17 comments/ 59199 views/ 34 favorites My Boss and Me By: Pusscake36 I never really thought about what might happen that night as I dressed in front of my husband. It was a simple farewell dinner for my boss at a local restaurant with me and four other girls I worked with. My husband had always had a fantasy about wanting a threesome or talking about me having sex with someone else and, whilst we had been at parties where I had been groped by a friend of his, nothing had really happened and I wasn't keen on having sex with anyone other than my husband. Anyway, Mike sat there on the bed, watching as I dressed for the evening in my blue silk bra, suspenders and knickers and asked if I would wear my chocolate seams with my 5" high red stilettos so he could imagine my boss getting turned on by me. I was a bit reluctant but went with it as my blue dress was high neck and stopped an inch or so above the knee so hardly provocative. Some eye shadow and red lippy completed the look and then my boss, Richard, rang the bell and we were off to the restaurant. He had already picked two of the girls up and nothing really happened over the evening apart from him frequently topping up my glass with very expensive white wine as we ate dinner. It was one of those dinners that just flew by and it was soon time to leave and I thought nothing of it when he dropped the other two girls off before me, even though we had passed the end of my road at least twice. He said that he wanted to talk before he left the company as he had so much to say and would it be OK if we stopped the car and chatted? Well, in my tipsy state I said yes, and we stopped in the entrance to a field down a country lane about five minutes away. We spoke about working together and the fun it had been in the office and all of a sudden he leant over and kissed me, first just lips to lips and then passionately, his tongue in my mouth, my tongue in his, savouring the moment. And then it stopped, both of us realising what had happened and unsure how to react. He started to kiss me again and I felt his hands creeping up towards my breasts and I tried to stop him but he was very persistent and, at first he stroked my left breast, and then moved over to the right, before feeling them together as we kissed even more passionately. I thought this was as far as it would go as we were both married and it was getting very late. However, he obviously didn't think so, and I felt his hands sliding up my legs, slipping under my dress and stopping when he realised I was wearing stockings. He said that he had often wondered if I wore stockings to work as he had occasionally imagined that he had caught a glimpse of stocking top if I bent over and that he was always really turned on by the thought that I was wearing. My crutch was soaking by now and I hoped that he would stop before he touched my pussy, in case he thought its wetness was a sign to go further. He suggested that we get in the back of the car and I thought that would give me a chance to stop or at, least, slow things down. His hands then went behind my back and I could feel him unzipping my dress and sliding it down to my elbows, as one hand came round and felt my tits. I told him that we couldn't go any further as we were both married and Mike would be wondering where I had got to. He started kissing me again and before I knew it, my bra was undone and he could see my naked tits, before he slipped down and began sucking my nipples, God I was getting wet but still very afraid of how far he would expect me to go. His hands slipped between my legs, rubbing my pussy on the outside of my knickers before he slipped them to one side and slid a finger gently into me, getting me even wetter. He then moved back up and put my hand on the outside of his trousers and I could feel just how hard his cock was. And then he unzipped his trousers and put my hand around his cock as he played with one tit and fingered my pussy again with the other hand. He got me wet, so very wet and I told him that this was as far as we could go. He carried on sucking and playing with my tits and he fingered me with first one, then two and finally three fingers before pushing my legs open even wider as he kissed me yet again. He was rubbing my clit as her fingered me and I was reluctantly getting so wet that I hoped that my wanking him off would make him cum in my hand before anything else happened. Then it felt different, his fingers had left me wet but this felt bigger and I realised he was slowly pushing his cock into my pussy, my faithful married pussy. I told him I thought that we should stop but he began kissing me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth and stifling my protests. I tried to push him away but my elbows were trapped by my bra and dress as he pulled them further down and he began squeezing my tits and sucking hard on my nipples. I told him we should stop, that it had got out of hand, but he continued to slip his hard cock into me, inch by inch until he was rubbing against my clit. His hands slipped down to my thighs and he began to spread them wide, caressing them where the stocking tops met my flesh. He started to slide his fat cock in and out of me, gradually pulling me onto it so it went deeper into me with each thrust. This wasn't going to be making love, this was a fuck and I just hoped that I would be able to stop him cumming in me as I had stopped taking the pill some months ago. I told him he would have to pull out before he came and he told me he would if he could cum over my tits. I agreed he could as I really didn't want to risk him making me pregnant which made him push his hard cock even deeper into me. He was stretching me so wide that my faithful married pussy now felt like what my husband would call a 'slut wife's cunt.' His cock was stretching me as he pushed deeper and deeper. And then I felt it, his hot spunk shooting deep inside me, making me wetter with every thrust as he came and came inside my fertile cunt. He kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper as he continued to cum, spreading me even wider as he forced his cum into me. I didn't think he would ever stop cumming; it was even running out of me as he pushed more and more of it up my soaking cunt. There I was, dressed pulled down exposing my tits with their swollen nipples, my stockinged thighs spread with my boss's cock deep inside me, only the second one I had ever had, and my cunt full of his cum. I think the realisation of what we had done began to sink in and, with no tissues I had to rely on my knickers to catch his cum which seemed to be flooding out of me. I started to dress myself and noticed that in his passion he had given me a love bite on my left breast which left me wondering how on earth I was going to explain the mess I was in when I got home. I think we were both a bit embarrassed as he drove me the short distance home but he did kiss me full on the mouth when he dropped me off. It was by now 02:30 in the morning and Mike was still up when I walked in and he asked me how the evening had gone. I told him that I needed the toilet but to go and wait for me in bed as I tried to work out how I was going to get away with my unfaithfulness. I slipped my dress up and my knickers were absolutely soaking with Richard's cum which I mopped up as best I could along with the flood that was still dripping from my swollen cunt. And then the moment of truth, I walked into the bedroom where Mike was lying naked on the bed with the bedside light on. I made him lie there and began to suck his cock until it was hard, almost to the point of him actually spunking in my mouth. He was asking me what had happened and why I was so late so I told him we had stopped and that Richard had kissed me which somehow made him even harder. I slid up the bed and sat astride him, holding his cock in one hand and slipping my knickers to one side with the other and guided him into my cunt, the cunt that less than half an hour ago had Richard's fat dick in it. He asked me why I was so wet and I replied that Richard kissing me so passionately had turned me on as I would have something 'to confess.' Mike was really fucking me now, begging me to tell him what I had done but I couldn't, in case, in the cool light of day, he realised that his wife had been well and truly fucked, in an entrance to a field, with her legs spread and her boss' cock deep in her unprotected cunt. He started to unzip my dress and I quickly remembered the love bite so turned the light off before slipping down my dress and bra, like Richard had done, and told him to give me some love bites on my tits, to treat me like a slut if he wanted. He turned me onto my back and fucked me so hard and deep I was sure he would feel the remains of Richard's cum in my cunt and, with one last push, he added his spunk to my well used and stretched love hole. Mike then asked me to sleep in my stockings and knickers so he could imagine what it would have been like if Richard had managed to get me into his bed! And that was it and, to this day, I have never confessed what happened, although Mike does ask me to make up a story about what could have happened that night and then fucks me so hard and fast it always brings back memories. My Boss And Me: Quickie In A Corner Since this is the first story I am posting here, perhaps I should tell you a little about myself. I'm about 5'4'', 22 years old, I have dark auburn hair that hits me in the middle of my shoulder blades and I also have big hazel eyes. My lips are very plump and pouty, which I think makes my face attractive and my bra size happens to be a 36E – yes, my boobs are pretty big but I assure you its all natural. Now that you know me, let me start telling you what happened on my co-worker's wedding... Pamela has been my co-worker for a couple of years now and we became very good friends. She had been engaged for 5 years when finally decided to get married to John – of course I was invited and attended the wedding. It was a lovely religious ceremony followed by a reception that included dinner. While everybody was getting to the reception, drinks were being served and everybody was mingling. I happened to spot my boss on the corner and I stopped by to say hi since I felt it would be extremely impolite of me not to do so. My boss is a very handsome, not too tall, African American man. He's about 30 years old and tends to always look very serious; today was no exception. What nobody knew about my boss, Eric Danna, was that apparently he had a crush on me – he had emailed me a few times, saying that he though I was pretty and flirting generally. I always took that lightly, as a joke, a laughed or giggled. When we were alone, either on meeting rooms or happened to bump into each other in the corridors, we would flirt somewhat but it never went further than that; a couple of winks and almost innocent words. Today, when I was saying hi and trying to be polite I noticed a couple of other guys looking at me and when I left my boss and went to the bar to get myself a drink, one of them followed and started a conversation. He was being nice and friendly but went away for a few minutes. Another guy approached me and then another. I didn't know what was going on, but I guess some desperate singles do go to weddings. Meanwhile, my boss came up to me and said: "Would you mind coming with me? I need to tell you something." I did so and he leaded me to a little dark corner, past the bathrooms, almost in the entrance to the kitchen. Nobody would see us there, not the guests that were in the dining room and not the staff that was coming out of the kitchen. He put me against the wall, entrapping me with both his arms, hands firmly pressed against the wall at shoulder level. "You see, I'm not enjoying this game you're playing" – he said to me, in a very cocky, yet serious way. There was a sort of click in my brain and I instantly knew what he was talking about. "Well, Mr. Danna, I think I know what you mean but you'll have to excuse me because I am enjoying this game thoroughly." – I answered, smiling nonchalantly. He took a deep breath and relaxed his arms a little, as if frustrated. His brown eyes met mine for what appeared to be a long time and he seemed to be looking within my very soul. "The thing is: I want you. And seeing you surrounded by all these guys displeases me very much. I am not willing to not have you – that is simply not going to happen." "Too bad." – was my response and I quickly escaped his arms, giggling just to tease him. Next thing I knew, I was wondering how his reflexes had been so quick; he had me back in his arms and was kissing me with a mix of aggressiveness and passion I had a hard time understanding. I let go of myself and kissed back but soon realized this could only be a mistake. I tried to set myself free but couldn't. He was way stronger than me. Eric let go of me slightly for a second and said: "Young lady, you need to learn not to mess with me. When I want something, I'm going to have that something. I want you and I'm going to have you." I wasn't laughing or giggling anymore – I was just confused. Letting Eric possess me was something I wanted but was it right to let my boss do this to me? Never mind, my thoughts completely evaporated when I felt his hand working his way up my silk skirt. His strong, warm hand caressing my tights and moving up threw me completely off focus. I don't know how exactly, but he made his way up to my pussy. I had on pink silk panties that he played around with. He ran his fingers through the elastic bands and teased my clit through the silky material. It felt amazing. He decided to go even further and put my panties aside to touch me directly. "You're so warm and wet, you should be ashamed. You're ready and I didn't even have to make an effort. You're nothing more than a common whore, always ready for whatever cock wants to get in that dirty pussy." He let his cock out of his trousers. It was a huge black cock, completely stiff and throbbing. Eric pressed me to the wall with his body again, while grabbing my leg up with one hand. He used his free hand to guide his sex to mine and started to penetrate me. It hurt me bad at first. I wasn't used to have such big a cock in me and that position wasn't helping at all. I think he realized he was hurting me and slowed down a little; his desire still showed though. Slowly, he increased the speed of his thrusts again and filled my pussy completely. I didn't know if I wanted to moan or scream with pleasure. His breath was heavy and that turned me on even more. I searched for his lips to kiss him again but he didn't let me. "Kneel. Right now. And open your mouth; I wouldn't want to stain such a pretty dress." I did as I was told and he put the tip of his black dick on my mouth. I sucked it with pleasure and tasted myself in it – it was sweet and creamy. He shoved his cock in my mouth even deeper as I continued to suck. Eric exploded in my mouth without a word or sign of warning and I did my best to swallow every drop of cum he gave me. When he stopped, I licked his dick as if to clean it. To be perfectly honest, I think I wanted to suck him some more and give him a proper blowjob. Eric helped me up on my feet and told be to go to the bathroom and tidy myself up. Then go back to the party, as people could start to wonder where I was. I did as I was told. "What have you been doing? I've been looking for you!" said Pamela, the bride. I simply smiled and said I was sorry. I couldn't tell her I just had the best quickie of my life with a man who happened to also be her boss. Note - I'd love feedback so if you have anything to say, just go ahead and say it!