When Your Dick Takes Over

I spent an hour with her, explaining, showing, illustrating, trying to get her to understand the whys, the why nots, the how's, but it didn't register. I sat back and asked her where her concentration was. She answered that she couldn't concentrate sitting beside me. How so, I asked her. You wouldn't understand, she said. It was her look, her eyes, I'd seen it before, in college, in high school, the look a girl gets when her mind is on one thing. A hand up and down her thigh drew a skipped breath, a hand up under her breast drew a 'don't hurt me', a hand up between her legs drew a grab around my arm with two hands.

In my career to date I had never fucked a subordinate, never fucked a girl at work, she didn't resist having her pants and panties down her thighs, bent over the desk, looking over her shoulder I struck deep in one thrust. Time to mark, twenty seconds maybe. She lowered her head, kept her ass up high, her legs slightly spread, she got fucked.

I know I have a problem, I just dropped her off at her apartment. She accepted a no holes barred morning fuck, and stood for a kiss when I dropped her off. If she was a dump slut instead of the girl next door. If she was ugly instead of damn good looking. If she was dumb as a rock instead of smart. If I didn't have the hots for her, maybe none of this would have happened. But the reality is, what a fuck! She's got my balls in her hand, my career, my job.