Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 3

I'm down on my knees, my hair tight in his hand, and under his order to suck his dick, but I hesitate. What the hell is happening? I'm confused, I'm frightened, and I'll admit, I'm a little aroused. "Sir," tears sting my eyes, "you're my boss..." I say as though that will deter him.

Instead, it encourages him. "Damn right I am. And your assigned task is to suck my dick. Or am I mistaken in your desired assignment? Did you not dress for me today, Madelyn? Low cut top, skin tight jeans... is that always how you travel?"

That makes my heart race more. He isn't wrong, is he? I didn't realize it, but he noticed. Subconsciously, I suppose I did take special care when dressing this morning. More so than I do when at the office, or for time with my family. I also packed my most flattering wardrobe choices. Did I want this?

My thoughts are intruded upon when he fists his cock and strokes himself right in front of me, "Madelyn, you want this." Not a question, but a statement. Scared of what he will do if I don't, I close my eyes and I reach out and touch him. I bite my lip, so big and so hard. Leaning forward I lightly, hesitatingly, run my tongue flatly over the head of his cock. I taste him for the first time.

"Mmmm, that's my good girl." I open my eyes, and look up at him shyly, fearful, as I wrap my lips around him. I begin to suck gently, pulling him into my mouth, and I hear him moan. Catching me off-guard, he yanks my hair and thrusts into my mouth making me gag, tears now running down my face.

I quickly try to recover, realizing this will be better if I don't fight it. I try to relax my throat as he begins to thrust more forcefully into my mouth, my throat burning as he presses into it. I do my best to work my tongue along him. Just when I begin to bob in rhythm with his thrust, I feel his cock pulse. He pulls out of mouth quickly and says, "not yet." Pointing to the kitchen island, he fists his cock again, briefs now around his thighs, "lie down, Madelyn."

Wiping my mouth and my eyes, I slowly get up and make my way to the island. The marble is cold as I lift up onto it. My ass is on the edge and I lean back. No sooner than my back hits the counter, I feel his hands lifting my left leg and positioning my foot on the counter beside me. He does the same with my right, and now, other than my barely there matching panties, I'm spread out before him.

I feel more vulnerable than afraid in this moment. I'm a mom. My tummy is soft, I have stretch marks and cellulite, I keep myself shaved but have I missed anywhere? And why aren't I more fearful and angry right now. Sure, he's an attractive man, but I'm around attractive men all the time. Hell, I'm around him all the time, I've never had a physical reaction to him before now. And reacting I am. I feel my nipples harden and tell myself it's from the cold counter.

As I lay there, he just watches me. Calculatingly, almost. Minutes pass, it feels like hours.

He finally takes a step towards me. "We won't be needing these," he slides his hands down my thighs and rips the sides of my panties before tossing them to the side. Now I'm bare before him, or the most private part of me is at least. My breath hitches as he uses his hands to spread me farther apart, "oh, Madelyn, someone looks like they are enjoying this." I close my eyes as his head lowers and I feel my back arch as his tongue slides between my pussy lips. I hear myself crying out, my hands flat against the marble countertop.

His tongue retreats as he plants kisses along the inside of my left thigh, his beard causing a delicious friction as he meets the crease where my leg meets my pussy. He mirrors his actions on the other side.

As I feel him pull back, I open my eyes finding his on mine. I can't breathe, I can't move, I don't think I even blink. He moves his hands to hooks under my thighs, on either side of my ass cheeks and he pulls so I'm positioned just off the edge. My feet off the counter now as they hooked over his arms when he adjusted me.

"Such a good girl, Madelyn," and with that, I feel him line his cock up with my pussy. Not breaking eye contact, he slowly slides into me, emitting a loud, hungry moan from deep within me, a sound I don't even recognize as my own.