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The Boss

This choice will be hard.

Which set of beautiful lips shall be kissed?

Lipstick covered, smelling of fresh cherries, which have been eaten to destroy me.

I will win. I will kiss and suck them until my mouth betrays me.

She bites her lips as I lick mine.

The time has come to intertwine with her lips. 

A smile presses across her face as she slowly uncrosses her legs,
and then crosses them again.

No panties; how could she?

How could she sit there so moist?

So perfect and pink, I grab myself attempting to calm.

Giving myself a pep talk and a brief reassurance.

As if not to have already sent a missile of passion right at me,

She takes cherry from her lips, put it to the other pair and bites.

My pep talk has now become a last will and testament.

I look down at the note she left for me:

Choose your own demise. You may be the boss but I'm in control.

Choose right and I will submit to you in front of the office, kneeling at

My new Masters feet. Choose wrong and I will make love to every woman in this building,

While you watch tied up in pain. The choice is yours. Kiss the set of lips

That need your attention most, do it by the end of the presentation.

How could I let this happen? My heart is beating through my chest,

I can't breathe. We are in an office meeting and she's passing a fruit basket to herself.

I must make a choice. I must choose. I must win. I must have her,

Even if it means everything. Her lips are calling me. No matter my choice,

I must maintain the very thing that made me the boss going for the glory. 

I stand, walking to her in my black Vera Wang suit, all eyes on me.

Reaching down with my finger I softly press on her sex, just enough to coat

My finger and spread it on her beautiful lipstick covered set.

I lay a kiss upon them and whisper in her ear "I choose both, I make the rules,

Now get down and pay me my tribute." She smiles and kneels before the office,

Offering herself to me. I smile. While my vice president speaks out "Sir can you

And your wife not hold it together for 5 minutes". I smile again, my wife, my queen, my world

She will be the death of me one day.

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