Banging The Boss - Sex Stories

Banging The Boss

My name is Melissa Sanders. I'm freaking 24 years old. I'm sex deprived and living alone in my apartment. I had friends, but with this job having friends went out the window. Work, work, work, and more work. That's all I ever do. It's like he does this on purpose. I work for Smith & Johnson Law Firm. I've worked here for almost four years and I'm tired of the rude comments, the looks, the office sluts, just tired period. Did I mention I also need, well want a raise and tonight before I leave I will demand that raise. I've been in love with Adam, my boss, since I first meet him. Everyone has left, but unlike everyone else I always have to stay late. Sometimes I don't even make it home till the wee hours of the morning and have to be back at 7 am to do it all over again. Like right now I'm typing up a report for Mr. Adam Smith. He's my boss. A very fine, sexy, ass boss, if I should add. He's 6'4, black hair, green eyes, that seem to always stare right into your soul. You can tell he works out all the time by the way he's built. Did I mention he's white. He could have any woman he wanted, but I never see him with anyone since I've been here. Not even in magazines or on the news. He is one of the top three Bachelor's right now. If only he could just look at me. Spare me a glance, something. "Ms. McCain can you come in my office." He said rudely. I said yes sir and headed to his off. "What can I do for you Mr. Smith?" "I need you to pull the Jackson file for me." "Right away ...

... sir." I said walking out. I went to get the file and head back into his office. "Here you go sir." I handed him the file. "Thank you." He said curtly. Asshole. "Sir I was wondering-" "Listen I don't care what you were wondering just get out." He snapped. "No." "Excuse me?" "You heard me. I've worked my ass off for you for four years now and you've been nothing, but an egotistical, cocky asshole to me. If you want me to still work here I'd advise you to talk and treat me with respect. Now starting tomorrow I will be getting a raise, more paid vacations, and shorter hours. If you can't do that then I'll go elsewhere." I said sternly. He looked at me bewildered by the way I talked to him. *Adam* I'm in love with my personal assistant. I hired her because she qualified and she was beautiful. The day she walked into my office everything else went out the window. I worked her hard just so I could see her longer. I always wanted to be close to her. To call her mine. I sometimes call her into my office just to see her bend over to get something I don't need or to view something on my laptop. Her ass is huge. I feel like I'm in a trance just looking at it. Her chocolate brown eyes. Her body. How I wish I could just rip off her clothes and take her on my desk. Four years and my love just grows stronger for her. No matter how hard I worked her, how late she had to stay, or how I spoke to her she still did her job. Hell even my f****y loves her. But tonight I guess she got tired of it all. I ...