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I’d never really looked at my boss in ‘that way’ until about a year ago when one of the other girls joked over a glass of wine that I had the best looking boss in the company. She went further to say she thought he was the sort of guy who would know what he was doing with a girl. I laughed it off at the time, saying that I’d never be so unprofessional as to have a crush on my married boss. That was true when I said it, but the thought planted a seed, and a few months later, whilst masturbating with a new dildo, I sub-consciously drifted onto the thought of my boss taking me over a boardroom table, fucking myself hardly as I imagined him controlling me and being rough. I felt embarrassed at work the next day, made all the harder by the fact that I had a series of long meetings with him that day. As a PA to a busy department head in a city law firm, my job was high pressure and we had to work closely together in order to ensure things worked smoothly. I told myself that I would have to snap out of this new found crush, but I couldn’t get the thought of him roughly fucking me out of my head. In his younger days, he played rugby so whilst he wasn’t particularly hot looking, he had a pretty good physique. He had a cheeky glint in his eye that gave my friend the idea that he would know what to do with a girl. In one particular one-to-one meeting, I had noticed that a button on his shirt had popped open, and it happened to be the button near his waistband. I had to remind myself not to stare at the hint of hair, which led below his waistband. My boss – Alex, his name is Alex – often told me stories about his kids, always with a big grin on his face, like he was really happy. He often took days working from home, rather than facing the hustle and bustle of the commute, so he could fit picking his kids up from school around work commitment. Sometimes, if there was a team night out or some other occasion that would cause him to have to stay in the city, he would often comment that his wife didn’t like him staying over away from home. Other than that though, which seemed normal to me from what I knew of marriages, they seemed like a normal happy family. That, coupled with the fact that there was never any hint of him having a crush on me, I thought my fantasy would stay just that. That changed the day Alex told me about going to Abu Dhabi “Claire, I want to ask you, can you come to Abu Dhabi with me to help set up the new office? I want someone I can trust to set the office up well and so it will run smoothly long term?” he asked “Uhhhh, well, maybe, I’d have to clear my diary but I guess it’s stuff that can be put off,” I said, taken aback. I knew we were shortly going to set up an Abu Dhabi office, but I expected that one of the other PAs to a more senior director would be chosen to set up. “I don’t mean to put you under pressure but I need an immediate answer, otherwise Kirsty will be asked. But I don’t trust her,” he said “Okay, so tell me, when would we go and how long for?” I asked, thinking on my feet. “In three weeks’ time and we’d be there for a month,” he replied. A month, I thought, that’s a long time. I knew istanbul travesti my friends would forgive me for missing any social engagements, though with the notice, it’s not like I’d be letting them down last minute. This was an opportunity that I wasn’t sure would ever come up again. “Sure, okay, let’s do this,” I responded. Alex looked genuinely pleased and gave me a hug, something that we’d never done before. After an awkward moment, I went back to my desk and started sending loads of exciting emails to my parents and my friends about how I was getting a month in Abu Dhabi on the company. Over the next three weeks, things changed between Alex and I. He became more relaxed, and dare I say it, a little more flirty. I asked my friend, who had initially planted the seed in my head, and she laughed at me until one day in the kitchen, she walked in as Alex and I were making a cup of tea. I got back to my desk to find an email that just read “OMG” in the title with a smiley face in the text. “Claire, can I have a word please?” Alex said, calling me into a quiet room about two days before our planned trip. “It’s just about our trip. We’ve got the agenda more or less finalised, and I can see you’ve booked hotel rooms. Nice job on getting us junior and executive suites within budget, how did you manage that?” he asked, in a jokey tone. “Ah just my mysterious feminine ways,” I joked back, aware that I was bordering on flirty. He laughed back but then shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. “I just called you in here, as I’m not in the office tomorrow so checking arrangements,” he stated, in a much more business like tone “We’re meeting at Heathrow underground at 3pm on Saturday. I have all the tickets and visa documents, so just bring your passport, your luggage and yourself,” I said “Sounds like you’ve got it all sorted, not that I’m surprised,” he said, stroking my arm as he said it. We then wrapped the meeting up; he said his goodbyes to everyone for a month and left the office. I left about an hour later, after I triple checked I had remembered all the files and documentation that I needed to take with me. We met as planned at Heathrow and were in good spirits as we drank champagne whilst waiting for the flight. It was a late afternoon flight and would be the early hours of Sunday before we arrived, so we knew that we would probably sleep most of the way, after the meal was served. When we woke up, about an hour before landing, it took me a few moments to realise that Alex had fallen asleep on my shoulder and his hand was half way up my tight, under the blanket. I didn’t know what to say, knowing that I should wake him and ask him to move it, but knowing also that my pussy was clearly enjoying the anticipation of the hand being where it was. I thought he was asleep, until I felt his hand inch higher. My nipples were hard at this point, which he might have realised given his head was on my shoulder. I fidgeted in my seat a little, hoping it would encourage him to continue his journey but it seemed to have the opposite effect and his hand moved off my thigh completely. The incident istanbul travesti went completely unacknowledged, much to my pussy’s disappointment. I thought that this may be a sign of things to come, though I was mistaken. The first three weeks of our stay was incredibly stressful as we dealt with all aspects of setting the office up. I was lucky as I had weekends off, which I used to explore Abu Dhabi as well as Dubai and Muscat. Alex wasn’t so lucky and was expected to work all through. He was really stressed but we tried to have dinner together on the evenings he or I weren’t busy networking with potential clients and contacts. By the time it got to our last week, we both felt as though our time out there was coming to a close a little too quickly. We had dinner together in the hotel restaurant, commenting how it was only five days until we would be going back. “I haven’t even seen the sights at all!!” Alex complained “Sure you will have plenty of other opportunities to come here and make amends,” I said “That’s easy for you to say when you’re looking really brown and have had weekends away,” he joked. “I’m whiter than when I came out here.” “Don’t be silly, you look great!” I said, holding his gaze a little longer than I should have. We both held each other’s gaze until his phone rang and broke the tension. He held his finger up to his mouth, which meant it was the wife. He’d already told me he’d lied to her about me going. “Ah that’s the old ball and chain happy. She said to wish you better,” he said. When she’d called the office in London to speak to me and I wasn’t there, we had to lie that I had been taken ill. I hated lying but he was the boss, so I played along. “Ha yeah, I’m feeling so ill,” I said sarcastically, stretching as I spoke, “I’m going to head to bed now I think.” “Not so fast, we’ve got that report to finish. We said we’d do it after dinner,” Alex reminded me. I had conveniently forgotten that after having several glasses of wine. “Sure, you’re the boss,” I said as we both stood up and headed for the lift. He went to put his arm on the small of my back as we waited for the lift, but I had to remind him it was not acceptable here. These little touches here and there had become apparent on this trip, in private areas of course, and whilst I didn’t encourage it, I also didn’t discourage it. Once in his room, I kicked my shoes off and took off the wrap I had taken to wearing to cover up my cleavage and shoulders in public places. I could see his eyes look at me, or rather my chest, as I did so. I smiled my cheekiest smile and winked, before telling him we had to get down to work and sat at the desk in his suite. It was midnight before we were done. Alex was lying on his back on the sofa, which was just behind the desk. He punched the air in delight when we were finally done, and we emailed the report to his superiors back in London. “Thanks for your hard work this past month, Claire, I knew I could rely on you,” he said, standing behind me and looking at me in the mirror. My head was about at waist height as I was sat down. “No problem, it’s been a fantastic opportunity,” istanbul travesti I said. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and seemed to wait for my reaction before starting to massage them in a really erotic way. I was a little taken aback – despite the flirting and increasing physical contact, I hadn’t expected him to make a move. But as he began to put his hands under the wide straps of my shift dress, I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t sure how I felt – on the one hand it was erotic and I really wanted it, but the sensible side saw this as career suicide. I still didn’t stop him as he told me to stand up in front of the mirror and to keep looking at him, with my hands on the desk. I couldn’t keep my eyes off, despite myself, as he unzipped the long zip on the back of my blue dress and let it fall to the ground. He pulled my long brown hair to one side, and started to kiss my neck then ran his hands all over my body. The stopped at my DD breasts and massaged them over my bra, pushing himself closer to me as he did so. I could feel his erection against my back and I moaned a little as I imagined how it would feel inside of me. He ran just his thump under the fabric of my bra and began to flick at my already hard nipples. He somehow made them harder and I moaned with pleasure. Then, he released my breasts from the bra, letting it drop to the floor. “I always wondered if these were real or not,” he commented, and then spent a lot of time massaging my breasts. He seemed to love them and was mesmerised that they were natural. As he became more turned on, he twisted my nipples harder and harder, which made me scream in ecstasy. He then removed his hands from my breasts and heard him undoing his belt, unzipping the trousers and the sound of them falling to the floor. I guessed his pants were there too when I felt his silky cock press against my arse cheeks. “Now, if you didn’t want anyone else to see you naked, why would you wear such a flimsy little thong as this?” he asked, clearly rhetorically, as he literally ripped the lace thong from me. I let out a little yelp as I felt the fabric tighten against my clit and my wetness, before the tension went and it flopped away. I went to reach round and touch his cock but he stopped me. “Nope, hands off. I’m the boss and I want to see the sights.” He then took my hands and placed them on the back of the chair, ensuring I was bent over with my nakedness at his beck and call. He took off his tie, which he slapped playfully across my arse cheeks before tying my hands to the chair, “just to be sure I wouldn’t touch him”. He then knelt down behind me and began to lick my already wet pussy. Firstly, the smooth outer labia, before moving to the pink inner labia and finally reaching my clit. I moaned in pleasure as he brought me close to an orgasm, though he stopped when I told him I was close. He then moved his tongue to my hole and slowly started to explore it as he did so. Soon he was tongue fucking me, which felt great. As I got close, he stopped and then to my surprise he started to lick around my ass hole. He seemed to do this with more caution until he realised I was enjoying it. He stopped what he was doing after a couple of minutes. “Claire, look at me,” he directed, when he saw my head down. I looked ahead into the mirror and saw his lustful face as he began to finger fuck my pussy, first with one finger, then two, then three and finally four.

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