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Dominating the Boss 42
🕑 Added 2023-09-02 18:45:59 +0000 UTC“Honey, are you ready,” Tiffany shouted, barely containing her amusement as she called for her.
“Yes—“ Umi started, only to gasp as I took a step forward and unbuttoned her blouse twice more, enhancing her cleavage even more, revealing her bra. “A second more,” she corrected herself under my gaze.
“Ask her to pick some interesting underwear as well. Something white and lacy,” I suggested. Not the sexiest underwear that could be found, but still good enough.
“As you wish, sir,” she whispered readily. “May I go now?”
“No,” I answered as I reached her buttons once more. She tensed momentarily, but it was soon replaced by an expression of surprise as I buttoned up her blouse instead. Sss
“Your fiancee doesn’t deserve to see you like this after daring to serve such a beautiful treasure for your prospective boss just for a quick promotion,” I whispered, enjoying her helpless trembling.
I let my gaze crawl down once more while she tried to process my words. To her credit, they were rather absurd. It was rude of me to keep poor Charlie from even getting a glimpse of her cleavage after everything we had done.
But, rather than letting my cute Umi process that, I squeezed her ass and gently pushed her toward the door, enjoying her one last frustrated glare.
“W-wow, you look beautiful,” Charlie gasped.
“Really,” Umi answered. I was glad that Charlie was really obvious, as otherwise, he would have realized that what strained Umi’s tone was not shyness but guilt.
Tiffany didn’t have such a problem. “Oh, definitely. You’re scorching hot,” she commented. Charlie yelped, and I guessed Tiffany poked him. “This one will definitely get his promotion by sacrificing you to that old goat,” she continued.
I was amused at Tiffany’s opportunistic nature, slipping yet another insult to the mix. However, that amusement didn’t mean I wouldn’t punish her once we were alone.
Training a slut like her required a steady hand.
Charlie choked at the reminder. Another mistake, as he should have been consoling Umi. The reminder was enough to destroy her guilt — admittedly, only due to our boat adventure already loosening her morals. “Yes, that’s true,” Umi spoke with a surprising fervor. “Now, how about if we go and pick something more striking. This outfit is good for daily work, but maybe we should get something more impressive for the interview.”
“Good, you need to make sure you don’t have any competition,” Tiffany commented, not bothering to hide her amusement.
“Yes, my dear fiancee needs it,” Umi declared, and she walked away with Tiffany.
Charlie stayed back. Stupid decision, I decided immediately. “It’s not like her to act like this…” Charlie murmured, unaware that he had an eavesdropper and thinking he was speaking to himself. He took a deep breath, then chuckled. “I’m sure she’ll calm down soon. It’s not here to stay angry,” he reasoned.
I barely held back from laughing. Instead, I pulled to a corner in case he decided to check the room during Umi’s absence, and entertained myself by answering emails.
“That’s what you picked,” Charlie said almost ten minutes later, the strained nature of his tone promising rather interesting things about the things they picked.
“Of course. You know I like to do everything properly. And, since I need to impress your boss…”
I barely held back laughter as Charlie used the next few minutes to try to calm Umi down. He might have succeeded, but with Tiffany’s constant innocent comments to ‘help’ it worked the exact opposite. Especially since Charlie took the bait and started talking about how Umi couldn’t handle wearing such clothes.
A big mistake.
“If you have such a problem with what I picked, you don’t need to see them,” Umi finally declared, ending the lengthy argument.
So, when Umi walked Into the dressing room, she was fuming. She didn’t say anything to me as she rushed toward the curtain. Her anger was useful to my aims, so I didn’t say anything, just sat back on the couch, crossed my legs, and started waiting for the reveal.
My smile got bigger and bigger as the sound of her clothes being removed aggressively filled the room, followed by the curtain hastily pushed aside.
She said nothing as she walked forward Meanwhile, I said nothing, busy taking her vision from bottom to top.
I didn’t have a particular foot fetish, but even then, the stilettos she picked alone were enough to send me into a raging arousal — if I wasn’t already there. Bright crimson and stylish, they shouted the presence of a recreational secretary rather than a professional one.
She didn’t wear any stockings this time, which was a fitting choice with the tall skirt she chose. It was a conservative length … too bad the aggressive slit along the side was enough to reverse any chance of looking prim and proper.
The slit was high enough to make the absence of her panties a certainty rather than speculation.
That alone was beautiful enough, but as I climbed higher, I took note of her tight blazer, looking ready to explode as she buttoned it. It was form-fitting and would have looked amazing even when combined with an ordinary blouse.
But, considering she skipped a blouse completely, the impact escalated several times. Moreover, it was clear — crystal clear — that panties weren’t the only article of clothing she had skipped, turning her cleavage into an endless valley that any explorer would die for.
She walked even closer as I focused on that magnificent valley. Her nipples were covered with her blazer, but not her areolas, enhancing her erotic sexiness further.
Well, hiring her as a secretary was certainly not a mistake.
She stood in front of me, her fury battling with her natural shyness. To my surprise, the latter was having trouble asserting itself.
“Come here,” I said as I uncrossed my legs, and patted my knee. “Since you’re appropriately dressed, let’s do a mock interview.”
Rather than answering, she sat down as I requested. No second-guessing, no hesitation.
I was already liking the angry Umi.
“Now, the first question. I’m attending a very boring teleconference with upper management, and you’re in the room. Show me how you would keep me entertained.”
“Are you sure you can keep focusing on your meeting, boss,” she said, her anger making her surprisingly confrontational. Even as she said that, she unzipped my pants, dragging her finger over my naked erection.
It twitched, and her smile widened, though her bravado was unable to hide the fragility behind it. Anger made her more aggressive, but it was not exactly a miracle.
I kept my attention on her amazing cleavage as she fell onto her knees, her lips already parted as she leaned forward, the angle making her already incredible cleavage even more impressive.
As her lips touched the crown, she wrapped her soft fingers around my shaft. A great sensation. Pity I had to hold back my moan. Giving her some positive feedback would have been nice … but not at the cost of alerting her poor fiancee.
Her lips moved, trying to give an impression of calmness through steadiness, but her fingers were much more honest. The wetness spread around my girth, destroying the fragile balance I had managed to achieve.
I reached down to unbutton her blazer. It fell to the side immediately, revealing her beautiful breasts immediately. “That would not do. A secretary shouldn’t go around with naked tits,” I commented, but before her pretty mouth pull away, I showed exactly what I had in mind.
By palming both of them immediately.
She released a shocked gasp … but luckily, she was currently busy with a task that lent itself quite well to assist her silence. Though, the pretty pretty blush that spread onto her face was almost as beautiful as her tits.
My attempts to keep my moans down got harder and harder as she worked on my shaft, her enthusiasm and beauty doing wonders. And, admittedly, the fact that she was giving an enthusiastic blowjob while her fiancee waited outside added a certain amount of fun.
Especially since that young man was arrogant enough to think that he could manipulate me.
Time passed slowly, as I suffered delicious torture while I continued to play with her breasts, hard enough to add some new marks to the old ones, also left by me. That drove her arousal higher, which made my pretty mouth faster and faster, taking me steadily deeper into her mouth.
Then, I shifted my hand from her breast to her head, and pushed her down hard, invading her throat as I exploded.
The surprise that added to her already complicated expression while she continued to suck was beautiful. Not as beautiful as her slightly puffed cheeks. “Careful not to ruin your new clothes, or we have to purchase them,” I reminded her with a whisper. Her eyes widened as that particular challenge added to the mix
Then, a knock was on the door. “Umi, is everything alright,” Charlie asked. Umi didn’t answer immediately, busy swallowing my seed. “Umi, please,” Charlie repeated again with a needy tone. “We need to talk.”
“Now,” I whispered, too soft for Charlie to hear. “The next question. We’re going through the yearly performance reports, and you want to make sure your annoying, intruding fiancee gets the maximum bonus. How would you convince me?”
Umi didn’t even skip a beat as she pushed me back slightly and sat on my lap once more, this time letting her skirt ride up. “Wait a few minutes, my dear fiancee,” she declared angrily. “I’m working hard for your career here.”
Well, she was.
