Straight Female / 24
Sorry Jillian
From the moment I stepped into my new assignment, I felt something powerful. It wasn't the environment or the conversations across cubicles; it was him. Derek. My new boss.
I was just trying to find my footing in the intimidating world of accounting. My degree had armed me with the skills, but nothing had prepared me for Derek. He was older, married, and had this air about him—stoic, composed, and he rarely smiled, but when he did, it was like a crack in a stone wall.
At first, I told myself it was just admiration. His calm presence commanded respect, and he managed every crisis like pro. Every time he addressed me, my heart raced in my chest like I was doing something wrong—but it made me blush. Weeks passed, and I tried to shake it off, tried to focus on my work. But I couldn't deny what was building between us. The way he'd occasionally call me into his office for a “quick chat” about projects, though the conversations would stray from business.
We talked about work, but soon it became more than that. We discussed books, music, our backgrounds—things that felt too intimate for a boss and his employee including if I was dating, and even hints about our sex lives, and how often I "got it". He shared pieces of himself that I don’t think anyone else at the office ever saw. There was a quiet sadness, when he spoke about his wife Jillian and how she didn't understand how hard he worked to provide for his family and that the long hours it took.
I knew I was treading dangerous waters. Derek was married. I had seen the family photo on his desk—his Jillian, stunning in every way, and their two young kids. But every time I looked at that picture, a knot twisted inside me. Guilt, sharp and suffocating. What was I doing?
And yet, I couldn't stop.
One evening everything changed. I had stayed late, finishing up some reports, and when I stood to leave, I saw him standing at his office door, watching me finish his filing. The office was quiet, and we both knew damn well we were the last two there.
“Kammy,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I knew what he wanted by the way he was looking at me. I started to shake.
I looked at him, my breath catching in my chest. It was desire, but mixed with the same guilt I had been carrying for weeks. I kept seeing the picture of Jillian and kids in my head. I felt so horrible for what I wanted but why was my panties so wet!?
He just stood there, staring, while my heart pounded. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gathered my things and left without looking back. But instead, I found myself wanting nothing more than to take that final step. To cross the line I knew I was dangerously close to.
And that’s when I realized there was no turning back. He closed the door. I was so flush I thought I'd have a heart attack, I was riddled with guilt yet so on fire. I was so confused because the guilt made me feel good!
"Jillian doesn't understand how hard I work to provide for her and the kids. That I desreve some me time too. Kammy, you understand don't you?"
I found myself nodding yes and feeling so ashamed at the same time. "I can't... I mean I wii...I mean I want to... I wasn't raised like ..." I fumbled my words. But he drew close to me. I could feel his body almost touching me but not on purpose. He put is finger to my mouth to quiet me and said, "Shhhhh... Kammy, you work almost as much as I do. You deserve you time too. Good girls who work hard always get noticed. You like being noticed by me don't you? Its ok, I can tell."
I was complete lost in lust. He was touching my lips. His hand was no my face! He was so close I could feel his breath! He was so clam, so controlled, so fucking hot! I was raised better than this but I didn't fucking care at that moment about his wife and kids. It honestly made my pussy quiver that he was so bold and in control that he knew he could fuck his employee and he'd get away with it. He was just so damn dominate and confident that I found myself taking his finger from my lips, like hoe, sucking it like a dick to show him I was submitting. His eyes lit up because he knew he had me and he pushed on my shoulders to signal me to get on my knees as he unzipped. He didn't need to say a word because I knew this was my oppertunity to impress him.
I chocked on his manly cock good for him. He fucked my throat like I was a whore he was entilted to. I took it all.
My make up was a mess as he bent me over his desk, flipped my skirt up, tore my panties clear off of me.
"This is why I hired you. Your degree just helps me hide it." he bragged putting his cock head at my pussy slit. I was shaking I was so turned that he had the balls to talk to me like that and not even fear me reporting him.
I looked up and saw the picture of Jillian and the kids on his desk. I thought to myself, "Sorry Jillian, he works hard, he deserves to do this. I am his now." And I felt him enter me and I fucked him back with all I had.
I was just trying to find my footing in the intimidating world of accounting. My degree had armed me with the skills, but nothing had prepared me for Derek. He was older, married, and had this air about him—stoic, composed, and he rarely smiled, but when he did, it was like a crack in a stone wall.
At first, I told myself it was just admiration. His calm presence commanded respect, and he managed every crisis like pro. Every time he addressed me, my heart raced in my chest like I was doing something wrong—but it made me blush. Weeks passed, and I tried to shake it off, tried to focus on my work. But I couldn't deny what was building between us. The way he'd occasionally call me into his office for a “quick chat” about projects, though the conversations would stray from business.
We talked about work, but soon it became more than that. We discussed books, music, our backgrounds—things that felt too intimate for a boss and his employee including if I was dating, and even hints about our sex lives, and how often I "got it". He shared pieces of himself that I don’t think anyone else at the office ever saw. There was a quiet sadness, when he spoke about his wife Jillian and how she didn't understand how hard he worked to provide for his family and that the long hours it took.
I knew I was treading dangerous waters. Derek was married. I had seen the family photo on his desk—his Jillian, stunning in every way, and their two young kids. But every time I looked at that picture, a knot twisted inside me. Guilt, sharp and suffocating. What was I doing?
And yet, I couldn't stop.
One evening everything changed. I had stayed late, finishing up some reports, and when I stood to leave, I saw him standing at his office door, watching me finish his filing. The office was quiet, and we both knew damn well we were the last two there.
“Kammy,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I knew what he wanted by the way he was looking at me. I started to shake.
I looked at him, my breath catching in my chest. It was desire, but mixed with the same guilt I had been carrying for weeks. I kept seeing the picture of Jillian and kids in my head. I felt so horrible for what I wanted but why was my panties so wet!?
He just stood there, staring, while my heart pounded. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gathered my things and left without looking back. But instead, I found myself wanting nothing more than to take that final step. To cross the line I knew I was dangerously close to.
And that’s when I realized there was no turning back. He closed the door. I was so flush I thought I'd have a heart attack, I was riddled with guilt yet so on fire. I was so confused because the guilt made me feel good!
"Jillian doesn't understand how hard I work to provide for her and the kids. That I desreve some me time too. Kammy, you understand don't you?"
I found myself nodding yes and feeling so ashamed at the same time. "I can't... I mean I wii...I mean I want to... I wasn't raised like ..." I fumbled my words. But he drew close to me. I could feel his body almost touching me but not on purpose. He put is finger to my mouth to quiet me and said, "Shhhhh... Kammy, you work almost as much as I do. You deserve you time too. Good girls who work hard always get noticed. You like being noticed by me don't you? Its ok, I can tell."
I was complete lost in lust. He was touching my lips. His hand was no my face! He was so close I could feel his breath! He was so clam, so controlled, so fucking hot! I was raised better than this but I didn't fucking care at that moment about his wife and kids. It honestly made my pussy quiver that he was so bold and in control that he knew he could fuck his employee and he'd get away with it. He was just so damn dominate and confident that I found myself taking his finger from my lips, like hoe, sucking it like a dick to show him I was submitting. His eyes lit up because he knew he had me and he pushed on my shoulders to signal me to get on my knees as he unzipped. He didn't need to say a word because I knew this was my oppertunity to impress him.
I chocked on his manly cock good for him. He fucked my throat like I was a whore he was entilted to. I took it all.
My make up was a mess as he bent me over his desk, flipped my skirt up, tore my panties clear off of me.
"This is why I hired you. Your degree just helps me hide it." he bragged putting his cock head at my pussy slit. I was shaking I was so turned that he had the balls to talk to me like that and not even fear me reporting him.
I looked up and saw the picture of Jillian and the kids on his desk. I thought to myself, "Sorry Jillian, he works hard, he deserves to do this. I am his now." And I felt him enter me and I fucked him back with all I had.
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