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slipped to the ground and left me bare breasted in front of my boss.
     
    “You’re not wearing a bra,” he said matter-of-factly. “Only sluts walk around with a bra. Are you a slut Anna?’
     
    “Do you want me to be?” I countered.
     
    He chuckled darkly. “What I want is for you to bring those tits over here.”
     
    I crossed the room to him slowly, the heels of my shoes tapping on the floor. My nipples were erect in the cool air, but I couldn’t blame how wet I was on the room temperature.
     
    “Sit on the edge of my desk and spread your legs.” Obediently, I did, hiking up my red pencil skirt to reveal my plain white panties. The entire crotch was soaked with my juices, and the wet spot was obvious to his eyes. “I’ve been able to smell how wet you are since you walked into this office. You’re absolutely dripping for it. I always knew that good girl thing was an act. I think you are a slut, Anna. You might have even forgotten that meeting on purpose, just to give yourself an excuse.” He groped my tits roughly, pinching my nipples until they were bright red and swollen.
     
    “I bet you think about me at night, don’t you?” he observed. “When you’re alone in your bed, you put your fingers inside your pussy and think about your nasty stepbrother James.”
     
    I flushed because he was right. I had masturbated more than once with his face in my mind over the years. A favorite fantasy had me spread out on one of the big project tables while he pounded into my pussy. I just hoped I could satisfy him with a blowjob. It was still cheating on Harry, but it didn’t feel quite as wrong as going all the way.
     
    “Touch yourself.”
     
    “What?” I asked, slamming my legs shut, slightly horrified at the thought of him watching me with those intense eyes.
     
    “You heard me. I want to watch you do everything you do to yourself at night.” He smiled before adding, “Do it or no deal.”
     
    Trembling, I reopened my legs and lowered my right hand between them, cupping my mound. My left hand went to my breast and slowly rubbed my nipples, lighting little sparks of pleasure across my nerves.
     
    I traced the outline of my pussy through the damp white cotton covering it. I slide my finger along the slit before sliding upwards to push inside my panties. I let my eyes slide partially shut, enough so that the room was less focused and I could imagine I was safe at home. Nothing strange was going on. I was just laying in my bed releasing some tension after a long day.
     
    I was soaking wet and there was no denying that I was aroused by this whole situation. I started rubbing my clit in small circles. I couldn’t hold back the low moans. “James,” I gasped. “Do you want me to take them off?”
     
    “Yes,” he answered, his voice clipped. I reopened my eyes to see his pants were undone and his cock was in his hands. That sight combined with my fantasies was too much and I climaxed, biting back a shriek as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
     
    “I didn’t say you could come.” His voice was cold.
     
    “I’m sorry, James,” I answered as soon as I found my voice again. “I am a slut. I saw your cock and it turned me on so much that I came before I could stop myself.”
     
    “You’ll have to be punished then.” His voice sounded almost gleeful. “Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
     

 
     
    “So,” he began, “you like to be watched.”
     
    That was not what I was expecting.
     
    I looked up to see him leaning against his desk, blue eyes twinkling with an amusement that drained the coiled tension out of me.
     
    My lips curled into a smile. “I do. I don’t think I’m the only one.”
     
    He laughed. “You most definitely are not. I always knew the two of us had a lot in common. I never realized just how much it was.”
     
    “Did you know it was me from the beginning, Aaron?” I asked, relaxing back into the soft leather chair, allowing my legs to