In one week, Eve had not only made herself indispensable to her new boss, but she also had him slavering over her. Of course, her mouth lunging up and down his hardness eroded his resolve, as well. As soon as Victor’s luxurious car skidded into the apartment complex’s parking lot, she pulled her mouth off his cock, purposely letting her saliva drip all over his hard shaft and pants.
“Be a dear, big boss, and grab my things, then meet me up there,” she pointed.
As if it were perfectly natural and not at all taboo, Eve jumped out of the vehicle, slamming the door loudly, and leisurely strolled across the parking lot wearing only her high heels and a provocative smile. A few passersby, drivers on the busy road beside her building, honked their horns, shouting compliments and obscenities. She just smiled and waved, her large, perfect breasts bouncing, exaggeratedly. Unlocking the door, she entered her cluttered apartment, leaving the door wide open.
Inside the car, Victor mentally struggled, an intense, ethical battle raging inside his head. No woman, not even his wife, had ever made him yearn for sexual release like Eve had. Married for only a few years, the sexual bonfires of lust had waned in his marriage. Still, though, he had never physically strayed. His hard cock throbbed, wagging back and forth and giving its opinion of what he should do. Resisting temptation, Mr. Moore tentatively decided that he wouldn’t stray. The complications it could cause in the workplace or the fact that it could destroy his marriage gave just a bit more mass in the “cons” department until Eve sent him a text.
Her message was simple, just a single picture of her masturbating, with the message, “Hurry up! It won’t lick itself.” She had two fingers thrust deeply into her cunt, her juices pouring out with such volume that her pussy was oozing and shiny. Her fingers were dripping.
As soon as he saw that, Victor screamed in agonized lust, his fists pounding on the padded, leather-covered steering wheel. He shut off his car, kicked the door shut, put his quavering erection back inside his pants, and trudged up the stairs toward his assistant’s abode. His inner voice gave him lectures on morality every step of the way; his inner, sexual demons vanquished the voices of reason. Eve was sex on legs, and he was about to get some.
“You were out there almost two minutes. I was getting ready to call some friends to scratch my itch,” Eve said to him as he entered. She was splayed on her stained, rickety couch, furiously masturbating. “Get your fucking pants off, Mr. Moore, and finger my hot cunt while you pack that pipe on the table.”
In a tormented voice, Victor lamented, “Eve, we’re coworkers, and you even work for me. I’m also married! This is just wrong, terribly wrong.”
“I know!” Eve exclaimed, passionately moaning as she fingered herself. “Doesn’t that make it so fucking hot? Come here and fuck me.”
“I can’t”
“Oh, I see, you fucking hypocrite. You have no problem fucking my slutty mouth the entire ride over here, but you draw the line at giving me my fun? Pants off, now!”
Mr. Moore just stood there, stunned into inactivity. He wanted to thrust his hard cock into her pussy more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life. His resolve wavered, and he took half a step toward her. Victor’s entire body shook with desire, but he clung to the last vestiges of morality he could muster. Eve sensed his trepidation and approached him, laughing.
Her sable hair hanging seductively over her boobs, Eve stood before him and grabbed his hands, placing them atop her head as she dropped to her knees. Expertly opening his pants, the horny woman pulled them down, his silky, paisley boxers along with them. Hearing no protest, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his shaft, taking the entire length down her throat.
“Don’t stop. I surrender.”
“Good boy, boss. Now take off that shirt and sit beside me.”
Despite his hair beginning to gray, Victor kept his body in peak condition. His pectoral muscles were well-formed and had just a hint of chest hair, not too hairy, just enough to look ruggedly manly. His washboard abs were the envy of men a fraction of his age, and Eve drooled over his broad shoulders and tapering shoulders. Mr. Moore grabbed the grungy, stinky water pipe and frowned at it.
“Do you ever clean this?”
“Nope. I like things dirty.”
The both of them nude, except for Eve’s high-heeled pumps, they sat on her gungy couch and sampled the wares of T&L Cultivators. Before long, they were laughing like giddy high schoolers, tears coming out of their eyes. Their hands explored each other’s bodies, and Eve’s lips found the most sensitive parts of Victor’s body to molest. His erection throbbed in the air, and she sucked, licked, stroked, and teased him to the point of bursting.
Sensing that she was finally going to finalize her week-long efforts of bending her boss to her will, Eve readied herself to fuck her new boss. He was more than ready, his entire body flushed with arousal. Just as Eve turned toward him, however, his cell phone rang.
“Fuck! It’s my wife. What do I do?”
“Answer it, silly.”
Victor’s face blanched, taking on a nervous, worried expression, but he answered the phone. “Hi, June. I was just thinking about you. What’s going on?”
Eve flashed an evil smile, burying her fingers deep in her flowing pussy. She leaned back a bit, moaning quietly, fingering herself with wild abandon.
“Oh, yeah,” Mr. Moore said after listening for a long while. “The barbecue was a huge success, and Eve scored a great contract with T&L.”
He paused and listened, frowning, then smiling.
“Well, you can tell her yourself. I’m with her right now; we just got back from the party…. Okay.” He shrugged, smiled sheepishly, then handed the masturbating vixen the phone. “June wants to speak with you.”
Eve sat up, her nude body pressed against her boss, and took the phone with her unsaturated hand. “Hiya, Mrs. Moore. How’s your mother?”
As she listened, the nude woman pulled her fingers from her sex hole, her nectar coating her hand and some of it spilling out, soaking her couch. She rubbed some of her juices over Victor’s mouth, then grabbed his hard cock, stroking it as she listened and moaned in affirmation to whatever June was saying. Some of the things Mrs. Moore was saying, as well as the background noise she heard, convinced Eve that her boss’ wife wasn’t solely across the country to visit her ailing mother. She smiled cruelly when she figured out that June Moore was also more than likely sowing her wild oats while away. She’d never tell a soul; it just made her goals easier to reach.
As she listened, her stroking increased tempo until her hand was a blur, pumping up and down Victor’s hard shaft.
“Don’t worry, June. I have well in hand.” Her face was a mask of lust as she stared at Victor. Then, she laughed, shimmying her shoulders from side to side, shaking her boobs. “Yes, I know. I heard it. Don’t sweat it; I’ll never tell.”
Victor’s jaw slackened, and he began asking what she was talking about. However, he stopped short of forming any words, a horny, whispering sigh escaping his mouth as Eve manually pleasured his man-flesh.
