My First Boss: An Erotic Summer HARD at Work Book1

By George Punwell

One Hot Summer, One Hot Boss.....

Tom wanted a little extra money from his summer, job but his new boss gave him a lot more and he gave it to her too.

“You love taking advantage of poor, defenseless, summer hires...don’t you?” My whispers breezed from the other side of her neck.
“Y-yhea.” She reached back with one hand and ran her hand through my short hair, pulling me tighter.

Tom a sexy 18-year-old stud was just what Eve needed, someone to satisfy her every desire.

I gave her a lopsided grin, “I thought you were hot all the time.” She grinned and planted her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. However, my knees were locked, though this was what she wanted because she swung her legs up and circled them around my waist, linking her arms around my neck.

WHAT TO EXPECT:
A multi part short story, sensual, erotic love story with MF scenes, teen and authority play between a teen male and a female in her prime. Topics are adult in nature and get extremely hot, but more than enough build up/backstory.

This is erotic, sexual story about adventuresome young stud and his every fantasy with his amazing hot and controlling boss. Their fantasy takes them out of the workplace, and right onto his back to be used.

A sensual, erotic, authoritarian, taboo love story of hot exhilarating love.

George Punwell – Short Stories, erotica, romance, secret, boss, submission, fun, workplace, teen male with female, work and Steamy erotic book.

This is an adult-themed book with topics that are meant for adults. If you are underage do not purchase, read or download this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Punwell
• Release date: Apr 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463548622

George Punwell

George Punwell is a native of New York by way of California by way of Ohio, spending much of his childhood on a steady diet of science fiction movies and television shows, as well as superhero comic books. It was in college studying for a degree in theater that he stumbled across a desire to write books.Having spent the majority of his life as a voracious reader, he has been heavily influenced by writers ranging from Robert Heinlein to Jerry Pournelle and Larry Niven, and David Weber to S.M. Stirling. Living in New York with his beautiful wife, their friends, and two mischievous Siberian huskies, he continues to write and dream of his writings.

Book preview

Chapter 1

I had been working as a summer hire at RCM (radio communications manufacture) for two years, since I was sixteen, way before my friends had a similar job. I worked full time almost all summer for ten dollars an hour, also way more than my friends were making. Really the only reason I got the job was because my dad worked there. The kids of employees were the only hires the company made during the summer. There were maybe twenty others who were children of employees, but they were all older than me, most of them were in college. During my first summer I worked with document control and in the marketing department.

My boss was an incredibly attractive twenty-eight-year-old by the name of Eveline Azmano. She had a deadly combination of looks and intelligence that would see her rapidly climbing the corporate ladder. She was maybe five foot five; she had dirty blond hair, quick intelligent blue eyes, a small mouth with sensuous full lips and a devastating smile. Her ears and nose were small and combined with little patches of freckles high on her cheeks made her look cute. Her body was athletic, her shoulders were broad, and her breasts were petite, according to my limited male knowledge maybe a B cup. Though she always wore bras that pushed them up and out making them seem larger than they probably were. I could tell her stomach was washboard flat and her waist was trim. When she wore tight pants, you could tell her ass was small and tight, her legs were toned and shapely. And as an added bonus her personality was great, she was friendly and outgoing and could carry a conversation for as long as she wanted no matter the topic. When I was introduced to her that first summer, she seemed surprised to see me, I chalked it up to my age; I doubt she had ever worked with anyone as young as me in this company.

I was introduced to her as Thomas Morrison but asked her to call me Tom. I held out my hand and she shook it firmly.

Call me Eve. She had said brightly. The work she gave me was easy; really just stuff that would only slow her down and that I had no trouble in completing with a speed that I think surprised her. I believe I performed well above what she had expected of me, considering my age. We got to know each other pretty well the two months that I was there, and I was startled to learn she lived maybe ten minutes from my house. I had never seen her around town before and I teased her mercilessly about it, calling her a hermit living in a cave, I even went so far as to print out a picture of Gollum from Lord of the Rings and tape it to the back of her chair. She admitted that she was a homebody and in turn kidded me about my ineptitude in dealing with girls my own age, which was sadly true. I was totally hopeless when it came to the girls at school; I would clam up in their presence and would be stricken with horrific speech impediments whenever I did get up the nerve to talk to one. She wasn’t too harsh though; she only went so far as not to cut too deep.

She ended up spending a lot of time in my cube, though she wasn’t the only one. It seemed like there was no end to the number of people that stopped by just to talk. This happens to my father as well, we call it the Morrison face, people see us and just start talking to us. But anyways, she spent the most amount of time with me, sometimes she would sit on my desk and we would carry on a decent conversation while I worked. I thought it was because she didn’t have that many friends at the company, she might have been too intimidating in a way. I learned that she was having a little trouble with her boyfriend, that they weren’t spending enough time together. I sort of shied away from that subject when it had come up because it tended to make her sad.

It was the best first job I could have ever hoped for and I enjoyed it immensely. However, it ended way to soon, those two months flew by at a mind boggling pace.

I couldn’t wait to work there again next summer in the hopes that I would work with her again. When that second summer came around, I was disappointed to learn I wouldn’t be. Instead I would be working in a completely different part of the building, isolated by two sets of security doors doing inventory and shipping/receiving in the warehouse. It was even easier than what I had done with Eve, more manual labor than mental work. I found it enjoyable because it kept me in shape, and I was moving around more. The guy I worked with was an energetic Dominican named Marco, he and I became fast friends. When we had down time, which ended up being quite often, we would chill in his office and listen to his Reggaeton