It was late afternoon, and I was busy typing away at my desk when a deep voice behind me snapped me out of my work mode.

“Raven, I need to see you in my office.”

I looked up to see my boss Brad staring down at me, arms crossed across his broad chest.

“OK, is something wrong?” I asked, due to the sharp tone of Brad’s voice.

“Yes, but it’s a private matter. Just come to my office, and we can discuss it there.” Brad said with a bit of a huff and turned and headed toward his office at the end of the hall.

Brad was younger than me, in his early 30s, and undeniably handsome. Dark brown hair, intense blue eyes, and a physique he obviously worked hard on.

He was also engaged to a very nice, though timid, girl, whom I had only seen in the office a few times.

Even so, he was still a bit of a flirt, and I usually enjoyed his attention, but today he did not look happy with me.

I finished up the article I was working on and walked to the open door of Brad’s office.

It was well known he’d gotten his prestigious position from his father, who owned the company we worked for. It always felt like he was trying to prove something and assert his dominance when he could.

“Shut the door, Ms. Sinclair,” Brad said when I came in, all business-like and very serious.

I took a seat in the chair opposite Brad’s massive desk. Seemed like he was overcompensating if you ask me.

I was wearing a white button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone and a tight grey pencil skirt that hugged my curves and hiked up my legs when I sat down.

I crossed my legs, making my skirt creep up even higher, and I noticed Brad watching my every move.

He cleared his throat before getting started, tugging at his tie as if he was about to say something a little uncomfortable.

“I’m just going to get right to the point, Ms. Sinclair. I’ve seen your racy photos and read your lewd stories on the Internet, and I don’t believe that’s the kind of conduct we want from our employees here.” Brad said, looking down at me from his desk.

“And that includes the photo you took at your desk, exposing your nipples,” he said, gesturing at my top as if my nipples were currently out and offending him. “We have a reputation to uphold here.”

I felt my cheeks get hot and knew I was turning a bit red. I remembered posting that pic after I’d gotten my new work headshots done. I was just having fun.

“We are going to have to take some disciplinary action. And if you don’t comply, I will have to expose your extracurricular activities to the rest of the staff. You wouldn’t want that, now would you?” Brad asked, implying I might be embarrassed if everyone knew about my pictures and stories.

I started to suspect Brad had something planned and was going to hold this over me. What Brad didn’t know was that I didn’t give a damn who saw what I posted online.

He obviously had very little experience dealing with a mature 50-year-old woman who was getting ready to tell him to go fuck himself. But I held back and let him continue. I wanted to see where this was going.

Brad stood up from his desk and walked around to where I was sitting.

“You are a beautiful woman, with a beautiful body that you obviously like sharing. Maybe if you did something for me, I could do something for you in return, and not let this little secret out,” he said as he let his hand wander between his legs. I could see his dick getting hard and tenting the tailored pants of his suit. This had taken an interesting turn. Time to set Brad straight.

“Something for you? Let me guess, you want me to suck your dick, and you’ll keep quiet about my dirty story writing and PG-13 photos?” I asked with a laugh. This nerve of this guy. He was hot enough that I'd fantasized about hooking up with him in his office, but not by blackmail! But still, I wouldn't mind having a little fun with him, on my terms.

“Do we have a deal?” he asked, presumptuously unbuckling his belt.

“Hold on a minute, SIR,” I said, infusing my voice with as much contempt as he deserved.

“If you read those stories and looked at my photos, that means I could just as easily tell everyone that you were reading smut on the Internet and probably jacking off to my photos! Tell me, did you enjoy seeing my tits? Did my stories get you off?” My voice started to get a little heated as I threw his own accusations back at him.

“I bet your sweet little fiancée would love to hear what you've been up to. Maybe I should let her know?” I enjoyed the look of horror on his face as he realized he was no longer in control of this situation.

“The way I see it,” I said as I stood up, “The only dick getting sucked here today is going to be mine. Get on the floor.”

I pointed to the floor beside me and fixed him with an intense glare until he moved away from his desk. I could see him thinking things over in his head. He tentatively walked over to me and obediently lay down on the floor.

“Good boy,” I said as I stepped over him, now looking down at him, as he had done to me earlier.

“You don’t really have a dick, do you?” he asked in a whisper. Not sure what he was getting himself into.

The fact that he wasn't sure, but was still going through with it, impressed and intrigued me a bit. For a buttoned-up looking guy, he must have a little kinky streak he's been hiding.

“No, but I assure you, you will find something good to suck,” I said as I hiked my skirt up around my hips and lowered myself down onto his face. With a skirt this tight, I never wear underwear because I hate visible panty lines.

I hovered just above him, as he strained his face up, trying to make contact. He reached his hands up to grab my ass, and I caught each hand in mine, pushing them over his head. “NO touching. Not yet,” I growled at him as I lowered my pussy onto his face.

I ran his nose up and down my slit, letting him breathe me in. His tongue lashed out, eagerly lapping at me, trying to plunge deep inside.

“No, I told you to suck it,” I said as I tilted forward so my clit was in his mouth.

He gently took my clit between his lips, sucking and nibbling, and doing exactly as I asked. It was so nice when the boss listened to your suggestions.

I ground myself on his face, lost in my own effort to get off, and only mildly concerned if he could breathe. I was thrusting into his face with such force that a button popped on my shirt, and my large breasts broke free, bouncing with my enthusiastic face fucking efforts.

I finally came all over his face, legs shaking, shuddering, and probably smothering him just a little, but I bet he liked it.

I stood up and adjusted my skirt, still tingly from my post-orgasm bliss.

“This isn’t over,” he said as he stood up and walked over to me. “I’m about to pull that sexy little skirt right back up.”

He advanced toward me, backing me up to his desk. I could see he was still rock hard. I rested my butt against his desk as he brought his mouth to my still exposed nipples.

“I’ve been wanting to stuff these in my mouth ever since you posted that photo at your desk,” he said in between mouthfuls. “You have the most delicious-looking tits.”

I couldn’t help but moan as he dry-humped me against his desk while sucking my tits. He was getting me all worked up again.

“Turn around,” he said as he grabbed my hips and forcefully turned me over so I was leaning over his desk.

He pushed my head down and said, “I’ve read your stories. I know how much you like a tongue in your ass,” and then buried his face between my cheeks and went at my ass like it was his last meal.

I was dripping wet by the time he came up for air, and I didn’t resist when I felt the head of his cock sliding up and down my crack. I pushed back against him, begging, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard over your big fucking desk.”

I swiped everything off his desk and onto the floor, spreading my legs wide and offering myself up to him.

He wasted no time burying his thick cock into me, fucking me with long, deep strokes and teasing my ass with his finger.

“I’ve read all your stories, and yes, I did enjoy jacking off to your photos. You come to the office all professional, but I know you’re a naughty girl, Raven. I bet you’d like my dick in your ass too,” he said as he toyed with my back door while fucking me. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, and welcoming whatever he wanted to do to me.

He sped up, slamming me against his desk so hard I knew I’d have bruises across the front of my thighs tomorrow.

He let out a guttural moan as he came, slowly pumping in and out as his cum spilled down my legs.

“Seems you’ve made quite a mess, sir. Better clean that up before HR finds out,” I said, teasing him as I ground my ass back against him one last time.

“I…I usually last a lot longer. I don’t know what got into me. Fuck…that was just…intense.” He stammered, running his hands through his hair while searching for something to clean us both off with.

He found a golf towel on a shelf by his desk and started wiping me off and pulling my skirt back down. I turned around, and he licked his lips when he saw my breasts were still exposed.

“Guess I'd better put these away,” I said and winked at him as I adjusted myself.

“So, this just stays between us, right?” Brad said nervously, trying to put his desk back in order so it didn’t look like he'd just had sex all over it.

“Yes, but I’d like a raise and a new big desk for my office,” I told him, smirking because I knew I had him. “Something big enough to fuck on. Don’t think this is a one-time thing. I just hope you can keep up.”

I swayed my ass as I walked out of his office, smiling and satisfied, and ready to write a new story about my hot boss. I hope he enjoys it later when he reads it.