So I meet the boss
written by:
Norbert

I hated working nights. It was boring being one of five people in a building that usually, during the normal working hours, housed almost fifteen hundred employees. I played a critical role managing the network after hours even considering that my telephone had only sounded four times in the eighteen months I had been in the role. To try to avoid losing my mind at twenty-six I had a variety of side activities to keep me amused. I took some university courses, watched movies, played games on a stand-alone system played my guitar but most of all I smoked a pile of cigarettes and drank gallons of coffee. It was during a few of my many smoke breaks that I witness the most unusual happening for my semi-puritan workplace.

It was in the middle of a sweltering July night and I was sitting on a picnic table under a big oak tree trying to catch some form of a breeze. The lights suddenly came on in the board room directly in front of where I was sitting. An unusual occurrence normally but we currently had some big-wigs in from out of state working on a big proposal. At times like this, it wasn't unusual to have comings and goings at all hours of the day and night. The team consisted of three guys and two gals and from the look of them they had changed and been out for dinner and/or drinks. The guys, all fairly young, wore the standard jeans and shirts and the women, who were somewhat older, were in comfortable yoga attire. The only thing that set them apart from the normal cubicle-Joes was that they all pulled out their laptops and began tapping away on the keyboards. They seemed to have a good working relationship because I could see them laughing in between squinting at the display monitors and referring to the many sheets of paper that appeared and were passed about. That was how I left them as I returned to my war-room to waste some more time.

When I returned an hour or so later, the party had dwindled by one and I was just in time to see two others - a guy and a gal - pack up their laptops and head out. It wasn't long before the final two were sitting back chatting away. From my vantage point it certainly didn't appear that much work was being accomplished. I'm not sure what had been said but the gal suddenly gave the fellow a jaw-dropped look with the hint of a smile creasing her eyes. Slowly she got up and rounded the conference table. She had a nice tight ass for a gal, I would say, in her early forty's and the rest of her body wasn't too shabby either. She had nice round tits and a pretty face with short cropped dark hair giving her an almost pixie look. I held my breath, half-expecting a friendly slap to the back of the head or something equally mundane. Instead, I watched as she pulled out his chair, plunk down in his lap and stare at him for a few moments. I'm not sure if he was talking as his back was to me but I did see his hand slide up her body until it was covering her tit. She didn't even flinch and I could see his hand squeezing the soft flesh. She leaned forward to kiss him soulfully and I figured that was my excitement for the night. Instead of parting and heading back to the hotel - like I would have done - the guy began to pull her shirt up until her magnificent tits were revealed. He didn't waste any time but dove right in and began sucking on a nipple. I briefly thought what the management team would think if they ever saw the security footage whoever the fuck they were. Guys like me knew their immediate and maybe another level higher but that was it.

I watched as they fondled and kissed their way to the unreasonable as her shirt went flying onto the table and she slipped off his lap only to sink to the floor. Moments later, her head was bobbing up and down with, what I imagined, a most aggressive blow-job. Apparently she was quite skilled because he soon had hold of the back of her head and was shoving her head up and down on his shaft until finally, he pulled her up and kissed her again before physically hoisting her to her feet. She smiled and turned her back to him and began to pull down her pants. As she did, she bent over and gave him a view of the finest ass I had ever seen - bar none. When she had kicked off her yogas she turned and revealed to her lover (and me) a completely bald pussy. He must've said something for she gave him a pouty look as she reached down and pushed a finger inside herself and then brought it to her lips to lick it clean.

Fuck, this woman was as hot as anything.

The guy reached out and grabbed her - and I could've sworn I heard a faint shriek through the glass - and hoisted her ass onto the table. He laid her back and spread her knees and then dove right in to her vee. I guess he must've been pretty good from the way she tossed her head back and forth and gripped his head. He suddenly pulled his head away and staring down at her while she stroked her own pussy undid his jeans and pushed them down and off. While his cock may have impressed her, mine was much longer and fatter.

Buddy buried his cock in her with one stroke and he fucked her like a Wildman. She responded like a wild woman. I must say, it was quite like watching a pretty decent porn flik with the sound off. It was interesting to watch him slap her tits and pinch and pull her nipples. My interest turned to a suddenly very stiff cock when I saw how she reacted to that. She began arching her ass up off the table and wrapped her legs around his waist urging him in deeper and faster.

Suddenly I saw the boardroom door open and the guy who had left early walked in. I figured shit would hit the fan then but instead he didn't waste any time in dropping his jeans and climbing up on the table. He knelt over her had and began feeding his cock into her open mouth. Once he was fully hard, he and the other guy switched places and he began fucking her as well.

I'd love to know who had the brainstorm but all of a sudden they both pulled out of her and twisted her so that she was lengthwise on the table. One guy lay in front of her and slipped his cock into her pussy again. The other crawled up behind her and began to force his cock into her ass. The way they held her leg in the air gave me the perfect view of her double penetration. Unfortunately, the way they were positioned I couldn't see if she was enjoying it or hating it. I really hope, even now, that it was the former.

Finally both the guys blasted their loads and pulled out leaving a trail of pearly white stuff leaking from both her pussy and her ass. Then, like a couple of schmucks, they dressed and left her lying naked on that conference table, both tugging their laptops over their shoulders and walking out of the room. At least they had the decency to close the door.

I thought, on my way back to the war-room, why they had thought that room would give them any privacy. Sure, it was mirrored glass in the daylight but at night time - with the lights on - everything was in plain view. Well, at least I had access to the security tapes to the building and would definitely be reviewing that footage.

The recording was as hot as I had seen and yes, she certainly seemed to enjoy having a cock up her ass as well as in her pussy. I was harder now than I had been watching the live performance and as I pulled the DVD out of the burner I heard the door open.

"Brian, is it?" I heard the soft southern accent.

"That's me," I suddenly lost my voice. She was standing across the desk from me looking none the worse for wear. "Uhhhhh, how can I help you, uhhh..."

"It's Sydney," she smiled and I fought to recover as I shook her hand. She was even more beautiful up close like this.

"I need a favor," she started coolly. "And I'll certainly make it worthwhile for you."

"Oh?" I responded with mild surprise. "And what might that be?" Sydney gave me the sexiest smile.

"I think you know exactly what I need. Did you like the show?" Her eyes never left mine as she continued.

"I need you to make that footage disappear if you can." She smiled had slipped a piece of paper into my hand. "But make another copy for me and bring it to my hotel after you get off."

"I'm not sure I can," I started but Sydney cut me off.

"A faulty camera will only record snow - the same as erasing." She smiled. "I know, I built it."

"I'll see what I can do," I said half-heartedly and Sydney picked up on my mood.

"Why do you think I did what I did? I know you get no action working nights. I knew you were sitting on that park bench the whole time." She smiled. "And I think you'd just love to slide your stiff cock up my tight little ass. So, do this and you can."

"How do you know so much about me?" I was pretty shocked.

"I know almost everything about all of my employees." Sydney gave a big grin as the door was closing. "I have to, it's my job."