Sex with my young Boss

I couldn't believe it was happening. My young boss, Alex, barely 25 and already running the department like a king, had me cornered in his office after hours. The door locked with a click that sent shivers down my spine. I was ovulating, my body humming with an intense need that made everything feel heightened. He knew it too; I'd let slip about my cycle during a team lunch, and now his eyes gleamed with a focused intensity.

"You've been teasing me all week, Sarah," he said softly, stepping closer, his hand gently taking my wrist and pulling me against his chest. I could feel the warmth of him through his clothes, a subtle pressure that made my heart race. "That tight skirt, those blouses—you know what you're doing. You want this, don't you?"

I let out a soft whimper, my body responding to his nearness, warmth spreading through me. God, I did. I was 35, married, but nothing compared to this electric pull. "Please, Alex," I whispered, my voice shaky, leaning into him. "I need this so much."

He smiled faintly, guiding me back against his desk, a few papers shifting aside. His hands carefully unbuttoned my blouse, revealing the lace of my bra. He eased it down, my curves spilling free, sensitive and yearning for his touch. "You're incredible," he murmured, his fingers brushing one gently, sending a spark through me that made me gasp.

"Yes... oh, yes," I breathed, arching toward him, my hands reaching for his belt with trembling fingers. "Touch me more. I need your hands on me. It's making me feel so alive, Alex. This time of the month has me on edge—I want to feel close to you. Please, don't make me wait."

He leaned in, his mouth warm against my skin, kissing and nipping lightly. I sighed, my legs pressing together as a wave of sensation washed over me. His other hand slid up my skirt, fingers tracing along my thigh before gently exploring, finding me ready and warm. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his touch deliberate and teasing. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, Alex," I murmured, my hips shifting toward his hand, seeking more. "I need you inside me. Hold me close, make me feel everything. I'm yours right now—take me, just like this." My voice wavered with longing, my body trembling slightly.

He withdrew his fingers, tracing them lightly over my lips. I tasted the hint of myself, a soft moan escaping. Then he turned me around, bending me gently over the desk, my skirt lifted just enough. He gave my hip a light pat, the sensation making me arch back instinctively. "Open up for me. Let me see you."

I did, slipping off my heels and parting my legs, feeling exposed and eager. "Like this? Please, touch me more. Then come to me, Alex—I can't hold back anymore. My body is aching for you. I need this connection so badly!"

His zipper sounded, and I felt the warmth of him pressing against me. He teased for a moment, sliding along my skin. "You're mine in this moment," he said, his hands steady on my hips. "No more holding back."

"Yes! Yours," I replied, shifting to meet him, though he held me steady. "Please, come closer. I want to feel you completely. Take me, Alex—make this moment ours!"

With a grunt, he slammed forward, burying his dick to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I screamed, the stretch burning so good, walls fluttering around him. He didn't wait—pounding relentlessly, balls slapping my clit, desk creaking under us. "Take it, slut," he panted, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back. "This is what you get for flirting. Now cum on your boss's cock like a good girl."

"Harder! Oh fuck, yes!" I wailed, pushing back, meeting every thrust. My tits bounced wildly, nipples scraping the wood. The pressure built fast—ovulation had me so sensitive, so ready. "Don't stop! I'm gonna cum—please, let me! Pound my slutty hole until I squirt all over you! I need your cum too—shoot it inside, make me yours! Begging you, boss!"

He reached around, rubbing my clit roughly, and that sent me over. I shattered, pussy convulsing, gushing around his pistoning cock. "That's it, milk me," he groaned, slamming deeper. A few more thrusts and he buried himself, flooding my womb with thick ropes of cum. "Take every drop, you filthy bitch."

I collapsed, panting, his seed leaking out as he pulled away. But I wasn't done—turning, dropping to my knees, I looked up with pleading eyes. "More, Alex? Please? Let me clean your cock. I want to taste us. Use my mouth next—fuck my throat until you cum again. I'm such a greedy slut for you."

He smirked, grabbing my chin. "Oh, we're just getting started."

His grip tightened on my chin, thumb brushing over my cum-smeared lips as I knelt there, thighs slick with our mixed fluids, pussy still twitching from the aftershocks. The office air hung heavy with the scent of sex—sweat, my arousal, his release. I stared up at him, eyes wide and desperate, tongue darting out to lick at the salty remnants on my mouth.

"That's right, you insatiable bitch," Alex murmured, his voice rough like gravel. He stroked his cock lazily, still semi-hard and glistening with my juices and his own spend. It twitched under his touch, veins pulsing back to life. "You think one load's enough? Nah. Get that tongue working—clean every inch. Show me how much you crave being my personal cum dumpster."