My Boss and I - My Boss and I - Chapter 26-27

I know, completely random. I was just in the mood.

Chapter 26

As my hands explored his body, I grew more and more excited. The tingling sensations down below were out of control. His tongue explored my mouth. He was such a good kisser. He smelled incredible too. I found myself wrapping my leg around him, and then I was straddling him on the couch seat. His hands were on my back while my hands explored his hard body. The old me had always liked soft and supple bodies. Why did his muscular chest suddenly feel so good?

I was growing wet down below, and I could feel myself losing control. As we kissed, my hands went to the buttons of his shirt and started to undo them. My heart was racing as I opened the shirt to expose his chiseled chest. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him inside me. My hands started to fumble with his pants. At that point, his hands grabbed my wrists. He pulled them up, and I wasn’t able to resist at all. I finally broke off our kisses, breathing hard, and he gave me a gentle smile.

“We probably should stop here.” He spoke calmly.

“Why?” I panted. “Don’t you want to have sex?”

“Of course.” He chuckled. “But if we get carried away, you may end up regretting it.”

“No. I won’t.” I shook my head.

He gave me a smile that looked slightly sad. “I might regret it.”

His words struck me like a knife. It hurt far more than I expected it to. My brain was suddenly flooded with self-doubt. Was it something I did? Was I not good? Eventually, the main feelings were embarrassment and shame.

“I see…” I nodded, my eyes suddenly feeling like they were burning.

“Jordan…”

“I made a mistake,” I responded, getting off of him and straightening myself. “I need to go.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s fine. I understand. You’re the owner and I’m a manager. It wouldn’t be proper.” I responded backing up a few steps before turning and heading for the door.

“That’s not it!” he stood up. “Wait! We didn’t pick up your car.”

“It’s fine! I’ll get a rideshare!” I shouted, walking out and slamming the door before he could say anything.

I still hadn’t found my phone, so I used the receptionists to call a rideshare. As I waited in the lobby, part of me hoped that Drake would come down and invite me back up. Yet, that didn’t happen. I felt so stupid.

I ended up in the back of a funky-smelling Camaro. The guy barely spoke English, but he didn’t need to follow the coordinates to bring me to the bar. Once he dropped me off, I fished out my keys. Thankfully, I was able to keep them thanks to the purse the girls at the department store had insisted I buy. Well, it wasn’t like there were pockets in this dress.

As I walked to my car with the keys in my hand, a guy called out to me. “Hey, pretty lady, want to come home with me?”

I froze and looked up to see a drunk guy who had just come out of the bar. It was night now, so it was prime time for the drunks to start coming out. This guy wasn’t piss drunk, only mildly inebriated. It was about the same level I liked to get before I took a girl home. He was young, looking like a college student. At first, I felt a bit of anger that he was calling on me, but then when I thought about all the embarrassment I felt the last day, my anger seemed to morph into indignation.

I walked over to my car and then unlocked the door. As I opened it to step in, I stopped and looked at him.

“You coming?”

The guy jumped, looking both ways before pointing at himself. I nodded, lifting my finger and gesturing for him to follow. He didn’t hesitate to run up to me and jump into the car. We drove off together into the night.

Chapter 27

I didn’t drive far though. I still felt horny below, and if my boss wasn’t going to resolve it, then I would resolve it myself. I wasn’t going to take a stranger to my house though. That would be far too weird. I also didn’t want to go to his place. Instead, I pulled into an alleyway that offered some privacy.

“Is this your house?” He asked, looking around in confusion.

I put the car into park and then immediately pounced on him. The guy was confused for a second, but it only took a second before he started kissing me back. His breath stank of liquor and his kisses were messy and wet, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want love and romance. I just wanted sex. I broke off the kisses with his lips and then started kissing his neck, mostly because I couldn’t stand his breath anymore.

“Wow…” He breathed. “You’re really… sexy.”

“Am I?” I asked, in between kissing him. “What about me is sexy?”

“You’re super fucking hot!” He declared. “And your tits are awesome, and your ass.”

“Is that what you want? Tits and ass?” I asked, trying to rub his body and get turned on like I did with Drake.

However, he wasn’t doing it. He wasn’t an ugly guy. He was muscular, and he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He kind of had that VIP college sports look to him. He smelled a bit of BO and peanuts. Even so, I wasn’t going crazy like I had been for Drake. As I stopped kissing him, pulling away and looking off in thought, trying to figure out what this meant, I heard a zipper undone.

Before I realized what was happening, he had a hand on my head and was pushing it down into his lap. It took me a second to realize he had his penis out of his pants. I wasn’t a fool. I knew exactly what he was aiming for. As my face got close to it, I wrinkled my nose.

“It stinks.”

“Come on, suck on it.” He pushed my head down harder.

I had no choice but to open my mouth.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

His penis went inside my mouth and he moaned in delight. It was salty and warm. He started rocking his hips up and down, trying to force more inside my mouth. I felt my body starting to gag.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

He was being rough. He grabbed both sides of my head, forcing me to bob up and down faster. It wasn’t fun. My stomach was starting to twist in knots, and the smell was awful. I tried to pull off, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Yeah, take that, bitch.”

“Mmph, mmmm, mphm.” I made several muffled sounds as he pushed me down all the way.

My eyes widened, feeling his dick hit the back of my throat, it hit my gag reflex. As I choked, he only grew more excited.

“Oh, shit!” He forced me down, his balls on my chin, and held me there as I choked.

I was struggling, but he wouldn’t release his grip.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK! AHHHH!”

Something came shooting out his penis, right down my throat. I felt my stomach churning. Hot white jiz filled up the back of my throat.

“Oh man, that was great.” He let go of my head.

I fell backward, spitting out a load of something nasty onto the ground. I was breathing heavily, still choking. I had always laughed at girls and said words like ‘You better swallow it all like a good girl’. It was fucking disgusting though. How could I possibly do that?

“Oh my god, that was… fuck, you’re amazing.”

“BLEHHH.” I spat again.

Some of it had gone up my nose and it burned a bit. I had eaten pussy before as a man, so I figured it’d be comparable. However, it felt far more violating. He had complete control and used my mouth like his own toy.

“So, do you want to keep going?” he asked.

“No, I’m good.” I croaked.

“Come on, don’t act like a bitch.”

I acted like a bitch, throwing a fit until he got out of my car. Then, I drove off, leaving him on the side of the road. When I got home, I stumbled into my apartment and then went into the shower, turning it on without undressing. Collapsing on the shower seat, I just cried as the water poured down.