JENNIE
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Three months later
I'm already in the office when Lisa strides in, exuding nothing but confidence and power. My body tenses and I stir slightly, eager for what's to come.
Her suit is perfectly fitted to her, custom and expensive, but it's the woman underneath that gives them their appeal. The fire in her eyes says that physical strength is only a small part of her command.
She closes the door behind her and her eyes rake over me. My heart races as I reach for the pen and then drop it; I go still as her eyes meet mine.
"Jennie." Her voice is its own command.
"I—" I stand up, intending to say more, but she crosses the room and pushes me back against the desk.
Lisa kisses me hard, letting all her raw power filter through the kiss. She nips at my bottom lip, drags her teeth over my jaw, and bites at my shoulder. She pushes up under my skirt and she brushes her knuckles over my panties.
So much of this moment reminds me of how we started. My heart races as her dark eyes pierce mine with an intensity that shows me she feels the same. Only now, I am hers completely and she is mine.
"Over here." Lisa walks us over to the chair behind her desk and sits down. I'm more than willing to follow her lead and straddle her. I'm just as in need as she is. She's undone her belt and zipper with a rough hand, then she shoves my panties aside. "Be a good little whore for me."
With her hand gripping my hip and guiding me, I slide down onto her. My lips form a small "o" as she stretches and then fills me.
The sweet tinge of pain mixed with pleasure is everything I need and the heat engulfs my body. She lets me take my time at first, kissing along my neck.
"Harder," she pulls back and orders. Our gazes meet as she aids me in riding her harder and faster. My breasts bounce harder than before. She pulls at my blouse and a button pops. With a firm tug, she pulls a cup down to release my breast. Her lips are on my nipple instantly. She sucks and nips, adding to my pleasure.
I lift up and stroke down on her, my hands braced on her shoulders and my nails digging into the fine fabric as the waves of pleasure crash down on me unexpectedly.
"Lisa," I cry out her name as I come undone.
"Fuck yes," she growls in the crook of my neck as she pounds into me harder, leaning me back against the desk as she stands up straighter, riding through my orgasm recklessly. She takes over and I can barely control my strangled cries of pleasure.
Our warm breath mingles as our heavy breathing only adds to the intensity and she kisses me. I know she's close, and I can feel another impending orgasm as well.
As our hearts pound against one another, someone knocks at the door. Lisa curses under her breath. It's not locked. They could just walk in and see us like this.
I wait for her command, very much still filled with her cock, "under the desk." Without hesitation, I slide off Lisa's lap and onto my knees. Every inch of my skin is still sensitized and I've barely caught my breath.
Lisa slides her chair in, her feet planted wide. I put my hands on her knees and look up at her. She doesn't look down at me as she calls, "Come in."
The door opens, and I wait a moment.
"Ms. Manoban." It's one of the managers from the front of the house. I recognize his voice. A light tapping sound says he's got a notepad in one hand, and he's using the base of his pen to worry at it while he stands there.
Lisa's dick is still hard, and she's still in need. She readjusts herself in her seat, and her hand rests on her thigh before her two fingers motions for me to come closer. I can still feel her inside of me, and the pleasure she's just given me urges me forward.
I take her cock in my hand and give it a gentle stroke, then a harder one. Her breath hitches and I'm tempted to lean forward and lick. I let the tip of my tongue glide up her slit and her hand wraps around the back of my neck as the conversation continues.
"We're cutting it too close on the top-shelf spirits. What do you think about a 25 percent increase?"
"Hmm." There's no sign in Lisa's voice that I have my fist wrapped around her cock. I give her another harder stroke, then inch myself up so I can better serve her orally. With her fingers firmly gripping my neck, she holds me still and I wait with baited breath. "When you say cutting it close, what do you mean, exactly?"
"I mean that twice last week we've had to run out mid-shift for more. It hasn't caused any problems, but if it happens on a busy night, we'll be down a server or a bartender."
"Is 25 percent more on the order enough to stop that from happening?"
"I think so. But it's also about timing. Shipments tend to come in a day after we've already had to go out for replacements."
The moment her grip loosens, I lean forward and close my lips around the head of Lisa's dick, and the only sign she gives is that her thighs tense. Her muscles tighten under my palms. I suck ever so gently and I've never felt so dirty and so powerful as she lets go of my neck and spears her fingers through my hair, letting me suck her off.
Her voice tenses just slightly as she asks, "Any way to rework the shipments?"
"Delivery driver says no. I checked with him before I came down here. It would mean an extra fee if he had to make two trips to this area."
"Which costs less?" she asks quickly and beneath me, the heels of her shoes dig into the carpet. I hollow my cheeks and take more of her cock into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
"Between the fee and the increased orders?"
"Yeah."
The manager consults his list, and it's silent for a minute. Lisa's feet rise so her heels are two inches above the floor. I stop taking her deeper and concentrate on licking her, keeping my lips tight around her shaft. One of her heels taps three times in quick succession. Her thigh trembles, just a little, and the silence seems to drag on and on and on.
"The fee is less, by a little. So…"
"So go with an increase in the order."
The manager laughs. "I thought you'd say just the opposite." I pause, so I can readjust and get more comfortable.
"We can sell everything we order for the bar. We can't make any money off the fee." As she talks, I wrap my hand around the base of her cock and work her with both my hand and mouth. "So if the price is only a little different, it's obvious to me that the order should just increase to match our need."
Lisa's voice catches, just a tiny bit, on the word need. And I fucking love it.
"Got it."
"Anything else?" she asks quickly; I have a feeling she's close.
"There was something—" The pen taps on the notepad again, and Lisa presses her heel into the carpet hard. I can't do anything but add suction and tension to the blowjob, because the poor manager would know I was under here.
"No. I think that's all. I'll send an email with–"
"You do that," Lisa cuts him off, "Close the door behind you on your way out."
"Yes, ma'am."
The door shuts a few long seconds later, and Lisa pulls me up from under the desk and into her lap. "You wicked little thing." She runs her thumb over my now swollen lips with a devious look in her eyes and a hint of pride there too.
"I'm sorry," I murmur with a half smirk, unable to catch my breath.
Lisa kisses me hard and pulls me over her lap, angling me onto her cock again. When I slide down onto her, taking all of her inside me, she lets out a deep groan. The pleasure is intense as I ride her slowly, the pleasure returning with a vengeance and threatening to overwhelm me.
"Lisa, I…I don't know if—"
She takes me by the hips and makes me do it. I lose myself in the motions, focusing on holding on to her and enjoying this moment, reveling in her touch.
Lisa's hand slides between us and she uses the pad of her thumb to rub at my clit. Slow circles at first, then faster, the pressure staying light and even. The orgasm starts to build in my toes and moves up through my legs, finally gathering under her thumb. Lisa watches me like she's never seen me do this before, only she has. Plenty of times. She has me come on a daily basis. But her eyes are hot, filled with love and lust, and they stay firmly on my face as I fuck her harder and faster.
"That's it," she says. "You look so fucking good like this. Come on my cock, Jennie."
"Someone could walk in," I manage to say, digging my nails into her shoulders.
"And then they'd see me with her wife," she says, gruff and almost impatient. "They'd better see you coming on my cock."
That pushes me over, and I'm still riding the waves of pleasure when she captures my mouth with hers and comes too. It's a long, pulsing orgasm. When it's over, Lisa drops her head onto my shoulder and kisses up my neck, slow and sensual and a little teasing. "I love you, Jennie."
As my heart pounds and the flush comes over me, I know she's telling me the truth and I respond with every bit of my heart and soul, "I love you too."
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THE END
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