I was a mess. A complete and utter mess. The kind of mess that makes you want to crawl under your desk and never come out. I had fucked up big time at work, and now I was sitting in my boss's office, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as I fidgeted in my seat.
"I don't know what to say, Fernando," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I fucked up. I really fucked up."
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving me. "You did, Elena. You really did. That tax report was crucial. Now we're looking like fools, and the company's reputation is at stake."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. I knew I had to do something, anything, to make this right. I had to save my job. And then it hit me. I was wearing a red minidress, no bra, and a skimpy white thong. Maybe, just maybe, I could use that to my advantage.
I stood up, my legs shaking slightly, and walked over to his desk. I closed the door behind me, the click echoing in the silent room. Fernando raised an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. I walked over to him, my hips swaying slightly, and perched on the edge of his desk.
"Fernando," I said, my voice low and husky. "I know I fucked up. But I need this job. I need you."
He looked at me, his eyes darkening with desire. He reached out, his hand sliding up my leg, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong. "You do, do you?" he murmured.
I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes. And I'm willing to do anything to keep it."
He stood up, his body pressing against mine, and I could feel his erection through his pants. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Anything?" he whispered.
I nodded again, my breath hitching. "Anything."
He pulled back, a smirk on his lips. "Then get on your knees, Elena. Show me how sorry you are."
I slid off the desk, my knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. I reached up, my hands fumbling with his belt, and pulled out his cock. It was hard and thick, and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of it. I leaned in, my tongue swirling around the tip, and Fernando groaned, his hands tangling in my hair.
"Fuck, Elena," he growled. "Your mouth feels so good."
I took him deeper, my head bobbing up and down, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, tears pricking at my eyes. But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I needed this. I needed him.
He pulled me up, his lips crashing against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. He spun me around, bending me over his desk, and I gasped as he entered me from behind. He was rough, his hands gripping my hips, his cock slamming into me with a force that made me cry out.
"Fernando," I moaned, my fingers clutching at the edge of the desk. "Fuck me. Please."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pounded into me, his cock filling me completely, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I came with a cry, my pussy clenching around him, and he followed soon after, his hot cum filling me up.
I left his office later that day, a smile on my lips and a raise in my pocket. I couldn't believe I had just done that. I couldn't believe I had just fucked my boss to keep my job. But I didn't regret it. Not one bit.
Later that night, as I recounted the story to my best friend, I could feel myself getting turned on all over again. I could feel my pussy getting wet, my nipples hardening, and I knew I needed more. I needed Fernando.
The company Christmas party was just around the corner, and I had the perfect plan. I would wear a coat, and underneath, I would wear a dress with a triangular opening, revealing my cleavage. I would sit next to Fernando, his wife none the wiser, and I would tease him, my hand rubbing against his cock under the table.
And when the night was over, and the lights were low, I would take him home with me. I would fuck him, and he would fuck me, and we would both forget about the mess I had made at work. We would forget about everything but each other.
Because that's what we did best. We fucked. We fucked and we forgot. And that was all that mattered.