fucking love it. I would do this for free, all day, every day.

  I hope there’s not a day that goes by without his cock in my mouth.

  The fact that people are walking around outside in the halls, obliviously walking from office to office with their morning coffee while I’m servicing the boss in the best possible way is making it even hotter. It feels so dirty and slutty, and I absolutely love it.

  “All right, Bambi,” he gasps as his massive chest rises and falls above me. “I’m going to cum in that sexy little mouth of yours, and you’re going to be a good little secretary and drink it all down. Every drop of my cum.”

  I pick up the pace, working him hard with my lips and tongue, desperately wanting to feel his warm cum coating my mouth. I want to drink it up. I want a part of him inside me so when I’m in my lonely bed tonight I can know that he’s still with me.

  “Fuck,” he groans, squeezing his eyes closed as his arms and chest flex. I open my throat and take him in as deep as I can, waiting for it.

  His huge cock pulses against my tongue and then several long warm streams of cum fill my mouth, making us both moan so loud that the people outside can probably hear.

  Not like I care. Satisfying my boss is the only thing that matters now.

  I swallow down every last drop of his hot cum and moan as I suck on his swollen head, trying to tease out any last reluctant drops.

  Mr. Decker holds my head and tilts it up until my eyes are looking into his. His cock is still in my mouth and I’m slowly moving my lips up and down it in case any late drops of cum drip out.

  “Well done, Bambi,” he says with a satisfied nod. “But we’re not done yet.”

  My wet pussy clenches as I wonder what’s next.

  “Take off all your clothes and bend over my desk,” he says in a firm voice. “It’s time to get a taste of what I’m paying for.”

  4

  Mr. Decker

  My cock is still rock hard even though my hot new secretary just sucked out every last drop of cum inside. I lean back and watch as she wipes the corner of her lips with her finger, stands up, and starts taking off her clothes.

  I’m stroking my cock as I watch her. The light from the rising sun is shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting up her young supple body in exquisite detail.

  Her shirt is the first thing to come off, and I shake my head in disbelief as I stare at her tits. How could one girl be so sexy? She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I would have paid her a million dollars a year if she’d have asked me.

  My chest tightens as she unhooks her bra. She glances at the locked door quickly before sliding her lacy white bra down her arms and letting it fall to the floor.

  She keeps her hands cupping her breasts and covering her nipples like a little tease, but one word of warning from me has her letting them go.

  “Bambi,” I warn. She releases her huge tits, and I groan as they bounce down her chest. Her nipples are hard and pointing in the air, waiting for me to suck on.

  I can’t resist. She lets out a scared little whimper as I lunge forward and grab her hips in my hands, gripping her tightly as I pull her to me. Her tits jiggle as they bounce forward, her perfect pink nipples crashing into my lips. I take one in my mouth, sucking as much of it as I can while I cup her other tit in my hand, massaging it while my dick starts aching once again.

  Her whimpers turn to moans as I swirl my tongue around her nipple, making it even harder. She buries her hands in my hair, pulling me closer as she arches her back. I take my time with each breast, licking, teasing, sucking, nibbling, and caressing every inch of them.

  When I finally pull away, she’s breathing as heavily as I am.

  “Skirt. Off.” I’m barking orders like a damn caveman, but I can’t help it with this girl. All I can think about is getting to that young virgin pussy and breeding her. I want my sperm swimming to her waiting womb as quickly as possible. I want her to be carrying my child. I want her dependent on me. I never want her to leave.

  Even I think this need to control her—to own her—is fucked up, but it’s taking over my mind and body. I can’t fight it anymore. I don’t want to fight it anymore. I just want her to be mine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

  Her big tits jiggle as she wiggles out of her skirt. Fuck, this view is incredible. I’m paying for the company to be on the top floor of the building so we can have this ridiculously good view of the Chicago cityscape, but I’ll never even so much as glance at it again while this beauty is in my office.

  I’m stroking my hard cock again as her new skirt slides down her thighs, revealing the lush tuft of blonde pubic hair that had me tossing and turning all night. Her smell of desire hits my nose and my head drops back on the chair as I jerk myself off even harder.

  The skirt tumbles to the floor and bunches up around her ankles. I take a deep breath, feeling like I’ve just run a marathon as she steps out of the skirt and stands in front of me completely naked.

  My eyes dart to her pussy, which is already glistening in the early morning sunlight.

  “I bet if I touch you there, you’d already be soaking wet for me,” I say, staring at it. “Isn’t that right, Bambi?”

  She licks her lips and grins. “Only one way to find out.”

  Fuck, I love this girl. She steps her left foot to the side, opening her legs for me as I release my cock and lean forward.

  She lets out a little gasp as I place a meaty palm on the inside of her thigh and slowly drag it up. Her skin is so soft. Untouched. Unspoiled. I’m the first man to see this, to feel this, and that is making this so much sweeter.

  My hand finally reaches her soft pussy lips and her whole body shudders when I touch her there. Her eyes close and she lets out a low moan as I glide my fingers through her soaking wet folds.

  “You’re even wetter than I thought,” I say with a grin. “You like sucking your boss’ cock?”

  “I fucking love it,” she answers in a throaty groan. “Your cock is so big.”

  “It’s going to feel even bigger when I slide it inside here,” I say as I glide my finger through her folds and trace it around the tight little opening. Her hole is so tiny. It’s so fucking tight that it clamps around the tip of my finger, squeezing it. “Oh fuck, Bambi, that’s tight. I can’t wait to see what it feels like around my cock.”

  I don’t need to feel a hymen to know that this pussy still has its cherry. It’s virgin tight.

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