Of course I noticed on my first day how sexy my new boss was but never in my life had I ever seen a woman with such a bad temper. One minute late and she would scowl. Not prepared for a meeting she would raise her voice or perhaps even dismiss you for the entire day! She was a door slammer, fist pounding yeller. A woman that was not beyond a rampage and yet every time she got hot under the collar I got hot in the crotch.
Her face would change from that soft creamy pink, to crimson red. Hair that was up in a tight bun at times would spring free and out of control, as she would pound her desk with her hand, or shake her fist at you. Her breasts would heave over the top of her bra, as the buttons on her blouse would wiggle out of their holes, slightly exposing her. She would hover over you very close in such a threatening way, yet, all that time I’d be fighting my erection down for fear she would see it and fire me.
One day her anger went over the top, and so did my arousal. I was having car trouble that whole week, and was forced finally to put the car in the shop and rely on public transportation. Not used to the bus schedules, I was unaware that my particular run had two busses because there were so many commuters on it. The first bus filled up quickly, and I was forced to hang back and wait for the second bus. Of course much to my dismay, it didn’t come right away, and I ended up waiting almost 20 minutes for it to arrive. The minute I walked into the office, I could feel the tension. It was like no one wanted to look directly at me, or say anything to me. I felt like a school child that was called to the office for my unacceptable truancy.
“Donald Morgan, I see you have finally decided to join our little team. Come into my office at once.” Ms. Martin addressed me as she stepped through her office’s open door just upon my arrival.
I dropped my things at my desk barely pausing, and proceeded directly to her office.
“Close the door Morgan, and where are your things?” She spoke as she came around to the front of her desk and perched one leg on it facing me now.
“My things?” I said with a little confusion. Did she mean my lunch bag, my coat, my brief case?
“I said, ‘AT ONCE’, Morgan. I didn’t say AFTER you stop at your desk and put your things down but, AT ONCE!” Her eye brows rising with the pitch of her voice. Even though she didn’t move from her perched position from the desk, I could see her body tense, and tighten … and felt my cock tense and my fruit of the looms tighten as well.
“I’m sorry, I just thought … “ I stammered not moving forward but frozen in my tracks.
“Perhaps I wanted to just send you home Morgan. Because I feel that perhaps you have MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO THERE! Is that POSSIBLE? Do you have MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO AT HOME?” She yelled, and started to come off her desk. I found myself without even thinking about it, taking a defensive step backwards. Unable to speak, I just held my mouth open in shock.
“SIT DOWN MORGAN!” She yelled and pointed down to the chair nearest her, in front of her desk.
I was so scared she would smell my arousal, or see my bulge, but it didn’t appear to me that I had any choice but to comply with her demand. I sat down and lowered my gaze to avoid her angry eyes. That was my first mistake. My eyes fell right onto those full breasts pushing over the top of her bra, that was now almost fully exposed for the tight buttons on her blouse had broken free of their binds. She was starting to breath heavy, and her chest was heaving. Then her arms started to go, as she moved them around swinging them as she yelled into my face.
“I HAD AN EARLY MORNING MEETING AND YOU KNEW THAT, OF ALL THE DAYS TO WANDER IN LATE, IT HAD TO BE TODAY? TODAY? YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THOSE FILES ARE FOR ME, AND YOU KNOW THAT IS YOUR JOB MR. TO SEE TO IT THAT I HAVE THEM READY WHEN I NEED THEM” Her yelling and flailing arms continued to expose her more and more. Her hair now almost all the way down from it’s knot on her head, her breasts glistening with a little sweat now too. She was unglued!
Suddenly she looked down at me, and just stopped. She stepped back a little, and stopped yelling. I coyly looked up at her, and noticed just the slightest of grins slide onto her face. Her eyes were not on my eyes, but … down between my legs.
Her hand grabbed the back of my chair and spun it around so I was directly facing her now, and she slapped my hands away that were trying to conceal my erection.
“OH NOW I GET IT! NOW I SEE WHAT KIND YOU ARE!” I wish I would have known about this sooner, Mr. Morgan, I would have approached this all very differently.
“I’m a, oh my, I’m so sorr …” I stuttered until she interrupted me.
“Stand up Morgan, stand up now” She commanded me “Lean on my desk and put your hands here.” She pointed to the edge of her desk. I complied, by assuming the position of being frisked.
Suddenly in a very fast movement, she pulled down my pants, all the way to my ankles, with my underwear included!
I started to move my hands out of reflex to grab at my pants, but she quickly yelled, “NO”, and slapped them back in position.
So there I was, with this huge boner, and my exposed naked ass, perched over this crazy but sexy as hell woman’s desk. She stood near me and whipped the belt from her skirt loops. I will never forget the sound it made when it struck the air, nor will I ever forget the sting I felt when it struck my bare ass!
“Men like you Morgan only respond to ONE THING!” She spoke tightly as she swung that belt high into the air over her head, and then brought it down again across my backside. Believe me, I thought of running out of there so fast, but something inside me just couldn’t make me move. My hard throbbing cock sure wanted to stay.
Despite the continuous sting of her belt, by stubborn cock managed a clear drop of precum to form on its head. God, I wanted to stroke it.
At one point I did hear someone knock on the door, and ask if everything was ok.
I’m not sure if she answered the voice or not, all I know is she kept on whipping me with that belt. I tilted my head up just a little to see her, and couldn’t believe what I saw. Her hair was down all the way now, and her blouse was completely open. One of her breasts had fallen out of the bra, and her face had a glow of red on her cheeks, that I’m sure matched the redness on my ass cheeks.
I was so excited by the way she looked, and what she was doing to me, that my right hand just barely came off the top of the desk and moved back towards my cock. I was hoping she would be so into what she was doing, and into her rage, that she wouldn’t notice.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING TO DO MR?” She yelled as she spun me around again to face her. I stood there, with a grimace on my face, and my right hand around the base of my throbbing cock. I had no words, only desires, animal desires that made no sense to me at all.
She pushed me closer to the trash can on the floor by the side of her desk. “PUT YOUR LAZY MAN SEED IN THE GARBAGE CAN WHERE IT BELONGS!” She yelled in my ear, and kept striking me. She had dropped the belt and now worked a wooden ruler across my ass. Slapping me hard, and yelling at me to, “SQUIRT IN THE GARBAGE!” I stroked, and stroked my cock, legs shaking, mouth dry, panting like a dog. I could feel the cum traveling up my shaft from my heavy balls, and with each smack of that ruler, getting closer to an explosive orgasm.
I thought I would surely shoot that load so hard into that trashcan it would knock it over. I kept pumping, and she kept smacking. I looked at her, and she looked at my cock. I kept thinking how I’d love to spray it all over her face, and tits.
Finally it was going to shoot, for some reason I kicked the garbage can over with my foot, and just as she, still in her rage, bent over to turn it up right, I squirted. I squirted the biggest load, the longest rope of cum I’d ever shot in my life, and I shot it all over her face and tits!
She turned and looked up at me, just at the perfect time to get a face full of my hot cum. It was like one of those fantasies you read about in Penthouse, or Playboy.
I didn’t care if I got fired, I didn’t care if she spanked me every day … in fact that part I was hoping for!
I couldn’t have dreamt up a better out cum … to my situation.
Well, I didn’t get fired. In fact, I got promoted. I was assigned her position, and the good thing about that is … she now works UNDER me.
