thinking about pussydrunk ceo!natasha. sheโs your boss, for fuck sake sheโs the one who made the mistake of hiring someone she was attracted to. itโs obvious from the moment the two of you lay eyes on each other, thereโs something bubbling beneath you two. sheโs always been the assertive type, but thatโs what happens when you run things. you have to make the right decisions, the tough calls, fire the ones that just donโt make the cut. youโd been on her chopping block, a long list of layoffs to be made and yours in bold, along with the others but the overly stubborn, red-haired, business woman couldnโt stick to the guns sheโd been given.
not like the many men who worked under, all of this, her company that she started, every single effort was made by her. five years of missing holidays, her best friendโs birthday, the big moments she wished she could be a part of being the people she did have in her life was the only family she knew, until her company found itโs footing.
yet, when it comes to firing you, she canโt do it.
the entire staff at the annual ski trip, snowed in the lodge rented out for all personnel yet here she was tearing you apart body from soul, her nimble fingers thrusting in your warm and inviting cunt. what she said last time, would be the last but it was a bold, blatant lie โ the both of you knew, accepting her words for what it was, a person yearning to achieve the moral and just action but never quite achieving it. natasha romanoff has traded with the devil, atoning for her sins at a later moment, firmly finding fallen grace as she lapped and fucked your slick in and out of you.
both of your bodies slippery wet, her toned and firm muscles in her forearms hard at work as the pearly white tile in the shower gave her knees a slight bruise, not that she really minds. a temporary marking on her body, tortuous as it reminds her of the one thing she hates to admit to herselfโฆ.sheโs too weak to give up these moments with you. she wears she sees god and all the constellations placed in the midnight sky when you cum for her.
youโre holding back, that much is clear, your grip on her hair tightens, pulling at the wet strands as the waterfalls on her perfect ass, the one you love so intensely. last night, she let you fuck her for the first time in this nine month arrangement, itโs more than you had bargained for, but fuck hearing her sing for you. delicious chants of your name spilling from her perfectly plump, heart shaped lips as you plowed her like she was a farmerโs daughter, your strap flirting with her cervix as she sunk into the bed. she took every bit of it, demanding for more and you werenโt one to argue, not when slight murmurs of mommy fell from her sinful tongue.
โthis is what you wanted, right?โ with greed in her eyes, she sucks your clit in your mouth, suckling on the bundle of nerves. practically living in her mouth, she spells her name out with her tongue, her fingers at a rapid pace as you grind against her face.
โnatโโ involuntarily, you whine. your natural brat behavior comes boiling to the surface. her blunt fingernails claw at your abdomen as her hips grind against the hair. the louder you get the more needs she becomes for release.
at the very least, she needs to bring you to one. deep in her bones, natashaโs sure she needs your cum painting her face like you were made to do.
โthatโs daddy to you, fucking brat.โ she slips a third finger into your weeping cunt, your tits bounce as you ride erratically, pretending it was the nine inch strap, the baby blue plastic cock that fades into pink, filling you up.
โdaddy, thought you said you didnโt want this pussy again?โ natasha almost doesnโt catch it, to pussy sucking your slit back in her mouth when sheโs not barking orders at you. itโs what you fucking deserve, her cruelty, fondling her breasts in the kitchen when anyone one of her employees could have walked in. devastatingly, there wasnโt one plea to stop you. she let you touch her, slowly unbutton the white crispy button up as you sucked on her nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive pierced flesh, tongue circling the pebbled bud before moving on to the next. intentionally, your free hand squeezing the one not being used. there was nothing in the world you love less than her tits.
for just a moment, you thought about how full they must have been when she had her daughter, lactating onto her shirt. fuck, youโd suck every last drop if she would have let you, but back then you were just some bright-eyed assistant pining after a married woman. now, youโre getting fucked by her, post separation from her wife. the woman whose lack of sex drive killed their relationship, along with the cheating natasha later found out about, so she did the one thing that knew would piss off her now ex-wife.
fucked the assistant she always knew that pissed her off to no end.
was it really your fault? secretly, she took pride in blaming you for the situation at hand. you had the perfect tits, the supple ass she could spend hours fucking her tongue with, the pussy she would fuck into your folds were puffy and whiny, the clit she would rub and pinch until she saw those pretty eyes roll back. as if it were fate in the stars, or just the fact she loves fucking you, natasha would make it happen more often than not.
she told herself it would just be a one time thing but then she tasted your pussy, sending her into an insatiable frenzy. the first time she heard you moan, hands gripping her desk tightly as she spanked your ass with every thrust of her hips, her cock hitting you with such a brute force, you didnโt even know it was capable. natasha didnโt even know she liked being called daddy until she heard it from you, now she needs it like a fucking fix. if she doesnโt get it, she become irritable, yelling at any and every staff member, hounding them to send you to the office to your office, mโgonna to ream her fucking ass, but little did anyone else know she meant it in a literal sense.
โmhm, i think someone is ready to be good for daddy. so fucking close, arenโt you slut? cโmon yeah? think you can be extra good and cum on my tits? iโll let you clean it up with your tongue, yeah?โ her sinful, deprived, fucking hot words make your body slump against the shower door, your pussy squirting instantaneously as she purposely buts a bounce to her movements, perfect breasts taunting you as she nudges your puckered hole with her pinky, rimming some of your slick with it.
natasha peaks up through her eyelashes, hooded eyes drunk on the sweet taste of your cunt, watching as you crumble into yourself. your hips bucking, even convulsing as you paint her face, her throat, and more gloriously even your tits. even more so, youโre thankful the water from the shower head is cascading down her tattooed spine, wanting the privilege of cleaning it up herself.
the older woman is unrelenting as her fingers rub over your clit at a rapid rate, your cunt unwillingly to stop as your cum coats her in it.
โgood fucking girl, oh fuck, so good for me. soak daddyโs tits, yeah?โ you whimper out her name, another cry of pleasure is released when she fucked your cum back into you. reminding you of just how violently she can make your orgasms be.
quickly you muster as much strength as you come down from your high, pinning her against the glass door, licking and sucking at her full breasts. you spend even more time sucking on them than you did before. pushing them together as you suffocate yourself motor-boating the most perfect pair of tits in the world as natasha moans and slightly giggles as you do so. natasha throws her head against the glass as your skilled tongue flicks over her sensitive nipples, pulling at the barbell, pushing it back and forth as you suck it back into your mouth, releasing with an obnoxious pop before moving to the next.
โmโgonna cum if you donโt stop.โ youโre surprised from the confession but you move past it before gently whispering in her ear after youโve licked every last bit of your cum off of her. โcanโt have that now can we? not when i know youโre dying to have my cock inside you, again.โ
natasha lets you fuck her on the bed, then against the dresser as she sits on the top holding her knees to her chest as you piston fuck her into another dimension, and when the two of you are finally spent for the night, she wonders why she thought she wanted to get out of this. if she has to pay for your salary herself so be it, the last thing she has on her mind as she falls asleep holding you is if sheโs going to fire you.
