One night with my hot male underline

Some say those who are usually in a
dominant role in their work
environments like to engage in
submissive roles outside of work, as a
way of release, if you will. But,
sometimes, getting outside of work simply cannot wait… Tall, taut, tan, highly educated and
intelligent, acutely articulate, and just
simply elegant, he was the perfect
candidate for the entry-level assistant
position she had been so laboriously
seeking to fill. The others before him infallibly paled in comparison. This one
touched something deep inside her,
awakened the recesses within her
body that seemed long dormant-dead.
Each morning she would watch him at
the water cooler, how his gait, the way her merely moved, aroused the
unfulfilled desires within her. She was
the boss, the one who had all the
control. There was no way he could
deny her, no way he could deprive her
of all her most lascivious fantasies. He wanted to make her happy, wanted
to prove he was worthy to be in her
presence. He would do whatever it
took to satisfy her every need. No
matter the task. Staying late night after
night would be sure to please her. And, it did. On this particular night, she had called
him into her office. It was late. Dark.
The silence permeated the institutional
walls like a sponge. The sultry heat
from the night air was wafting through
the building’s windows. She could feel the warm sweat from her soft skin
run down the middle of her chest,
glistening in the warm glow of
moonlight that was coming in from the
window.