“I want you to see what you look like when you get fucked,” she murmured in my ear. “That way, you’ll learn your lesson even better.” She explored the entrance to my pussy with her dick. “Spread your legs, you bad thing.” I moved them. “That’s right,” she said, “show me your pussy.” She edged the dildo in more. “The boss is going to fuck you now,” she warned, and pushed it in hard and deep. My pussy swallowed it up and I started moving against it.

She moved with me, working it in and out, watching my face in the mirror. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and back. “Watch yourself get fucked,” she hissed. I saw her, still perfectly dressed in her executive clothes, knowing that her dick was lodged inside me. I saw my face, tense with arousal, my flushed neck, and my heavy breasts. I felt something change and realized that Jane had put her fingers between the dildo and her skin and was stroking her clit. “You’re going to make me come,” she told me. “Do you want to come, too?”

I nodded. In the mirror, I saw her stare at me.

“Please,” I said.

“The boss comes,” she smiled. “The assistant doesn’t.”

“Please,” I begged. I pushed my pussy onto her dick even harder, but I needed my clit touched.

“Why should I?” she asked, stroking herself more and more.

“I’ll be good,” I promised, “so good. I’ll make you come all the time. I’ll fuck you whenever you want, and your clients, too. I’ll give you blow jobs at lunch and a hand job with your morning coffee. Just please, please let me come now.”

“All right,” she said. “Touch yourself.”

And I did, digging my fingers into my clit, hard, thrusting myself onto her dick. In seconds, I was coming so much that I didn’t even realize until after that she was coming at the same time. I sank into the couch, and she collapsed on top of me.

When our breathing and heartbeats got back to normal, I realized how awkward the situation was. She was mostly dressed, but I felt ashamed of my partial nudity and my exposed, reddened ass. If I can’t see her, I thought, maybe she can’t see me, and so I stayed facedown even when I felt her get up.

“Trixie,” I heard. I turned my head. “Trixie! Sit up!”

I sat up. Jane looked perfectly composed. Her pants were closed up. “Button your blouse. Put on your skirt. What kind of a spectacle are you making of yourself?” She smiled as she spoke.