She's The Boss

By Katt Ford

Don't get caught.

Jack knows what happens when you get caught. Getting caught looking at his sexy employee by his wife lands him in a world of trouble as both women give in to their dominant natures. Before long, poor Jack has become a sex slave to both women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Katt Ford
• Release date: Feb 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370143979

Katt Ford

Katt Ford graduated from college and went straight to a boring job as a receptionist. While killing time behind her desk, she began reading erotic fiction on line. Before long, she decided to try her hand at writing it.Katt is an equal opportunity pervert. She likes stories about strong men and strong women, and the people who love them. Is it better to give or to receive? She still can't decide.Katt lives in Western Canada with her extremely open-minded husband and the best cat in the world.

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Copyright Katt Ford 2016

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She’s The Boss

"Did you get turned on looking at Emily’s butt? She’s sexy, isn’t she? You’d like to fuck her, wouldn’t you?" Emily stared silently at her boss, smiling at his obvious discomfort.

"Yes," Jack stammered, bowing his head to hide his reddening face.

"Well, that’s not going to happen, said Anna, continuing to palpate his prick. A girl like her would never think of a pervert like you in that way. But I think you should apologize to her properly for being so creepy and gross." Gently, slowly, as though dealing with a cornered animal, she slid the zipper of his pants down. Jack didn’t resist as she slipped a hand inside and began to massage his cock, before pulling it out into the light. Emily laughed as her boss’s hard-on sprang into view while Anna continued to rub it.

"Properly?" Jack managed. He was getting close to orgasm under his wife’s expert hands, and all he could think about was getting there. Lust gradually swamped his shame. It didn’t matter that Emily was laughing at him. It didn’t matter that his wife was showing him off in front of the staff. All that mattered was whether or not he would get to cum.

"Yes, properly, said Anna in a breathy voice. You have to show her the same respect you would show me, the respect you should show all women. Beg for her forgiveness."

"Please, Emily, Jack groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as the pleasure mounted within him, please forgive me for looking at your ass. I’m sorry. Please. Please!" Emily laughed brightly as Jack moaned at the brink of orgasm.

"I don’t know, she chuckled, it was pretty disrespectful. I’m a married woman. I think maybe your wife needs to teach you a lesson."

"You call that begging? Anna added, her voice stern. Beg properly. Get over there." With one last tug on his straining cock, she pushed Jack away from her, towards Emily. With a feeling of dread, Jack walked towards the sitting girl, his cock bobbing in front of him with every step. Emily leaned back in her chair, a mingled look of shock and excitement on her pretty face. Jack stopped in front of her chair.

"Please, Emily, he repeated. Please forgive me."

"That’s not how you beg, Emily smiled mockingly. Get down on your knees." Shocked, Jack glanced back over his shoulder towards his wife.

"I think you’d better do what she says," Anna shrugged from behind her desk. Emily reclined further in her chair and crossed her legs, her tight pants straining against her thighs as she smiled up at her humiliated boss. Her sparkling blue eyes stayed locked on his as he sank slowly to his knees in front of her.

"Please, Emily, he begged the young woman, please forgive me for looking at you." Emily stared down at him coolly over her crossed legs, one booted foot bobbing slightly underneath his chin. She looked beautiful, and commanding, and sexy as hell. With his cock exposed, Jack was unable to hide his arousal.

"Why should I? Emily asked finally. I think you need to make it up to me."

"Yes, Emily, Jack said. Of course. Whatever you like."

"Whatever I like? Emily smiled over at Anna across the small room. That’s a pretty big offer. You might regret that." Emily had always been so quiet, so placid. Jack would never have suspected that she had this kind of dominance in her. But seeing Jack’s submission to his wife, and to her, seemed to be bringing something out of Emily.

"What should we do, Anna? Emily asked over his head. How can he make it up to me?" Jack heard Anna’s chair creak as she stood, and her high heels thumped on the carpet as she made her way over to her kneeling husband. She was wearing black pumps and skinny jeans that day, the tight denim hugging her legs and showing off her slender figure. She stood beside Emily’s chair, looking down at her husband. He gazed up at the two sexy women, unable to decide if this was a calamity that had befallen him, or if he was the luckiest man in the world. They complimented each other beautifully, he realized: dark Anna and fair Emily, his thirty-eight year old wife and her twenty-four year old employee, Anna’s tall, slender, gym-honed figure and Emily’s voluptuous young curves.

"Ever had a slave?" Anna purred.

She’s The Boss

He couldn’t deny, the years had been kind. It had been seven years since Jack started his own HVAC company with his wife, Anna. The first couple of years had been a struggle, but the company had remained solvent. Around years three and four, major clients had begun to roll in, and a buoyant economy with a red-hot housing market had forced the company to expand. Now, seven years after they started, Jack almost never picked up a set of tools. He had six technicians on the road full time, and a manager to keep them working. Jack focused now mainly on attracting new clients and keeping existing ones happy with long lunches and golf games. Not bad for a guy who’d started at the very bottom as an apprentice.

They’d even had to hire a girl to work in the office; Anna could no longer keep up with the volume of phone calls coming in and invoices going out. Anna had been in charge of hiring admin staff, since she was the only one who really knew what the job required. They’d had to fire one girl for constantly not showing up, and another had quit to move across the country with her husband. But they’d had Emily for six months now, and she was by far the best office worker they’d ever had. She was reliable, and efficient. She was a little quiet, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Customers loved her. The techs loved her too, but that had more to do with the way she looked than the way she worked. She was twenty-four, with straight blond hair that reached almost to the middle of her back, sparkling blue eyes and a faint trace of freckles across her button nose. She was a very pretty girl. Jack might be married, but he wasn’t dead. He’d never mention it to Anna, of course.

The years had been kind to Anna, too. She was nearing forty, but to Jack, she was more beautiful than ever. As she aged, she worked harder to maintain her body, with the result that she was in better shape than she’d been in her twenties when they met. Her rich chestnut hair hung in ringlets around her face, her warm brown eyes glowing when she smiled. She smiled often. With her dark coloring and delicately arched eyebrows, Anna’s smile was wickedly suggestive. Jack had always found it irresistible. He knew he wasn’t the only one.

Jack wasn’t used to spending this much time in an office. He’d always worked with his hands, out in the field. Now most of what he did was through email or over the phone. He found himself with a lot of time on his hands. He found his mind start to wander sometimes as he sat idle at his desk. So who could really blame him, when Emily passed his desk on her way back from the coffee machine, for sneaking a quick peek at his employee? She was looking hot that day, in olive green pants that clung tight to the curves of her young body, her round ass prominently on display beneath a thin black shirt that did nothing to conceal her shapely backside. Her pants disappeared into black riding boots that came up to just above her knee. Her hair lay loose on her shoulders, shining in the overhead lights. Jack was still a man, after all. Who could fault him for a quick look?

Anna, that’s who. She sat at a desk in front of his, and she turned to plug in her cell phone at just the wrong moment. Jack quickly averted his eyes, but it was too late. Anna was staring right at him as Emily passed by. Her nostrils flared. One eyebrow arched dangerously, like an assassin’s blade held high, ready to strike. Jack gulped.

What the fuck was that? she demanded.

What was what? Jack said.

You know what. Don’t act like I didn’t see that.

What?

That look you just gave her.

Anna, please....

Emily, Jack was just looking at your ass, Anna said loudly.

Anna! What the....I wasn’t, Emily, I swear!

Emily had reached her own desk now, over by the window, and she spun around in her swivel chair to face her employers. A confused half-smile played on her pink lips.

He was, Anna insisted. I can’t believe you’d do that, Jack. She’s an employee. You can’t do that!

It’s....ok, Emily said. Like, it’s not a big deal....

Of course it is, said Anna. It’s a very big deal. You were hired to do a job, not be leched over by some middle-aged pervert. It’s disrespectful. It’s demeaning. This is not how we operate.

Jeez, Anna, take it easy, Jack tried.

I will not take it easy, she said. You disrespected Emily, and you disrespected me. Leering at a young woman like that, right in front of me. Like you’d have a chance anyway. You wouldn’t know what to do with it. Jack didn’t dare look away from his wife’s blazing eyes, but he heard Emily stifle a sound as Anna spoke. A laugh? It sounded like a laugh.

I think you need to apologize to Emily right now, Anna demanded.

Oh, no, that’s not necessary, Emily began.

Yes it is, Anna said firmly. If you let men get away with things like that, it only gets worse. It’s hard enough being a woman in the workplace without having to deal with men who can’t control their base urges. Men who should know better. Jack bristled. Ok, Anna had caught him. He had been looking. But there was no need to make this big thing out of it, to humiliate him in front of his own employee. Why had Anna even said anything? If she caught him, she could have berated him in private. Emily didn’t need to know. What if she wanted to sue the company for sexual harassment? Anna had turned a minor incident into a potential disaster with her histrionic feminist over-reaction.

Still, Anna was right.

Sorry, Emily, said Jack. I behaved inappropriately. It won’t happen again. Emily smiled, a slight red blush suffusing her cheeks.

That’s ok, Jack, she said quietly.

Don’t worry, Anna smiled wickedly at the younger woman, he’s going to pay for that later. Jack gulped again. He had no doubt that he would. He loved his wife, but she had a temper. Focusing on his computer screen, he pretended to get back to work.

The small office settled back into its usual rhythm of phone calls and tapping keyboards. From where he sat, Jack couldn’t see the screens of the girl’s computers. So when Emily erupted in a sudden peal of laughter, he had no idea why.

Told you, said Anna with a smile.

Oh my God, breathed Emily. That’s....awesome!

I know, right? Anna was grinning widely now. It was pretty hilarious, I have to say.

What are you talking about? Jack asked, half-rising from his seat.

Oh, nothing, said Anna, clicking her mouse to close a window as she spoke. Emily chuckled again, biting her lip as she tried to suppress her laughter. Jack sat back down.

Barely ten minutes laughed before Emily burst out laughing again.

Yeah, that’s a good one, said Anna. Evidently Anna was emailing something to Emily that the pair of them seemed to find hilarious. And their reluctance to share it with him was starting to worry Jack.

The third time Emily burst out laughing, Jack sprang to his feet. He stormed