I was standing at my desk when a young good-looking man came walking towards me. He must have been around twenty-nine years old. He had black hair that he kept combed back with a brush, and there was a neatly trimmed beard on his face. There was also something else unusual about him: the way he walked. His legs weren't straight; they curled inward just slightly. When he went up to me, he pushed forward his right leg so it bent at the knee. When he stood still, it looked like his left leg was bending outwardsmorning," I said, as cheerfully as I could manage. "I'm Willow Marshall."He stopped in front of my desk. We were close enough that I could see the faint wrinkles forming around his eyes. "My name is Mr. Smith," he replied. "But everyone calls me 'Mr. S.'I tried to hide my surprise as I smiled at him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. S," I said, extending my hand. He took it and shook it firmly. His grip was surprisingly strong for a man like him."I'm your new boss," he said, looking around the room. "I hope you all had a good summer."The staff murmured in response, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. There was something alluring about the way he carried himself, despite his slight deformity. I found myself imagining what it would be like to be alone with him, his hands exploring my body.I shook my head, trying to clear the thought from my mind. I shouldn't be thinking such things about my boss .But Mr. S seemed to sense something in me. He looked at me for a moment longer than necessary, his dark eyes piercing into mine. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned away, beginning to write his name on the chalkboard. As the day went on, I found it difficult to focus. Mr. S's voice was hypnotic, and the way he explained things made it seem like he was speaking directly to me. I couldn't stop stealing glances at him, admiring the way his shirt hugged his muscles and the way his pants fit just right.It wasn't until the end of the day that he called me up to his desk. My heart raced as I approached him, trying to hide the flush in my cheeks."You seem distracted," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Is everything okay?"I nodded, unable to form words. His presence was overwhelming, and I found myself drawn closer to him."Good," he said, leaning in closer. "Because I think you have potential. But you need to focus, Willow."I swallowed hard, feeling his breath on my neck. "I'll try," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.He leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll be keeping an eye on you," he said, his lips curling into a small smile. "I think we could do great things together."My heart hammered in my chest as I walked back to my desk. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Was my boss really flirting with me? And was I really considering it?The rest of the day went by in a blur. I couldn't concentrate on anything but Mr. S. Every time he walked by me or spoke, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. He took my hand and pulled me towards him. I could feel his breath on my neck as he whispered in my ear, "I want you. Now."I didn't need any more convincing. We quickly made our way to his car down a few blocks, with our hands intertwined, and as soon as we were safely inside, he started kissing me. His lips were all over my face, my neck, my chin, down to my breasts.I could feel my cheeks burning, and my heart was racing as Mr. S pulled my shirt over my head, discarding it on the floor of the car.Mr. S's hands traveled down my body, caressing every inch of me. Each time his hand made contact, I felt a shiver run through my body. I reached down and felt the bulge in his pants. I could feel my own desire growing beneath my jeans.I suddenly wanted Mr. S to be the one to take control, to dominate me again. I wanted him to be the one to decide how far this went."I want you," I said, as he leaned in to kiss me again."What do you want?" he asked, his voice low and gruff."come to my place?"he asked. I nodded, and soon we were heading in the direction of his house.We drove in silence, both of us tacitly aware of what was coming. We both wanted it, and the tension was palpable.As we pulled up to his house, I felt a wave of anxiety and a longing for what was to come.I opened the door and led Mr. S upstairs to my bedroom. We collapsed on the bed in ecstasy, kissing, touching, and exploring each other's bodies.My hands made their way to his crotch, and I was surprised to feel just how big he was. "I've been thinking about this since our last session," I said, wrapping my hand around him.He smiled at me and began unbuttoning my pants. He pulled them off, and I stripped off my underwear. His fingers reached down and stroked me gently as he kissed me.He pulled away and stood up, taking off his clothes as I watched hungrily. He stood out in front of me and I could see he was in great shape. His defined muscles rippled as he moved. I'd never seen a man look so muscular before, and the way his cock hung between his legs was both intimidating and erotic.He climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately again as his hands traveled over my face and down my body. He reached down between my legs and lowered his head."Mm," I moaned as his tongue found my opening. He explored me with his tongue, opening me up. He wrapped his lips around my clit and began sucking gently, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
