The shock wore off, and she opened her mouth to speak. But Mr. Russell got to her first and placed a finger over her lips, shutting her up.
“Ssshh,” Mr. Russell said softly. The finger over Vicky’s lips went down her chin, where it travelled down her neck and over her breasts. Vicky’s breath hitched, and she took another deep breath. She found she could speak this time.
“Mr. Russell, this isn’t what you think it is,” she began. But Mr. Russell’s finger found its way over her lips again, and she had to quit speaking.
“I know, Vicky,” Mr. Russell said quietly. “I’ve always known you were a silent little slut. Isn’t that what you are, a slut?” He gave her nipple a hard pinch, and she gasped.
“Yes, Mr. Russell, I am a slut,” Vicky answered, moaning once more as Mr. Russell gave her another hard tweak on the nipple. He was hurting her, but she didn’t want to let him on that she was in pain. Besides, there was something about the nipple pinching that excited her. There was pain, yes, but there was also a kind of sexual excitement that came with each hard pinch.
Mr. Russell went around the office chair so that he was now facing Vicky. He had to duck under her legs as these were still planted on the table, beside each end of the computer. Now he was in front of Vicky and on his knees. She stared at her boss, so huge and towering yet so vulnerable as he knelt between her legs-and her pussy, which still had her hands trapped in them.
He gently removed her hands from beneath her panties, and Vicky let him. He grabbed her wrists gently and brought her hands close to his nose. He sniffed at the fluid-encrusted digits. He inhaled deeply. Then, to Vicky’s surprise, he took her hands in his mouth and began to suck on them.
She was stunned at this sudden display of sexual affection. She had expected Mr. Russell to give her a lecture she would never forget and then fire her after he had given her his piece. She had never expected him to take her come-covered hands into his mouth and suck on them like his life depended on it. She had never had her hands and fingers sucked on. The sensation was foreign to Vicky, but it brought her arousal back to life. She welcomed it. She let her arousal take over, and when she couldn’t take the sensations that were running up and down her spine any longer, she gave in and let the cries and moans escape her lips.
“Don’t stop, Mr. Russell,” she moaned out loud. “Please, please don’t stop.”
“I see you’ve been snooping around, Vicky,” Mr. Russell murmured as he licked the juice off her index finger.
“No, it was an accident,” Vicky whimpered.
“It doesn’t matter,” Mr. Russell said. He abruptly stopped licking her finger and quickly let go of her wrists, dropping them into her lap. Now he stared straight at Vicky, her clear blue eyes piercing Vicky’s dark ones. He licked his lips as he looked at her, making her feel slightly uncomfortable for a while but not for long. He placed his hands on top of her legs and pushed them farther apart. Vicky’s legs only had so much room to move, but she let him move them nevertheless. Her arousal was back in full force now. She was so consumed by lust for this man, for her employer. Her long-hidden feelings of desire for Mr. Russell all woke up at once, consuming her flesh and eating away at her every thought. She had to have this man. She no longer cared of the consequences, whatever they were, but she had to have this man.
Mr. Russell echoed the thoughts that had been running around Vicky’s head. He looked down at her panties, so drenched with her juices. He bent down and kissed the large dark spot on the crotch of her panties. She shivered in delight. He bit on the waistband of her panties and brought them down her hips gently, removing them out of the way so that her bare pussy was completely clear for him to do whatever he wanted to do to it.
Vicky moaned. Her desire, her lust was spiraling out of control now. Her hips bucked, and she raised them, bringing them closer to his face. He moved away slightly, teasing her then his face grew serious once again. His hands found her hips, and he pushed them back down into the office chair. She writhed, shaking from side to side, wanting to break free from his hold so she could bring herself closer to him once again.
“Stay put!” Mr. Russell barked harshly. Vicky had no choice but to obey his brisk command. Whimpering, she sat where she was, no longer attempting to do anything.
“Mr. Russell, please,” she whispered. “I… I can’t take it anymore. I want you inside me now.”
Mr. Russell answered by lowering his head flicking his tongue at the wet mound of Vicky’s most private organ. His tongue burned Vicky. She gave several soft moans, and against her will, her hips moved again. She looked down at her boss just in time to see him spread her lips apart and plunge his tongue inside her slippery crack. The sight and the sensation set off her libido even more, and she had to bite her lip so as not to cry out loud. Heavens knew how much she wanted to scream out loud and kick at everything in sight, anything to get the growing burning desire off her. She did cry out loud when his tongue probed deep into her. However, he withdrew his tongue from inside her. He looked up at her again, running his tongue over his lips.