EroticReverie

Princess Nightengale

It was three days before my next shift I realized as I drove home. After the admission that came so bluntly from Paul, I was worked up into a tizzy. 

When Mike had sent me a message telling me to come over after work.  I’d lied to my parents telling them I was still doing inventory and headed to his house. 

I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty for what happened, because…nothing happened.  Except for my boss telling me he wanted to fuck me.  

I could feel how wet I was , as I sat in my car wiggling in my seat as I drove to mikes.  

To his surprise , when he let me in through the garage door quietly I didn’t start another argument.  Because that’s all we’d been doing since I got the job a few weeks ago. Arguing about how much I worked. Which was NOT that much. Arguing about how he thinks I’m not attracted to him and that’s why we’re not having sex. I’d been mad at him earlier in the day. Avoiding his texts and calls. So when I agreed to come over. I’m sure he was expecting an argument but I didn’t say anything as I grabbed him and pulled him to me and grabbed his face as I gave him a filthy amount of tongue action while pressing my body to his. 

It takes him a brief second of surprise before taking advantage of my mood and he grabs my ass and squeezes it and pulls me into him and I can feel how instantly hard he gets as he keeps rubbing on my ass as our mouths tangle with one another’s. 

Did I want to have sex that night? Yes. A thousand times yes. Did I let Mike have it? No. 

But we did make out hardcore on his couch in the dark while we dry humped with our clothes on until he came. 

We did the same thing again the next day.  No talking. Just him coming over. Us making out with my parents upstairs , leaving the basement door open while I rubbed my pussy back and forth through my clothes and his over the bulge in his sweat pants. 

“Let me fuck you baby” he pleaded. I shook my head and he groaned. Giving up and cumming again in his pants. 

He’d stopped pressuring me and making remarks , I think he thought he was getting closer to the end game with me so he let up a little on being a prick. 

The next day was the first time I felt a little guilty. Because as I grinding myself on him again , while his hands were on my tits over my bra I’d closed my eyes kissing him and pretend he was my boss. Which is why I was almost seconds away from telling him I was ready.  Seconds away from letting Mike take my virginity , all while thinking of another guy. Not a guy.  A man.  This time I came too. Except I was thinking of someone else when I did. 

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“Come to my office when you get here” an unknown number texts me a half an hour before I have to be at work. 

“Mr.Porter?” I take a guess because who else could it be?

“Yes. I have something for you.” He replies. 

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.” I reply and feel the heat between my legs return as that deep want stirs in my belly.

I was already dressed so I figured I could head in early to see what he had for me. Was it ..a written report? Some kind of employee gift bag? 

I check myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a tight ditzy floral ruched dress with thin spaghetti straps. I knew it was probably on the edge of dress code. So I paired the tight black dress with tiny little daises with a matching black cardigan that I buttoned all the way except for one , to make sure the excessive cleavage the dress gave me was hidden. I slipped on some black flats and made my way into work. 

I wear my hair down because I remember him making a comment about how pretty it looked one time last week when I’d worn it entirely down. 

I brush my teeth once more and then gloss my lips and find myself growing insanely giddy as I drive to work. 

I was working five to eight in the shoe department today with Becca , who was twenty six and super nice and my favorite to work with. 

Should I be this excited to go to work? It’s not work that you’re excited about Princess I scold myself as I bite my lip and close the door to my car and make my way into the department store. 

I get a large smile from Jorge one of the men in the jewelry department who was probably my favorite employee of all , being that he constantly hyped me up and told me how gorgeous I was all the time. And it was completely fine because I was not Jorges type. I was a missing a certain appendage between my legs that Jorge looked for. 

“Lookin good mama” he clicks his tongue and winks. 

I laugh and thank him as I wave to him and then to the other sales people. 

“Love that dress!” Claire an older woman says. 

“Dont you just look as cute as a button” she gushes. I blush and thank her and then continue to the back of the store and then go to Paul’s office. 

“Come in” I hear his voice behind the door after I knock. Slowly turning the knob and peeking my head inside. 

This was the first I was seeing him after what happened outside of my car.  The first time I was seeing him after him telling me he wanted to kiss me everywhere and oh yeah, fuck me. 

My lacy panties were already damp with the excitement that had been building all day in school and then after getting ready for work and the drive over. 

His head turns from his desk that he’s leaning over holding a pen in one hand.  

“Well come in, close the door” he says and sets the pen down and I do as he says. Stepping all the way in. 

Once I close the door I look back to him and find his eyes giving me a slow up and down perusal. 

I stand there , feeling my nipples prick inside of my dress with the way he's looking at me , his jaw ticks and turns in his seat and leans back slightly. 

“That’s quite a dress” he says. 

“It’s long enough” I say and lower my hand to show him my finger tips just touch the hem. 

“Mm” he makes a soft hum of agreement. 

After a moment he finally looks up at me , his eyes on mine and then on my cardigan. 

“Do I dare ask to see the whole dress ?” He asks cocking a brow and I give a little blush and I shrug. 

“It has spaghetti straps and I know we’re not allowed to wear them so I put the cardigan on and it also-“ I say but I’m cut off. 

“Show me.” He says. 

My mouth freezes and I look at him. 

“Show you?” I ask and he nods. 

“The dress.” He says and then gestures to my top. 

“Take that sweater thing off. It’s hot back here.” He says giving me an excuse to show off my dress and I swallow. 

It wasn’t hot back here. But I lift my hands and unbutton my cardigan and watch his eyes follow my fingers as I undo each button. His nostrils flaring as I work my way down exposing more and more of my chest and then watch him shift in his seat as I shrug it off my shoulders and slip it off my arms and then set it over the back of the chair beside the wall. 

“Still with your boyfriend?” He asks and I feel myself laugh slightly. I nod.

“Yes.” I answer. 

He shakes his head. 

“It’s truly a shame , that a body like yours is wasted on some little punk who probably doesn’t even know how to make you cum.” He says and his eyes flick up to mine as I gasp. 

“Does he make you cum Princess?” He asks and I shift on my feet and look down and I shrug. 

“Does he make you cum on his cock?” He asks and I look at him again and feel my pussy clench for those dirty words. 

“I…we haven’t..done that” I say and he nods. 

“How many guys have you blessed with your body Princess?” He asks and I shake my head.  

“I….Mike…hes my …boyfriend. He’s the first guy I’ve actually dated.” I say. 

“Princess?” He calls my name in question when I look away. 

“Are you a virgin?” He asks and suddenly the label feels so revealing and I’m for the first time embarrassed of holding that title.  Would he think I was some square prude and lose interest ?

“Yes.” I answer softly and he bites his teeth together and then inhales slowly. Exhaling even slower. 

“Do you plan on giving your virginity to this boyfriend of yours?” He asks and I swallow.  

“No. I don’t think so.” I answer honestly. I watch his nostrils flare and he just looks at me and at my breasts that are heaving with each tense breath i take.  Okay , maybe the room WAS too hot now. 

“Sit.” He says and as I walk over to the chair next to his desk he pats his desk. 

“Sit up here.” He says and I pause and look to his hand patting my impromptu seat. 

I move over and push my ass up onto the edge. My hands on the edge and slide back letting my feet leave the floor. 

“God” he says as he turns and faces me and I inhale as he lifts his hands and then places them between my own and the sides of my legs. 

“Do you know how bad I want to put my hands on you?” He asks and looks up at me and I shake my head slightly. 

“I want to touch your soft thighs and push them apart and open you nice and wide and take good look at your virgin pussy” he says and I gasp and exhale shakily as I feel my entire body shiver. 

“I want to watch it drip while I tell you all the things i want to do to it with my mouth, my fingers, and my cock” he says and I let out the slightest whimper. 

He lets out a low groan. 

“Fuck , you’re killing me” he says and bites his lip and looks away. His hands leaving the desk and running through his hair. 

“God damn” he lifts his hand to his mouth and growls as he bites a knuckle. 

“Anyways.” He shakes his head. “Fuck”

I lick my lips and he reaches to the floor for a black box and then lifts it. He sets it on the desk beside me. 

“For you.” He nods to it. 

“A…a present?” I ask and he looks at me and nods. 

I can’t help the smile that comes over me. Because Mike hadn’t bought me one god damn thing. Not a single flower. Or anything.  

I look at the box and reach my hand over and lift the top. I already knew it was shoes because I looked at these boxes all day long. 

I inhale and my eyes go to the shoes peeking out from the tissue paper over them. 

They were the black strappy Steve Madden heels I’d been trying on the night of doing inventory. And while they weren’t as expensive as the other designer shoes we carried they were still pricey at around a hundred dollars. 

“Oh my gosh” I say as I push the tissue paper back. 

“They’re the ones you had on the other night right?” He asks and I nod. 

“But I can’t…I can’t accept these, thats way too much money and I-“

“Nonsense” he says cutting me off. 

“Those shoes belong on you.” He says. 

“Mister Porter I can’t” I say as I look at the shoes I’ve been eyeing because they’d be the first splurge I’d make with my paycheck this week. But…he’d bought them instead. 

“Yes. You can. It’s rude to refuse a gift.” He says and I look at him. 

“Plus. They’re more for me. Being able to see you in them.” He says and I bite my lip as he reaches down and pulls off my flats and he grabs my foot and I can’t help the soft giggle that escapes as his fingers brush the arch of my foot. 

He looks down and studies my foot in his hands and I watch as his hands move back and forth over it. Along the top. Along the sides. One hand coming to my ankle to hold it as he lifts the other and grabs the shoe for that foot. 

“Are you sure? They’re so expensive” I whisper and he slips it on my manicured toes shining a  soft baby pink and I wiggle them slightly. 

“Princess….I’ll gladly buy you every shoe out there” he says and and bite my lips together. 

“That’s a pretty big bill” I say jokingly. 

“Worth every damn penny if I get to dress you up and spoil you” he says and I lick my lips. Both of us looking at his hands as he ties the straps up around mid calf. And I look at my decorated foot as he starts on the other. 

“Got to have my shoe sales girl wearing some of the best if she’s going to be selling shoes, don’t I?” He asks. 

“I was going to buy them” I say with a little blush. 

“And now you don’t have to.” He says and his hand gently lets down my leg. His hand skimming up the back of my calf as both my legs now dangle in a new pair of shoes. 

“And anytime you want another pair. You tell me. I’ll get them for you.” He says. 

“Mister Porter, I can’t” I shake my head. 

“As your boss, I demand it.” He says with a cocked brow and I swallow. 

“I’m not allowed to buy my own shoes?” I ask. His hand still stroking the back of my calf. 

“Your shoes.  Your clothes.  I want to buy them.” He says as his hand gives a soft firm grip at my calf. 

“If I can’t have you, at least let me dress you up, spoil you, treat you like that absolute fucking Princess you are” he says and I bite my lip. 

“I don’t want anything in return.  Just let me spoil you.” He says and I swallow. 

I nod and he gives me a slow grin. 

“I want to buy your bras and panties too. “ he says. 

I inhale shakily. 

“I want you to have something I bought pressed against that sweet center of yours everyday.” He says and I feel my chest lift with my deep breath. 

His eyes go to my breasts. 

“And I want something I bought , cupping those gorgeous tits” he says and I audibly whimper at the compliment and the idea of letting him dress me. 

“You’ve got great tits Princess” he says and his jaw clenches as he lifts his eyes to mine. 

“Th-thank you” I stumble over my simple words. 

“You’re welcome” he grins and then leans in and I gasp slightly as his nose nudges the top of my dress along where my cleavage begins , barely touching them and then lifts his eyes to me. 

“Can I kiss them?” He asks and I exhale shakily and fuck. I nod. I give him the green light because I’d never wanted a man to kiss me so bad before. Especially not on my breasts. 

“Mmm Princess, I think I’m the one being spoiled here” he says and I feel goosebumps prick my skin as he pushes his mouth to my upper chest and then is moving his mouth in soft slightly lingering kisses over my breasts. 

“God” he groans and his nose slips up along my cleavage and then to my collar bone and I let out a soft moan as his mouth lays its first kiss to my neck. 

“Mister Porter” I exhale quietly and my eyes flutter and roll back in my head as his tongue licks the same spot and then he sucks it gently. 

“Oh” I let out a soft cry as he stops and then kisses up my neck further. 

“Princess” he groans my name in my ear. Already lifted out of his seat and his hands braced on the side of the desk as I whimper at the feel and sound of his breath in my ear. 

“You going to be a good Princess and let me kiss that mouth?” He asks and I bite my lip and give a defeated whimper. 

“Yes” I breathe. 

“When I kiss you Princess, that means you’re mine” he whispers and kisses the sensitive spot just below my neck. 

“You ready to make me your king?” He growls quietly and I gasp as his voice rumbles in my ear and down my spine and I nod frantically. 

“Yes” I answer.  “Yes” I repeat and he groans. 

“You break up with that boy tonight.” He says and I nod in agreement. 

“You break up with him tonight, and then tomorrow, you get here early for your shift, come to my office Princess, and I’ll kiss your mouth and every other place on your body that you wish” he says. 

I whimper. 

“Please” I cry and he shushes me. 

“Not now. When I kiss you, I want to know you’re mine” he says and I listen to my audible whine. 

“Now be a good girl and cover up and get to work”