The boss

I rang the doorbell at three o'clock in the afternoon. Shortly afterward, a voice sounded from the intercom: "Yes...?" "Hello boss, it's me, Lukas Hartmann," I said. "Come on up, third floor." The door opener buzzed and I climbed the stairs. I felt uneasy.

She opened the door. "Lukas, come in." She closed the door behind me and then walked ahead into the large eat-in kitchen.

Her clothes irritated me. I knew her only in her corporate outfit: high-collared blouse, knee-length skirt, and pumps or boots, all emphatically conservative. Today she was wearing a skimpy black tank top and thin gray leggings. And her bare feet with steel blue painted nails were in silver flip-flops.

I had never really perceived her as a woman before. That changed in that moment. She was attractive, very attractive.

"Why don't you sit down? Would you like something to drink?"

"I'd love a Coke, if you have it," I replied, sitting down on one of the cantilever chairs at the kitchen table. She put two glasses on the table and went to the refrigerator.

She was in her mid-thirties, maybe ten or twelve years older than me. The leggings flattered her cute little bottom. And when she returned with the bottle, I saw that her vulva was also clearly and very attractively showing through the thin fabric.

I acted emphatically unconcerned. And she didn't seem to notice my glances or ignored them. "I hope you won't be too angry with me for taking you up on a Saturday afternoon with a private matter."

"Oh, no, I'm very happy to do that," I lied. She had hinted something about a built-in cabinet she wanted me to build for her.

She had had to take over the business very suddenly two years ago after her father, the senior manager, was killed in a sailing accident.

Despite all our fears, she had put the company with its forty or so employees back on a good course after an initial decline. But she had an authoritarian management style and did not tolerate mistakes.

I had been with the company for just under three years. I had dropped out of law school after a few semesters and was now a twenty-three-year-old apprentice carpenter about to take my journeyman's exam.

We had a rather distant relationship. Just last month she criticized me severely because of my carelessness, quite justified, but it didn't have to be in front of the whole team.

However, her success proved her right, and all the voices that had denied her the ability to run the company had long since fallen silent.

We took a sip of Coke. "Where do you want the cabinet to go?" I asked.

"It can wait," she said. I looked at her questioningly.

"Lukas, do you have some time...?" she asked.

"Sure do, I have a few hours. I don't have a date with the guys for a beer or two until tonight."

"Very good," she said, "because I have a special request for you..."

"Always at your service," I replied, trying a smile. But I was still tense.

"It's a very personal request," she said. She hesitated for a moment. "You can also refuse. It won't put you at a disadvantage professionally."

The hint of a smile flitted across her face. Then she became serious again, "I want you to use me."

I looked at her. "Um, excuse me? I don't understand," I stammered.

"I think you understand me very well. Satisfy your needs on me. Use me like a sex toy. I will be your devoted and unconditional love servant."

I stared at her in disbelief.

She would not be swayed. "I want you to act out your lust on me. That you humiliate me if you feel like it. For you to squirt your horniness all over my body and into me..."

My mouth was suddenly dry and I took another sip of Coke.

She was silent for a moment. "There are two conditions, after all," she continued, "No rough force and no anal intercourse. Do you understand that?"

She looked me in the face. "Lukas, I'm going to go freshen up a bit. Either you'll be gone and this conversation never happened. Or you're still here..."

She stood up and disappeared into one of the back rooms.

I was confused and in a daze. I poured myself a Coke and looked at the horizon under the deep blue sky, lost in thought.

I don't remember how much time passed. Suddenly she squatted in front of me. "Master, I am at your disposal..."

She wore almost nothing. Only a pair of panties and a bra of some sort. The bra had slits in the cups through which her firm red nipples protruded. They were the most beautiful nipples I had ever seen.

I gawked at them and couldn't get a word out.

"My Master, I await your instructions..."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Boss, you're making fun of me..."

"No, master, I would never dare. Shall we go to our temple and rest a bit?" she then asked.

Slowly, I composed myself and found myself liking the situation. "Why not?" I replied, already a little more confident.

She straightened up and I saw that her tiny panties had an opening in the crotch. Her vulva was apparently completely shaved.

She allowed me a long look at her narrow, pink shimmering labia. Then she took my hand, helped me up, and led me into the temple.

The temple was a lovingly furnished bedroom. An old-fashioned French four-poster bed dominated the room and was framed by all sorts of vintage furniture and modern accessories.

In the open nightstand drawer, I noticed various gadgets whose purpose was not immediately apparent to me. Handcuffs were hanging on the back of the bed. In this case, the purpose was already more obvious.

She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Master, I have violated your instructions. I was unchaste and satisfied myself," she said, "I deserve to be punished..."

She lay down on the bed and stretched on all fours.

By now I understood the game and my tension gave way to arousal.

I cleared my throat. "Indeed! I will punish you," I then said in a firm voice. "How dare you lay a hand on yourself without my permission?"

I grabbed her slender wrist and chained it to the back of the bed with a handcuff. I did the same with her other hand.

Conveniently, there were two ropes next to the bed, with which I looped her slender shackles and thus fixed her legs at the foot of the bed. The thighs of my boss were now spread wide and allowed me a very intimate view.

Between the inner labia, it shimmered moistly. With difficulty, I suppressed the impulse to dive down immediately and taste and suck up her love nectar.

I now had an almost painfully hard erection, hastily stripped off my jeans and boxers, and released my penis into freedom.

Then I climbed into bed with her. I knelt between her thighs, bent over her, pushed the bra up, and sucked greedily and violently on her hard nipples. Then I slid down and finally plunged my face deep into her womb. It tasted wild and sweet and animalistic.

Now my cock was staking its claim. I lay half on top of her and pressed my bulging penis without further ado into her wet love grotto, which received me willingly.

The feeling was divine. So soft and warm and moist and firm. Her vaginal walls welcomed my member, embraced it, virtually caressed it.

It all happened very quickly, all too quickly. "Look at me, horny slut," I was still pressing out. She looked at me obediently with her big green eyes.

What followed was an eruption like I had never experienced before. My cock twitched and spat, over and over again.

A little eternity later, I slumped on top of her. My mouth found her mouth and I thrust my tongue deep into her. Meanwhile, my hand kneaded her firm breasts. She was mine at that moment. She was my property.

Slowly, very slowly, I came back to myself.

Was this all real? Had I just fucked my aloof boss and pumped her full of cum? My mind suddenly raised concerns, very late, I found.

Was she on the pill? I hoped so, at least. Condoms had not been an issue at all. Would she perhaps resent my greed after all and fire me? I had no idea.

Finally, I pulled my cock out of her. It almost seemed as if her pussy didn't want to release me. She moaned softly. I disentangled myself from her, sat on the edge of the bed, and absent-mindedly let my gaze wander around the room.

In the open nightstand drawer was a device I had never seen before. In shape, it reminded me of a microphone of some sort, but with a mushroom-shaped head. I took it in my hand and pressed the small switch at the bottom. A whirring sound rang out.

A soft "yaaa" behind me suggested that my sex slave was eager to get in touch with the device. Okay, if it was meant to be. But I would let her wriggle. Punishment had to be...

"You satisfy yourself without permission and now you want ME to give you pleasure?"

She looked at me and then lowered her eyes. "My master, I have broken your rules. Will you, in your infinite kindness, still help me cool this unbearable burning in my body?"

I did not say anything and looked out the window for a while. Very hesitantly and seemingly reluctantly, I finally slid toward the foot of the bed.

A mixture of her love juice and mine oozed from her incredibly beautiful pussy and soaked the sheet.

I guided the vibrating mushroom along her thighs, over her belly, into the back of her knees, to the soles of her feet, and back up her thighs. She whimpered with pleasure.

Slowly I made the circles tighter and moved the mushroom closer to her vulva. I could now see and hear her horniness taking more and more command of her mind, body, and soul.

When the mushroom head finally reached her outer labia and shortly thereafter the clitoris, the rest of her composure, her self-control, was finally over.

She tore impetuously at the restraints. But she had no chance against the handcuffs. And the ankle cuffs also proved to be very resilient. Finally, she let out a long scream. Her body stiffened and her abdomen lifted off the mattress. Then she slumped down.

For quite a while she lay there as if lifeless before she found words again. Her voice sounded soft and throaty.

"Oh master, you make me so happy, even though I don't deserve it. How can I ever thank you...?"

I smiled inside myself. And showed no outward emotion.

"First bring me food and drink," I said sternly. "Later I will give you further orders."

I untied her and went into the living room, threw myself on the sofa, and turned on the TV. The broadcast of a ski jumping match was on. I liked this sport and admired the brave athletes.

Meanwhile, my slave brought me cheese, bread, olives, and red wine. She moved silently and with her eyes lowered.

After an hour, the ski jumping ended and I was full and satisfied.

I turned off the television. "And now, my sweet, I'm going to fuck your pretty face."

I stood up. "Come here!", I ordered her.

She obediently squatted in front of me. I dropped the robe and flailed my half-erect penis in front of her and in her face. "Take it in your mouth, my little slut."

"Yes, that's it. Yes, deeper, deeper still." I now had a full erection. At the tip of my cock, I could feel her tonsils. She looked at me questioningly with wide eyes. I nodded promptly. She gagged a little and kept swallowing the cock, millimeter by millimeter.

Finally, I was up to the hilt in her head. Her throat gently massaged my glans.

The feeling was overwhelming. With some regret, I realized that I would not last long this time either. Then the first one or two spurts were already shooting down her gullet.

She backed away and coughed. The further jets of semen, therefore, landed in the middle of her face, on her forehead, in her eye, in her hair, on her lips, and on her neck and breasts. My knees were soft and I supported myself with difficulty against the back of the sofa.

She squatted in front of me, dripping. Her face was largely covered in cum. She giggled sheepishly and tried to open her eyes. She succeeded after some time - at least halfway. Tough strands of sperm still hung between her eyelashes, between her teeth, and from her chin. She swallowed once or twice and smiled at me.

"Master, you are so generous to me and gift me so abundantly with your noble seed. It gives me great pleasure."

She paused for a moment. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart. With your permission, I will now purify myself a little. Please wait for me."

I put on the bathrobe and sat down in the kitchen.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Her posture and facial expression had also changed. But her cheeks were glowing and there were still a few drops of cum glistening in her hair.

And yet it was unmistakable. She was now my boss again.

"Lukas, thank you for coming. Now please get dressed and leave. I have hung your clothes over the chair in the bedroom."

When I was finished, she walked me to the door. "I'll see you at work on Monday!"

Then she added, "And please keep next Saturday free. The closet isn't ready yet..."