Igor worked in the sales department for only six months and quietly hated his boss, Alla Borisovna. Forty-eight years old, tall, with heavy eyes and a habit of speaking through her teeth. She dressed strictly — knee-length skirts, blouses buttoned up at the throat, but even through this shell, a powerful figure was discernible: a wide ass, impressive breasts. In the smoking room, the guys joked that fucking such a woman was like hugging an iceberg, but Igor sometimes dreamed of her in the most obscene poses.
And here is this remote. Alla Borisovna complained that her work laptop was slowing down, and she couldn’t wait for the system administrator. Igor volunteered to help — anyway, the sales plan was hanging by a thread, and it didn’t hurt to suck up. On Saturday morning, he was already standing on the doorstep of her apartment with a flash drive and a set of programs.
The apartment was unexpectedly cozy. The boss’s husband, an important official from the mayor’s office, was just going to a meeting. He nodded dryly to Igor and left, leaving his wife alone with a young employee. Alla Borisovna led the guy into the office, sat him down at the laptop and stood behind him, watching carefully.
—Well, show me what you’ve got,” she commanded in her usual commanding tone.
Igor began to clean the system. I deleted a couple of junk programs, checked the startup, and then went into the browser to clean the cache and history properly. But when I opened the list of recently closed tabs, I almost choked.
“””””Mature porn”, “Rough sex with a young man”, “Mom fucks with her friend’s son”, “Massage with a continuation of sex”. About a dozen addresses opened last night. It looked like the strict boss was whiling away the evening while her husband was preparing for his meeting.
Igor froze for exactly a second, and then pretended that he hadn’t noticed anything. But he remembered the right tab and copied the addresses into his notes. Having finished with the settings, he turned to Alla Borisovna and, without batting an eye, said:
— Everything is ready. But there is another problem — your Wi-Fi is through an open channel, any neighbor can see what you are doing on the Internet. For the sake of decency, I’m not going to specify what exactly.
The boss’s face turned pale, then red. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t find the words.
— Which sites? “What is it?” she managed.
—Just like that,— Igor turned the laptop towards her and opened the screenshot he had taken. — Here, take a look. Alla Borisovna, I didn’t know that you like being dragged by the hair and pushed into your mouth up to your tonsils.
—Delete this immediately,— the woman hissed, grabbing the mouse.
—I’ll delete it,— the guy replied calmly, intercepting her hand. — But let’s talk first. You’ve been barking at me for six months, underestimating my plan, and depriving me of my bonus. I think it’s time for a little compensation.
He stood up. The height difference was in his favor, and Alla Borisovna suddenly seemed not a formidable boss, but a confused woman in a housecoat.
“I’m going to call security,” she tried, but her voice trailed off.
“You will,— Igor nodded, unbuckling his belt. — And at the same time, will you show your husband what you do at night? He seems to work at the mayor’s office, he doesn’t need a scandal.
There was silence. The woman looked at the subordinate’s hands, which were already pulling out a bleeding device from his trousers. Igor noticed how her gaze darted from indignation to obvious interest.
— In the mouth, Alla Borisovna. You love it, I can see it in the tabs.
She hesitated for a second longer, and then slowly sank to her knees. Right on the carpet, next to an expensive leather armchair. She took the penis in her palm, tentatively licked the head, and then wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Igor groaned — he had not expected this. The strict boss, who barely greeted him in the office, now diligently stuck her mouth on his pussy, drooling and swallowing to the very bottom. She didn’t have much experience, but she was more than willing.
The guy ran his hand through her coiffed hair, ruffled her hair and began to set the rhythm. He liked the way she choked, but she didn’t stop. I liked the feeling of power.
“That’s it, Alla Borisovna,” he whispered, pulling her head down. — You’re in charge in the office, but you’re on your knees here. Where do you like it better?
Alla Borisovna didn’t answer, just mumbled with her mouth full. But he could see her clenching her thighs under her robe. They seemed to like it both ways.
Igor did not want to cum quickly and pulled her by the hair. The woman was breathing heavily, and a thread of saliva was trailing from her lips. He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the table.
“Now let’s see what’s under your skirt.”
The robe was pulled up, revealing lace panties — obviously not prepared for her husband. Igor grunted and yanked them aside. The fingers entered the hot, wet slit without any resistance.
— Yes, you, Alla Borisovna, have been ready for a long time. Maybe they opened the tabs for a reason, but waited for whom?
—Shut up,” she snapped, but her voice was no longer commanding, but rather pleading. Igor did not wait and entered immediately at full length. The woman screamed and clawed at his shoulders. Fucking the boss turned out to be intoxicating — her vagina was tight and hot, as if she were not forty-eight, but twenty-two. Every thrust sent a tremor through her full thighs, and her heavy breasts heaved.
He was beating her on the very table where she watched porn yesterday. Symbolic. Alla Borisovna no longer tried to pretend to be a pushy person, but moaned softly, biting her lip. But I was afraid to shout loudly — the neighbors.
Igor finished quickly, right inside. He pulled out his falling cock and grinned contentedly, looking at the sperm flowing down the boss’s thighs.
But he didn’t stop there. He looked around the study and noticed the door to the next bedroom ajar.
“Let’s go,” he nodded.
“My husband will be back soon,— Alla tried to resist, but without the same pressure.
— We’ll make it.
In the bedroom, he laid her on her stomach and spread her buttocks. An anal ring was revealed, which clearly hadn’t been used yet today. Igor spat on him and stuck his head in.
—This way, too,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument. Alla Borisovna shrank, but said nothing. Apparently, it was in her fantasies too. The penis entered tightly, with strong bukvoeb.run resistance, and the woman moaned into the pillow. She obviously didn’t like anal sex, but she tolerated it. And Igor was enjoying himself — the narrow point squeezed the barrel, and every movement gave a thrill.
“Tell me, Alla Borisovna,” he whispered, leaning into her ear, “and if I just asked, without blackmail, would you give it to me?”
There was only a stifled groan in response. But he knew the answer.
He finished the second time with difficulty, but abundantly. He came out of the ass, leaving a red stretched ring, and turned the boss over on her back. She was lying disheveled, flushed, with streaks of mascara under her eyes.
“Now, Alla Borisovna, we’re going to live in a new way,” Igor said, pulling on his pants. — Raise the plan for me, write out the bonus. And I’ll come in sometimes to fix your computer. Is it okay?
The boss nodded silently. There was fear mixed with something hungry in her eyes.
Igor left the apartment five minutes before her husband’s return. In the elevator, he opened the notes on his phone, looked at the saved porn site addresses and grinned. The removal definitely did him good.