7 comments/ 63974 views/ 26 favorites My Boss and Master Ch. 01 By: MitchCapslock All comments and criticism welcome/ The words from my boss snapped me back to reality. I'd lost myself for the past 10 minutes on his cock, using my mouth and tongue to make long, slow strokes along his shaft. He was perched against his desk, naked from the waist down, as I knelt before him. His pants were folded neatly across the back of the chair, while my much cheaper suit lay crumpled on the floor beside it. From his vantage point, he could see across the city from his 46th-story office. I was naked except for the pink satin bikini panties that I wore at his behest. My cock strained against the tight fabric which made them cup tightly against my ass. I could feel the wet spot in front expanding as my dick leaked more pre-come into my pretty pink underwear. "Answer me," he said, a note of irritation in his voice. "Do you want me to come in your mouth or in your pussy?" Reluctantly, I let his 8-inch erection slip from between my lips. I gripped the base of his shaft and look up. "Whatever you want, sir," I said. "That's not what I asked." "I love them both, sir," I said. "It's hard for me to choose." He cupped the back of my head and directed his cock back into my willing mouth. "I know what you mean," he said. "I love to come in your mouth, but I also love the idea of sending you to the Bowman disposition with my load slowly leaking into your panties. I bet you'd spend the entire time worried that the others could smell the sex on you and would find out just how much of a cum slut you really are." His pace quickened with his words, and soon he was pumping his dick in my mouth. I thought he had made his decision, but I was wrong. "Is your pussy wet?" he asked. For a moment, I panicked. I was not expecting to be called to his office for one of our lunch meetings, and I had not used the fancy silicone lube he'd given me before answering his last-minute call. This was the first time I had not been prepared to please him, and I wasn't sure how he would react. I slowly shook my head no, careful not to break the face-fucking rhythm he had established. "That's a shame," he said. "I suppose I'll have to punish you for that. As for now, I have 15 minutes before my board meeting, so it will have to wait." He pulled the back of my head toward him, burying his erection in my throat. "I guess you chose after all," he said, as I massaged the underside of his shaft with my tongue. "That's it, work my dick. Earn this load of cum, you little slut. Swallow it all." He arched his back and pushed against my mouth. I felt his dick begin to spasm and his warm cum filled my mouth and throat. I hungrily gulped it down. He released my head, but I held his softening cock in my warm, wet mouth until he pulled away. As I dressed, he gripped my panty-covered ass. "I will have a piece of this pussy," he said. "And soon." My head was spinning as I made my way back to my little office on the other side of our floor. That I'd become my boss' cock whore and how it had all happened was almost more that I could believe. * * * I hate working Saturdays. I'd rather be home with my wife, running errands, watching football, or anything besides dragging my ass into the office in pursuit of as many billable hours as possible. But that's the way it goes for a 30-year-old lawyer who hopes to be put on the track towards partnership. You gotta show The Man that you'll bust your ass for the firm. Fortunately, my office was off by itself on the 45th floor of the downtown high rise of which my firm occupied two floors. I'd taken to using at least part of my weekend work time for some "me time." Our internet usage wasn't tracked, or so these rumor went. I'd tested it early in my time at the firm, looking up a hardcore porn site that had a plausible, if tangental, connection to a case I was assigned. When no one raised any concerns, I figured I was free to surf to my heart's content. I'd joined the firm right out of law school, six weeks to the day before I married Amber, my college sweetheart. In the ensuing five years, my work life and home life had settled into a routine: Work 50-60 hours a week. Fuck my wife two, maybe three times a week. I love my wife and our sex was good, but rarely great. Almost like painting by numbers. If she came to bed wearing either her black lace thong, or red lace boyshorts, it meant she wanted sex. After a few minutes of kissing, I would go down on her. Sometimes she would come, but usually she would pull me up and we'd finish in the missionary position. If she came from my pussy eating, I could coax her into some doggystyle. Blowjobs were a "birthdays and anniversary" treat. While she made a good effort, I knew her heart wasn't in it. Most of the time, I'd let her fumble around down there for a few minutes, and then move her toward our standard intercourse. Anything remotely kinky was out of the question. In fact, he hottest thing we ever did happened on our third anniversary. After splitting a bottle of wine with dinner, we'd split another while soaking and making out in the on-room hot tub at a fancy downtown hotel. When we tumbled into bed, my cock was hard and slid easily inside her. The wine and the foreplay had me on edge, and the grip of her pussy was too much to resist. I came quickly. Amber needed more. "Please, baby," she whispered. "I'm so close. Will you taste me?" I'd never eaten a freshly fucked pussy before, but I wasn't about to deny her. I slid between her legs. My cum was beginning to leak from her pussy and trail down her leg. I kissed her clit and began gently sucking it as my fingers sought her G-spot. Amber gripped the back of my head as her hips rocked back and forth. The movement dragged my tongue from her clit toward her hole, which was stuffed with two of my fingers -- covered in the mixture of my cum and her juices. With her holding my head, I couldn't avoid getting the mixture in my mouth. It was amazing. I loved the feeling of my sticky cum in my mouth, and the thought of eating it from her pussy made my dick jump, despite having just had an orgasm. As she moved faster, my fingers worked like pistons in her hole, while my tongue flicked against her clit. "Oh God," she moaned. "That's me. That's me." When her orgasm subsided, I slipped my fingers from her snatch and quickly licked them clean. My cock was fully erect and as I kissed my way up her torso, I pushed inside of her. I lasted longer the second time, but probably not by much. As I buried my face in her neck and my cock in her pussy, I savored the taste of her pussy and my cum in my throat. I had eaten my first creampie. The next morning, Amber rolled over in bed. "Was it good for you?" she asked, kissing me on the forehead. I told her it was the best ever, and asked the same. She smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I remember making out in the hot tub, but that second bottle of wine erased the rest of the night. I was worried that I'd passed out on you before we made love." Damn. She didn't remember. Which meant it was unlikely that a repeat would happen anytime soon. I knew that a sober Amber would never let me near her pussy after I'd come in it. But I couldn't get the sight of her cum-fulled twat out of my mind. I jerked off repeatedly while reliving that night in my mind. My porn searches started steering toward creampies and creampie eating. I was obsessed. Many of the clips on the internet purported to show a husband eating his wife's creampie after she'd fucked another man. The thought of eating another man's cum was as exciting as eating my own. It didn't bother me when I found clips in which the husband was "forced" to suck the other man's cock before his wife was fucked. I'd never had any sort of gay encounters before, but the sight of a man submitting to his wife and her lover was strangely erotic. I think at first I lied to myself. I tried to see myself as the man getting his dick sucked. But deep down, I knew that wasn't true. I wanted to be the cocksucker. My in-the-shower jerk-off fantasies revolved around eating another man's load from my wife's pussy, or just taking the load directly from the man himself. And my porn viewing habits changed, too. I watched little straight porn. Nearly all the smut I watched when I should have been working was bi or gay. However, I never was attracted to men in the same way I am women. I never saw a man across the room and thought of sex with him as I might a beautiful woman. For me, it was all about the dick. I was attracted to cock, not necessarily the man attached to it. Which is where I found myself on that Saturday morning. Alone in a nearly empty office, watching men fuck and suck on the internet. Normally, I have enough restraint not to jerk my cock in my office, but that day I was particularly horny. Amber had put me off all week and I was horny as hell. I came across a clip on dudesnude.com that made my cock want to burst right through my pants. Shot with a handheld camera, it showed one man on his back, legs spread wide as his lover pushed his cock into his willing hole. Both men moaned as the top pushed his length completely into the bottom's ass. As the top settled into a stony, steady pace, the bottom moaned and begged for more, his erect dick bouncing to the rhythm of these fucking he was taking. When the bottom grabbed his dick and started stroking, I had to do the same. I unbuttoned my pants and reached in for my own hard cock. I massaged my shaft as the bottom began to moan and shake, his cock shooting several long streams of cum across his belly. His orgasm triggered that of his lover, who buried his load deep in his ass. I was still touching myself when movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked up to see Gary Compton, my firm's managing partner, standing in my doorway. I sat up with a shot and pulled my hand from inside my pants, even though it was obvious what I had been doing. "Pardon me," Mr. Compton said, backing away from my door before turning and walking away. I tried to call after him, but the words wouldn't come. I sat there in a daze for at least five minutes, wondering what to do. Should I go after him and try to explain? Beg for my job? Or should I just clean out my desk and quietly walk away? Even if I managed to keep my job, my chances of making partner were gone. After stewing in my office for more than an hour, I packed up and went home. The rest of the weekend, I worried. Even if Mr. Compton didn't know that I was watching two men fuck, jerking off in my office would still be enough to get me fired. And since law offices are full of gossips, it would only be a matter of hours until Amber knew the circumstances. The embarrassment would be enough that surely she would divorce me. The prospects of losing my job and my wife left me sullen all weekend. I tried to hide it from her, but she knew something was bothering me. Before I left for work on Monday, I considered throwing in a couple of empty boxes from the garage, in case I needed to clean out my office. After considering it for a moment, I left them behind. Anything I couldn't get in my briefcase would be left behind. The only thing worse than getting canned would be walking through the office carrying my shit in a cardboard box. When I reached my office, there was no indication this was anything but a normal Monday: No emails summoning me to HR, no messages from Mr. Compton, nothing. For a couple of hours, I let myself believe that everything was OK and that my career and marriage weren't sunk. Until the phone rang just as I was thinking about getting some lunch. "Mitchell, I need to see you in my office immediately." I stammered a reply and hung up. As I made my way to Mr. Compton's office, I tried to formulate some kind of explanation that might save my job. Nothing coherent came to mind. As I entered his outer office, Mr. Compton called to me. "Come on in, Mitchell," he said. "Mindy is out sick today and I'd rather answer my own phone than train one of the other girls to do things the way I like." Compton had the prettiest office assistant at the firm. I always figured it was just one of the perks of being the boss. His corner office wasn't bad either, affording him at least 10 times the space us regular lawyers had downstairs, in addition to the million-dollar view. Compton watched me as I approached his desk, crossing the expanse of his office. He did not invite me to sit in the chairs opposite his desk, and I did not presume to do so. "Mitchell, we need to talk about what I saw on Saturday," he said. "Is that what we are paying you for, to masturbate on company time?" I tried to start to explain myself, but Mr. Compton cut me off. "Does your wife know you are a homosexual?" "I- I'm not, sir," I said, staring at my shoes. "Aren't you? Your internet browsing from work would suggest otherwise. Gaytube.com, dudesnude.com, Xtube.com/gay. Tell me, does your wife not satisfy you at home?" He asked, rising from his desk and walking over to close the office door. "Do you need a man to suck your dick because she won't?" The door closed with an audible click, and I flinched at the noise. My boss' words had me frozen in place, staring at the floor. "Or maybe you want to be the cocksucker, is that it?" he asked, as he approached me from behind. "Do you want to get on your knees and taking a real man's hard dick into you mouth? To feel his stiff shaft slide between your lips? To swallow his seed after he explodes in your mouth? Is that the kind of man you are, Mitchell?" "N-no sir," I mumbled. "You are lying," Mr. Compton said, in a voice that was much less harsh than I might have expected. "Would you like me to show you how I know?" He reached around my waist and gently squeezed the front of my pants. My cock had betrayed me. Despite my shame and embarrassment, my dick was fully erect. "Don't ever lie to me again, Mitchell," he said, his voice taking a much more sinister tone. "If I ask you if you want to be a cocksucker, you tell me the truth. Are we clear?" I nodded. Mr. Compton let go of my crotch. "That's not much of a cock," he said, stepping around me and taking a seat at his desk. "How long is it?" "About 5 inches, sir." "No wonder you are attracted to real men. If my cock was that small, I'd probably want to suck dick, too." I didn't answer him. "Have you ever sucked dick, Mitchell?" he asked. I shook my head no. "It's just a fantasy, sir," I said. "I would never pursue it." "But you would suck a dick if the opportunity arose, so to speak?" I nodded. Mr. Compton unzipped his pants, and fished his cock from his underwear. As he stroked it, it stiffened in his hand. At at least 8 inches, it was longer and thicker than my own by far. "Do you want to suck my dick, Mitchell?" he asked. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I nodded. "Say it." "May I please suck your dick, sir?" Mr. Compton stood and removed his pants and boxers. "Get on your knees," he commanded. I complied, dropping in front of him, his erection swinging just beyond my eyes. "Kiss it," he said. "Lick my shaft. Show me that you are going to properly service my cock." I did as he asked, running my tongue along the bottom of his rigid shaft. "Mmmmm. That's it. Now take it in your mouth." I wrapped my lips around his cock head, gently sucking as I let more of him fill my mouth. As I got bolder, I tried to take all of his length into my throat, but I could not. I gagged and chocked, pulling away from him. For an instance, I feared he'd be angry. I was wrong. "Easy, boy. You are going to need more experience before you deep-throat a cock like mine," he said, pushing his cock against my lips. "Go slow. You will learn to relax your throat in due time." I gripped the base of his cock with my right hand and went back to sucking and sliding his shaft between my lips. Mr. Compton moaned his approval and I could feel his dick swell in my mouth. "I'm going to cum, Mitchell," he said as his breathing quickened. "I want you to swallow my load. Every drop. Don't let any escape." Mr. Compton grabbed the back of my head, pulling until my lips were against my fist. I felt his cock jump and a warm liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed twice, hard, mindful not to let any of his seed leak from my mouth. When his breathing slowed, Mr. Compton released his grip on my head and pulled away. His cock slid from my mouth. He turned, pulled on his boxers and stepped into his pants. He didn't speak, or look at me as he dressed. I sat quietly on the floor, the taste of his manhood in my throat and my head spinning. I'd just sucked my first dick, and it was my bosses' nonetheless! "You can go now, Mitchell," he said without turning around. I made my way to the door. As I reached for the knob, Mr. Compton called after me. "I'll have Wendy clear my late afternoon schedule tomorrow," he said. "We'll have another meeting then. And Mitchell, you can expect that everything about your little world is about to change." My Boss and Master Ch. 02 All comments or criticism welcome. New rules, new life The message light was already blinking when I got to my desk Tuesday morning. "Mitch, this is Wendy. Mr. Compton asked that I remind you of your 4 p.m. meeting this afternoon in his office." Forget? It was all I had thought of since I left his office, the taste of his cum coating my throat. It was what I had fantasized about after I locked myself in the men's room, dropped my pants and jerked off before going home to my wife. I tried to concentrate on work the rest of the day, but the beating of my heart and the stiffness in my pants were hard to ignore. At promptly 4, I opened the outer door to Mr. Compton's office and said hello to his assistant. Wendy looked up, smiled at me and used the intercom to announce my arrival to Mr. Compton. "Send him in," Mr. Compton's voice said through the speaker on her desk. "And, Wendy, Mitchell and I may be awhile, so just turn on the answering machine and you can cut out early. I'll see you in the morning." I let myself into his office as Wendy gathered her things and left, locking the outer door behind her. I stood in front his desk, in exactly the same spot as the day before. Mr. Compton, who was reading some papers, did not look up at me. Nor did he offer me a seat, and as I had the day before, I did not presume to sit. Finally, he put aside the papers and looked up. "Tell me, Mitchell, did you enjoy our time together?" he asked, and I nodded my answer. "Good, because that was just the start. Take off your clothing, please." As I complied, Mr. Compton continued. "I don't think you are being true to yourself, Mitchell. You can't get the satisfaction you desire through typical sexual encounters with your wife. You need to submit, Mitchell. To me." "Submit, sir?" I asked. "Yes. Submit. You will focus on satisfying my sexual needs, whenever and however I say. Do you understand? Everything will be done to please me. How you dress, what you say, everything will be to please me." I tried to find words, but I could not. I nodded in agreement. "Let's go over some basics," my boss said. "Since you want to act like a woman, sucking dick and eating cum, you have lost the right to dress as a man." The fear on my face must have been obvious. I was not prepared to become a cross-dresser. "Dont worry," Mr. Compton said. "For now, we will start with your undergarments. From now on, when you are in this office or may be in my presence, I expect that you will wear panties." Mr. Compton reached into his desk and pulled out a sack from an underwear store from the mall. He tossed it to me. Inside I found a pair of white stretch lace boyshorts. "I bought those for you," he said. I didn't wait to be told. I slipped them on and pulled them up. My cock, which had bee laying limp as I stood there, stiffened and pushed against its lacy surrounding. "So you like that?" Mr. Compton said. "Look at your little man clit. But I see a problem, Mitchell. Pretty panties don't look as nice with all that hair. I expect you to be smooth the next time I see you." I panicked again. "Sir, how will explain that to my wife?" "That is your fucking problem," Mr. Compton snapped. "Would you rather explain that, or the whole story?" I nodded my understanding of his demand. But then he surprised me. "I've changed my mind. I want you to leave a small 'landing strip' just above your little man clit, just like the sluts in the porn movies have," he said. "Then, every time you look down, you will be reminded that your body is for my pleasure." He stood and began removing his clothes. "I assume that you are a virgin," he said. "You have never had a cock in your pussy, have you?" I shook my head. He grinned. "I am excited to take your cherry," he said. "If I had some lube, I would do it today." My panty-covered cock twitched at the thought. I may have been inexperienced, but that didn't mean I wasn't eager for a good hard fucking. Mr. Compton finished undressing, laying his clothes neatly across his chair, and turned back to me. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, as it swung freely between his legs. Even soft, it was impressive and nearly as long as my cock was fully erect. He walked past me, opened a cabinet near the seating area at the far end of his office and poured himself a drink. He took a seat on a black leather couch. "Come here, Mitchell," he said. I didn't need to be told what to do. I dropped to my knees between his open thighs and kissed the head of his cock. It stirred and sprang to life, as I planted kisses along the stiffening shaft. I slipped my lips over the head of his cock and swirled my tongue. I let the shaft slide into my mouth, slowly taking more and more until I could feel the tickle of my gag reflex starting to kick in. I withdrew, allowing all but the tip of his dick to escape before starting slowly down again. I reached between his legs and cradled his heavy balls, massaging them slightly as I worked his dick in and out of my mouth. Mr. Compton pushed his hips forward, until he was barely sitting on the edge of the couch. "Lick my balls," he said. I let his shaft slip from my mouth and slap against his abdomen. I kissed my way down his shaft to his testicles, which I kissed and licked. I'd never had anyone lick me that way, and I was slightly unsure what to do. I sucked and nibbled at them, hoping he he was enjoying my efforts. I glanced up to see that he was watching me as I worked his balls. "Now, eat my ass," he demanded, spreading his legs. "I want to feel your little slut tongue on my hole." I gently lifted his ball sack before running my tongue along his perineum toward the crack of his ass. As my tongue dipped between his cheeks, Mr. Compton let out a soft moan. He gripped the back of my head, guiding me to his secret spot. My tongue fluttered across his asshole, eliciting more moans of approval. As I licked and gently probed his backside with my tongue, I reached for his shaft. My saliva and his precome provided plenty of lube for a slow, sensual stroke. I worked his asshole with quick, sharp movements, while giving his dick slow, deliberate strokes. "That's it, lick my ass," he said between moans. "Show me how much you love to be my slut." I kept it up for a few minute, and by his moans, I wondered if Mr. Compton would cum. Finally, he pushed me away and I sat between his knees, my eyes focused on his cock bobbing in the air in front of me. I leaned in and pushed his erection back toward his abdomen, while running my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Mr. Compton's breath caught in his throat, a sure sign of his approval. I cocked my head slightly and used my lips and tongue to stroke his shaft from the base of his cock to the head. As his breathing increased, so did my pace. "I'm coming," he said, and I worked faster, feeling his shaft pulse as he unleashed a load onto his belly. When my ministrations because too much, he pushed me away. "You liked that, didn't you?" he said after a minute. "You like stroking me with your mouth, making a mess all over my stomach?" I had. My cock was pushing against the panties he's made me wear. I wanted badly to reach down and stroke myself. It was as if he was reading my mind. "Look at your stiff little clit," he said. "Do you want to stroke it? Do you want to cream your new panties?" I nodded. "Well, do it, slut," he commanded. "Show me how much eating my ass and sucking my dick turns you on." I reached into my white boyshorts. As i began to stroke, Mr. Compton scooped some of his come from his belly and pushed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them greedily as I pumped myself toward orgasm. It didn't take long. Within a minute or so, I moaned as loudly as I could with two fingers in my mouth and filled my pretty white panties with my load. I fell back, and Mr. Compton stood over me. "That will be all for today, Mitchell," he said. "Leave now. And don't forget what I have told you. I expect you to follow my rules to the letter. Trust me when I say that any failure to do so will bring severe punishment." I gathered myself, pulled my suit pants on over my wet panties and headed for the door. Mr. Compton, who was dressing himself, did not look up as I left the room. * * * On the way home, I stopped off at a big-box retailer and purchased some shaving cream designed for the 'bikini area', a razor, and two pairs of satin bikini panties, one a light pink and the other a virginal white. I figured they would get me through a couple of days until I could get to a store that carried a nicer selection of sexy underwear. I threw a cheap NASCAR T-shirt over my selections and hastily made my way to the checkout. Thank god the store had a self-checkout. I'm not sure I could have stood there, wearing my cummy panties, and watched a clerk ring up my things. I stopped off at my gym, and headed for the locker room. There were some guys changing in the next row of lockers, so with my heart pounding, I shucked my suit and put on a pair of shorts and the T-shirt I'd just purchased. After a quick workout, I stripped down, grabbed my shaving tools and headed for the far shower stall. Following Mr. Compton's instructuons, I shave my crotch and balls, and attempted to blindly remove any hairs from my bottom. I left a 1/2 inch vertical strip above my penis, just as he had ordered. I wrapped myself in a towel and quickly changed and left, stashing my new and dirty panties in my gym bag. Already it felt odd to be back in men's underwear. As soon as I got home, I knew I had a problem. Amber gave me a much more forceful hello kiss than normal, and I was certain she would be coming to bed later with sex on her mind. How was I going to explain my nearly hairless crotch? I stewed over my problem during dinner. Every story I came up with seemed ridiculous, something Amber would never believe. I crawled into bed while she went to shower. I didn't know what her reaction would be, but I doubted it would be good. Sure enough, she sauntered into the bedroom wearing only her red lace boyshort panties, one of her "do me" pair. As she slipped into bed, it occurred to me that her panties were almost exactly like mine. She kissed me, pushing me onto my back. When she shifted her weight on top of me, I could feel the crush of her breasts on my chest and below, the top of her panties against my belly. Amber wasn't in the mood for a long make-out session. She surprised me by sliding until she was sitting on my chest, her pussy just inches from my face. She scooted forward and I kissed her clit through the lace. I puzzled her sex with my nose as I kissed and licked her. I could feel the wet warmth of her arousal spread, and soon her panties were soaked. She didn't stay in them long, rolling off me long enough to peel away the red lace before pushing her pussy back into my face. At first, I let my tongue roam along her slit, licking her as she rotated her hips to move where she wanted. But as her pace quickened, I zeroed in on her clit, licking and sucking gently at it. It was all she needed. "That's me. That's me. That's me," she moaned, rocking faster and faster on my face until she came. After she had come down a bit, Amber rolled off me, letting her face fall into her pillow and presenting her perfect ass to me. I forgot for the moment about my shaved junk and dropped my underwear and took my place behind her, slipping my dick into her wet pussy. As I slowly fucked my wife, I thought about my afternoon with Mr. Compton, wearing panties at his behest and sucking his cock. While I couldn't imagine giving up pussy, I also couldn't wait to get my mouth back on his big cock. And then, to take him in my ass, to surrender it as my wife gave her pussy to me, well that was even more exciting. I was ready. I wanted it. I wanted his load inside me. It didn't take long and I came in my wife. We collapsed together and soon fell asleep. The next moening, I'd forgotten about my shaving job and jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. Amber was at the sink brushing her teeth when I stepped out. "What the heck did you do?" She asked, pointing at my nearly bare crotch. For perhaps the first time in my life, I came up with the perfect lie. I told Amber that I'd lost a bet to my old college buddy and occasional workout partner Tim. Instead of money, Tim suggested we bet something more embarrassing, and one of the other guys suggested shaving. The bet stuck, I said. "I picked the wrong team in the NBA finals," I said sheepishly. Amber's face changed from horrified to bemused. Tim and I had made bets before. She bought my story. "Oh my god, you have a landing strip," she said. "How long do you have to keep it?" Thinking quickly, I told her the bet required me to keep it until the start of the NBA season in the fall. She seemed to buy it, suggesting I use her shave gel, so as not to get grown hairs. Disaster averted, I dressed and headed to work. When I reached the office, I ducked into a restroom in the lobby and locked myself in a stall. I retrieved my new panties from my gym bag. I slipped the pink satin bikinis on and pulled them up over my ass. They were snug, but not uncomfortable. I adjusted my cock and got redressed. Before heading upstairs, I quickly rinsed the boyshorts Mr. Compton had given me and stuffed them back in my gym bag. Walking to the elevator, I noticed how the panties hugged my ass. I liked it. I sat in my office all day, hoping to hear from Mr. Compton. By 4 p.m., there hadx bee no word. I guessed I would not be hearing from him. About 10 minutes later, my desk phone rang. I didn't recognize the number on the Caller ID. Mr. Compton was on the other end, calling from his cell phone. "Mitchell, I'm in the parking garage. I have 25 minutes until I must leave to catch a flight," he said. "Come here." I hustled from my desk and rode the elevator to the parking garage. There I found a Lincoln Towne Car sitting with the back door open. Mr. Compton called to me, and I ducked into the car. "I'm on my way to an out-of-town meeting," he said. "But I wanted to be sure you were following my orders. Take down your pants." I glanced toward the smoky partition between the back seat and the driver. He likely couldn't see us, but I wasn't sure he couldn't hear us." I undid my pants and pulled them down to reveal my pink panties. "Let me see the rest," he said. I pushed my pants to my knees and pulled down my panties far enough to show my bare crotch and landing strip. Mr. Compton smiled with delight. "Good, good," he said.. "You have done very well. Would you like a treat? "Please, sir," I replied, soaring at his praise. Mr. Compton unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it to full-mast. "You may suck me," he said. "But don't let any cum get on my suit. And hurry, I have to leave in just a moment." I got up on all fours and grabbing his cock, stroking it as I leaned in to get it in my mouth. As I worked to jerk and suck him to an orgasm, he reached over me and grabbed my panty-covered bottom. "I can hardly wait to fuck you," he said as I sucked. "I want to see the look on your face when you give your man cherry to me. I want fill your hole with my cum." I moaned my approval, and pumped his dick faster. I didn't know when he would return or when he planned to fuck me. I knew this load of cum I was working to free from his balls would have to last me for awhile, at least. Mr. Compton, squeezed my ass and pushed up from the seat. I felt his cock pulse in my mouth and I started swallowing. After four or five convulsions, his dick went still and he let go of my ass. I worked quickly to clean his shaft before releasing him from my mouth and pulling up my pants. As I crawled from the car and shut the door, Mr. Compton rolled down the window and called to me. "I'll see you soon, Mitchell," he said. "Be ready." My Boss and Master Ch. 03 All comments and criticism welcome. My Boss, My Master: Losing it I kept up my office routine, even though I knew Mr. Compton was out of town and might not be back for the rest of the week. Each morning, I would stop in the lobby restroom, change into a pair of panties and then head to my office. I quickly found that I liked the feel of women's underwear against my skin. But with only three pairs to choose from, I knew I would soon be bored with what I had. I took a long lunch on Wednesday and drove out to a mall on the opposite end of town from my home, in hopes that I would not run into anyone I knew. I headed straight for the lingerie store, my heart thumping in my chest. I had only been browsing a few moments when the clerk approached, offering help. I managed to get out a halfway believable lie, telling her I was looking for a gift for my wife. She showed me a few things, and didn't bat an eye when I "guessed" my wife would wear a large. I quickly picked up a black lace thong, a red g-string that I hoped would cover my man clit and little else, a red stretch lace boyshort that looked very similar to ones my wife liked to wear, and a pair of black mesh bikinis. I was ready to check out when a white lace thong caught my eye. I had to add add it to my stash. I paid and got out of there, stopping in the men's room to change. The red g-string was theft most daring, and I wanted to feel the microfiber on my manhood and the tiny string in my crack. They were snug, but not too uncomfortable. As I left the mall, I could feel the back string rubbing against my rosebud. By the time I got to my car, my cock was stiff and pushing against my panties. I squeezed myself through my pants on the drive back to the office, but I refrained from jerking off after I got back. I tried to concentrate on work that afternoon, but every time I shifted in my chair, I could feel the g-string against my skin. I was just about to give in and lock myself in the bathroom for a quick jerk, when my office phone range. It was Mr. Compton. "Are you wearing your panties, Mitchell?" he asked. I assured him I was and I told him of my lunchtime shopping trip. He seemed pleased. "Are you wearing your new panties?" he asked. When I told him I was, Mr. Compton wanted to see. He gave me an email address, instructed me to take a photo of myself and send it along immediately. I happened to keep an inexpensive digital camera in my office, so I shut my door, quickly undressed, and tried to snap a photo that would please him. I tried a few poses, before settling on the one I liked best. Sitting in my chair, I put my feet on the desk and held the camera between my legs. With my knees spread wide, I was able to get a shot that showed off my panties best. But when I looked at it, something was missing. My dick had gone soft while I worked to get the best shot. I stroked myself to erection and took another snap. It was much better. My stiff little man clit stretched the panties, making them look even better. I created a new yahoo account for myself and fired off the photo to Mr. Compton as instructed. But even as I did, my erection would not go away. I couldn't wait any longer. I put my feet back on my desk and reached into my panties, gripping my cock. As I stroked it, I thought of Mr. Compton taking my cherry. I let my other hand rub the thin string that runs along the crack of my ass. When my fingers brush against my rosebud, I shuddered and stifled a moan. It didn't take long and I filled my panties with cum, the white goo running down my shaft and matting to the landing strip I wear at my boss' command. I grabbed the camera and took a few more shots, including one in which I pulled the g-string down far enough that my softening cock and the mess I'd made on myself were clearly visible. I dressed after that, knowing that someone could knock and open my office door at any moment, exposing me to certain ridicule. My phone rang again. "You enjoy wearing your panties, don't you, Mitchell? They make you feel slutty, don't they?" Mr. Compton asked. "Is that why your little clit was sticking out?" I admitted that I enjoyed my panties and confessed that I had touched myself after taking the photos. "You are a dirty little slut, Mitchell," he said. "Isn't that what got you in trouble in the first place?" He paused, but I didn't answer. We both knew the answer. "Did you come?" he asked. "Are your little panties soiled?" When I admitted that they were, his tone of voice became stern. "Send me a photo. Now." I did as instructed. A few seconds later, I could hear a chime in the background. I could hear his breath catch in his throat. I knew I had pleased him. "That will be all, Mitchell," he said before the line went dead. * * * The next afternoon, I was working on a long, boring boilerplate brief in a land dispute case. A courier appeared at my door, dropped a package and was on his way. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn't even look to see who it was from, let alone open it. It was a couple of hours later before I examined the small box. While the recipient label was complete with my name and address, the sender's label simply read GC. It had to be from Mr. Compton. I tore open the box. Inside I found a white garter and stocking set and a note, which read "Virgins look best in white." As I fondled the material, my office phone rang. "I hope you like your gift," Mr. Compton said. "I will see you at 5 p.m. Friday at the Four Seasons downtown. The desk clerk will be expecting you." When I got home, Amber wasn't thrilled to hear I'd be late getting home, especially on a Friday. At least until she learned that I was working late with the managing partner. Every lawyer's wife knows that the key to moving up the corporate ladder is getting noticed by the boss. We went to bed that night, excited by Friday's prospects. But while Amber dreamt of the power and prestige a partnership in the firm would bring us, I could only think of sucking Mr. Compton's big dick until he was ready to fuck my virgin hole. * * * On Friday, I wore my white bikinis at work. I could hardly sit still. I could not wait for 5 to come. My dick was stiff at the thought of what was to come, so much so that I worried I would soak my panties through. By 4:30, I could wait no longer. I put my garter, stockings and my white lace thong in my briefcase. Just as I was getting up to leave, my cell phone buzzed. It was Amber, calling to wish me luck with my big meeting with the boss. If she only knew, I thought. I made the 10 minute walk from our office to the hotel. As Mr. Compton had said, the clerk was ready for me. She handed me a keycard, directed me to the elevator and explained how to find the room. My heart was pounding as I rode up. It seemed surreal that this was about to happen. I was about to be fucked by my boss. I opened the door to find an empty suite. On the dresser was a note. "I will join you shortly. Prepare yourself. -- GC" I undressed, hanging my clothes in the closet. Once naked, I washed quickly with a washrag and touched up my smooth groin with a razor that was laying by the sink. I slipped into my white lace thong and pulled the garter up around my waist. Getting the stockings on were tougher than I expected, but I managed to get them up and fastened to the garter. I liked the way the stockings hugged my legs, and walking in them made my dick twitch in my panties. Walking back into the main room, I noticed the floor-to-ceiling Windows that afforded a panoramic view of downtown. I could see my own reflection in the glass as I stood there. I liked the way I looked in the panties and stockings. I felt vulnerable and excited, sexy and a bit scared. I ran my hands over my bottom, feeling the lace of my panties and the nylon of the stockings on my thighs. In my heart, I knew I was ready to completely submit to Mr. Compton. I wanted him to take me, use me for his pleasure and fill me with his seed. I as I stood there, running my hands over the pretty things I was wearing for him, I never touched my cock. But the rubbing and the thoughts in my head aroused me all the same. My man clit stiffened, pushing against the white lace. I'm not sure how long I had been standing there when Mr. Compton opened the door and stepped into the room. I turned to greet him and his eyes roamed over my body. "You started without me," he said, acknowledging the bulge in the front of my panties. As I tried to apologise, he cut me off. "It is all right, Mitchell," he said. "It is good that the thought of taking a real man's cock deep inside you is arousing. You should excited at the chance to feel my dick push at your virgin hole." I smiled at the thought. As Mr. Compton got undressed, he asked that I fix him a drink. Once naked, he sat on the couch in the suite's seating area. I brought him his drink and as he took the first sip, he motioned for me to turn around. "Bend over, Mitchell." I complied, my pantied bottom jutting out toward his face. Mr. Compton let his fingers trace my garter before running his hands along the edge of my panties and my ass. "These are pretty panties, Mitchell," he said. "They go well with the garter and stockings. Very alluring." He let his hand run down my bottom and across the stocking to my knee. Slipping his hand between my knees, he ran his hand up over the tops of my stockings and between my legs until his hand was nestled between my cheeks. When he touched my balls through my panties, I let out a little gasp. "You are turning into a fine sissified little slut, Mitchell," he said. "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Yes, sir." "Excellent. Turn around, please." I did as he asked, unashamedly showing him my the bulge in the front of my panties. I was not the only one aroused. Mr. Compton's big dick was standing at attention between his legs. He spread his legs and scooted forward on the couch as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I leaned in and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, but never letting it touch my lips. When I could feel the head of his manhood pushing against the back of my throat, I closed my mouth around his dick and sucked in gently. He moaned his approval as I held him as deep in my mouth as. I could while rolling my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I slowly released him from my mouth, allowing all bet the tip to slide from between my lips, before pushing back down on his dick. "You are becoming a wonderful little cocksucker," he said as I worked him with my mouth. "I have been saving this load for you all week." I dropped his shaft and kissed at his balls before using my tongue to massage them. After a few minutes, I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, pinning his erection against his abdomen. A few strokes was all he could take before Mr. Compton pushed me away. "That's enough of that," he said, as I stared at his glistening cock jutting from between his legs. "Are you ready, Mitchell?" "Yes, sir." "Tell me what you want." "Please fuck me, sir," I said as I stared at the cock that would soon be in my bottom. "I want you take my cherry. Use my man pussy for your pleasure, sir. Please, fill me with your cum." Mr. Compton smiled down at me. "Excellent, Mitchell," he said. "Go into the bedroom and get on the bed on your hands and knees. I will join you in a minute." I did as instructed, while Mr. Compton refilled his drink. Peering between my open knees, I could see he had his drink in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other as he stood at the end of the bed. Sitting the lube bottle beside me, Mr. Compton ran his hands over my pantied bottom and down the backs of my stocking-covered legs. As he caressed me, I watched his dick sway back and forth, knowing it would soon be inside me. He pulled the lacy back of my white thong to the side and ran his finger down my crack to my rosebud. I couldn't help but moan. "I think you want to be fucked as badly as I want to fuck you," he said. Mr. Compton ran his hand between my legs and across the front of my panties. My man clit stiffened to his touch. "It's important you be aroused," he said. "It will make penetration much easier for you." He applied some lube to his fingers and massaged my hole, eliciting more moans from me. Within a few strokes he was dipping one -- and later two -- fingers into my man cunt. Mr. Compton soon moved to my side and knelt on the bed with his cock near my face. I took the tip into my mouth and gently sucked at him while he worked his fingers in my backside. He let his other hand rest on the back of my head, guiding my oral ministrations. When he pulled away, his cock and fingers slipping from me at the same time, he ordered me onto my back. "Pull your knees up to your chest," he said. As he positioned himself between my open knees, Mr. Compton stroked some lube onto his cock. He let his manhood fall from his hands and it fell into my the crack of my ass. He rubbed his shaft back and forth in my crack and felt the weight of his body on mine for the first time. He lined his cock up with my hole and used his hand to guide it into place. With a small push, the head slipped past my outer muscles and popped into my rectum. The pain was not as sharp as I'd expected, and before I knew it, Mr. Compton was balls-deep in my man pussy. He paused there, allowing my ass to adjust to the intrusion. "That's it, Mitchell," he said. "Take my dick into your body. Feel your submission to me." He let his cock slide from inside me until only the tip remained before pushing back in as deep as he could. The movement took my breath as his cock rubbed against my prostate from the inside. As he settled into a rhythm, I found myself moaning as his cock worked deep in my bowels. My cock -- while not quite stiff but not soft, either -- bounced against the lacy constraints of my thong as Mr. Compton fucked me. His breath and his paced quickened, and I knew he would come soon. "Please, sir," I begged. "Fill my virgin pussy with your load. Come deep inside me. I need it. I need your come." It pushed him over the edge and he stroked into me deep, pushing so hard that I could feel the front of his thighs against the back of mine. "Take it, take my load." I could feel his cock pulsing as he filled me with his cum. Mr. Compton held still as his orgasm subsided, his dick buried deep in my ass. When he finally composed himself, he let his shrinking cock slip from my ass, leaving me with an empty feeling. Some of his cum ran down my crack and pooled in my panties. He reached for his drink. I laid beside him, still and quiet, unsure what I was supposed to do next. I waited for further instruction. After finishing his drink, Mr. Compton stood. "I'm going to take a shower," he said. "Join me if you like." The suite had a large walk-in shower with a bench at the far end. Mr Compton was fiddling with the faucet when I entered the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, and rolled my stockings off my legs and stood to remove my garter. When I reached to take down my panties, Mr. Compton stopped me. "Leave them on," he said, stepping into the shower. When i joined him, Mr. Compton handed me the soap before turning away from me. I washed his back before letting the bar linger as I soaped his ass and the backs of his thighs. "Tell me, Mitchell, did you enjoy yourself?" he asked. "Was taking real man's dick and being fucked all you had hoped it would be?" I said that it was. "Good. Because there is much more where that came from," he said. "Your tight little pussy is exquisite. I'll be having more of it." When he turned to put his back in the spray, I could see his cock had started to rise again. Without prompting, I knelt in the shower and rubbed soap across his groin, being sure to stroke his shaft with my slippery hands. His cock immediately came to full attention and he made an approving noise in the back of his throat. He turned to rinse himself before turning back to me, his hard dick in my face. I took him into my mouth, sucking deeply at his skin as I let his shaft fill my mouth. My dick jumped in my now-soaked panties as he grabbed the back of my head and began to fuck my face. "Look at me," he said. I did as he asked, careful not to move my head. As he fucked my mouth in much the same way he had my man pussy a few minutes before, he spoke to me. "You are a fine little sissy slut, Mitchell," he said. "Your mouth and your pussy belong to me, do you understand? I will fuck them as I please." I moaned at his words, which only encouraged him to fuck me harder. "Touch yourself while I fuck your mouth," he said. "Rub your little man clit while you feel a real dick in your throat." My cock was stiff before I could get my hands in my panties. I worked it in time to the fucking he was giving my face. After the afternoon I'd had, it wasn't long before I was moaning loudly, announcing my impending orgasm. "That's it, fill your panties with your cream, you little slut," he said, his voice echoing of the tub's wall. "Eat my cum, swallow it." My body stiffened and I came all over my hand, just as he pushed into my throat -- farther than ever before -- and gave me the second load of cum of the day. He held his cock in my mouth as it shrank away, allowing me to savor the taste of his load in my throat as I caught my breath. When he released me and left the shower, I stayed behind on the floor. My head was spinning from the afternoon's events: meeting Mr. Compton in a hotel room, sucking him, taking his dick into my virgin ass and then having my face fucked in the shower. I didn't notice that he'd dried off, left the room and redressed. "Take all the time you want, Mitchell," he said. "I'll see you in the office at 2 tomorrow afternoon." I laid on the floor of the shower until the water finally started to run cold. * * * It was nearly 9 by the time I got cleaned up, stopped by the office for my things and headed home to my wife. Amber was excited to hear all about my big meeting with the boss. I made up enough work-sounding stuff to satisfy her. "Will you be working together again?" she asked. "I'm sure of it," I told her. "Mr. Compton says he has plans for me."