Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

Jessie

Jessie bent over and grabbed another stack of papers from the box, keenly aware of Mr. Murphy’s eyes on her ass. She knew her skirt was short enough that he could clearly see her pink panties when she bent over. He’d specified early on that when she was bending over to pick up things, she had to do so without bending her knees, or to do so very sparingly. It wasn’t anything new for her, though. It was the same routine for her during the week, though that was normally only a couple of days for a few hours.

Her boss had called her in on Saturday only once before, so this instance seemed a little odd. She was a little concerned at what he wanted, but quickly realized that she needn’t have been. He’d never tried to get her to touch him and had never openly touched her anywhere he shouldn’t have.

Her boss’s company had recently taken on a bunch of accounts from another firm and it was her job to get it all sorted and filed. He was working on a particular account, going over things that she found that pertained to it, and she hadn’t finished sorting everything quite yet.

Sure, everything was piled in lots of boxes in his office, and yeah… maybe he liked her to wear short skirts, but as she’d clearly stated to people before, she was an exhibitionist! Being an exhibitionist only worked if someone was looking!

Still though, it eventually did tend get a little tedious. When her boss had realized that she didn’t mind if he looked, the floodgates had opened, so to speak. He was constantly kneeling down behind her, taking pictures of her ass with his phone, or getting her to bend over in a particular fashion. It was all fun and games, she supposed, and he paid her a ridiculous amount of money too, so that certainly didn’t hurt things.

She had to cover a laugh and a smile at one point when he’d lain on the ground and asked her to walk over him. She’d done it of course, even stopping to stand over his head for a bit, pretending to read a file while standing over his face. Eventually, he’d stood and disappeared to the bathroom for a good length of time, coming back all flushed and looking satisfied.

It was pretty clear what he’d been doing, and it happened at least once a shift. Still, she felt like she could safely tell him that he could just jerk off in there, and save him the trouble of trying to hide what he was doing, but she didn’t want to embarrass him. Plus, she knew that some guys liked the whole mysterious aspect of pretending that they were gonna get caught or even wanted to. She couldn’t really tell with him though, and actually he seemed to think she didn’t know what was going on, or so it seemed at times. Maybe that was part of the excitement, thinking she was just a clueless bimbo.

Saturday morning had been no different as far as her boss was concerned. For about thirty minutes, he had her doing some actual work. Finally, after having stared at her skirt-covered ass for a while, he stood and walked over to her.

She was kneeling and facing away from him, going through a box of papers and separating them into piles. He walked over to her and lay on the ground, scooting up underneath her as she looked back curiously.

“Stand up on your knees and spread them a bit,” he said.

She smiled and covered her mouth. He’d never gotten this close to her! She giggled and did as he asked, straightening up and spreading her knees and ankles out to accommodate him. Her skirt stretched as she spread her legs, letting him wriggle underneath her, her knees on either side of his head.

He sighed happily as she knelt there for a few minutes, quietly admiring her panties from below. Eventually her knees began to hurt as it wasn’t all that comfortable of a position, so she glanced down.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to move, Mr. Murphy,” she said. “This isn’t comfortable on my knees.”

He nodded. “You can sit down if you need to, I don’t mind,” he said.

She raised an eyebrow, but then snickered quietly to herself as she thought about what he wanted her to do. Biting her lip, she slowly began to lower herself until she felt her skirt getting in the way. Reaching back, she pulled the bottoms up until it slid over the lower part of her rump. Then, she slowly lowered herself until she had settled down on his upturned face.

It was a strange sensation, for sure. He wasn’t licking or anything, and she supposed it was relatively harmless. His nose was pressing into her panties as she settled down on him, though he wasn’t making any effort to move or be dirty with her privates. She was basically just sitting on his face.

“Let me know if you can’t breathe,” she said, trying not to giggle.

“That’s the best part,” he countered, inhaling deeply. “God you smell good.”

She smirked at the comment, but figured that if that’s what he liked, then so be it. It’s not like he was doing anything wrong. He’d asked her to sit, not told. There was definitely a difference.

She continued with sorting and filing, trying to concentrate and not be weirded out by what he was doing. He eventually let her sit down normally, returning to his seat to watch her while he worked.

Feeling a little turned on, she thought briefly about masturbating herself, but then decided that she should save it for Dexter.

As she went through another box, she glanced back and saw the telltale signs of her boss’s arm moving in an up and down motion under his desk. She turned back around quickly, surprised. He’d never done that in the same room with her, and she’d been surprised! She heard his desk chair scoot back and bit her lip nervously, wondering if he was embarrassed or leaving. She heard him walk a few steps toward her and then stand. Realizing that he was just getting closer to see more, she moved back to her knees, bending over and reaching into a box behind several others, giving him a good view of her pretty pink panties.

She glanced back at him and saw that he had his cock out. It looked decently big, from the furtive glance shed’ cast at it. Whimpering internally, she felt an urge to take it in her mouth, but closed her eyes instead, focusing on the work she had to finish before she could go home to Dexter.

“Ignore me,” he whispered behind her. Again she worried for the briefest of seconds that he was going to try and fuck her, but he was merely telling her what he wanted from her.

She didn’t say anything, turned on despite her attempts to not be, and didn’t turn around. Feeling delightfully naughty, she leaned over farther and put her hands in the far box again, reaching in and rummaging around. She could feel the back of her skirt rise up higher and imagined her pink panties peeking into view.

Her boss groaned loudly and as she glanced back briefly, she saw and heard him cumming. Shocked, she turned back to the box and went back to going through the papers.

A few more hoarse grunts came from his throat and he staggered back to his desk.

“God,” he said. “Thank you Jessie. You can call it a day after that box.”

She turned and smiled, seeing the puddle of cum on the carpet and resisting the quiet, sudden urge to go and slurp it up. She smirked and went back to filing. “You’re welcome,” she called.

After she finished, she got in her car and headed back to her apartment. Frowning, she saw that Dex had left and silently hoped that everything was okay as she went inside. Donna and John were up and in the kitchen, both still very nude.

“What did you do?” Jessie asked with a sigh, seeing Donna’s playful smile as she came in.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

John chuckled. “My dirty slut here thought it would be fun to try and provoke him a little bit,” he said, reaching over and slapping Donna hard on the ass.

She giggled in response. “We were just having normal sex,” she protested.

“Normal for you guys maybe,” Jessie said, sighing. “Dex and I are still virgins, so please stop trying to fuck the two of us!”

John and Donna laughed loudly and pulled her close for a hug. She sighed and began to feel like a tiny piece of meat between two pieces of bread. Both of her friends were at least a foot taller than she was.

“Don’t worry baby,” Donna said. “We wouldn’t take that from you.”