Short Stories - There is Something About my Boss...

Female's Point of View

I can’t put my finger on it...
 
It started small at first. I wanted to be a good secretary and I gave my 110%. I would work late and come in early to make sure everything was ready and perfect for him. The whirlwind of activity made it hard to keep track of my day. Everything was always a blur and he demanded I be on top of things. Did I lose parts of it? Most definitely! 
 
Anyway...
 
After a few weeks, I felt the urge to be nice and sexy for him. You know, so he would have distractions from the stress of his work. I was so stressed about keeping my job, I had to find ways to make him see I was perfect. I felt I should anticipate his needs and brought him coffee just the way he liked it. 

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His smile was all I needed to know I was on the right track.
 
As the weeks went on, I felt consumed by him... I still do... 
 
Then he started to comment on my looks. It was a little inappropriate, but I felt he needed it. He deserved it... So I smiled and thanked him. Soon after, I felt compelled to seek out his approval about what I wore. I started to try different looks in the hopes of dressing just the way he wanted. I felt like I needed to please him.
 
I was so bent out of shape when he didn’t like what I wore... I needed to offer him more...
 
One late night at work, I found myself on the ground picking up files he had dropped. My eyes kept darting at his crotch. I could see a tent form as he watched me work. He was getting aroused... Because of me... 

​It was my fault and I HAD to make it right. I NEEDED to do something...
 
So I blew him.
 
Easy really... I didn’t mind at all. I don’t know why though... I never liked giving head before... But it was for him so it was perfectly ok.
 
I guess he liked how I gave head because after that first taste, he started to ask me if I could blow him.. I knew I SHOULDN’T... But I felt I COULDN'T refuse him... So I didn’t... Besides... For some reason, I kind of liked it too...  I have to please him. I feel compelled to make sure he is happy...
 
It started at odd times, but it soon became a little routine. I would come in early with his coffee and give him a long relaxing blowjob while he read his newspaper. Sometimes, if he felt unusually stressed, he would ask for another during his lunch break. Almost always though, he liked one before I left for the day.
 
I was getting pretty good at knowing how he liked them. In the morning, it was the slow and tender type while at lunch it was the more intense and quick release he preferred. For some reason, I didn't mind at all as long as I knew he was happy.
 
But things are getting more serious now... 
 
He just invited me to his house for the weekend. I think he’ll want to fuck me... In fact... I KNOW he wants to fuck me... I'm sure that will make him happy...
 
I can’t put my finger on it...
 
​There is just something about him...