The Boss

Text by Susan Strict.  Artwork by Rodzo.

"Don’t be silly," she said, wriggling a little to make herself comfortable. "It doesn’t make any difference what your job title is, I’m the only boss around here."

His answer was barely audible.

"Speak up," she told him, "I can’t take dictation if I can’t hear what you’re saying."

His voice was muffled, but he was clearly trying to shout something. She shook her head sadly.

"No good at all," she said in a disappointed voice, "I suppose we’ll have to abandon the dictation for this afternoon."

She put down her notebook and pencil, and looked down at his face between her legs. His eyes were wide, pleading with her to get off him and let him breathe properly. She raised herself, but instead of standing up as he had hoped, she merely settled herself back down on him, adjusting her position until she was exactly where she wanted.

"So," she said thoughtfully, "What shall we do for the rest of the afternoon? I’m quite comfortable sitting here, of course, but while I sit here I’m sure I could be doing something else useful."

She examined her nails closely, deciding they did not need any attention. She kicked off her shoes and bent each leg in turn to examine her toenails equally closely, and decided they need no attention either. She stretched, raising both legs from the ground and extending them in front of her, and reaching high over her head with her arms. She yawned and shuddered, contentedly and comfortably.

"You know," she told him, "I really could get used to this. You may use your tongue now, just the way you did last time. Not too fast, not too slow, and positively none of that furious sucking some of you men seem so fond of doing. There’s no rush at all, and I certainly don’t want to be getting all hot and perspiring. Gently does it, otherwise it won’t be ‘gently does it’ for you!"

She rocked backwards and forwards, thinking.

"Actually," she went on after a while, "An afternoon isn’t really long enough for this. I think I should marry you, and then I could keep you between my legs all night or all weekend whenever I wanted. That’s as well as all afternoon, of course."

She looked down at him again. "What do you think?" she asked.

The terror in his eyes was obvious. She laughed.

"No. Naturally not." She giggled. "Asking a man to think, how stupid of me. Not within your capabilities, thinking. Doing what you’re told is more your line, isn’t it? And taking your punishment like a good little boy."

She placed both her hands on his forehead, and pressing down hard to give her the leverage she bounced her full weight on his face a few times.

"When we’re married," she pointed out, "There’s lots more ways I can punish you than just by sitting on you. I do so love the sitting, and your lovely little tongue and lips on my..... well, you know. Don’t you think for one minute I would want any less of that. I’d want more, much more. It’s all those other things I can do to you when you’re naughty. It’s so exciting!"

She brought her legs together, totally covering his face while she quivered at the thought of it.

"You still there?" she enquired, parting her thighs again so that she could see his face and watch him gasp for air.

"Of course you are. 

You’ll always be there whenever I want you. Always there to satisfy me, and always there for whatever little games I want to play with you."

She reached down and pinched his nose, clamping his nostrils closed and sliding herself forward so that she was pressing herself against her own fingers and against his nose. His mouth was once again completely covered, and while using her forefinger and thumb to hold his nose she touched herself with her other fingers.

"Mmmmmmm." Her gentle moan seemed to echo around the office.

"You," she told him, "You are the luckiest man alive to be able to have me like this. Any man in this office, any man in the world would give his right arm to change places with you right now.   Come on then.  I know you're just dying for it.  I'll do what you want: I'll get myself all worked up and sweaty over you.  Don't you worry yourself though, because it won't be one quick climax and then it's all over and I'll climb off you.  Oh no.  Not this time.  This afternoon I just know I won't be satisfied with one.  Two, three, four at the very least.  Right now I feel that ten or even twenty wouldn't be enough to satisfy me, so you're in luck.  THIS secretary won't be going home early tonight!"