Under the Boss's desk(5)

He was almost fully hard now. His hand slid over my head, grabbing a fist full of hair. I stroked his cock with one hand as I moved my mouth over the head and down the shaft, his length now too much for me to fully take in. I cupped and massaged his silky balls with my other hand.

He was talking again. I paused, holding him in my mouth, and listened.

“You’re sure? You’re sure this time?” he said, breathlessly. I knew right away what he was referring to. “No, no, nothing’s wrong. I’m just, taken aback. You were so sure… before.” I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and slid his dick as far into my mouth as I could, until it was pushing at the back of my throat. I made a slight slurping sound. “Oh, my God. Oh, my… no, it’s not you. I just. I’m just. I’m just not sure how to respond. Right now. Oh, God.”

I looked up at him. He looked down at me, my mouth deep on his cock, my hand cupping his balls. Spit dribbled off my chin. “I…” he said into the phone. “I… can I, can I call you back?” There was more chirping on the other end, sounding more animated. “You want me to answer you now? You want a yes or no answer right now?” he said.

I slid his dick out of my mouth. I was still crouched between his legs. Very slowly, I began to get up. As I did, I slipped my panties off. I let my face pass an inch from his, pausing as if to kiss him. I licked my lips and used my finger to wipe the spittle off my chin, sucking my fingertips. I continued up so my tits passed over his face, even bumping the phone. I sat on the edge of his desk with my skirt bunched around my waist. I propped a heel on the armrest of his chair, trapping him in.

“Right now? You want an answer right now?” he fumbled, staring at me, his breathing heavy. Yeees! I could hear her screech through the phone, followed by chipmunk-like gibberish.

I leaned forward and pulled his chair closer, putting my other heel on the other armrest. Then I slid my legs around the chair, so his face was right at my open crotch, so close he could feel the heat from my pussy.

I looked down. His pants were bunched under his hips. His erection was so big, the tip of his dick was nearly touching his belly button. His chest was heaving. I reached behind his head and pulled him closer, so his face was right at my pussy. I spread my legs wider and reached down to my saturated crotch, spreading my cunt wide open with my fingers.

Calvin was so excited he was shaking. He abruptly stood up, his pants falling to the floor as he did. His erection was enormous. He looked down at me, holding his dick with one hand, the phone with the other. I put my hands behind my knees and rolled back, pulling my legs up and out so I was folded in half on his desk, spread wide. I looked up at him from between my knees. Fuck me, I mouthed. Fuck me, Calvin Delphrey. Fuck me now.

“I have to…” he said into the phone in a shaky voice. “I have to say… no. No, Gabrielle, I don’t want to marry you.” There was silence coming through the other end. “I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Ever.” his voice was firmer now. “And I don’t want you to ever call me again. Ever. Never call me again! ” he said in a loud, authoritative voice. He slammed the phone down in its cradle.

I expected him to attack me. To devour me. To immediately fuck me blind. Instead, he took a step back and pulled his pants up.

“Stand up,” he demanded. “Get up!”

I scrambled off his desk. All of a sudden, everything I’d done since I started massaging his shoulders came back to me in a rush, like the collision of some other reality. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Was that me? Could I really have done all that? I stood next to his desk, adjusting my skirt as he buckled his pants.

“You think you’re pretty clever, don’t you?” he said in a slow, measured voice. “You thought that’s all it would take? Spread your legs and I’d be yours? Answer me!”

“No,” I said, humiliated. I hugged my front, trying to cover my breasts.

“Do you think I’m some gullible teenager?”

“No. Please.”

He came closer. “Please what?” He was face to face with me, except I was looking at the ground.

“Please,” I said. “Please, can we just forget…”

“Forget it? Forget what you just did?”

I wanted to dissolve into a puddle and disappear into the carpet.

“Ohh noo,” he said. “That won’t be happening. Turn around.”

I lifted my head and looked at him, confused.

“Turn. Around.”

I did, facing his desk. He yanked my skirt top to my waist and pushed me forward so my upper half was sprawled across his desk. I was so surprised I threw my arms out, sending the stack of file folders flying. He roughly adjusted my hips, then slapped my bare ass so hard the sound shocked me before the pain hit. Before I could get my head around what was happening, he smacked my ass again with his open palm. Even harder. Then a third time. The last one hurt the most, stinging so badly my eyes began to water.