The boss enjoys watching.
... I had just entered the office and turned on the computer when my boss called.
"Tatyana, you left earlier than usual yesterday."
"Yes, you see..."
"I understand everything. Come to my office. And please bring the documents."
"Okay," I said with a sigh, "Which ones exactly?"
"All the documents!" he shouted into the phone, "and nothing extra!"
"Yes, yes," I whispered in a quiet voice.
"Very good," he said cheerfully and hung up.
From the outside, it looks like an ordinary dialogue between a boss and a subordinate. That's for those who don't know. All the girls in our bureau have been through this.
First, he (our boss) calls and asks you to come to him with "documents" (meaning vibrators). Each girl has her own "documents"; I have as many as four. The first one is black (a Negro), the second is prickly (with bumps), the third is crazy (I call it that because it has such crazy rotations, such speed of the head spinning—it makes your eyes pop out), and the fourth is universal (Siamese twins) double—it can be inserted into both the pussy and the ass at the same time.
And the words "nothing extra" mean I have to go to the bathroom and take off my panties there—and go to his office already without panties.
Usually, we girls in our office—whoever has misbehaved—don't wear panties to work that day in advance. So, I came to work today without panties, and since I don't wear tights, I still had to put on stockings.
I haven't been called to the boss for a "performance review" in a long time, and when I was driving to work this morning—my pussy was pleasantly rubbing against the seams of my jeans. I liked it. I should practice this more often...
So, taking the whole set of documents, I went to the boss for the "performance review." The girls, seeing that I took all the "documents," opened their eyes in surprise—some out of envy, others out of sympathy.
Entering the boss's office, I closed the door and turned the lock. The boss was sitting at the desk in just a shirt, holding his cock with his hands. I put the box with the "documents" on the table in front of him and started taking off my jeans. Seeing that I was without panties and in black stockings—his hands started moving...
I came closer to him and sat on the table in front of him. Then I half-lay down, leaning on my elbows. I spread my legs and bent my knees...
Without stopping working his hands, he looked between my legs.... He removed one hand from his cock, opened the box with the "documents," and pushed it toward me.
"To be honest, Tatyana, I've been waiting for you to misbehave for a long time..." he said, jerking his cock and devouring my pussy with his eyes.
I silently looked at the old onanist and lowered my eyes. I was trembling all over now. I was like on a torture table. I was waiting—for what he would use on me today...
Then he stood up. He poured me a glass of wine and turned on soft music.
"Yes, a stimulant wouldn't hurt me right now," I thought.
As I drank wine from the glass and looked at his erect cock, I thought: "Our boss is still an interesting man. His cock is normal. And he's not ugly either. But he doesn't want to fuck women. Only onanism. He taught all of us girls in the bureau this, too. By the way, masturbation really helps when there's no man around. As one onanist philosopher said about himself:
'Finally—I have found a person who truly loves me, won't betray me, and won't deceive me.'"
Without finishing the wine, I poured the rest on my pussy and looked at the boss... He smiled.
"Original," he said and, indicating the "documents" with his eyes, said, "choose."
The wine hit my head. I chose the "Negro." Well, any white woman dreams of fucking a Negro. That contrast is exciting—white and black. First day and night, then coffee with milk.
Taking the "Negro," I started licking it. The boss sat in his chair and began watching the game with pleasure, jerking his hairy and gray cock.
"Please, don't close your eyes. I want to see them."
I licked the "Negro" and pushed it deeper into my mouth. Then I pulled it out of my mouth and ran its wet head over my moist lips. After playing with my mouth, I spread the lips of my pussy and started moving the "Negro" over my pussy—up and down, up and down...
Then I carefully inserted it into my pussy...
Turning onto my right side (with my back to the boss) and bending one leg toward me while straightening the other—I inserted the "Negro" deeper... twisted it there, in my pussy, and carefully pulled it out...
The boss handed me the "crazy" one. I inserted it and turned it on...
From the wine that hit my head, warmth ran through my body... the "crazy" one vibrated inside me at an incredible speed...
Pleasure took over my body... and I started to come...
I only felt the boss pull the "crazy" one out of me and carefully insert the twins—into my pussy and ass simultaneously.
"Work, girl, work," he commanded in an impatient tone.
With unhurried movements, I started jerking my pussy...
Gradually, strength began to leave me... my head spun pleasantly... I couldn't take it anymore...
"Come on, baby, come on," I heard the boss's hoarse voice.
And I came...
Dropping my head on the table, I closed my eyes.
The boss carefully pulled the vibrator out of me and gently wiped my wet, post-orgasm pussy with a clean towel...
And I thought that even though our boss is an old onanist, he sure knows how to handle women. He knows how, the bastard...
Coming to my senses, I climbed off the table. He was sitting on the chair and looking at me. What state his cock was in—I couldn't see, as the edges of his shirt covered it.
"You're the only one in our bureau who wears stockings."
"I know," I answered coquettishly.
I put on my jeans and, on half-bent legs, went to the bathroom to wash the "documents"...