Beauty and the Boss

Layla was in her last semester of college and working hard at getting done with her business degree. She knew she had to pick an office to do her internship but was becoming increasingly lazy at the prospects of actually scouting offices. Since her husband left three months prior for a job 1,000 miles away in New Jersey, Layla was increasing lonely and increasingly horny. She has managed to stay faithful to her husband but was definitely wearing out batteries quickly on her vibrator.

Layla pulled the list of possible offices to work at. She called one and went for an interview. She made sure her skin was perfectly bronzed and smooth. Her shoulder length auburn hair hung losely on her back and smelled of flowers. She tinted her lips pink with sticky lip gloss for a barely sexy feel and went to meet the owner. Mr. Price seemed nice. He was a good family man with a successful business. It was exactly the kind of experience Layla wanted. It was a far drive from her apartment, but she knew she would make the best of the time she had to spend there.

On her first day in the office, she was training with the front desk assistant, Tami. Tami was kind but a bit rough around the edges. Layla chalked this up to shyness and learned what she could about the printing business. She wasn't interested in printing, but had learned that Mr. Price owned four offices. Layla was hungry for success. Mr. Price could teach her how to get there.

As Layla was walking down the long corridor to her office, she ran into a man she had not met before. He was tall. Very tall. And handsome. When she looked up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but stare at his beauty. Layla quickly darted a half smile at this tall muscular man and attempted to walk by him, but he stopped and introduced himself to her.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Carrick. I'm Mr. Price's business partner."

Layla stammered a quick "hello" and "nice to meet you." She automatically felt her temperature rise and began to feel her panties become wet with desire.

Layla was stunned. She didn't know Mr. Price co-owned the company. She was even more stunned at his beauty. Mr. Carrick was olive complected with piercing green eyes and had a smile that could melt an iceberg. All that afternoon, Layla caught herself day dreaming about Mr. Carrick's uncharacteristic beauty and how she immediately knew what she would masturbate to that night.

Over the next few days, Layla primped herself more than anyone should for work. She wore makeup that she would only wear when she was going out for a night on the town. Layla wanted to get fucked and hard by Mr. Carrick. Each morning she went to work, she was disappointed to see Mr. Carrick not around. She casually asked Tami what Mr. Carrick did for the business acting as if she was interested in his job, but really she was taking mental notes on his whereabouts. Tami relayed that Mr. Carrick was the brains behind the operation. He played the numbers game for the offices and rarely showed up. He worked in one of the other offices most of the days but would come to their office once a week for a meeting. Layla was saddened by his lack of appearances, but knew that once a week would be better than not seeing his beautiful face at all.

Before leaving the office that evening, Tami stopped Layla and told her that they were having an office party at the end of the week to celebrate meeting their quarterly stats. Layla agreed to join assuming that Mr. Carrick would be there.

When Friday rolled around, Layla wore a skin tight grey pencil skirt and a white button down blouse that perfectly accented her large breasts. She had amazingly toned legs from years of running and put them on display with a pair of black four inch pumps. Layla was hoping to make an impression on Mr. Carrick.

After business hours ended, Tami locked the doors and turned up the dance music. Wine and beer were flowing freely and everyone was in attendance from all the offices, including Mr. Carrick. Layla quickly decided that she would start a casual conversation with him to see if she could find out anything at all about him, especially his availability.

After a couple of drinks, Layla conjured up the courage to talk to Mr. Carrick. He was devastatingly easy to talk to. He was brilliant and handsome. Layla had to have him! She had to pinch herself over and over again to stop day dreaming about throwing him on the floor and ripping off his clothes. She imagined he had a huge cock to fit his large frame. It was all she could hope for.

As the minutes and conversation passed, Mr. Carrick mentioned that he had a few kids at home. With this, Layla assumed he was married and decided to back off. Layla wasn't happy in her own marriage, but wouldn't put anyone else's marriage in jeopardy.

When the party was winding down, Mr. Carrick asked Layla to help him wash some of the glasses in the break room. She quickly agreed. Any moment alone with him would add to her fantasies later on that night. As she washed a wine glass in the sink, Mr. Carrick sidled up close to her side. He leaned over and gently smelled Layla's hair. She froze. She felt her body stiffen with desire and her hands tighten around the wine glass. Having him that close to her was more than she could have wished for.

Mr. Carrick said, "You smell amazing, Layla."

Layla replied, "Thank you Mr. Carrick," very demurely like a school girl.

"Call me James. I insist."

A smile crept up on Layla's pouty lips and she said, "of course, James."

James laid his hand on the small of her back and gently caressed her making his way towards her tight round ass. She nearly melted in the palm of his hand. Layla took this opportunity to completely abandon her wiles. She turned towards him and said,

"I usually don't let men touch me like that. Especially if they don't have my phone number."

James quickly responded "well, I guess you should give me your number now then" with a sexy smile that she couldn't resist.

They exchanged phone numbers and left for the evening. Layla couldn't sleep that night. She got her vibrator from her closet and used it to bring herself to climax four times before being completely spent.

The next morning, Layla was busy doing regular Saturday morning chores of laundry and grocery shopping. As she was settling in her bed with a book after all her chores were done, she received a text from James. He was going to go over expense reports and wondered if she would be interested in learning how to do them. Layla pounced on the opportunity to have James to herself for an afternoon. She quickly took a shower and sprayed herself with vanilla perfume. It turned her on to smell sweet like vanilla. She hoped it would work on James too.

When she arrived at the office, James was sitting at his desk. He gave her a sexy smile and asked her how her weekend was going so far.

"It's been good, but I have a feeling it's about to get much better."

James smiled and nodded. He patted his lap and beckoned her to sit on his muscular thigh.

Layla strode to him and sat on his lap. She could feel his massive erection beneath his khaki pants and began to feel the wetness build up in her black silk panties. Layla wrapped her arms around James' neck and lowered her lips to his. In an instant, James and Layla passionately kissed for what seemed like hours but was likely only a minute. James swirled his tongue around her mouth and licked her lips. He began to bite her lower lip. Layla couldn't help but moan with pleasure. James slid his hands from her waist to her breasts. Her full mounds were ready to be fondled and her nipples were as hard as granite. James gently caressed Layla's breasts. She moaned even louder. Layla moved her mouth to his neck and began to lick him and kiss him ravenously. James again wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up and placed her firm ass on his desk. He lowered himself onto her and began to grind his massive cock against her very wet pussy. Layla was ready to be fucked but James wanted to play first. He slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her body. He knelt down on the floor and placed his mouth on the inside of her thighs. He slowly licked and kissed his way towards her pussy. She could feel the wetness drip outside of her. James made his way to her panties and pulled them aside with his teeth. Gently, he slid his fingers up and down her slit as he flicked her swollen clit with his tongue. Layla moaned and writhed on the desk. She was going to come and it was going to be strong. James increased the depth of his licking and Layla approached orgasm. In an instant, her moaning got louder and Layla clamped on his head with her thighs and she went into a fit of orgasmic glory. As her body jerked about, James pulled away from her and watched as she grabbed at her breasts and attempted to get her breathing under control. Every muscle in her body was completely relaxed. It had been a long time since she felt that good with a man. James was a dream come true.

After a minute, Layla smiled her usual crooked smile and sat up. James was touching his huge cock and was gearing up for round two. But this time, Layla wanted to play. She undressed him first exposing his amazing rock hard chest and then slid his pants off to reveal a huge and very ready cock. She pushed him against the wall and slid her tongue down his washboard stomach. She made her way to his cock and gently stroked it with her hands and teased him by flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. James couldn't take it any longer. He put his hand on the back of her head and thrust his cock into her mouth, fucking her face. Layla loved being dominated. She let him fuck her face until he was close to coming. Layla didn't want his orgasm to end that way. She needed him inside her throbbing pussy.

Layla pulled her mouth away from James and said

"I need you in me, James. I've needed you in me from the moment I met you."

James smiled and helped her to her feet. He said, "Layla, I had to have your pussy from the day we met."

James and Layla held each other for a moment, his throbbing cock resting between them. James sat on the floor and asked Layla to sit on his cock. She quickly obliged. Layla slowly lowered herself onto James' massive cock. She had never been with a man with such a huge cock. It hurt at first, but she hoped to get used to it soon.

James said, "Wrap your legs around me."

Layla, still with his dick inside her wet pussy, wrapped her legs around James' sculpted waist. At that moment, James began to slowly raise and lower Layla on his cock. Her breathing was heavy and hot. She had never felt pleasure this amazing in her life and she didn't want it to end.

Layla buried her face in his sweet smelling neck, but he said, "Look at me. Look in my eyes."

Layla turned to look into her lovers eyes. They were pristine and beautiful. If she had never believed in romance before, she sure believed in it at that moment. Layla fell deep into James' eyes and enjoyed every second of their sex.

Layla looked at James and pleaded "get rough with me!"

James' eyes lit up like Christmas! He scooped her up and roughly placed her on the floor and began to pound her pussy like it had never been pounded before. Her breasts bounced and her nipples ached. James took her breasts in his mouth and sucked on them as he laid into her pussy over and over again. Layla screamed and moaned with pleasure as she orgasmed again. James looked deeply into her eyes and with one very deep final thrust, James came in her tight pussy. His body shuddered with ecstasy. Sweat dripped from his brow and Layla gently wiped it away with her trembling finger tips.

They laid on the floor holding each other for many quiet moments.

Their breathing still heavy, Layla said "It's been a pleasure working with you Mr. Carrick."

James replied with a half smile, "Layla, the pleasure has been all mine."

And with that, they kissed.