My nude for the presentation 4

“Go on, little kitten, whimper for more. Confess that you've always admired and longed for me.” 

I should have denied it but I was no longer in my right senses and I cried out, my voice trembling. “Yessss Boss, I have always wanted this.”

His cap nudged at the entrance of my vagina again. “Now beg for it, beg like you mean it. Like you need it.”

“I want you to fuck me, fast and hard until all my misery is fucked away. pleaseeee.” I moaned helplessly as shudders wracked my body and my pussy gripped his dick, pulling it in and that seemed to do the trick.

“Fuck! You're going to get it now girl.”

He shoved my legs wilder and plunged in with full force breaking through my wet entrance and stretching my inner muscles as he kept pushing his way inside me until his long cock stopped halfway.

“Fuck, you're as tight as a virgin.” He said, I didn't know if it's a compliment or a turnoff. 

Well he wasn't wrong, I was almost a virgin, a sexually starved semi-virgin.

He retracted his hips, pulling out and my heart sank. Was he trying to stop? Oh no.

“Please…. Mr Boris. Don't stop.” I arched and wrapped my legs around his hips.

Then he thrusted into me fully, deeper, stretching me wide enough to accommodate his full length.

I could feel his rod pressing my womb.

“Shit, sir, yes fuck me harder!” I gasped without thinking 

He paused slightly.

“Sir?” he repeated, his tone shifting, edged with something sharper. “That’s not what you call someone who’s making you feel like this.”

My breath caught, my body still reacting, still caught in his control.

“Then… what do I call you?” I asked, my voice softer now, uncertain.

He leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice dropping into something slower—deliberate.

“Use something that fits,” he said, his grip tightening slightly as he thrust deeper again, making my thoughts scatter. “Something that shows you understand exactly what I’m doing to you.”

“Nnhh… oh God…” I let out helplessly.

A quiet chuckle escaped him.

“No, kitten… not God.”

Heat rushed to my face, my breath uneven.

“Then what do you want to hear?” I whispered.

“Something better than what you call him,” he replied, his tone edged now, his hands firm on my hips, grounding inside me.

“Him?” I asked, dazed.

He exhaled sharply. “Your fucking little boyfriend,” he said, impatience slipping through.

That caught me off guard.

For a split second, I almost laughed, I can't believe my boss is this jealous.

The thought alone sent a strange thrill through me.

I remembered what I used to call Justin… and suddenly, I understood what he meant.

“Big daddy.” I whispered 

“Good. Now say it like you mean it,” he said. “Not like you’re thinking… like you feel just how big I am inside your pussy.”

“You are my big, sugar, honey daddy…” I breathed, my voice trembling. “The best dick I've ever had.”

A low approval and satisfied sound escaped him.

“That’s more like it.”

He rammed in and out of me 

The whole boardroom smelt and sounded like sin. 

As the sound of flesh slapping and slipping into each other.

Muffled sounds of moaning mixed with Boris’ deep groaning. 

He pulled out and flipped me to my back and shoved his hard cock and started pounding my ass. 

I lost count of time, my pussy was hurting and I started wondering if Mr Boris was really in his late fourthies or did I mistake him for someone else. 

Because how can an older busy man like Boris have this much stamina and my stupid, lazy Justin cannot even fuck me for good three minutes. 

His thrust came sharper and deeper pulling me out of my thoughts as I cried out in pain mixed with pleasure.

And within more thrusts, we both came together, our juices mixing together and dripping out of my sore cunt. 

He planted a kiss on my forehead. 

“Hope you can concentrate better now. The presentation for the sterling project is in two days. You have no excuse to fail again. Ok?” He spoke calmly and softer unlike his usual authoritative bossy voice. 

I nodded my head. Even though he couldn't see me.

But something in me melted. So he did this for me. Something I would beg Justin for weeks before he would touch me.

Fuck! Fuck Justin! Fuck him and his three minutes unpassionate minutes sex! 

So this is what I've been missing. This is how an orgasm feels- All my misery has been sexed away..

I felt tired and also energised at the same time.

The light came on as I dressed up. Boris stood at the door. 

“Tidy up little kitten, it's too late I will drop you off.” 

I picked up my damp panties and the files. Some were already soaked and walked to my office.

I quickly packed up my stuffs and was about going to clean up in the office restroom.

When Boris' calls came. Quick. meet me now at the car park, the sliver SUV and don't keep me waiting..

I decided to go home and have a good bath instead.

I sneaked, hiding and trying not to be seen by Rufus or any other security man.

I got to the car park and sighted his sleek SUV and I tapped on it and slipped into the backseat and lay on the seat, avoiding being seen.

Why are you sneaking, hiding. And what are you doing at the backseat. You think I'm now your driver just because I rode you earlier.

No….no sir. Let's leave the office premises first. Then I'll come to the front. I don't want anyone gossiping about us.

Don't be silly dearie. The glasses are tinted, no one would see you. 

No sir…I don't trust the tints. I blurted and Mr Boris only laughed and started the engine.

Just as he approached the gate. He slowed down. 

“Good evening sir, how was your meditation sir? Rufus asked playing.

“Fine… 

“Sir, your driver and the security are waiting for you… 

Don't worry. Tell them to go home, I will drive myself.

It's too dangero… Rufus words were cut off.

As Mr Boris didn't wait for him to finish before driving off the compound.

He slowed down at a far distance and ordered me to sit properly.

Immediately I settled in the front seat…We saw two cars following us approaching.

“Fuck… this kids never hear.” he muttered 

“What? What kids?”

He didn't reply. Instead he zoomed off.

“Your place or mine?” I was taken back by his question.

“My place sir.” I whispered.

“And where exactly is your place?” He asked again.

“Oh. Sorry sir.. I mean daddy. It's Floral Avenue, the street beside the Interflora Mall.

Just as he drove into my street . He slowed down and called someone.

“Hello Bernard. You guys should wait for me at the junction.”

“What? So someone has been following us.” I sounded stupid because why not?

Why won't security follow the almighty Mr Boris around.

“Stop here, sir,” I said quickly. “Thank you… for the ride.”

His hand caught mine gently before I could open the door.

“Which of the rides are you grateful for?” he whispered, his eyes stared into mine full of lust.

“Please… I need to go,” I said. “I don’t want anyone seeing us.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” he asked, his tone tightening slightly. “Why are you afraid of being seen with me?”

I hesitated.

“I worked hard for this promotion,” I said softly. “I don’t want people thinking I didn’t earn it.”

He studied me for a moment.

Then he nodded.

“That makes sense.”

He let go.

I didn’t wait.

I slipped out of the car and hurried toward my apartment, my heart still racing.

I just needed to get inside.

To bathe and rest my aching body.

But the moment I stepped into my bedroom—

I froze.

Justin.

Naked.

On the bed.

Stroking his hard cock and groaning loudly. 

His attention was completely fixed on his phone.

For a split second, I thought he was watching the nude video sent to him. 

But then I heard it.

A woman’s voice.

Soft. Intimate. Familiar in a way that made my stomach twist.

My heart dropped.