I’d never really looked at my boss in ‘that way’ until about a year ago when one of the other girls joked over a glass of wine that I had the best looking boss in the company. She went further to say she thought he was the sort of guy who would know what he was doing with a girl. I laughed it off at the time, saying that I’d never be so unprofessional as to have a crush on my married boss. That was true when I said it, but the thought planted a seed, and a few months later, whilst masturbating with a new dildo, I sub-consciously drifted onto the thought of my boss taking me over a boardroom table, fucking myself hardly as I imagined him controlling me and being rough.

I felt embarrassed at work the next day, made all the harder by the fact that I had a series of long meetings with him that day. As a PA to a busy department head in a city law firm, my job was high pressure and we had to work closely together in order to ensure things worked smoothly. I told myself that I would have to snap out of this new found crush, but I couldn’t get the thought of him roughly fucking me out of my head.

In his younger days, he played rugby so whilst he wasn’t particularly hot looking, he had a pretty good physique. He had a cheeky glint in his eye that gave my friend the idea that he would know what to do with a girl. In one particular one-to-one meeting, I had noticed that a button on his shirt had popped open, and it happened to be the button near his waistband. I had to remind myself not to stare at the hint of hair, which led below his waistband.

My boss – Alex, his name is Alex – often told me stories about his kids, always with a big grin on his face, like he was really happy. He often took days working from home, rather than facing the hustle and bustle of the commute, so he could fit picking his kids up from school around work commitment. Sometimes, if there was a team night out or some other occasion that would cause him to have to stay in the city, he would often comment that his wife didn’t like him staying over away from home. Other than that though, which seemed normal to me from what I knew of marriages, they seemed like a normal happy family. That, coupled with the fact that there was never any hint of him having a crush on me, I thought my fantasy would stay just that.

That changed the day Alex told me about going to Abu Dhabi “Claire, I want to ask you, can you come to Abu Dhabi with me to help set up the new office? I want someone I can trust to set the office up well and so it will run smoothly long term?” he asked

“Uhhhh, well, maybe, I’d have to clear my diary but I guess it’s stuff that can be put off,” I said, taken aback. I knew we were shortly going to set up an Abu Dhabi office, but I expected that one of the other PAs to a more senior director would be chosen to set up.

“I don’t mean to put you under pressure but I need an immediate answer, otherwise Kirsty will be asked. But I don’t trust her,” he said

“Okay, so tell me, when would we go and how long for?” I asked, thinking on my feet.

“In three weeks’ time and we’d be there for a month,” he replied.

A month, I thought, that’s a long time. I knew my friends would forgive me for missing any social engagements, though with the notice, it’s not like I’d be letting them down last minute. This was an opportunity that I wasn’t sure would ever come up again.

“Sure, okay, let’s do this,” I responded. Alex looked genuinely pleased and gave me a hug, something that we’d never done before. After an awkward moment, I went back to my desk and started sending loads of exciting emails to my parents and my friends about how I was getting a month in Abu Dhabi on the company.

Over the next three weeks, things changed between Alex and I. He became more relaxed, and dare I say it, a little more flirty. I asked my friend, who had initially planted the seed in my head, and she laughed at me until one day in the kitchen, she walked in as Alex and I were making a cup of tea. I got back to my desk to find an email that just read “OMG” in the title with a smiley face in the text.

“Claire, can I have a word please?” Alex said, calling me into a quiet room about two days before our planned trip.

“It’s just about our trip. We’ve got the agenda more or less finalised, and I can see you’ve booked hotel rooms. Nice job on getting us junior and executive suites within budget, how did you manage that?” he asked, in a jokey tone.

“Ah just my mysterious feminine ways,” I joked back, aware that I was bordering on flirty. He laughed back but then shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat.

“I just called you in here, as I’m not in the office tomorrow so checking arrangements,” he stated, in a much more business like tone

“We’re meeting at Heathrow underground at 3pm on Saturday. I have all the tickets and visa documents, so just bring your passport, your luggage and yourself,” I said

“Sounds like you’ve got it all sorted, not that I’m surprised,” he said, stroking my arm as he said it. We then wrapped the meeting up; he said his goodbyes to everyone for a month and left the office. I left about an hour later, after I triple checked I had remembered all the files and documentation that I needed to take with me.

We met as planned at Heathrow and were in good spirits as we drank champagne whilst waiting for the flight. It was a late afternoon flight and would be the early hours of Sunday before we arrived, so we knew that we would probably sleep most of the way, after the meal was served. When we woke up, about an hour before landing, it took me a few moments to realise that Alex had fallen asleep on my shoulder and his hand was half way up my tight, under the blanket. I didn’t know what to say, knowing that I should wake him and ask him to move it, but knowing also that my pussy was clearly enjoying the anticipation of the hand being where it was.

I thought he was asleep, until I felt his hand inch higher. My nipples were hard at this point, which he might have realised given his head was on my shoulder. I fidgeted in my seat a little, hoping it would encourage him to continue his journey but it seemed to have the opposite effect and his hand moved off my thigh completely. The incident went completely unacknowledged, much to my pussy’s disappointment.

I thought that this may be a sign of things to come, though I was mistaken. The first three weeks of our stay was incredibly stressful as we dealt with all aspects of setting the office up. I was lucky as I had weekends off, which I used to explore Abu Dhabi as well as Dubai and Muscat. Alex wasn’t so lucky and was expected to work all through. He was really stressed but we tried to have dinner together on the evenings he or I weren’t busy networking with potential clients and contacts.

By the time it got to our last week, we both felt as though our time out there was coming to a close a little too quickly. We had dinner together in the hotel restaurant, commenting how it was only five days until we would be going back.

“I haven’t even seen the sights at all!!” Alex complained

“Sure you will have plenty of other opportunities to come here and make amends,” I said

“That’s easy for you to say when you’re looking really brown and have had weekends away,” he joked. “I’m whiter than when I came out here.”

“Don’t be silly, you look great!” I said, holding his gaze a little longer than I should have. We both held each other’s gaze until his phone rang and broke the tension. He held his finger up to his mouth, which meant it was the wife. He’d already told me he’d lied to her about me going.

“Ah that’s the old ball and chain happy. She said to wish you better,” he said. When she’d called the office in London to speak to me and I wasn’t there, we had to lie that I had been taken ill. I hated lying but he was the boss, so I played along.

“Ha yeah, I’m feeling so ill,” I said sarcastically, stretching as I spoke, “I'm going to head to bed now I think.”

“Not so fast, we’ve got that report to finish. We said we’d do it after dinner,” Alex reminded me. I had conveniently forgotten that after having several glasses of wine.

“Sure, you’re the boss,” I said as we both stood up and headed for the lift. He went to put his arm on the small of my back as we waited for the lift, but I had to remind him it was not acceptable here. These little touches here and there had become apparent on this trip, in private areas of course, and whilst I didn’t encourage it, I also didn’t discourage it.

Once in his room, I kicked my shoes off and took off the wrap I had taken to wearing to cover up my cleavage and shoulders in public places. I could see his eyes look at me, or rather my chest, as I did so. I smiled my cheekiest smile and winked, before telling him we had to get down to work and sat at the desk in his suite.

It was midnight before we were done. Alex was lying on his back on the sofa, which was just behind the desk. He punched the air in delight when we were finally done, and we emailed the report to his superiors back in London.

“Thanks for your hard work this past month, Claire, I knew I could rely on you,” he said, standing behind me and looking at me in the mirror. My head was about at waist height as I was sat down.

“No problem, it’s been a fantastic opportunity,” I said. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and seemed to wait for my reaction before starting to massage them in a really erotic way. I was a little taken aback – despite the flirting and increasing physical contact, I hadn’t expected him to make a move. But as he began to put his hands under the wide straps of my shift dress, I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t sure how I felt – on the one hand it was erotic and I really wanted it, but the sensible side saw this as career suicide.

I still didn’t stop him as he told me to stand up in front of the mirror and to keep looking at him, with my hands on the desk. I couldn’t keep my eyes off, despite myself, as he unzipped the long zip on the back of my blue dress and let it fall to the ground. He pulled my long brown hair to one side, and started to kiss my neck then ran his hands all over my body. The stopped at my DD breasts and massaged them over my bra, pushing himself closer to me as he did so. I could feel his erection against my back and I moaned a little as I imagined how it would feel inside of me.

He ran just his thump under the fabric of my bra and began to flick at my already hard nipples. He somehow made them harder and I moaned with pleasure.

Then, he released my breasts from the bra, letting it drop to the floor. “I always wondered if these were real or not,” he commented, and then spent a lot of time massaging my breasts. He seemed to love them and was mesmerised that they were natural. As he became more turned on, he twisted my nipples harder and harder, which made me scream in ecstasy.

He then removed his hands from my breasts and heard him undoing his belt, unzipping the trousers and the sound of them falling to the floor. I guessed his pants were there too when I felt his silky cock press against my arse cheeks.

“Now, if you didn’t want anyone else to see you naked, why would you wear such a flimsy little thong as this?” he asked, clearly rhetorically, as he literally ripped the lace thong from me. I let out a little yelp as I felt the fabric tighten against my clit and my wetness, before the tension went and it flopped away.

I went to reach round and touch his cock but he stopped me. “Nope, hands off. I’m the boss and I want to see the sights.” He then took my hands and placed them on the back of the chair, ensuring I was bent over with my nakedness at his beck and call. He took off his tie, which he slapped playfully across my arse cheeks before tying my hands to the chair, “just to be sure I wouldn’t touch him”.

He then knelt down behind me and began to lick my already wet pussy. Firstly, the smooth outer labia, before moving to the pink inner labia and finally reaching my clit. I moaned in pleasure as he brought me close to an orgasm, though he stopped when I told him I was close.

He then moved his tongue to my hole and slowly started to explore it as he did so. Soon he was tongue fucking me, which felt great. As I got close, he stopped and then to my surprise he started to lick around my ass hole. He seemed to do this with more caution until he realised I was enjoying it.

He stopped what he was doing after a couple of minutes. “Claire, look at me,” he directed, when he saw my head down. I looked ahead into the mirror and saw his lustful face as he began to finger fuck my pussy, first with one finger, then two, then three and finally four.

It was so incredibly erotic that I almost came instantly, but again he stopped me. It was as though he wanted to control my orgasm and only let me come when he wanted it. It was a tortuous game but one I found enjoyable.

He then began to circle my ass hole with his wet fingers. We looked at each other in the eye pretty much constantly throughout, except when he watched as he thrust his finger hardly into my tight hole. His gaze was back on mine as I let out a low, guttural moan of pleasure as he finger fucked my ass. When he sensed I was enjoying it too much, he stopped.

“I’m the boss, remember,” he reminded me. He then stepped back and seemed to just admire the naked woman in front of him. It turned me on to know he was so turned on by me, the taboo nature of this encounter making it all the more erotic.

We looked lustfully at each other in the mirror as he stroked his cock, which was surprisingly large for a short guy. I wanted it inside me, but when I expressed this desire, he stopped and sat down on the sofa, starting at me. He loved the power of being able to control when I would feel his cock and when he would let me come.

After a few minutes, his lust got the better of him and he came over, holding his still rock hard cock in his hand. Without any warning or teasing, he plunged his entire length into me until he was ball deep. I’d never had a guy do that to me before, fill me so quickly and instantly and it felt so good. I could tell he loved it as much as I did, judging by his deep moan which came from somewhere deep within.

He stood still for a moment before he began to fuck me. For the first couple of thrusts, he was more gentle but then began fucking me as hardly as he could. The lustful, carnal look in his eye was such a turn on. He slapped my ass cheeks a few times, as he fucked so roughly, and with no regard for me. He was clearly fucking me for his own pleasure only and knowing I was his fuck toy made this already deeply erotic situation even more enjoyable. He withdrew completely from me as I became closer to orgasm, which was disappointing if not unsurprising.

I then heard and felt him spit on my ass hole and put firstly one finger then two inside and finger fucked it harder than he had earlier. I loved ass play and clearly he did too. He then took the fingers out and placed the head of his cock at my tight entrance. I wiggled my bum a bit to signal how much I wanted it, and the look on his eye as I did so was so lustful when he knew this often forbidden hole was ready for his cock.

He filled me at first slowly, then after a few thrusts, he got harder and harder. He rubbed my clit as he did so, and the double pleasure was too much for me to take. I told him I was coming and to my delight he didn’t stop, he just looked even more lustfully as he continued to fuck my ass as hardly as he had fucked my pussy earlier. My orgasm exploded and shortly after, I felt him come inside my ass. That was always a pleasure for me, to feel cum dripping out of my ass after a good fucking.

As we both got our breaths back, he then loosened the tie and let me get dressed, though the thong was useless to me now.

“I best be getting some sleep, boss,” I said

“Sure, got a busy few days ahead,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You won’t remember, you’re out all day in Dubai,” I reminded him

“Ever the professional,” he said. He kissed my cheek, and then pulled my head back by my hair and licked my neck, before letting me go.

I slept really well, though woke up wet thinking of the night before. I went to the office; feeling slightly sad thinking Alex wouldn’t be there to flirt with. By now, we had a couple of solicitors and a secretary in the office, who would run it after we returned to the UK, so it was a good atmosphere. The secretary, who was an American called Linda, went out for dinner and drinks after work. By now, we only had two more days in the office and this would be the last chance we’d have to have a girls’ night out and enjoy the free drinks at numerous ladies’ nights. Whoever said you can’t drink in the Middle East clearly hadn’t been to Abu Dhabi.

I had to be respectful of the local customs and beliefs so did my best to behave sober in the taxi and when walking through the hotel lobby. The lift doors were just about to shut, when someone pressed the button and they re-opened. It was Alex, who had just arrived back from Dubai.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he said, pressing himself up closely against me when the doors closed and we were alone.

“Good...” I slurred

“You’re drunk, Claire,” he said

“Nooooooooo,” I said, in a whisper. The lift arrived at our floor and Alex helped me get to my room. My suite was a smaller junior suite, which didn’t have the separate living area as Alex’s did. I sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to take my shoes off.

As I sat up, I saw Alex in front of me. “I could really take advantage of you,” he teased.

“Oh no, don’t, not again,” I protested, though I didn’t mean it.

With that, he ordered me to stand up and, as last night, he took my dress off for me. This time, he was pleased to see that whilst I was wearing a bra, I was commando down below. He then undid his belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. I reached out, released his hard cock from his tight pants, and ran then down his leg. As I did so, my face brushed against him and I felt it throb.

Alex then grabbed my hair and held my neck back. He then teased my mouth, only letting his cock touch my lower lip before taking it away. He then forced my mouth to take his entire cock and face fucked me. I enjoyed giving blow jobs more, but as long as I had his cock inside of me, I didn’t really care.

He came all over my face and proceeded to smear it all over, so it smudged my make up. Before I could do anything, he pulled his trousers up and left to go back to his suite. I was mesmerised, addicted, and wanted more, I thought as I fell asleep.

The next day at the office, our second to last day in the sunshine, he was around, though in meetings with the solicitors for most of it to discuss how he had got on in Dubai and plans for the future. He remained professional in the office, except a flicker of lust in his eye when I whispered in his ear that I was again panty-less underneath my pencil skirt.

After work, I went straight back to my room and relaxed with my dinner in my room, whilst Alex went out with clients. I didn’t expect any more, as much as I wanted it, as he was busy tonight and we would both be out with the others from the office tomorrow. Therefore, I was surprised when he knocked on my door just after 11.

I was wearing an old sleeping t-shirt, which I pulled over my head as I closed the door. If someone else had happened to walk down the corridor, they would have seen, which turned me on even more than exhibitionism normally does, given it is such a taboo in Abu Dhabi.

This time, I wanted to take control, having been submissive to him these last two nights. We didn’t exchange pleasantries, he just let me do what I wanted. The first thing was taking his suit and shirt off so I could see his whole naked body. For a forty-something, he had a pretty good body and I took delight in kissing it all over as he lay on my bed. I straddled his legs as I gave him a blow job, he again pulled my hair and forced a little as I did so. I didn’t mind, even though I wanted to be in control, because I loved it.

Just as he had teased me two nights earlier, I teased him, leaving him on the brink of his orgasm. As he tried to touch my breasts, I reminded him how he had tied me up the first time, and I then tied his wrists to the headboard. I then licked his cock some more, though this time, I wetted a finger and teased his ass hole. Guys react one of two ways – they love it or hate it. Luckily, he seemed to love it so I finger fucked his ass, first with one finger, then two as I licked his erection and balls. He seemed to love it judging by his deep moans.

As he was getting close, I then stopped and climbed on top of him. First, just sitting there with his cock beneath me and feeling my wetness. Then I eased him into me and just sat there, clenching my muscles around his stiffness. The way he called my name suggested he was loving this as much as me.

I then started to ride him, first slowly then quickly. I leaned forward a little so my clit rubbed against his abdomen as I did so, which increased my pleasure and induced my first orgasm. I know he could feel my muscles contract against him as I did so.

In order to prolong his teasing just a little longer, I then stopped and changed positions. I rode his cock in reverse, which he loved. I then stopped one more time and eased his hardness out of me. I could tell he was close to exploding, so I eased my ass around his cock. He told me what a filthy slut I was to ride his cock with my ass, which added to my enthusiasm. It didn’t take long before I felt him shoot inside my ass again.

I untied him and after a few pleasantries and post coital kisses, he made his way back to his room whilst I slept in the scent of him and the sex, which had just occurred.

The next day was busy with it being our last day and tying up a few ends. We went out for dinner with our new colleagues. It was sad because I had grown to really like the team. It was also hard because Alex kept shooting me looks as though he was having flashbacks to the previous three nights. I shot him the exact same looks, we clearly both having the same thoughts.

Our flight was early on the Friday morning, so when we got back to the hotel at midnight, we thought we should get some sleep. However, I soon found myself knocking on his door.

“Why sleep now? We can sleep on the plane...” I said as I barged past him. I then noticed he was naked with his erection standing to attention.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he said as he pinned me against the door. I had come prepared this time and had no bra, no panties and a dress, which easily unzipped to reveal my nakedness. He then put my arms above my head and held them there as he kissed me. We hadn’t really kissed on the lips before but these were passionate kisses, knowing this would never happen between us again after this night.

He let go of my arms and then grabbed my left leg and hooked it round his waist, and pressed his erection against my wetness. We kissed some more before he carried me over to the bed.

We didn’t bother with foreplay, we just went straight for penetration. He bent me over the bed and entered me hardly from behind, alternating between pussy and ass, fucking each with equal roughness. He loved calling me a filthy fucktoy and it turned me on to know I was such a slut. We both came pretty quickly, with his load shooting in my pussy this time.

I was about to get my dress to go, when he stopped me “No, stay, it won’t be long...” and then led me back to the bed. We lay there, firstly in silence, and then we talked about what would happen when we got back. We decided that the old adage “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” certainly applied here. He had his wife, which I felt guilty about. Especially knowing that part of the pleasure for me was fucking a married guy.

He began to stir again and we stroked each other gently on the outside. He then lay on top of me, firstly kissing and caressing in missionary. He then instructed me to put my knees either side of my head so I was exposed to him. He licked a little, and then roughly finger fucked both holes at the same time, which brought me to another orgasm.

He looked lustfully at me as he fucked my pussy with the sound of his balls slapping my arse cheeks. He was really hitting my g-spot in this position and I was pleased when he let me come again, squirting my juice over his cock as he continued to pound hardly. Then he withdrew, rubbing his tip on my clit and then teasing my tight hole. He plunged into me and fucked it harder than he had before and I could tell by the look in his eye as he did so that he wasn’t going to get this hole, or indeed this woman, again. This added to the explosiveness of our orgasms as we came together and he slumped down on top of me.

After a small doze, I went back to my room and got ready to leave. For so many reasons, this had been one of the best trips I’d ever had. We returned to the UK and I worked for Alex for another six months, but when the Abu Dhabi office began to expand and the opportunity arose for an office manager, I jumped at the chance to live there permanently. Alex was sad to see me go, though I think we both knew it had been strained working together after what had happened. I also reminded him that we said, “What happens in Abu Dhabi stays in Abu Dhabi” and that I looked forward to seeing him out there sometime.