I asked my boss for a raise…so he makes me earn it

Title: “Earning Her Raise”

Stacy sauntered into her boss’s office, a confident sway to her wide hips as she shut the door behind her. Her low-cut top hugged her ample cleavage and her tight pencil skirt accentuated her round, juicy ass. She set her purse down and leaned over the mahogany desk, giving him a perfect view down her shirt.

“Have you thought about my raise, Mr. Johnson?” she purred, voice dripping with seduction.

Her boss leaned back in his chair, eyes roving hungrily over her curves. “I have an excellent idea,” he said with a lecherous grin. “Why don’t you show me what that filthy mouth can really do?”

Stacy bit her plump lower lip. “Oh, I think I can handle that.” She walked around the desk and sank to her knees between his legs, deft fingers unzipping his slacks. His thick cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing.

“Mmm, impressive,” she cooed, wrapping one manicured hand around his shaft. She leaned in and flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting his pre-cum. Slowly, she took him into her warm mouth, inch by inch, until he hit the back of her throat. She held him there, letting her throat muscles squeeze and ripple around his sensitive cockhead.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Mr. Johnson groaned, fingers tangling in her hair. “Take it all, you dirty slut.” He started thrusting into her mouth, fucking her face with quick, harsh strokes. Stacy submitted, relaxing her jaw and let him use her. The taste of him on her tongue was intoxicating.

Suddenly, he pulled her off his cock and yanked her up, spinning her around and bending her over the desk. He flipped her skirt up, revealing her bare, toned ass. “Such a naughty girl, coming in here half-dressed,” he growled, smacking her ass hard. Stacy yelped at the sting, pushing her hips back against his palm for more. He smacked her again and again until her milky flesh was red and raw.

After scolding her thoroughly, Mr. Johnson dove between her legs, burying his face in her dripping pussy. His tongue lapped at her folds, focusing on her sensitive clit until Stacy was writhing and moaning against the desk. He pushed two digits deep inside her tight, wet cunt, pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Stacy came hard, screaming her pleasure.

“That’s one,” he said huskily, withdrawing from her pussy. He stood and grabbed her hair, forcing her face down. “Open up, you cock hungry slut. I’m going to fuck your tits.” Stacy obediently opened her mouth, tongue extended. He slapped his thick cock against her lips, coating them with her spit and his pre-cum. Then he shoved his length between her pillowy breasts, pinning them together as he started fucking her chest.

Stacy held her tits tight around his shaft, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes as he used her. His balls slapped against her chin with each deep thrust. He moaned, the tight, warm cleavage enveloping his cock a delicious sensation.

But Mr. Johnson was just getting started. He pulled away and sat on the edge of the desk, yanking Stacy between his spread thighs. “Climb on and ride me,” he commanded, pointing his rigid cock straight up. Stacy gripped his shoulders and lowered herself onto him, gasping as he stretched her open.

She started gyrating her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis as her slick walls gripped him tightly. He roughly pulled her by her hair, forcing her onto his cock as he thrust up to meet her movements. Stacy bounced on his lap, tits jiggling in his face, panting and mewling as he fucked her hard and deep.

Suddenly he stood, cock still buried inside her, and bent her over the desk again. He slammed into her, pounding into her cunt with clumsy, forceful strokes. The desk shook and Stacy gripped the edge desperately, sweaty blonde hair flying everywhere. He reached around to rub her clit, and Stacy came again with a stifled scream.

“Fuck, you have such a hot little pussy,” Mr. Johnson groaned, still thrusting. “I’m gonna fill you up.” With one final deep, grinding thrust, he hilted inside her and unloaded, pumping spurt after spurt of thick cum straight into her womb.

They stayed still like that for a moment, catching their breath. Finally Dylan pulled out, streaks of cum oozing down Stacy’s thighs. He lay back on the desk, shaft wilting.

“Not bad,” he said lazily. “You’ve definite improved since the last time you sucked me off for a raise.”

Stacy rolled her eyes and straightened up, wiping the cum from between her legs as best she could with a tissue. She picked up her purse and smoothed her skirt. “Thanks, I think I earned it this time,” she said breezily, walking toward the door. “I’ll see you later, darling.”

And with that, she blew him a kiss and strode out, leaving him spent but satisfied and wondering how many new tricks she had up her sleeve the next time she needed some extra cash.