His Dirty Secret

“Good girl!” Tyler panted. “Such. A. Good. Girl!” Isobel felt his come as he uttered the words, warmth filling her as his man-juice hit deep inside her still quivering pussy; his balls emptying of every drop as he collapsed breathless on top of her with Isobel milking him as he shot streams of molten cum into her.

A few seconds passed, that to Isobel felt like minutes. Finally able to think straight, she couldn’t help but start to panic a little. What if someone had heard? Or what if he now thought of her as a cheap slut and didn’t want her to work for him anymore? All things that she knew she should have thought of before she’d let him fuck her, but she hadn’t and there was no going back now.

Tyler put her mind somewhat to rest a short while later. As he stood up and withdrew from her, he passed her a stack of paper towels that he had in one of his desk drawers. “You might want to clean up a little, darlin’.” He grinned at her playfully. “And then you can use the bathroom over there.” He indicated the other door in the office. “But, before you do, come here.” He pulled her to him and gave her a gentle kiss, his tongue briefly licking at her lips as he gave an appreciative moan. “Hmmm. You are so delicious.”

“Thank you, Tyler.” Isobel’s voice was as weak as she felt, but his smile had restored some of her confidence. She mopped herself up as best she could with the paper towels, and then collected her clothes off the floor and made her way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Looking at herself in the mirror over the sink, she clapped her hands to her cheeks, feeling how hot they were. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining, and her hair was a tumbled, tangled mess that fell around her shoulders and looked as though she’d just gotten out of bed. Wishful thinking, Isobel girl, she thought to herself, turning on the cold water and splashing her face to try and cool off some.

A few minutes later, Isobel had cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on. She had no idea where her hair pins were, so she had to be satisfied with combing through her tresses with her fingers, but it didn’t look too bad. She gave herself a last look in the mirror, took a deep breath and then walked out to whatever fate Tyler had in store for her.

He was sat behind his desk as though nothing out of the ordinary had taken place on top of it just a few short minutes earlier. He looked up as Isobel re-entered the office and smiled almost innocently at her. Yeah, right. I know just how innocent you’re not, she thought to herself.

“So, Isobel, I’ll see you at eight in the morning? I believe that the personnel office has all of your relevant details and your contract will be made up accordingly with hours of work and pay grade, etc. for you to sign.”

Isobel just stood there looking at him with her mouth slightly open. She officially had the job? Seriously? Her mouth snapped closed as she came to her senses. “Um, thank you, Tyler. I, um, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Bright and early,” he replied with a twinkle in his eyes. “Come straight to my office, please. I’ll give you your orders for the day.” His head went back down to look at whatever he was reading on his desk and Isobel felt suitably dismissed, walking on shaking legs out of his office and closing the door softly before resting her back against it and taking a deep, calming breath.

Isobel walked back to her workstation on legs that threatened to give out on her, and collected her coat and bag before making her way to the elevator and out of the building. In her car on the way home she went over the day’s events in her mind. Who would have thought that last night she was serving alcohol to belligerent customers for just over minimum wage, and today she’d started a job for one of the biggest companies in the state and was going to have an actual salary.

And that wasn’t to mention the fact that she’d had rampant sex with her gorgeously handsome, yet enigmatic new boss on top of his desk, while other members of staff were just a few feet away.

The short trip home passed by in a blur, and when she pulled into the driveway, Isobel had no real recollection of actually driving home. She entered her house, threw her purse on the kitchen counter and went straight to the fridge to get the bottle of crisp white wine out that she’d been saving for a special occasion. She wasn’t really sure if this could be classed as that, but it was close enough for her, and she really needed the alcohol to calm herself down some.