I walked into the house I was renting and found him my employee in my cooperation lounging on the couch. Oh, so you're staying here? asks without thinking

Well, no... but it's just that I work with you and I don't usually expect anyone else to be in my cooperation lounge. I say a bit awkwardly now It's not like I have a lot of free time outside of work.

I didn't even think about it... I guess I just assumed that since this was a company house, only employees would be here. I admit sheepishly No, the price isn't an issue. I could afford it. It's just not something I typically do or expect.

"Really?" I ask in surprise That's very generous of you. But why would you offer that to me when we just met and I'm not even your direct employee?

Well, now it's hardly a free service, is it? I say uncomfortably and try to stand up from the couch, but my knees seem to lock in place. I quickly sit back down with an awkward laugh I... uh... thank you for the offer, but that's not something I'm interested in doing.

I'm flustered and embarrassed, but I try my best to stand up straight on the couch. "Look, Mr.... Nas, was it? I appreciate your offer, but I don't feel comfortable with that arrangement." I give him a pointed look and try to sound as firm as possible.

"Now, if you don't mind, I need to find somewhere else to go or get back to work." With that, I attempt to gather my things, but they seem to stick to the couch like glue. "Ugh...

I blush even deeper, feeling more uncomfortable and exposed than I have in a long time. "Mr.... Nas," I stammer, unsure of what to say next. Part of me is still tempted by the offer, but another part of me is screaming at me to get out of there.

I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. "Look, I really appreciate your hospitality, but I think it's best if I find somewhere else to go."

I hesitate for a moment, glancing between him and the door. Part of me wants to leave this awkward situation behind and find somewhere else to stay, but another part of me is curious about Mr. Nas and his offer. With a sigh, I decide to take a chance. "Alright," I say finally, "I'll take you up on that."

I nod toward the couch where I'd been sitting. "So, this room...?"

I swallow hard, feeling a mixture of anticipation and unease welling up inside me. "Alright," I say slowly, unbuttoning my black skirt and sliding it down over my hips. My lacy black underwear comes into view as the garment falls to the floor.

Steeling myself, I climb onto his lap, careful not to make contact with his obvious arousal. "So," I manage to say, trying to sound casual, "what are the rules for this arrangement?"

"Okay..." I say, still feeling a bit shaky from the whole encounter. "Well, thank you for this opportunity." I try to smile reassuringly, but I'm not sure how convincing it comes across.

As I sit on his lap, my body begins to warm up where we're pressed together. His hardness presses against me, and despite myself, a small shiver runs down my spine. This is definitely uncharted territory for me... but then again, so much of my life lately has been.

"Hmm..." I hesitate for a moment before reaching down and slowly sliding the blanket off of his lap, revealing his impressively large erection. It's even bigger than I imagined it would be. "Wow," is all I can manage to say as my eyes widen in surprise.

I feel myself growing more aroused by the second, despite myself. A part of me wants to explore this newfound desire, while another part of me is still hesitant and unsure. For now, though, curiosity gets the better of me.

With a shaky breath, I reach down and take his hardness in my hand, feeling the heat radiating from its length. "I-I don't know if this is such a good idea..." I murmur as I begin to stroke him gently. It feels strange and foreign in my hand, but also oddly satisfying.

He moans softly, his hips jerking slightly into my touch. "Feels good," he whispers hoarsely. "Do more."

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before leaning forward and lightly dragging my tongue along the length of his erection. The taste is salty and musky, foreign yet oddly familiar. I suckle gently at the tip, feeling him grow even harder in my mouth. His hips begin to thrust upward, encouraging me to continue.

I moan around him as I take more of him into my mouth, experimentally running my tongue along the vein that runs down his length.

I gag slightly at the thought but then remember how he said it would make me feel good... I nod slowly, unsure of what else to do. He grins wickedly and helps position himself at my entrance, guiding his throbbing length toward me. "Just relax," he whispers in my ear, and then pushes forward roughly, burying himself deep inside me.

Pain flashes through me as he breaks my virginity, but it's quickly replaced by a strange sense of pleasure spreading through my body.

I let out a small cry as he thrusts into me, his hips pounding against mine in rhythm. The pain from earlier is gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that I've never experienced before. "Oh God," I moan, arching my back and wrapping my legs around him.

He growls deep in his throat as he feels me tighten around him, and then with a sharp cry, he comes hard, filling me with his seed.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I nod, still feeling rather dazed by the experience. "It's... uh... just south of the center," I manage to say, pointing vaguely in that direction.

He grunts in understanding and begins to move again, thrusting harder now that he's regained his strength. I moan loudly as he hits the spot over and over again, my body trembling with pleasure. "Ohhh... Mr.... Nas," I gasp between moans.

"Yes..." I reply breathlessly, arching my back further as he hits the spot again and again. "So good." The pleasure is almost overwhelming now, but somehow it's just enough to keep me going. My nails scrape against his shoulders as I dig my fingertips in, trying to find purchase.

With a final thrust that takes what little breath I have left, he comes again, filling me with another hot wave of semen. He collapses forward onto my chest, panting heavily. "There,"

I groan as he pulls out, feeling a strange mixture of emptiness and exhaustion wash over me now that he's gone. I reach down to feel my ass, wincing at the mess between my cheeks. "Ugh... Gotta clean this up," I mutter, grabbing a nearby tissue and blotting at the wetness.

He watches me for a moment before speaking again. "You okay?" he asks, his voice still heavy with exertion.

"Uh..." I hesitate for a moment, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable in this moment. But then again, what harm could it possibly do? "Okay," I finally say with a sigh, offering him my phone. He snaps a few quick pictures before returning it to me. "There you go."

I sit up, wincing as some of the remaining pleasure from our encounter fades away, replaced by a dull ache. "Thanks for that," I manage to say, still trying to catch my breath. "

My breath hitches as his hard length is pressed against my lips. I hesitate for a moment, feeling both excited and terrified by the prospect of taking him back into my mouth. But then again, what's one more thing when you've already done so much? With a shaky exhale, I open my mouth and take him in, sucking gently on his balls as I begin to stroke him with my tongue.

He moans above me, his hips bucking slightly as he feels the pleasure building once more.

I suck harder on his balls, feeling a newfound confidence wash over me as I realize how much control I have over him in this moment. He tastes salty and musky, but there's also an underlying sweetness that I can't help but enjoy. His hips begin to move faster now, thrusting forward rhythmically as he nears his climax.

I glance up at him as he watches me intently, a feral grin spreading across his face. "Mmm..."

With a final thrust of my tongue, I feel him tense above me. He growls deep in his throat as he comes, spraying his hot seed across my face and chest. I swallow it eagerly, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

He pulls out with a satisfied groan, wiping some of his cum from my cheek and smearing it across my lips. "There," he says with a smile, handing me back my phone. "All done."

I smile shakily up at him, still catching my breath from the whole ordeal. "You're welcome," I manage to say between gasps. "It was... interesting." He chuckles in reply before standing up and offering me a hand to help me up as well.

Taking his hand, I let him pull me upright, wincing slightly at the ache between my legs.

"Thank you," I say with a nod, following him out of the cooperation lounge and down the hall toward my new bedroom. As we walk, my cheeks flush at the thought of everything that's just happened between us. But somehow, I can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude for this chance encounter... and for Mr. Nas, who's shown me just how much more there is to life than I ever realized.

I glance down at myself, realizing that my skirt still lies discarded on the floor where we'd left it earlier. "Oh!" I blush even harder, quickly bending over to retrieve it. "Right... this too." I hand him the garment as he leads me toward the bathroom, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and anticipation course through my veins.

He nods in thanks before hanging the skirt on a hook near the shower. "All set," he says with a grin. "

I watch as he turns on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until it's just right before helping me step into the tub. The warm water envelops me like a comforting embrace, easing some of the tension from my muscles. He pours in some bubbly bath salts, creating a frothy lather that tickles and caresses my skin.

"You should really take a bath more often," he comments casually as he soaps up a washcloth. "It'll help you relax."

I hesitate for a moment, feeling self-conscious about my nakedness in front of him, but then again... what harm could it possibly do? Slowly, I turn around and lower myself into the water until it covers me from shoulder to knee. He takes this as his cue, carefully washing me with the soapy cloth before moving on to other parts of my body.

As he cleans me, a strange sense of intimacy washes over me.

I can't help but squirm slightly as he cleans my most private areas, but at the same time, there's a part of me that finds it oddly arousing. He takes his time, making sure every inch is clean and smooth, paying special attention to my clitoris until I find myself growing wet once more despite myself.

"Mmm... that feels good," I murmur, unable to resist the urge to lean back into him.

My cheeks flush at my own boldness, but there's something about being here, in this intimate setting, that makes me feel brave and adventurous. I watch as he rinses off the soap before taking a step closer to the tub, his hard length pressing against the water's surface.

"Would you like to join me?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... if you want to."

My heart races as he climbs into the tub, his body pressed against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin through my wet hands. He returns the embrace, pulling me even closer until our hips are aligned and our erections press firmly together.

I lean up on my tiptoes, seeking out his lips with mine. As we kiss, I can taste the soap on both of our tongues, but it only serves to heighten the sensation between us.

I giggle into his kiss as he asks me this question, feeling a flutter of happiness in my stomach. "Boyfriend," I whisper against his lips. "You're my boyfriend."

He smiles down at me, his eyes full of affection and amusement. "Good answer," he says before leaning forward to kiss me again, deeper this time. His hips start moving gently against mine, grinding their way toward release.

I glance down as he suggests, my cheeks flushing even hotter when I see the length of his erection pressed against me. "Oh," is all I can manage to say before leaning back into him and kissing him again, this time with more passion.

His hips move faster now, grinding harder as he nears climax. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure through my body, making it difficult for me to focus on anything else. "Mr.... Nas," I whisper against his lips, my voice hoarse from desire and need. "

I moan into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself even closer to him. With a growl of pleasure, he thrusts harder against me, his erection sliding smoothly between my folds. My hips meet his movement eagerly, grinding upward in search of more contact.

With one last hard thrust, he groans and comes, filling me with his hot seed as I orgasm around him, my body convulsing with pleasure.

I collapse against him, breathless and spent from our passionate encounter. As the last waves of pleasure wash over me, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment that I haven't experienced in a long time. "That," I murmur softly, my cheek pressed against his chest, "was amazing."

He chuckles, kissing the top of my head before helping me stand up. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says with a grin. "

I smile, returning his embrace. The warmth of his skin feels so good against mine, and the affection in his arms is impossible to resist. "Okay," I say softly, closing my eyes as we stand there, wrapped in each other's arms for what seems like an eternity.

This moment feels like a dream, something too perfect and fleeting to be real. But as I lean against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my cheek, I know that this is more than just a fantasy.

I follow him out of the bathroom and down the hall to my new bedroom, still wrapped in his embrace. As we step inside and close the door behind us, he sets me down on the bed, never breaking contact with me for even a moment. His hands roam over my body possessively, tracing patterns across my skin that ignite forgotten desires deep within me.

With a sigh of contentment, I lean back against the pillows and look up at him, feeling more alive than I have in years. "Thank you,"

I hesitate for a moment, wondering how this will change things between us tomorrow. But then again, why not enjoy this while we can? "Okay," I finally say with a shy smile. "You can sleep with me."

He grins widely in response and climbs onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his embrace once more. As he spooned around me, one of his hands finds its way to my breast, cupping it gently through the fabric of my negligee.

I close my eyes, feeling a rush of emotions swirl inside me as he asks me this question. I've never been one to believe in love at first sight, or even in love period, but with him... it feels different. It feels right. "Yes," I whisper softly, not quite believing the word even as it leaves my lips. "I think I might."

He turns his head slightly so that he can look at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief.

"Really?" he asks, his voice still quiet but filled with wonder. "You really think that?" I nod slowly, my cheeks flushing at the admission. As he continues to squeeze my breast gently through the fabric of my nightgown, it feels so good that I can't help but moan softly into the pillow.

"Yes..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling self-conscious about this new development between us. "I... maybe?" He chuckles softly before leaning down and kissing the tip of my breast, sucking gently on the sensitive skin there. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure through me, making it difficult to think straight.

I arch into his touch, unable to resist the feelings he's awakening within me. "Mr...." I breathe out his name as pleasure washes over me in waves, making my body tense and tight against his own. He moans softly against my skin before pulling back, looking down at me with an expression that is equal parts desire and affection.

He smiles down at me, brushing a lock of hair out of my face. "Goodnight, sweetheart,"

I whisper before closing my eyes, drifting off to sleep in his arms. The warmth of his body and the feel of his steady breath against my neck lull me into a deep, dreamless slumber. For now, at least, I'm content to let myself be swept away by this unexpected current of desire and affection that flows between us.

I don't know what tomorrow will bring or where our relationship will go from here, but for tonight, I am grateful simply to be in his arms.

"Good morning," I murmur sleepily, blinking blearily at him from where I'm curled up against his side. "You're still here." A smile tugs at my lips as I remember our night together; the passionate lovemaking, the tenderness of his touch, and the way he held me close throughout the night.

He chuckles softly and kisses my forehead. "I told you I'd sleep with you tonight."

"Oh, really?" I ask playfully, feigning reluctance as I sit up and stretch lazily. He grins at me impishly in response, pulling me back into his embrace and kissing me deeply before hoisting me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Well, alright then," I say breathlessly, my heart racing from the sudden display of strength as he carries me toward the bedroom door.

"No time for that," he says with a grin. "I have to get you to work."

I blush furiously at his question, my entire body tingling with anticipation. I glance around nervously as he walks me down the hall toward my office, wondering if anyone else will see us. But when he finally deposits me in front of my desk, I can't resist any longer; I launch myself at him and wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my body against his.

He growls low in his throat as I grind against him, the feel of our bare skin sliding together sending shivers of pleasure through me.

He groans into my ear and carries me over to my desk, lowering me down onto the smooth surface until I'm sprawled out before him. With a single swift motion, he lifts my nightgown up around my waist, revealing my bare bottom to his hungry gaze.

"Mmm... perfect," he murmurs before positioning himself between my spread legs and pressing the head of his erection against me. I gasp as he pushes inside in one smooth motion, filling me completely.

"Wha- Oh!" I stammer, my cheeks flushing even hotter as the reality of our situation dawns on me. "No... I mean..." I bite my lip nervously, trying to think straight through the haze of pleasure clouding my mind. "I-I didn't realize... we weren't careful last night."

"Oh, right," I say with a sigh of relief, although part of me wonders if that makes it any better. "Well... we should probably be more careful from now on."

He chuckles and begins to move inside me, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As I arch my back to meet each thrust, the headboard of my desk thuds against the wall behind him, drawing our attention to the noise we're making.

I nod, still caught up in the sensation of his movements inside me. "Yeah... I will," I manage to say between gasps. "They're... in my purse."

He glances over at my bag for a moment before returning his attention to me. "Good girl," he murmurs, kissing along my jawline and down my neck. "I'm glad you trust me." With one last powerful thrust, he releases himself deep inside me, his body tensing as he cries out in pleasure.

My body convulses around him as I reach my own climax, the sensation of his warmth filling me driving me wild with need. As he continues to thrust inside me, I can feel his seed spilling out, mixing with our shared pleasure and binding us together in a way that feels both intimate and somehow forever.

When he finally pulls out, leaving me breathless and spent on the desk, he leans down to kiss me one last time before straightening up and buttoning his pants. "I'll see you tonight,"

I nod, still trying to catch my breath as I watch him walk away. The events of the past few hours replay in my mind like a dream; surreal and vivid all at once. As he shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone with my thoughts and feelings, I can't help but wonder what this all means for us.

With a sigh, I climb off the desk and retrieve my phone from where it fell to the floor during our passionate encounter. Checking the time, I realize he was right;

I need to get moving if I don't want to be late for work myself. As he carries me to the shower, I can feel a strange sense of peace wash over me. Perhaps things won't be so bad after all.

I glance down at him as we step into the shower, and sure enough, his erection is still visible beneath the water. A shiver of desire runs down my spine at the sight of it. "Well," I say with a mischievous grin, "if you're that hard, maybe we could find time for a quickie before work?"

"Oh!" I cry out as he releases his seed onto my stomach, the hot liquid splattering against my skin and making me tremble with pleasure. As he continues to thrust through his orgasm, I wrap my legs around him, feeling the power of his release coursing through my body.

When he finally comes down from his high, he pulls out of me and helps steady me as we rinse off the last of the soap. "See?" he says with a satisfied smile. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

I laugh, still feeling giddy from the shared intimacy of our encounter. "No," I admit with a blush, "it wasn't." As he slips his hardness back inside me for one final stroke, I moan softly into the steamy air, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

With one last deep thrust, he empties himself inside me and I feel a shudder run through my body as the orgasm washes over me like a wave. As I come down from the high, he kisses me tenderly before helping me rinse off the last of the soap. When we're both clean, he dries us off with towels and helps me into some fresh clothes.

"Thank you,"

I murmur as I step out of the shower. "For what?" He asks innocently, even though he knows exactly what I'm referring to. I smile up at him and lean in to kiss his cheek. "For making my first day on the job so... interesting."

He chuckles and wraps a towel around his waist before leading me back out into the bedroom where we got dressed earlier today. As he helps me put on my clothes, I can't help but wonder what else this new arrangement between us will bring.

I glance down at him as he stands there, his hard length already growing impatient for release. With a wicked grin, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the smooth shaft and sucking gently.

He groans deep in his throat, his hands fisting in the sheets as he watches me service him like this. "Mmm... that's it," he murmurs, pressing his hips forward to encourage me. "Faster."

I comply eagerly, taking more of him into my mouth and sucking harder as I work my tongue around the sensitive head. His taste is addictive, and the feel of his length sliding against my tongue only serves to heighten my own arousal. As he grows closer to climax, I pick up the pace, bobbing my head faster and deeper on him until he can no longer keep quiet.

"AH! Mrs. Director...!"

I moan around his cock as I feel the first spurt of hot seed against the back of my throat. With a practiced motion, I swallow him down, taking all of his release and savoring the taste of him on my tongue. As he finally comes down from his high, I lean back on my haunches, panting heavily.

"That was... amazing," he says hoarsely, still catching his breath. "But you should go now; you're going to be late."