**The Boss Girl’s Rule**

The office was quiet, just the hum of computers and the occasional click of a keyboard. Most of the team had left, but I was stuck finishing a last-minute report. Then she walked in—Lena, our boss. Tall, blonde, with legs that never seemed to stop. She had that way of looking at you like she already knew what you wanted before you did.

“Still here?” she asked, leaning against my desk. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show the curves of her tits, the lace of her bra teasing me through the gap.

“Yeah, just wrapping up.”

She smirked, then reached out and tapped my monitor. “Close that. I want to talk to you about something.”

I obeyed, and before I could ask what she wanted, she swung one leg over mine, straddling me right there in my office chair. My cock jumped to attention as her weight settled onto my lap.

“Here’s the thing,” she breathed, leaning in close. “There’s a rule in this office—only I get to decide who touches me. And guess what? None of the men here are allowed. Not a single one.”

My hands froze at my sides, not daring to move. “But—”

“But *you*,” she cut me off, grinding down, making my dick throb against my zipper, “*you* get to watch.”

Before I could process what she meant, the door clicked open again. Rachel from HR stepped in, followed by Jess from marketing. Both of them were in their usual office wear—skirts, blouses, heels—but the way they looked at me was anything but professional.

“You told him?” Rachel asked, biting her lip.

Lena smirked and rolled her hips, making me groan. “Oh, he’s just figuring it out.”

Jess walked over, her fingers hooking under her skirt, sliding her panties down her thighs. “We’ve been waiting all day.”

Lena reached back and unclasped her bra, letting her tits spill free. She cupped one, pinching her nipple while grinding harder against me. “Every girl in this office fucks,” she murmured. “But no man gets to touch us unless I say so. And right now? You just get to watch.”

Rachel dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands sliding up my thighs. “Unless…” she teased, “you *really* want to see more.”

Lena leaned back, flashing me a wicked grin. “You can look, but you don’t get to play. Not unless I let you.”

Jess climbed onto the desk, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was already glistening, her fingers tracing her slit. “She’s right, you know,” Jess moaned. “We fuck *each other*—not the men.”

Rachel’s hands went under her blouse, squeezing her tits as she watched Jess. “But we might let you watch us make each other come.”

Lena stood up, leaving me aching in my chair. She walked over to Jess, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. I could hear the wet slide of their tongues, the soft gasps as Lena’s hand slipped between Jess’s thighs.

“Fuck,” Jess whimpered, bucking into Lena’s fingers. “Oh god, yes—”

Rachel was touching herself now, her fingers working her clit in fast circles. “You like watching?” she asked me, her breath hitching.

I was rock hard, trapped in my chair, unable to do anything but stare as Lena fingered Jess fast and deep, her thumb pressing hard on Jess’s clit. Jess came with a shuddering cry, her legs shaking, her pussy clenching around Lena’s fingers.

Lena pulled back, licking Jess’s wetness off her fingers. Then she turned to me, her eyes dark with hunger. “Still think you deserve to touch?”

I swallowed hard. “Fuck, Lena—”

She laughed, low and throaty. “Exactly. You don’t get to. But if you’re *very* good…” She reached for Rachel, dragging her close. “Maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy while I fuck her.”

I didn’t hesitate. “Yes. *Please.*”

Lena grinned, stepping out of her skirt. “Then get on your knees.”

I dropped to the floor in front of her, my cock straining in my pants as she spread her legs. Her pussy was slick, her scent thick in the air. I didn’t wait—I buried my face in her, licking her hard as she moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair.

“Good boy,” she gasped, grinding against my mouth. “Now keep going while I show you how we *really* fuck in this office.”

Rachel was already on the desk, Lena’s fingers sliding into her as she rode her hand. Jess was watching, her own fingers buried in her wet cunt again.

And me? I just obeyed, tongue fucking Lena’s pussy while she took what she wanted from them.

Because in this office, the girls ruled—and I was lucky just to be allowed to lick.