0 comments/ 99375 views/ 27 favorites My Boss By: AhMyGoddess I stepped out of my car early on a Friday morning and stood looking around the parking lot, watching the other employees of Smith Inc. winding their way towards the boring gray building. Today was "The Day". I was going to put all of my effort into seducing my boss, Mr. Olson. I'd been his secretary for almost 2 years and we still called each other Mr. Olson and Miss Bennett. I knew that the other employees called us 'The Stiff and the Slut'. And I probably was a slut. Beautiful, with long red hair and green eyes, perfect skin, huge breasts... And I dressed to accentuate my features, not to hide them. And I loved sex. I wasn't a nympho, I wasn't addicted or neurotic. I just loved the feel of a big cock in my cunt, in my mouth, in my ass, between my breasts, in my hand... Occasionally one of the cattier women at work, jealous of my good looks, would make a comment about how they couldn't understand why Mr. Olson didn't fire me or transfer me or something. How could a cold fish like that tolerate an almost indecently clad woman running around his office? Actually, I wasn't that indecently clad. It was a business after all and I didn't want to get fired. But the typical short skirt suits just looked more revealing on my curvaceous hips and large breasts than on less shapely women. And I just had an attitude of sexuality about me that I certainly was not going to hide. And Mr. Olson was a cold fish. Dressed in conservative business suits, always the same neat trim boring hair cut, well-modulated voice, stiff controlled movements, he was the epitome of business, control, repression. It wouldn't have surprised anyone if someone had said that Mr. Olson hadn't had a single thought about sex in the past ten years. In fact some people even thought he was gay, how else could a man not show some kind of response to Paige Bennet? I knew that Mr. Olson wasn't gay. I'd met his girlfriend. (I know that isn't exactly evidence of not being gay) She was thoroughly drab. Thin, no breasts or hips, mousy hair, shy - a librarian! I couldn't picture the two of them kissing, let alone enjoying a passionate fuck. So what in the world was I doing being attracted to Mr. Olson? He certainly wasn't my type. Every other man that I had fucked had been more the hunky beefy type, a great fun date and a great lay. And let's face it, I wasn't just attracted to Mr. Olson, by that time I was practically obsessed. He was a challenge. He was totally different from every other man, I found his lack a sexuality totally sexy, I knew that he had to have a volcano of desire hidden somewhere within him, I wanted to break through the veneer that hid his sexuality and fuck him with every thing that I had in me. And today I was going after him, no holds barred. All week long we had been doing this inventory/evaluation of all of our files for the past 3 years. We'd been working together in his office all week and each day my clothes got more and more revealing. And I was getting hotter and hotter! I'd had to excuse myself to the ladies room and finger fuck myself several times that week. I stepped into the ladies room near my reception area now as I went in to work. I was wearing a white shirt that was very businesslike, buttoned up to the collar, long sleeves...but is was very thin. It was easy to see the white bra that I wore beneath it, the bra was cut so low that it barely covered my nipples, in fact if you looked closely you could see a bit of my nipple sticking out of the top of each cup. I was wearing a light blue blazer over the shirt of course, no sense starting a riot as I walked to the office. I was planning on taking the blazer off as soon as I entered Mr. Olson's office. I also had one more trick up my sleeve. I grabbed the waist of my light blue skirt and pulled it up so that it just hid the tops of my stockings. With each step I would be revealing a little skin and the beginnings of my garters. I also wasn't wearing any panties. I turned around and bent over in front of the mirror, the majority of my ass was revealed and from the right angle is was easy to get a glimpse of my shaved pussy lips. Perfect. I dropped my things off at my desk and entered Mr. Olson's office. He always got to work early and he was already bent over his desk looking through files. He barely glanced up to give me a polite "good morning, Miss Bennett." I took off my blazer, hung it over a chair, and announced in a cheerful voice that I was "ready to get all this work done today, even if I have to stay late." This caused Mr. Olson to look up with an approving, oh-what-a-good-secretary-I-have smile. I was smiling at him innocently, watching his eyes as they slid over my body. I have to admit that Mr. Olson wasn't exactly oblivious to the way that I looked on any given day, it's just that it never seemed to have any effect on him. Today his eyes lingered for a few seconds on my breasts and I felt a fluttering of hope start in my bare pussy. He thanked me for my good attitude, like a good boss, and we started working. There were two extra tables set up in Mr. Olson's office on either side of his room. One held boxes of files and I was working at the other table. I took every possible excuse to walk back and forth between the tables, walking with a bounce in my step that would make my skirt swish back and forth and reveal more skin and make my large breasts jiggle. I also took every opportunity to lean over Mr. Olson's desk (from the front, I didn't want to reveal my backside too soon) and put my breasts into his view. He was certainly looking at my breasts more often today than ever before and I was almost cursing myself for not wearing a shirt that would reveal more of my bare breasts. But knowing Mr. Olson that tactic wouldn't have worked. I comforted myself with the fact that he was paying attention to my breasts. Awhile later I moved into phase two. I surreptitiously pulled aside one of my bra cups and allowed a delicious pink nipple to pop free. There was no need for me to tweak my nipple, it was already standing at attention, pushing against the thin fabric of my shirt. I walked over to Mr. Olson's desk and leaned towards him, asking him a question about a file. I looked at him innocently, awaiting his decision about the file (I'd kept this file back on purpose because I knew that we would have to discuss its contents more than the others). He noticed my hard nipple almost immediately. He looked away and was silent for a few seconds, then he turned back to me and began discussing the file. His eyes went again and again to my nipple. It was turning me on so much! My nipple was aching, begging for his attention. It was all that I could do to calmly discuss the file with him, to pretend like I didn't notice my bare nipple, didn't notice his attention, to pretend like I was breathing normally! We finished discussing the file and I went back to my table to take care of it. Every time I went to his desk with a question his eyes were glued to my nipple, and when I walked back and forth between the tables his eyes followed me. I was getting very excited and aroused. I knew that I should go to the ladies room and take care of myself but I didn't want anything to decrease the powerful, overwhelming feelings that were coursing through my body and centering on my pussy and nipples. I also didn't want to leave Mr. Olson's sight for a moment. My agitation finally paid off in a big way. I was carrying a box of files from the file table to my desk when it slipped out of my shaky hands. (I didn't plan this, only an idiot would purposefully drop a box of files!) The box fell and I bent over it in panic, not even thinking about the fact that I was baring my ass to Mr. Olson. I was just worried about the files since it would be hell to put them all back together. I was completely caught up in the moment, saying things like "oh my god!" and "how could I have done this?" The files were well packed and it didn't take me long to get over my panicked reaction and notice that only about 40 files had spilled out onto the floor, it wouldn't be impossible to reorganize them. As soon as I calmed down I realized that Mr. Olson had been silent, he hadn't jumped up to help me like he would normally have done. At the same time I felt the sensation of air on my exposed ass. I almost straightened up immediately to cover myself, but luckily I was able to control myself and remain bent over. I didn't want Mr. Olson to know that I realized that I was baring myself to him. When I heard Mr. Olson getting out of his chair I stood up and turned to him with real remorse on my face and in my voice. "Oh, Mr. Olson, I'm so sorry!" I cried. "That's all right, Miss Bennet, I know that it was an accident," Mr. Olson said. His voice was strained, hell, he was obviously strained. The sight of my bare ass had really jarred him. I could also tell that he was conscious of the fact that he was visibly upset. I acted like I thought he was angry. "No, Mr. Olson, I can tell that you're angry. I really am very sorry. It won't happen again. I'll clean it up right away," I said quickly, trying to sound as if I was afraid of his supposed anger. "No, Miss Bennet, really, I'm not angry. It was just a shock seeing... seeing that box fall down. I'll help you clean these files up," he said reassuringly. "Thank you, Mr. Olson. But really, I dropped them, I should clean them up myself," I protested. I was thinking that I could spend a lot of time on my hands and knees, giving him a lovely erotic view as he sat at his desk. But he wasn't buying it. "No, I'll help you. We'll get done faster and then we can get back to work." He knelt down and began sifting through the papers that had slid out of the fallen files. I went down on the floor near him. I sat on my folded knees, my ass resting against the heels of my feet, that way whenever I needed to stretch to reach for more of the scattered papers I could just raise up on my hands and knees and reach for them. My ass and pussy were right in front of Mr. Olson, giving him the best possible view. My pussy had been wet but now it was mass-producing juices. I could smell them and feel them coating my thighs. I knew that Mr. Olson had to be able to see that my pussy was glistening with wetness and he had to be able to smell the pungent odor of my arousal. I behaved as if I was completely unaware. Unaware of my bare ass and pussy waving in front of Mr. Olson's face every few minutes, unaware of my own sticky wetness, unaware of the fact that Mr. Olson was so upset that his hands were shaking as he sorted papers. I chatted calmly and absentmindedly, efficiently sorting papers on the soft blue carpet. I don't know how he did it but Mr. Olson restrained himself. He never once tried to touch me as I innocently (as far as he was concerned) exposed myself to him on the carpet. We finished putting the files back together and we both went back to our work. But after this encounter Mr. Olson's mind was less on his work than ever before. And I took a few more opportunities to bend over and expose myself to him. I knew that Mr. Olson always brought his lunch to work, and so I had brought mine too. When it was time for lunch I asked him if he would mind if I joined him. I said that I didn't want to get out of the office and lose my "focus on work". Mr. Olson agreed, but I could tell that he was waging a battle within himself. It was killing him to have me there in front of him but he didn't want to make me go away either. I made a quick trip to the ladies room and cleaned up my pussy (it was really getting messy and uncomfortable!). I was careful not to do anything to ease my arousal. I was also glad that our offices are at the end of a hall and that the bathroom is right next to it. I didn't run much risk of anyone seeing me in a state that was nothing short of erotic. I grabbed my lunch, went back into Mr. Olson's office and pulled my chair up to the front of his desk. I'd wanted to expose my other nipple, but I knew that would really be over the top. I just loved the feel of Mr. Olson's eyes on me. It was the first time that it had ever happened in two years and I was eating it up. I sat across from him, eating my lunch and chatting, knowing that his eyes were now devouring my hair, facial features, and the nipple that was still poking at him invitingly. We finished lunch and went back to work. Something seemed to change in Mr. Olson. He became calmer and was paying more attention to his work. I was so disappointed. I had had such hope and now it seemed like it was all going to come to nothing. I still continued my efforts, but I felt they were becoming more and more useless. Mr. Olson watched me but with less interest and agitation. Around mid afternoon I put a file down on my table and bent over it to make some notations. I had of course purposefully bent over, exposing my ass to Mr. Olson but I was soon involved in my note making, forgetting all about my arousing position. Suddenly I felt hands on my hips. I gasped in shock, in pleasure, I was finally going to get what I had wanted for so long. Mr. Olson pulled my ass back towards him and ground himself against it. I could feel the hard length of his cock against my ass and my sticky juices were rubbing off on the front of his charcoal gray trousers. It felt so good, I was letting out little sighs and moans and pressing myself back against his hard body. His hands went to my ass and he cupped and caressed my cheeks, pulling them apart to widen the crack of my ass and rubbing his penis into it. I heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and I cried out in anticipation. I tried to put my hand behind me to feel his cock but he grabbed it and put it back down on the table which I was still bent over. I felt the hot head of his cock, dripping with precum, begin to trace over the cheeks of my ass. I moaned, closing my eyes and picturing what it must look like. I spread my legs, opening my thighs and he rubbed the head of his cock up and down over my slit. I waited breathlessly and then I felt the head of his cock part my soaking wet lips and burrow up until it reached my clit. I gasped and cried out in pleasure, pushing my clit against his hard cock. He rubbed his cock in circles around my clit, I had been aroused for so long that I almost ready to have an orgasm just from those few strokes. I wanted him so badly, I'd never been so turned on. "Please," I started to plead. "Please fuck me. Please, please, please, fuck me, fuck me...." His cock moved away from my clit and plunged into my hot wet hole. I gasped in shock. He was huge. I'd never felt a cock so large inside of me. He rammed himself in all the way and stayed there. His hands reached around me and began to unbutton my blouse. He removed it and my bra and began to play with my breasts, cupping and squeezing, pinching and pulling my nipples. His long thick cock was still buried deep inside my pussy and my pussy was going crazy. He continued to play with my titties, showing no signs of fucking my pussy no matter how much I pleaded. Finally, I moved myself a couple of inches forward until my clit was pressed against the edge of the table. I ground my clit against the hard wood and my pussy exploded immediately into an orgasm, clamping down and squeezing the huge cock inside of me. I didn't stop, I continued to grind my clit on the table until I had another orgasm. With that huge hot cock inside of me and Mr. Olson's hands working my breasts it didn't take long. Finally, he put his hands on me hips and began to move within me. I cried out, "Oh thank you!" My legs were useless shaking jelly beneath me. Mr. Olson held my hips down to the table, pressing my clit against the wood that was now wet and sticky with my juice. Every time he rammed his cock into me my clit ground against the table. My pussy was tingling, vibrating, his every small move was ecstasy. I was moaning and crying out, begging him not to stop. Another orgasm came over me so quickly that I was completely unprepared for it. It was tremendous, rocking my entire body and leaving me lying limp on the table as Mr. Olson continued to pound my pussy with his huge cock. When I finally regained my senses I knew that I had to have that big cock in my mouth. I started struggling beneath him until he released me. I turned around and looked at my boss. He was a new Mr. Olson. My Mr. Olson. It was the same charcoal covered suit that I had seen him in dozens of times, but the trousers were undone revealing a huge pulsing cock surrounded by fabric soaked with my cum. His cock was so huge, even though I had felt it in me I was still shocked to see it. It had to be over ten inches, I'd never seen one so big except in a porno. I looked from the cock up to Mr. Olson's face, flushed and in the throes of passion he was a new man. A real man. He was looking at me intently, waiting to see what I was going to do. I knelt down in front of him and started slowly licking my cum off of his cock and balls. He moaned and ran his fingers into my thick red hair, holding my head near his cock. I stuck out my tongue and traced a circle around the head of his cock, poking my tongue into his slit and tasting him. The head of his cock was so big! I took the head into my mouth and began gently tonguing and sucking on it. I wanted to go slowly. I loved the feel of any cock in my mouth, on my tongue, between my lips, filling me, but this cock was extra special. I slowly took more and more of his cock into my mouth, exploring and tasting it with my tongue as it entered me. I pulled Mr. Olson's trousers down to completely expose his ass and started caressing his firm cheeks. When I had taken all of his cock into my mouth that I possibly could I wrapped my hand around the rest of it, well I shouldn't say around since I couldn't actually put my hand all the way around his thickness. I began fucking his cock with my mouth, sucking for all that I was worth and pumping the base of his cock with my hand. The fingers of my other hand slid in between his ass cheeks and I started rimming his ass hole. He was grunting and moaning above me, holding my head and pushing his cock into my eager mouth. He let out a long deep moan and I prepared to receive his cum. His cock started spurting his delicious seed into my mouth and I swallowed all that I could. Some of it dribbled out of my mouth and when he pulled his limp cock from my mouth I licked his cock clean and used my fingers to get as much of his cum as I could into my mouth. He knelt down in front of me, took me in his arms and started kissing me, sucking at my cum soaked tongue. I melted against him. Needless to say we didn't get our work done that day. We had to come into the office on both Saturday and Sunday to meet the Monday deadline. We've been married for 8 years now and have 3 kids. Even though I have to be respectable now that I'm a mother ;), I still like to wear short skirts with no panties and call my husband Mr. Olson. My Boss Trouble with my Trade is that all who work in it are alike. Although we are on our own all day we get to be pissed off after about a three-year period and change companies, although the job "Is the same shit but in a different bucket", I think its because we get bored with the same ol' maintenance and servicing, and look for different sites, recepionists!, (perve alley we call it). Answered Advertisment for 'Young growing Company' . . .. my first meeting with Karen. Held back surprise as she was VERY professional at interview, had been working in industry since she was 16, (She is 30 now), had enough of stupid, short- sighted employers and wanted to start up her own buisness as she could see good oportunities to make money. She talked my language!, and appeared to have enough guts and determination to succeed. I presented my case, explained that I was good 'On The Tools' but didn't have the all-round knowledge on the paper side to survive on my own properly. We made a deal and a Signed hand-written contract that day, "The Contract", as it was, was that I would guarantee to look after her interests in respect of suppyling the expertise gained over the years to ensure that Clients needs were met, no matter what the problem was. On Karen's side, she agreed to 'look after me', financially, uniforms,new vehicle, regular monthly meeting to discuss planning, how books were kept, sales, losses, ect, which she still does today. The down side of the Buisness is that upon a regular basis, that is about once every 3 weeks, and always on a Wednesday, about 10 p.m., she calls 'to see how everything is going?, she already knows that. We talk about today's problem's ect, she already knows that. I....lets face it, she is a very good-looking Girl, said a few things in the past such as "Like the Suit"!, "Boy, you look good today," We have sat next to each other many times during the course of our buisness relationship. We have shook hands, and yes, even pecked one-another on the cheeks when a good deal or contract was 'put to bed',. We have even been down to the local pub on a Friday afternoon and had lunch together, not so common nowadays as the office-girls we don't trust,.... to talk,........ that is, and make up things that are not true, Karen and I are not stupid, we look at life in the real world, other people may surmize it as in their own fantasis or dreams. It was last winter, a Wednesday as usual, the phone rang, it was 9p.m., the wife looked at me quizzicly?, "She's early"?. I picked up the phone,"Dave, come over,.... NOW". "But it's pissing down with rain, black as a coal cellar out there"!. "NOW"!. The phone went dead. I looked at wife, "Call, from Karen, she wan'ts me over there now, sounds upset or something". "Tell her you are not going, tell her to get stuffed", wife says. "YOU tell her", handing her the phone. "Look at the time Dave, you have to work tomorrow" "Well, your'e call Love" "Ohkay, supposed you have to, just to keep the peace with her, but be careful, it is very wet out there" "Tell me", I says, "spend my life on the road, see what she wan'ts, phone you from there, Bye" Get into car, pissing down, take 3/4 hour to get to her place, phone wife from car,"Arrived Ohkay, love, talk to you soon". I knock on door, Karen opens it wearing long Dressing Gown. "Well, Boss, what's problem"? "ME"!, she replies. "Then if it's you, what"?, I says. "THIS"..... With that, as I sit here typing this and may whoever made this planet and all the good things in, and upon it, swear,.... she closed the door and dropped the Dressing Gown. Now I have seen Karen dressed-up, as when we all go to dinner together, that is ,my wife, Karen, Her Husband, Brad (such a lovely guy, Gentle in how he respects and handles Women, a Plumber by trade), and I and at her worst, (when we both got pissed on the boat one Saturday arfo and had a real slanging match as to who gave in first when we ran out of expletives to throw at each other!)...what we were taught in one of her 'Man Management' courses that She made me go on...strange!?? To see this apparation standing there in the altogether except for her stilettoes, breasts with nipples jutting up towards the sky, sleek, slim body, incredibly long legs... between which sat a perfectly shaved pussy I, being of course, on the backfoot, said, "Where's Brad"? "On a three-day Install job, coming back friday, now HERE"! She grabbed my trousers in the vicinity of my balls,I was wearing a Black Suit, Black Tee Shirt, Skimpy underwear, socks and shoes, Black, of course!, funny that??. My Trousers dissapeared, along with the underwear, it was so quick, I still, to this day, don't recollect how it occurred. My penis must have held the world record for an erection, the situation being so bizzarre and sudden that, in retrospect, was probably an involuntary reflex!. She held my head between her two dainty hands and pressed her lips to mine. The softness of them was simply fascinating, I took the intitative and pressed back, my tongue searching for hers, I put one hand behind her cute butt and the other behind the nape of her neck, drawing her to me. . .and. . .without any effort on my part my penis found her pussy and I took her standing up, in the hallway!. Entering her was so easy! Karen was so wet she was saturated!, I believe it took about 5 seconds for her to orgasm! She gave a small gasp and shuddered a little is all, saying nothing . . me feeling her cum flowing onto my balls and dripping onto the floor, the coolness of her hot cum as it met the air tickling my balls, sending spark-like feelings into my penis, making it even more rigid! She relaxed her grip on my lips . .I felt her body sag a bit, as though the air had been let out of a tyre . .I assisted her as she flopped down on a chair. I stood in front of her with a big throbbing penis looking....stupid?, Still saying nothing, she grabbed it with both hands, and . . .looking at me directly in the eyes . . stuck it into her mouth and furiously began to suck on it, her tongue seeking out my uretha, probing it, sending delicious sensations up my spine and buttocks. Her eyes seemed to fix themselves on mine...not blinking. I felt that I could see the yearnings of, well . . a young girl? . .a question? . .a meaning? . .a wanting? . .in them, and felt an instant pang of love, sadness and gentleness towards this woman. I gently parted her smooth long thighs on the chair, removed her hands from my penis and held them firmly in mine. Withdrawing my penis from her mouth with some effort, as she was sucking soooo hard . . like a baby with a bottle!, her eyes following it as I straddled her and placed it aginst the lips of her pussy. With one gentle looong thrust I entered her again, her wetness still there, dripping down the cleft in her buttocks onto the chair, I could feel the head of my penis throbbing inside her!. Maybe three-four or five thrusts... she stiffened in the chair, her fingernails gouging into the palms of my hands, hurting. She pushed her hips forwards, grinding my pelvic bone with hers . . her whole body was so tense she felt almost solid . . .I could feel my penis being squeezed, sending small shockwaves throughout my body, and . . . looking me again directly in the eyes . . . she orgasmed, the only sound she made was a rapid increase in her breathing, as though she had been under water for some time, holding her breath, and was now coming up for air, her eyes looking huge and full of wonder, like those of a startled young Deer, her body finally relaxing . .and looking so frail and delicate. I had a pang of guilt that perhaps this was going too far, as any more of this and one could hurt her!, but my penis over-ruled this issue, as I hadn't had time to think about myself yet! . . the urge to cum being subdued by the events happening too quickly to really appreciate the moment!. I withdrew my still erect penis and stood back at a respectful distance, fearful of another wild grab! I asked, "Where's the bed, Darling"? "Through there", She said, pointing down the hallway, which entered into a living room with doors off each side. "There, There, just hold tight", I said, lifting her. She didn't appear to weigh much at all, the unexpected confrontation plus the past few minutes seemed to have numbed my brain, though my penis was still erect, but throbbing a little. I think I got as far as the day room, she was just too much!, The softness of her in my arms, her head lying on my shoulder, looking at her breasts as I carried her, her pussy hidden between those perfect thighs! I laid her gently on the carpet, parted her thighs and entered her yet again, jeeze, never forgeting to my dying day just how wet she was, and SOO EASY to enter!, I managed to thrust for at least two or three times before the poor Girl orgasmed again!, her body going completley rigid, shivering slightly . . . only the sound of gasps and short, sharp breathing being uttered!, her eyes screwed tightly shut, as if looking at some hidden, secret movie behind her lids. 'Christ', I thought, 'If this keeps up I am going to kill,....her with kindness, what will Brad say? Karen came out of her....?....dunno, you explain it, readers....I can't!. She Stood up, "I Wanna drink and a good fuck", she said!. "Karen!, you have just had one..or two..."!, says I. "NOT ENOUGH, ARGHHHH, COME HERE!". She stands up, falters a bit to steady herself, and takes off my Jacket and Tee Shirt, I remove my socks and shoes, (may as well, I think, everything else has gone). She kneels down and stuffs my penis into her mouth again, looking into my eyes . .(for a reaction?) . . it hurts a bit this time as she is chewing it, believe me, she has sharp teeth!. "Look at you!", she says, "Your'e skinny!" "No, Lean...", say's I, covering for the lack of muscular whatever where it's supposed to count. "Don't care, TAKE ME"! She flops onto a nearby couch, spreads her legs, her pussy still glistening with her cum, and holds out her arms to me. I straddle her, but find it awkward, I lift up her butt and bring it forward so that she has her feet on floor, next second they are around my head!, her long legs are around my ears!. I stand up slightly, lifting her butt completely off the couch and enter her, ooooh sooooo easy again! . . takes her probably 3 seconds to orgasm, my ears ringing from the pressure of her legs as she cums, her body stiffening again. Whether she made any sound this time was impossible to say, as I was completely deaf! The wetness worries me, as it seems unusual for a Woman to have so much in her! I prise her legs off my head lay her down on the couch. She is breathing fairly rapidly again, her eyes big, round and fixed squarley on my penis, again! I kiss her gently and go and find sponge and warm water, clean up carpet, lounge, and Karen's pussy! (Brad,...is a BIG GUY, this worries me)!...look at penis, still up solid and hurting a bit from her teeth, but otherwise still in 'Good Shape' *(smile)*, wondered how it's doing?!, (must take care of it tomorrow, if I leave here alive!). "Karen, Wanna Coffee?" "Piss Off!, Gimme a drink, ain't finished yet,... Frustrated" "Sorry, with Brad, Problems?" "NO, YOU....YOU DICKHEAD!" Now I don't know how to cope with this . . umm . . . new situation!, training on managemant teams don't explain this, after all, she IS my Boss, fer chrisake, and...SHE AIN'T GOT A BAD LOOKING BODY AND SHE IS ONLY 30! " Don't get it Karen, Ive always had a 'Yen' for you ever since we met, but tried to keep it platonic" "Me too", She says, "but how much do you expect me to put up with, with all those dickheads out there trying to screw me just to make a deal, speak to you and I may as well talk to Dad, This is different, Dave, your'e so fucking honest your'e sickening . . .WAN'T TO KNOW THE REAL DAVE TONIGHT." I rummage through cupboard for drink, nothing, open Fridge, ahh, find half bottle of White wine, pour out generous glass, goto sink, take big swig of water, look at penis...why isn't it going down?, aches a bit, but feel a bit stupid with that looking like washing line hanger sticking out!. Give Wine to Karen, takes big swig at same time grabbing my penis again, and shoves it into her mouth, sticking her tongue into my uretha again. Why does she do that? . .it makes my penis ache! 'If you light it make good cigar', thought I, "COME!" she says. 'Wish I could', thought I She wriggles around couch with her butt on the edge, I kneel on the floor between her legs and enter her . .she squirms . . . "Better Idea!", she says . . (SO . .she can talk during sex . .I think to myself!) She stands up and wiggles to rear of couch and lays over the back of it, with that bum of hers pointing to the ceiling, her total femininity of that between her legs pointing to heavan itself, I aproach her from the rear and, .....yet again.... was sooooo easy to enter her!....she orgasmed once, no twice, maybe three times, don't recall..... found meself sitting on floor!. "Are you O.K?", Karen Said. . .Now being who she was I cannot recall any real concern for my well-being, as long as the thing between my legs was still active appearing to be the main thing!. "Yeah, I'm Ohkay, Karen", I said, attempting to get on the 'wrong' side of her, after all, it was late . . . I wanted to go home, work tomorrow, and besides . . although she was delicious, too much of a good thing is bad for you, so Mummy says!. "Here, I'll,help,you up". She says, smiling, a funny look in her eyes. BAD MOVE! Karen rolls me over onto my back, places a cushion under my bum, me....being' skinny/lean (Talk to your Butcher about difference!') now has penis in uh..oh . .very vertical position!, squats over me and sits on it!. Readers . . . . take a break, have a cup of tea/coffee....whatever......! This Woman . . .(My Boss!) then commences to jump up and down on it like a demented animal, her cum flowing over my balls, and down the cleft in my bum onto the cushion! . .I start to squeeze her breasts and nipples, hoping to 'finalize' it, but things only gets worse!..again she insists upon looking direcly into my eyes..I believe with a look of defiance in them! She sticks her tongue out and curls it to a corner of her mouth... was it thankfully? . . .finally? . . .perspiring all over she falls off me, collasping panting onto her stomach . . . Me...Thinking....will I ever see my wife again? I was at a loss...kinda! . . .I still hadn't cum myself . . the whole situation seemed surrelistic . .yet here was this lovely, VERY randy woman who seemed to: (a) couldn't get enough? (b) what she was getting wasn't enough? (c) I was deficient in some way? Or (d) wanted a bit of . .umm.. 'variety' . .perhaps being . .well . . 'straight' was what she got off of Brad.. (? Thinking to myself! . . .maybe answer!) check my penis..looks a bit on the red side and throbs a bit..but still 'serviceable'! Taking a hint from Karen I stick out my tongue and put it in the corner of my mouth!..putting what I hoped was a 'Glint' in my eyes!. I stand over Karen and gently lifts her by the hips, and kicks the cushion under her stoamch, so that her bum is in the air..she stirs and starts to roll over. . "Sssssssshhhhh . .stay still", I says. She gives me a puzzled look, but I gently push her face back down towards the carpet, cradling her head in her arms. I place my hand upon her bum . .which twitches expectantly as I touch it. I lay over her and reach under with one hand to her pussy, finding her clitoris being easy?!, being so swollen! . .and begin to massage it between 2 fingers..She moans. . . ' mmmmmmmmm'..at last! With my free hand I lubricate my penis with the cum still around her bum . .and . .more by luck than aim, penetrate her rear hole to about halfway in before Karen realized what had happened! "S-H-I-T... YOU BASTARD"!..she yelps, trying to move away, which was a bit of a mistake really, as as she tensed up the reaction on her muscles pulled my penis all the way in to my balls! "GERROFF, DAVE"..she yelps again . I throw my weight onto her, fingering her clitoris and pushing as hard as I could, my hand growing numb from the pressure. I can feel my penis being squeezed and crushed by her butt-muscles, the urge to cum growing by the second! I begin to nibble her ear . .and magically get an instant response!, Karen starts gasping! "Yes-yES-YES-OOOOH YEEEES".. Karen is practically screaming!. I cum. . .boy . DO I CUUUUM! Lightning bolts shoot out of my penis into her . .hot . .strong, rythmic pulses, each one met from Karen by a " YESSSSS!" and a violent twitch from her bum, as she alternatley relaxes and squeezes her butt-muscles! She tries to crawl off the cushion to alleviate the pleasure-pain, but only gets as far as the couch, her head crushing up against it . . the pulsations in my penis continue to pound not only her, but me also, the frustration of the evening being vent in a delicious semi-anger/vengance upon this 'fragile' woman! Karen is perspiring freely now, my sweat mixing with hers . .things get slippery!, suddenly my penis is out of her . .I roll off over onto my back, gasping myself, my hand . .totally numb. She rolls onto her back. . breasts high upon her chest, nipples hard and standing up like candles. She turns her head to look at me.. "You BARRRSSTAAARD"..she say's . . .eyes on fire! "Why . .what have I done now?".. I says evenly . .getting fed up with the whole thing now that at least I had been satisfied! "YOU.. . . .made me CUM!"..her voice was just as vicious as her eyes! "SO". . .I yelled back . .fucking annoyed now . .even if she did look good with nothing on!, besides, blood was rushing back into my hand, pins-and-needles not helping my attitude. "I wasn't FINISHED properly". She yelled again! I gave up . . .really! . .avoiding her eyes I helped her to her feet, the suggestion of showering together being met with a cold stare. I made coffee whilst she showered, coming out with towels wrapped around her head and body.. a real glam-puss . .yeah! I felt suddenly embarrassed at being seen naked in her kitchen so made a dive for the shower, reveling in the hot water and soap, my penis the size of my thumb, my loins just one massive ache! I sneaked?..is that the word?, out of the shower . .dried myself, covered my loins and found my clothes, returning to the shower-room to hurridley dress. Coffee was cold, but no colder than Karen, sitting on the couch with her back to me. I didn't know what to say . .wanting no more agro at this very late hour. I let myself out, driving homeF with mixed feelings, but no emotion. Early morning . .breakfast . .wife say's, "What time did you get in last night"? "Early this morning, actually love, up all night screwing me boss!" "Yeah, Dave . .and pigs fly"! . .she says flippantly!. "You're right, Love, nobody screws Karen", I said . .and meant it! We still talk buisness . .my Boss and I, the 'subject' is never mentioned, and she still phones every 3 weeks or so during the evening to 'Check up', but somewhere is a sense of failure between us . . .lifes like that . .one doesn't . .err . . 'Win' all the time . .some endings are like that . .sad . .in a way. My Boss My boss, Jan, is quite a bit older than I am. She just had her fiftieth birthday. I never thought of her in a sexual way before. She is not an unattractive woman, but I certainly would never stare at her ass as she walked by my office. So I wasn't thinking in those terms when she invited me to dinner. Carrie is a coworker who I do lust for. She has a hot body, pretty blue eyes and long blonde hair. We are good friends, and I would ask her out, but you know how that can be a problem. If the relationship goes sour, then there will be lots of trouble at work. Both Carrie and I are crazy about our boss and we would do anything for Jan. So when Jan asked us to meet at Carrie's house for dinner, we both said sure. The dinner was eggplant parmigiana which I cooked for the two women. We finished two bottles of wine at dinner and we were feeling no pain. Later, Carrie said that she had to meet with an internet buddy in an chat room and went upstairs to her bedroom. Jan came over and sat next to me on the couch. She pressed her body against mine and it wasn't long before we were kissing. I was shocked. Carrie was right upstairs! Was this whole thing planned? Jan's kisses were so hot and passionate that I didn't care about the situation. She felt so good. I kissed her back hard, driving my tongue into her mouth. I felt her hand slide up inside the leg of my shorts until she found my already erect cock. Jan is married and is a great mother to three lovely teen-aged boys. She has a husband who she loves and speaks of often. She has a photo of her family on her desk. So why was she doing this? At the moment I didn't care. She tore my shirt off and went for the buckle of my belt. I was now in the living room of my friend Carrie's house completely naked with my boss. I undressed Jan. She was wearing a full sized white cotton panty, the kind that somone's mom would wear. It was so cute. She was standing in front of me. I slowly pulled on the elastic of her waistband and folded it down to expose the soft skin between her belly button and her pussy. She was trembling. My tough hard-nosed boss now seemed so vulnerable and fragile. I kissed and licked her working my way lower and lower until my tongue was on her pussy. She let out a loud moan of ecstasy which I'm sure that Carrie could hear upstairs. Then we heard Carrie's voice coming from upstairs. She said, "My internet lover wants to know if you guys are fucking yet." Jan then grabbed my hand, pulled me off the couch and started leading me upstairs. I couldn't believe it! We were both naked, my cock was sticking out like a flag pole, and we were going to see Carrie! Apparently, Jan wanted to show Carrie what we were doing. Carrie was seated at her computer wearing a nightshirt, proof that she and Jan had made some kind of plan. Carrie wasn't aware of this part of the plan though. She was shocked when the two of us walked into her bedroom and Jan pulled me on to her bed. My kinky boss was not only a philanderer, she was also an exhibitionist. Who would have thought? I went back down to Jan's pussy and I could hear the keys of Carrie's computer as she typed out a play-by-play description to her internet lover. Jan was very loud. She was whimpering and moaning and was so on fire. I couldn't believe it. It was as if she hadn't had sex in twenty years. She was coming really hard. I knew she needed more, so I slowly inserted my finger into her and started licking her clit again. She was builting to another orgasm and she was almost crying when she came again. I got on top of her entered her. She said, "Oh my god you're so much bigger and thicker than my husband, Oh you fill me so good, Oh my God". I was gushing my cum into her and she was coming again with me. She pushed me on my back and got on top of me. She was rubbing her wet, swollen pussy on my cock. I could feel my semen dripping down my balls as she rubbed me. She was pleasuring herself as she rubbed her clit on my cock, but it felt so good for me too. I was getting hard again. She put my cock back in her pussy and started thrusting her hips. She was fucking me hard. I have been with a lot of women, but I have never been fucked that hard before. She screamed as we both came again. She rolled off of me and lay face down on the bed. I went down between her legs and started licking her there. She got up on her knees so that my tongue could reach her pussy. My tongue was playing around in her ass and going down to her pussy and then back up again. Carrie said out loud, "now he is literally kissing the bosses ass." She was groaning again, obviously enjoying the stimulation of her anus. I rubbed her clit with my finger as I licked her and she was going crazy. She came again, really hard. I was on fire for this red hot woman. I grabbed her hips and thrust hard into her from behind. Now it was my turn to fuck her really hard. I screamed myself as I came so hard that I collapsed afterwards. We held each other for awhile and then my boss ordered me to get dressed. Jan told Carrie that she owed her one as we walked out the door and then Jan went back to her husband and family. The next day I received a dozen roses at work from and "anonymous" lover and an invitation from Jan to go away for a weekend. I also received a note from Carrie that she enjoyed sleeping in her sheets that were soaked with my cum, that she had to masturbate herself to sleep, and wanted to know when it was her turn. Life is good. My Boss It was nearly 10 p.m. when Paul called. He was the night manager at the restaurant where I worked. He called me at home on a fairly regular basis so I didn't think much of it when I saw the caller I.D. He said he was looking for some logbook and wanted to know if I knew where it was. I told him to call his mom, the day manager, but he didn't want to wake her up. I said I didn't know where it was, but I knew which one he was talking about. He asked me to go up there and help look for it. I didn't have anything else to do, so I said yes. I knew there would be few, if any, customers at the restaurant so late and that most of the staff would have gone home for the night too. Paul and I had been flirting and teasing each other at every opportunity for over two years and I knew this was probably another attempt to get me alone. I didn't mind at all. Even though it was probably too cold to wear shorts I decided on hip hugging button-fly denim shorts that showed off my toned legs and ass. I wore a pale purple tee shirt that showed just a hint of my stomach. Paul told me once that he loved the way my tits moved beneath my shirt when I didn't wear a bra, so I left it off. Being a size 36D I usually wore one, but they were firm enough I didn't always have to. Leaving my long dark hair down, I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door. When I got to the restaurant most of the staff was already gone. The only customer was Steve, who was finishing up his coffee. Saying hi to Steve on my way through the building, I went to the office to find Paul locking the office door. "Hey sexy," I said. "Hey girl. Damn, you wore those shorts I like. You do that just for me?" he said with a little smile that always made my heart beat just a bit faster. I laughed; it was a typical comment from him. He often remarked that I looked great in everything I wore and that I must do it just for him. "I thought we were going to find that log book," I said. "We are, but first..." He took a long step forward and wrapped his arm around my waist. He put his forehead against mine and looked down at me. It was something he did often, but this time was a little different. He usually put his hands lightly on my hips when we stood like that. The way he was looking at me it was clear what he was thinking. "Paul?" "Yeah." "Did you call me to look for the book or for another reason?" He let go of me and stepped back. "Hmm. That's worth thinking about isn't it? Let's go outside with Becky and smoke." I followed him as walked through the restaurant looking for Becky. She was a cute little brunette who waited tables on nights and weekends. She was also his girlfriend. We found her outside with Steve. They were sitting at a metal picnic table in the little covered smoking area. Paul sat down on the bench beside Becky and scooted over close to her, so I sat beside Steve. The four of us sat there talking until Becky finished her cigarette and said she was going back inside to finish her work and go home. Paul moved over to where she had been sitting and told me to sit beside him where it was warm. I moved over beside him and put my left foot up on my right knee. We were sitting so close that my knee was over his thigh. We sat there talking to Steve, Paul stroking my leg from the edge of my shorts down to my knee and back again. His touch was soft and relaxing. My skin tingled with warmth everywhere he touched. When Steve was finished smoking he just looked at us and smiled before walking off into the dark parking lot. Paul pulled me into his lap as soon as Steve drove away. I leaned my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the sensation of his warm fingers gliding over my skin from calf to upper thigh. I snuggled closer when he nuzzled against my neck, his warm breath like a lover's caress over my skin. I lifted my head from his shoulder and he put his forehead against mine. He tilted my mouth up to his with a finger under my chin. As his lips barely brushed against mine we heard the back door of the restaurant squeak open. Sighing I slipped off his lap and he moved to the end of the bench. It was the dishwasher taking the trash out, but the moment had been lost. It seemed we were always being interrupted by someone with poor timing. Standing up, he reached for my hand and asked if I was ready to go look for the logbook. Back in the office I took a piece of candy from the dish on the edge of the desk and popped into my mouth. Paul was sitting at his desk looking through the drawers and I leaned across him to look through a pile of stuff in the letter rack on the other side of the desk. He ran his hand across my neck, pushing my waist length hair back over my shoulder. The simple way he touched me was seductive, charming. I straightened up and looked down at him. "Isn't Becky still here?" I asked. "I'll hear her if she comes this way," he said. "She jingles when she walks. Funny huh? She jingles and you jiggle." We both looked down at my tits. When I didn't say anything, he gave me that little grin I loved so much. It seemed like slow motion as he stood up and reached towards me. His fingers were cool against my skin as they slid up under my shirt. Massaging my tits he leaned down to kiss me and I turned my head to the side. Not discouraged he kissed my neck. I put my hands against his chest and tried to push him away. "Stop Paul," I whispered. Even to my ears it didn't sound convincing. It sounded like a plea for him to never stop. "Why?" was all he said as he bit my neck then soothed the sting with his tongue. I couldn't think of a reason to stop. I couldn't think at all. His touch always emptied my mind. I didn't turn away this time when he moved to kiss me. A nearly desperate wanting filled my body. I almost said it aloud, said how much I wanted him. Instead I leaned against him, silently begging for more of his touch. "Whoa! Didn't mean to interrupt," the cook said as he walked into the office. Startled, I tried to pull away, but Paul held me tight to him with an arm around my waist. Seeing it was just the cook, I laid my head on Paul's chest. The cook had seen us together a few times before and always kept quiet about it, so I wasn't worried. When the cook looked at me with a raised eyebrow I knew that he wanted to talk to Paul alone. "Did you look on Mr. Howe's desk?" I asked, stepping away from Paul. "No. I don't like to go through his stuff," he said as he walked out of the office with the cook. Mr. Howe was the owner and very picky about who touched the things on his desk. His desk was pushed up against the manager's desk so that they faced each other. Often stuff that was supposed to be on the manager's desk got pushed across to Mr. Howe's. He had the bad habit of not returning things that got pushed across. I sat down at Mr. Howe's desk. When Paul was done in the hallway with the cook he came back into the office and started looking through the filing cabinets. I searched through the stacks of papers on top of the desk but didn't find the logbook. I turned the chair to the left, towards Paul, and pulled the bottom drawer open. I saw Paul out of the corner of my eye as he closed the filing cabinet and walked over to me. Trying to ignore him I bent forward and started doing through the files in the drawer. Before I realized what he was doing, he pushed me back in the big plush desk chair. His hands were on my shoulders and he bit my nipple through my shirt. I arched my back, lifting my tits up to him. When I moaned he put a hand between my parted legs. Closing my eyes, I relaxed in the chair, letting him do whatever he chose. Suddenly he pulled away from me and when I reached for him he quietly said, "Becky's coming," and went back to the filing cabinet. "I hate her sometimes. I really do," I whispered as she walked in. I turned the chair towards the other side of the desk so she couldn't see my face or the wet spot on my shirt where his mouth had been. I knew if she saw my face she would know something had happened. Trying my best to ignore them talking I kept looking for the elusive logbook. I couldn't find it anywhere on Mr. Howe's desk. I glanced down at my shirt to make sure the wet spot wasn't noticeable before I went around to Paul's desk. I sat down in his chair and heard Becky say bye before she walked out without saying anything to me. When she walked by me I noticed he was right; she jingled when she walked. It was the tip money in her pockets. He walked up behind me as I yanked drawers open and dug through them. I was annoyed with all the interruptions. I was also annoyed with how much I wanted him. I hadn't felt this way before and it bothered me. "Get out of my chair." "No." "I mean it, get up." "Shut up. I'm looking for the fucking book you seemed to need so badly." "If you don't get up right this second, I'm going to make you pay." I looked up over my shoulder at him and saw that he'd shut the office door. I hated when he shut the door. It gave us entirely too much privacy, allowing him to torment me with soft kisses and gentle hands. I ignored him and opened the next drawer. Still standing behind the chair he leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Get up or I'm going to bend you over the desk and fuck you until you forget your own name." I practically jumped up and ran to the door. He laughed at me as I leaned with one shoulder against the door. The way he looked at me I got goose bumps down to my toes. This was not the game we usually played. This was not playful teasing meant only to excite and tempt. It seemed he had decided it was time for the game to come to an end. "Stop looking at me like that," I sounded irritated. "Like what?" he asked with a wicked grin. "You know exactly what I mean." "Why don't you come back over here?" "Make me," I said defiantly, crossing my arms over my chest. "Okay." He walked to me, twisted his fist in my long hair and yanked, tilting my head up. His kiss was rough and demanding. His teeth scraped down my throat as he snapped the deadbolt closed on the door. Somewhere in the back of my mind I I knew I should make him open the door and let me walk out. I couldn't make myself do it though. He'd wielded some power over me for years and honestly I was tired of fighting against it. He swiftly lifted me off my feet and carried me to the desk, setting me on top of it. Looking up at him I kicked off my shoes and spread my legs. He stepped between my knees and pulled my shirt off. I leaned backwards on the desk, propped up on my elbows. When his mouth closed over my tit I bit my lip to keep from moaning. His mouth kept sending chills through my body while he undid my shorts. I lifted my hips so he could pull them off. He stood looking down at me and I watched as his gaze traveled over every inch of my silky flesh. The look in his eyes was pure lust. I shivered once, not sure if it was the cold air or the anticipation screaming through my body. He sat down in the desk chair and rolled it close to the desk. His hands were on my knees as he started kissing up my thigh. I couldn't control the shiver that speared through my body when his tongue slipped inside my soaking wet pussy. He licked up to my clit and back down. Rubbing slow circles on my clit with his thumb he softly bit at my pussy lips before plunging his tongue inside me again. I was desperately trying to be quiet but couldn't stop my pleadings for more. Giving in to my demands he pushed two fingers inside my cunt and scraped his teeth over my clit finally letting me cum. Sighing he sat back in the chair and looked at me. I could feel my cum dripping on to the desk as I lay there with my legs spread. While I'd been pleased, I was nowhere near satisfied. I sat up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. I unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off. My fingers were shaking and I fumbled trying to undo his belt. He pushed my hands aside and finished undressing. Standing naked before me I finally got to see the body that I longed to have on top of me. I wanted him to fuck me until his strength was gone or I couldn't take it anymore; either option would make me very happy. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him until he was rock hard. He leaned down and kissed me before shoving everything behind me across to Mr. Howe's desk. I lay back across the desk and looked up at him. His hands gripped my hips and I gasped as he eased his cock into me. The way he filled me so slowly was torture. When he had sunk his dick deep inside me he stopped and looked down. "Oh Paul, please," I whispered. I felt his cock slide out of my pussy, leaving me empty and aching before suddenly plunging back into me. I arched my back when his hands stroked up my sides to my tits. My body quivered beneath his touch and I screamed his name the first time I came with dick buried in me. I grabbed his arms and pulled myself up. Wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed him roughly. I whimpered when he pulled away, sliding out of my pussy. He fell back into the chair and raised an eyebrow at me. I quickly got off the desk and straddle him. I slid down, impaling myself on his hard cock. I rode him at a furious pace. The more I came the more I wanted. The chair was on wheels and had rolled back until it hit the bookshelf behind the desk. Each time I slammed down and he thrust deep inside me the chair banged against the shelves. When a small box tumbled down, missing us by inches he put his hands under my ass and stood up. He kissed me, a deep kiss that only fueled my need for more. He lifted me up higher until his cock slipped out of my pussy and then slowly lowered me until my feet touched the floor. He turned me around and pushed the back of my head, bending me forward over the desk. He kissed up my back to my neck as I lay with my tits pressed against the cold hard desktop. "You want it?" he whispered in my ear. "Yes! Now!" I felt his hands on my ass seconds before his still rock hard cock slammed into my pussy. He fucked me deep and fast, pushing me up onto the desk until my feet couldn't reach the floor anymore. I hooked my feet behind his ankles so I could gain leverage to move beneath him. He trailed biting, stinging kisses across my shoulders. Moving my hips I pushed against him, needing to take every inch of his dick into my aching pussy. Tears filled my eyes as I came over and over. His fingers massaged up my spine and tangled in my hair. He yanked my head back and whispered in my ear how he'd waited far too long to fuck me. I could only moan and take the punishment he was giving me. Still pulling my hair I felt his other hand in the center of my back, pinning me to the desk. He rammed into me hard enough to move both of the desks and shot his cum deep inside my cunt. Releasing his hold on my hair, I lay with my cheek against the cold desktop and whimpered as he pulled out of me just as slowly as he had first pushed into me. He rolled me over and scooped me up in his arms, sitting down in the chair with me on his lap. I was content in his arms, snuggling against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. With one finger beneath my chin, he tipped my face up to his. He kissed the tears on my cheeks and then put his forehead against mine. The way he looked at me was comforting. As I moved to kiss him his cell phone rang. Someone had called earlier but he hadn't stopped to answer it. It was on a shelf behind us so I handed it to him. Seeing it was Becky he told me he had to answer it, but to be very quiet. I could hear her asking if he'd left work yet. He told her no, he had to count down and finish paperwork, but he'd try to hurry. I also heard her ask if I'd left. He winked at me when he told her I'd left 30 minutes ago. He hung up and I eased off of his lap. I sat in Mr. Howe's chair, folded my arms on the desk and lay my head down while he counted the money. We talked while he finished the paperwork and then got dressed. We walked outside together. I got in my truck and was about to drive away when he stopped me. I rolled the window down. "Mom is going to be mad. I never did find that log book," he said. "Tell her I distracted you. She'll forgive you then." He laughed and kissed me, a sweet tender kiss. I watched him get into his car before I drove away; going home to get some much needed rest. My Boss & His Wife I was amazed. I'd never seen my boss without a three-piece-suit -- never seen his tie loosened. And here he was barefoot in some kind of hooded druid-like robe. 'Twas different. I'd been working late and was dropping off papers at his house. He was a short stocky man; not at all fat, but thick. Looked so natural in his three-piece-suits, with his shaved head, wiry blonde goatee, and tinted glasses. He seldom spoke, which was a bit spooky. He passed notes. But here he was, and he looked even more natural in his splotchy druid suit. His wife popped into the hall. She cocked her head and wiggled hello with her toes. I'd met her many times. Usually she wore tank-tops, which showed off her tattoos. Now she was wearing another druid suit, and I couldn't see any of her extensive tattooing. She was a tall thin Korean woman, with a midwestern suburban twang. I couldn't guess her age. She talked freely. She cocked her head the other way and told me to come in for some wine. So, of course, I did. As I sat chatting on the couch, I wondered whether I was an interruption or take-out food. They sat on a couch opposite me, five feet of open carpet all that was between us. She did most of the talking, he did none. The wine was fine. She asked about my girlfriends, and pressed for sexual details. She was so alluring, curled up on her couch in her hooded cowl. I started telling her things that I hadn't told anybody. Then he started rubbing his cock through his robe. This was new for me. So were the druid suits, but this was a more noticable first. I stopped chatting mid-sentence. She responded by scooting over to her husband and theatrically lifting his robe. His legs were thick and hairy. Blonde hair, pale flesh. She lifted it higher, and there was his naked erect cock. Now, this was for sure a landmark new moment. I'd never seen, in the flesh, an erect human penis that wasn't mine. His was shorter and a lot fatter than mine. T'was thick, pale, and uncut. (I'm cut, and cross about it.) I'd been getting hard, too, but this sight deflated me at once. Then, keeping her eyes on mine, she started to suck his cock. My dick got suddenly hard again. She explored his foreskin with her pointed tongue. Then she slurped it down inch by inch, all the while glancing up at me and fondling his balls. My erection was becoming uncomfortable in my pants. Suddenly, she let him out of her mouth, and started to crawl over to me on her hands and knees. She took my pants down to my ankles and took my engorged dick into her hands. He followed her. He threw her robe up, exposing her naked lower half, and with a squilch shoved his cock into her pussy. I saw that her tattoos went all the way down her spine and around her buttocks. Very artistic. When she took my whole dick in one gulp it became my first three-way. They seemed practiced in how they thrust and pulled in unison. She groaned and ooo'd and aaah'd. He was silent and never took his eyes off mine. I was about to come, when she pulled hard on my nuts. Ow! Then she pulled off both of us. She slithered onto the couch and pulled up the robe, showing me her vulva. 'Twas wet and swollen, with a narrow whisp of dark hair above. "Fuck me hard," she said. Naturally, I dove in. She wrapped her legs around mine, and her arms around my shoulders. I pushed my dick all the way in and held it there, bobbing. 'Twas wonderful. Then I felt fingers on my nuts, rubbing and fondling gently. This was very new -- they were his fingers. Then he sucked on my nuts a little, gently. I struggled briefly, but she was strong. "Relax -- it'll be easier," she cooed before clamping her teeth onto my earlobe. Then he went to work on my poor anus. And yeah this was all new. He greased me up, stretched me out with his fingers, and plunged his fat cock up my ass. All the while she was milking my dick with her vaginal muscles. He had one hand on my hip and the other on my back as he humped my virgin cornhole. I could hardly move. His big balls slapped into mine. I came, long and deep. Then he came. All I felt was heat in my bowels and pain in my butt. He jerked a bit, then disengaged and went to the bathroom to wash up. She let me go, and I rolled off her onto the carpet. She handed me my wine. I sat there and chugged it, with my pants around my ankles, and made a nasty stain on their carpet from my poor arsehole. I was gone before he came out of the bathroom. Not long after, I found a new job. I don't think she ever came. I never did see her tits.