Somehow, your drive to work goes smoothly, despite being distracted the entire time. You can't get your mind off Gina. You think of the amazing way she woke you up this morning and her promise to "take it slow later tonight." The scene keeps playing over and over in your mind, and every time it does you go massively hard. Making it through a boring day of work is going to be even more slow and agonizing than usual when you've got that to look forward to afterwards.
You've barely punched in when you're greeted by your boss Misato. She's exactly five-and-a-half feet tall, and, from the looks of her, most of that is legs. Her hair's long and dark, dyed metallic purple if you look at it closely. She's got crimson blush on her soft, round cheeks. She's got almond eyes, a gracefully sloping nose, and wide, pouty lips covered in a subtle red lipstick.
She's wearing a tiny black mini dress, all the better for showing off those smooth legs of hers, with a smart red blazer over it.
She's almost thirty, but sometimes she acts so immature you'd believe she was your age or younger. Hard to believe you're her subordinate.
"Hi, James!" she says cheerily. The friendly smile on those red lips of hers lets you know she wants something from you right away.
"Hi, Miss Katsuragi," you reply.
"I keep telling you, you can just call me Misato," she says. "I'm so far behind on my work, I'm going to be stuck here all night. Unless I can get someone to help me, that is. Would you like some overtime on this next paycheck?"
"I kinda already made plans tonight," you say, thinking about Gina again.
Misato's lips get even poutier.
"You'd really be helping me out," she pleads.
You agree to stay late, partially because you want to make a good impression at your job and partially because you hate to disappoint Misato when she's looking at you this way.
"It's settled, then!" Misato says with a big smile. "Instead of knocking off at five, just come around to my office."
You reluctantly call Gina and tell her you'll be working late and you're not sure when you'll get to see her.
When most of the office starts to leave, you make your way to your supervisor's office. You still haven't been able to stop fantasizing about Gina butt-naked, and when you walk in to see Misato you're trying to hide an erection that's so hard it physically aches.
You take a seat in the plush chair in front of her desk and admire the decor. There are plenty of nods to her Japanese heritage, and quite a few knickknacks related to warm-water penguins. She really seems to have a thing for penguins.
"You look thirsty," she says with a friendly smile. She's right about that. "Would you like something to drink?"
You nod and she walks over to the mini-fridge in the corner of the office. She opens it and bends all the way down to the bottom shelf to grab two cans. When she bends over, you can't help seeing all the way up her tiny dress. She's wearing a tight, bright red thong, and her ass cheeks are like two perfect round bubbles.
You didn't think it was possible for your big "problem" to get any harder, but you were wrong. You cross your legs tightly to try to hide your throbbing excitement.
Misato gives you a can of cola then opens her can of beer and downs most of it in one thirsty gulp.
"How do you like working here?" she asks you.
"I like it a lot. Everyone here's pretty nice. Especially you."
She leans over her desk and looks directly down at your tightly crossed legs.
"I think I see what's going on here," she says. "I can take care of that for you so it's easier for you to concentrate if you'd like."
You stammer and stutter as if you don't understand what's she saying. Do you understand what she's saying? Her tone of voice seemed to make her intent clear, but you weren't sure it could possibly be what you thought it was.
"We like each other, don't we?" Misato says, walking around her desk to you. "And don't think I don't know you've been staring at my ass so hard you can probably see the future in it. So tell me, what's going to happen next?"
And she suddenly pushes your chair over. You're stunned, but the plush chair breaks your fall. Next thing you know, Misato's standing right over your head, adjusting her skirt so you're staring directly up at her ass.
"Miss Katsuragi . . ."
"I keep telling you, just call me Misato."
She drops her underwear. She steps out of the thong with one leg, then balances it on the tip of her other foot and kicks it to the side.
"You know, most people would kill for a job with any kind of perks," she says. "Let alone benefits like this."
Then she drops down and rests her ass on your face.
You can't believe just how amazing her perfect posterior is.
You breathe in her natural scent and the smell of her sweat and the floral fragrance of her expensive lotions and perfumes. You can taste the rich creaminess of the lotion mixing with the salt of the sweat as you start going to work on her ass with your mouth.
"Isn't this nice?" she says. "What if I threw away my office chair and just used you instead? I think you'd like that, being my own personal office supply. Well, would you?"
She says it like she expects a response, so you try to answer. Your voice is muffled by her butt, but she moans in response to the way your lips and tongue move when you try to talk.
"They say you have to kiss a lot of ass to get ahead in business. Well, in your case it's literal. But I've got a feeling you like that."
It's true. You can't imagine any ass you'd rather be kissing. You've almost even forgotten about Gina.
You try to answer Misato again. Again, your voice is muffled but again she seems to like the way it feels when you answer directly into her asscrack.
It's clear that she takes good care of her ass as part of both her exercise and beauty routines. It's so fit and shapely and soft and smooth. You can picture her in the executive fitness center, doing deep squats and working her glutes. And you can picture her at home, rubbing lotion over every inch of her butt. You start imagining yourself doing the honors for her, filling your palm with expensive oils and lotions and then vigorously rubbing them all over her bottom.
You're buried so deep in her buttocks that you're starting to think you might suffocate. If you had to pick a way to go, that would be it. But just when you think you can't survive any more of this, she slides off of you, sweat providing enough lubricant for her to gracefully slip away.
"You really like the way my ass feels on your face, don't you?" she says. You're too busy trying to recover your breath to reply. "Well, I think you'll like the way it feels on a different part of you even more."
She pulls your pants off over your shoes and tosses them on her desk. She squats down and hovers her tight booty over your throbbing erection, tantalizingly close to touching you.
"You could be so good at this job, but the last man in your position couldn't handle it," Misato says. "And I mean 'position' in every sense of the word. He and I had a one-on-one meeting like this, and afterwards he was too exhausted to do his job adequately. Whenever you're around me, I need you to stay at 100%. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Misato."
"Now you can call me Miss Katsuragi."
Her sweet cheeks sway from side to side, just out of reach. You stare as if you're being hypnotized by them.
"Don't get too comfortable. I'm about to work you hard. I need to see how well you can perform."
With that, she finally lowers herself on to your quivering pillar. At first, she just rubs one of her shapely cheeks against your erection. Then she rubs her entire ass back and forth across your crotch.
Best boss you've ever had. You really enjoy being under her.
She's standing back up and leaning over her desk.
"Stick it in me!" she orders.
"Yes, Miss Katsuragi," you say.
As quickly as you can, you get back to your feet. You grab your own throbbing shaft and guide it into her crevice. Those thick, juicy cheeks squeeze you between them. You put your arms around your boss' waist and proceed to pound her into her desk.
"Don't get too used to this," she says. "It can't happen all the time. Maybe just as a reward for when you do a really, really good job."
She lets out little rhythmic moans as she grinds against you, giving you a pace to thrust to.
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