A revealing selfie sparks a steamy exchange between a woman and her take-charge boss, leading to an explosive corporate merger.

My most shameful slip-up actually led to the hottest sex of my life! It all started when I accidentally texted a picture of my pussy to my boss. It wasn’t just any crotch shot, either. Oh no, this was full frontal with fingers involved. I was parting my labia, my camera close enough to catch the glimmer of my bathroom light reflecting off my very wet, pink flesh.

I was bored and horny, intending to send the dirty picture to the guy I’d met at the bar the night before. But one careless screen tap later, I’d made a colossal blunder — or so I feared.

Almost immediately, ellipses appeared in my boss’s chat bubble, confirming Derek had most definitely seen my message. And he was replying!

My breath caught in my chest. The anticipation was killing me.

Finally, salvation arrived in the form of a little text bubble: “Want me to pretend I never saw this?”

A simple “yes, please” was all it would have taken to put a cap on my most embarrassing error to date. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to type the words. I mean, if he wasn’t interested at all, he’d have shut me down completely. Posing a question implied that he might be interested in more. Right?

And I’ve always thought my boss was insanely hot.

Deciding to go for broke, I took a deep breath and typed out, “You could, or you could show me something in return.”

There were those damned ellipses again, mocking me while I waited impatiently to learn if I had just made the best or worst decision of my career.

Finally, my phone chimed.

“What did you have in mind?” read his text.

Relief washed over me in calming waves, followed by unadulterated excitement. The ball was back in my court, and things were going very well. Still, he’d asked an excellent question. What did I have in mind for his photo? I couldn’t ask for a dick pic, or could I? That felt like something you should build toward — even if I did come in hot sending a full-frontal pussy to start this whole thing.

After waffling for a few seconds, I settled on starting out slow. A sexy mirror selfie was the perfect request to test the waters.

“I’ve always wondered what you’re hiding under those starched button-down shirts,” I typed.

Cue the butterflies taking flight in my belly while I waited impatiently for his reply. Fortunately, he didn’t leave me hanging for long. Before my screen could fade to black, Derek was back with another message.

There was my boss’s bare chest — lean, muscular and shirtless. I’d definitely seen him leaving the office with a gym bag before, but I hadn’t expected such an athletic physique. Clearly, the suits he wore every day were doing us all a great disservice.

A dusting of hair covered his chest, accentuating his pecs. From there my eyes wandered down, skimming over his flat belly and down to the waistband of his pants.

Why hadn’t I asked him to take those off?

Derek’s thumb was hooked on a belt loop, tugging the front of his jeans down enough to give me a peek at the spot where his abs cut into a “V” that pointed down to his dick.

“Am I everything you expected?”

Was he kidding? Just one topless picture had me fogging up my phone screen.

“Everything and more. Now take off those jeans so I don’t have to keep using my imagination.”

“No, no. It’s your turn to take off your shirt.”

Thanks to my earlier texting escapade, I was already bottomless. But my T-shirt remained firmly in place. A quick glance at the mirror across the room confirmed my bedhead hair gave off a just fucked look. Perfect.

I whipped the thin cotton top over

my head and tossed it onto my pillow, then I grabbed my phone and opened up the camera. Years of snapping provocative selfies had taught me tit pics should always be taken using the phone’s front lens. With that in mind,

I flipped the view and leaned forward until only my abs, breasts and puckered lips were in the frame.

This time, Derek didn’t bother responding with words. He already knew what I wanted, and damn, did he deliver! His next picture was taken in a new room — one that had a full-length mirror.

There wasn’t a stitch of clothing to be seen in that shot. My eyes devoured the image, from his muscular legs to his sexy, crooked smile. One hand held

his phone and the other fisted his rock-solid dick. I know Derek’s hands are on the larger side, and yet those hands the size of dinner plates were dwarfed by his dick. The shaft extended several inches beyond his fist, and it looked as though he couldn’t close his fingers around his girth.

My eyes widened. I wondered what my little hands would look like holding a dick so big. What would it feel like to suck him into my mouth and take him down my throat?

I wished I could reach through the screen and replace his hand with my own. Oh, what I would have given to run my fingers over his shaft!

Snapping back to the moment, I sent him an emoticon with heart eyes, followed by a question, “Now what can I do for you?”

Within seconds, he answered, “Lay back on the bed and show me how you finger yourself.”

I’d already started to stroke my clit while I eye-fucked his drool-worthy picture, so that request was particularly easy to fulfill. I crawled up to the head of my bed and reclined on the pillows, angling my back so I was comfortable enough to both give myself pleasure and capture the moment on camera.

First, I recorded a quick clip of my index finger gently caressing my clit. I sent that along to Derek and asked, “Like this?”

“Oh, yeah. Now dip that finger inside your pussy and slide it in and out. Show me how you fuck yourself.”

Being the diligent employee I am, I followed my boss’s directions to a “T.” After circling my clit a few more times, I slithered down into my slit and massaged my folds. Once my finger was thoroughly coated in my juices, I slipped it right inside my pussy.

My cunt’s muscles rippled around my digit, urging it to dive just a little bit deeper. I crooked my finger so it pressed against the most sensitive spot inside my snatch. Oh God, did that feel fucking good!

When I stopped documenting the action, I didn’t bother pulling my finger from my pussy. Why should I? It was much more fun to keep fucking myself while I waited for further instructions.

“I want to see how wet you are. Take out that finger and show me,” Derek ordered.

Once again, I gave him exactly what he wanted, right down to catching the way the light reflected off of my dewy fingers, making them glimmer. As an added bonus, I panned up so he could watch me lick my juices off. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked the slippery digit into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around it until I’d lapped up every bit of my wetness.

The video was a little on the long side, so I bided my time by playing with my pussy some more, while I waited for his reaction. I laid my phone on my mound and rested my wrist on top of it, pushing it down so the corner nudged my clit. When Derek texted me back, the phone’s vibration gave me a little thrill. I imagined he was there in bed with me, rolling a buzzing sex toy over my clit.

I flipped the phone up to look at the screen and was excited to see it was my turn to watch a video. There was a close-up of Derek holding his oversized dick. Three to four inches of it extended beyond his fingers, and he definitely wasn’t able to close his fist around it.

He pumped his cock hard, getting so into it that the picture was little shaky. Then he sped up even more, his fist moving so fast his hand kept slipping up and over his flared cockhead. His muscles tensed up, accentuating all the grooves and cuts in his abs and upper thighs. When thick, white come jetted from the top of Derek’s dick, I closed my eyes and pretended he was actually fucking my mouth, spilling his hot seed right down my throat.

That image pushed me rapidly toward my own peak. My hips bucked hard against my hand, but my body still hummed with unspent sexual energy. I pressed the heel of my palm to the top of my cleft to massage my clit. Just that little bit of force was all my body needed to pop off like fireworks.

My pussy twitched, gripping my fingers as though they might offer some salvation. The electric sensations sparked everywhere, making my toes curl and my fingers flex.

As my orgasm ebbed, I let myself ride the final waves of my pleasure. In my mind, I could still see Derek’s fist gliding up and down his long, thick erection. The man’s body was a masterpiece, right down to his very generous package.

The handsome stranger from the bar

was totally forgotten as I began considering all of the creative ways I could have fun with Derek and his big dick.

My phone buzzed, breaking my reverie as it announced the final message I would receive that evening.

“Watching your videos drove me absolutely wild. I want to fuck you bad.”

And on that note, I was left alone with my own thoughts, conjuring up all sorts of ideas about what might happen when we next saw each other.

The following morning at the office, Derek’s assistant emailed me a request to meet with my boss after lunch. The appointment blocked out three consecutive hours on my calendar, directly before my weekly team meeting.

Of course, that also meant my morning was a wash. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t focus on the materials for my presentation, let alone accomplish anything else. Instead, I spent the majority of my time pushing away dirty thoughts as I imagined what my boss could do to me in those three glorious hours.

By the time I headed to Derek’s office, I hadn’t done more than drink a cup of coffee and brush my teeth to freshen up for our appointment.

When I arrived, his assistant’s desk was unoccupied and her computer switched off, but his door was ajar. I peeked past it, straining to see if Derek was inside.

“Come in, and please, close the door behind you,” he said.

Startled, I hurried into the office and pulled the door closed against my back, flipping the lock closed as casually as possible. Just in case.

 Derek stood before the window with his back to me, making it impossible to gauge his mood.

“I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Your assistant wasn’t at her desk, and I wasn’t sure if I should come in.”

He turned to face me. His lips lifted into a smile that highlighted the dimple that pierced his chin.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s been instructed to enjoy a very long lunch. She won’t be back for hours.”

No wonder he’s the boss — he thought of everything!

Now that I knew what Derek was hiding beneath his tailored suit, I saw things a bit differently. For example, I knew his broad shoulders were not an illusion created by overstuffed shoulder pads. He was the real deal. And every bulge in the fabric was created by completely natural factors — including the very large one I spied just beneath his waistband.

Derek gestured to the space next to him and said, “Please, join me.”

I walked toward him on shaky legs, wondering what he had in store for me. His demeanor was even and gave virtually nothing away.

In my fantasies, an office hookup often began with a rakish executive sweeping his arm across a paper-strewn desk, clearing the items to the floor in a frantic display that proved how desperate he was to get naked with me.

In reality, Derek’s desk was neat and orderly, his manner quiet.

“Place both hands on the desk and spread your legs,” he said.

I was nervous and stumbled as I turned to face the furniture. But Derek was right there to place a hand on my back to steady me. He caressed me with a gentle stroke of his thumb. That simple gesture excited me.

Once I was positioned the way he wanted, Derek sank to his knees behind me. His fingers snaked around my ankles, setting my skin alight with his touch. He skated his fingers up my calves, slowly and sensually tracing my muscles with his fingertips.

When he reached my knees, he placed a kiss on the sensitive indent on the back of each leg before journeying even higher. He skimmed his hands along the sides of my thighs, dragging my skirt up along the way. The hem of my pencil skirt got caught beneath my curvy ass, but with a little yank from Derek, the fabric soon cleared my humps and was banded around at my hips.

Derek stood and took a step back to admire his handiwork.

“Beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers toyed with my lacy thong. 

He tugged my wispy undies down, letting them fall to the floor. Then he helped me step out of the confining elastic loops, lifting one stiletto-clad foot at a time.

Once I was unfettered, he stood and turned me to face him. He leaned in, brushing his lips over my ear as he whispered, “I want you to go into your next meeting with my scent all over you.”

His knuckles rubbed against my mound, grazing my clit.

“I want you to stand up there and give your presentation, feeling that sweet soreness between your legs, and remember me bending you over this desk and fucking you so hard you forgot your own name.”

He balled up my delicate panties with his masculine hand and lifted them to my lips saying, “So you’re not too loud.”

I knew what he wanted, so I relented and allowed him to stuff the underwear between my lips to muffle my cries. I’d carefully selected that particular pair in the event my boss made a physical advance. But I hadn’t expected them to be nestled inside my mouth!

Once I was muzzled by my panties, he rewarded me with a kiss on the cheek and said, “As always, you exceed my expectations.”

Derek slipped his hand between our bodies and worked his fingers into my folds.

“Wet already,” he said with a smile. “Exactly what I like to see. Turn around again and bend over the desk.”

I resumed my previous position. I couldn’t see what Derek was doing, but I did hear a jingle of metal when he unfastened his belt and let his slacks drop to the floor.

He stepped close to me and reached around to my front, nestling his hand between my thighs. He palmed my wet pussy, then slipped his fingers inside me, stretching my hole and readying me for that massive dick.

Next, I felt his warm, velvety rod slipping between my thighs. Then the flared head of his cock pressed against my opening. I moaned as he fully seated himself inside me. I groaned softly, hoping my underwear would muffle most of the sound. It was the middle of the day, and we worked in a busy office. Anyone could have been outside. 

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispered in my ear. I clenched my muscles, squeezing his prick with my pussy, and he moaned helplessly.

Keeping his big, beautiful dick buried deep inside me, Derek returned his hand to my clit. He pressed a fingertip to the swollen bud and circled it slowly. I felt tingling sensations spread from my pussy outward, suddenly consuming me entirely. He kissed my shoulder, then my neck and finally my earlobe.

“Perfection,” he whispered.

His free hand fell on the small of my

back and pressed me down onto the desk.

“I dreamed about this moment all night long,” he drawled. “So far it seems we’re an excellent fit.”

Derek began moving in and out of me with lightning fast speed. His first thrust would have sent me flying across the desk had his hand not been on my back, holding me firmly in place.

My fingers flexed atop the glossy wooden desktop. Derek’s dick pummeled me perfectly, and my cunt quivered in response. I raised myself up on my toes, angling my body to accept every inch of his dick.

How glad I was to have a mouth full of lace at that moment. It reminded me to keep my noises to a minimum.

By that point, my pussy wasn’t just pulsing. It had clamped down on Derek’s dick, gripping him with all its might while my juices overflowed from where our bodies met as my climax raged.

A loud grunt followed by a change in rhythm hinted Derek was close to coming, as well. He pistoned his dick into my pussy, trading erratic movements for slow, forceful thrusts.

Once Derek had pumped the last of his come into me, he pulled out and closed my legs up tight.

“Can you handle sitting through a meeting with a cunt full of come?”

Still unable to speak thanks to the panties that filled my mouth, I nodded instead.

“I’m so glad,” he said. “I’ll be there to catch your presentation. Don’t worry, though. We still have plenty of time to ourselves to prepare.”

I’m not sure if I would qualify fucking until I couldn’t walk straight as preparation. But it did help me to reach a very Zen level of relaxation. I walked into that meeting feeling on top of the world, knowing that at the end of the day, my boss would be on top of me!