Under My Boss’ Table

“Here we are.” Makar Sergeyevich said calmly and looked at me carefully. “Let’s get acquainted. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Uh… Marina.” I introduced myself, wisely deciding that it was best not to give myself and Edward away.

“Good, Marina. Nice to meet you. I think you already know me. So what is your department? Where are you from, Marina?”

I took a deep breath.

“Please forgive me, Makar Sergeyevich. I am a member of our company. But I can’t tell you for a very important reason. Forgive me.”

There was silence. Makar Sergeyevich studied me for a long time, as if he tried to understand whether to believe me or not, and my body. I felt a little hot from his inquisitive gaze…

“Well, I get it.” He said at last, bringing a solution for himself that only he knew. “Let’s talk now about what happened today at that regional meeting.”

“Oh… you see, there was a mistake.” I mumbled, having no idea how to explain everything so that no one would get hit. “I… should have, but not for you…”

“And whom?” He asked curiously. I said nothing. “Understood, you don’t want to speak again. You want it to remain your little secret. I will not torture you. I hope you understand that this is unacceptable and goes beyond professional ethics.”

I nodded.

“But I must admit I really liked it…”

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me and covered my lips with an impatient kiss. At first it was just his lips, then his tongue slipped into my mouth.

His hands eagerly grabbed my chest and began to crush it. I was surprised by what was happening and that’s why I didn’t answer him. However, I didn’t want to push him away either, after all, he didn’t deserve that attitude just because I made a mistake somewhere. Also, he was the leader himself! So I just stood there and waited, waited in fear for his new actions…

Makar Sergeyevich broke the kiss and groaned. There was no bewilderment in his eyes, there was no resentment, he just realized that I wasn’t in the mood for anything else.

“It’s a pity, Marina, that you don’t want to continue with our little game. But what did you want from me if you called?”

I briefly explained the situation with the lack of a purse. Makar Sergeyevich, apparently, was a true gentleman: he called me a taxi and no longer tried to harass me. He pleased me with this attitude, although deep down I wanted him to show more interest in me.

“I won’t say goodbye. Judging from the fact that you were present today, you will be in the next two meetings.” He winked at me and closed the car door.

“Hell! Two more meetings? Edward didn’t warn me about this!”

Although, of course, it was logical, given the length of the trip and the importance of the subject. I looked at the buildings of Saint Petersburg and the bridges over the canals that passed rapidly, and I thought about what else was waiting for me. My heart ached with anticipation. So much so that blood ran into my vagina and my head made a noise.

I thought back to the episode of the meeting and realized that I really liked the fact that I sucked the regional development leader and he, damn, liked it.

It turned me on, so I glanced at the taxi driver, who was completely engrossed in the road and the radio, and silently shoved my hand under my skirt.

I imagined how Edward and Makar Sergeyevich were fucking me at the same time, and Alex’s beautiful penis danced in my mouth and, instantly getting wet, I put two fingers in me. My thoughts shifted to that image and my senses heightened. Moving my fingers at the pace I needed, I bit my lower lip and looked, looked at the endless stars spinning over me…

The taxi came to the hotel. By this time, I had already managed to go limp from an orgasm and came to my senses. I felt rested. Everything was good for me, except for one detail, which now had to be clarified.

After thanking the taxi driver, I entered the building and walked purposefully to our room with Edward. My patience ran out and I was going to make a fuss, because Edward’s attitude towards me somehow didn’t suit me at all!

When I entered the room, which for some reason was open, the first thing I saw was Edward, sitting on the bed and supporting his head with his hand as if desperate. On the nightstand next to him was a nearly empty glass and a bottle of brandy still full.

We shouted almost simultaneously:

“Thank God you’re alive!!!”

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There was silence. He looked at me in shock, like I’d come back from the dead, and I started to boil with anger.

“How could you make me…?! How could you leave me there??? No, I’ll tell you first.” I stopped him with a gesture, seeing that he tried to say something as his pathetic excuse. “I’m not a doll, okay? I signed up for an unusual sexual relationship with you, but not for you to use me to the best of your ability! I too am human and I also have feelings! Do you have any idea how I felt there? And how was it I had to ask for help from the regional development chief himself!”

Edward gasped:

“WHAT?”

I kept looking at him. Then calmly said, although my tone did not bode well:

“So you only heard about the leader, right? So you don’t care what happened to me, you son of a bitch? So you care about your own skin?”

“Elvira, I…” He began to stammer. I was silent, because it was completely atypical for the brutal and domineering Edward.

“Well, I’ll hear what you have to say.”

“I had no idea that you stayed there… I thought you ran away from there before the meeting!”

“Are you stupid?” I asked.

Wow, before I would never allow myself to communicate with my boss like THAT!

“The door was closed, how could I escape?”

“How could I know?” He snapped. “You are unpredictable, Elvira, and you might as well have escaped! I really thought you ran away… I didn’t know where to look for you! I was terribly worried and barely heard what was said at the meeting! I… was afraid I had lost you…”

Edward covered his face with his hand. It was evident that his heart really was not in his place and that the last words were not easy for him.

I walked over to him and put my hands on his shoulders. I started to massage them. They were terribly tense…

“Okay, forgive me for yelling.” I muttered. “I thought you left me.”

“Well, I’m not a goat, Elvira!” Edward turned to me with warmth in his eyes. He smelled of alcohol. “I can, of course, do shameless things with you, but those that do not threaten your life or your health. Today I realized that you mean a lot to me.”

“But that doesn’t mean more than my wife.” He finished. I shuddered. And then this bitch Sofia came in! “Elvira, tell me as soon as possible, how did you end up in such a situation? Where were you then and why the hell did you contact Makar Sergeyevich?”

I doubted. Then I weighed all the pros and cons. Where to tell the truth and where to lie. Edward waited patiently. I finally decided to tell him the truth. After all, he wasn’t averse to giving Alex a blowjob. What could change? And I told him everything from beginning to end. I especially emphasized the fact that I did not betray him or myself with Makar Sergeyevich.