1 comments/ 71108 views/ 5 favorites Ross the Boss Rides Again By: sirhugs This is written as a freestanding story, but it is also an instalment in an ongoing series. Ross first appeared in "Hey, Legs", followed by "Ross the Boss Ch. 02"; "Ross' Power Point Performance"; "Eating Lunch In" and "An Older Man Experience". Whether you read them first to better understand Ross, Molly and leggy Lorna's history, or sample them to read more about Ross, if you like Ross, I hope you read them. * "Your cock is so hard, Ross, darling -- is there a new hottie at work?" My wife, Molly, was more than tolerant of my attraction to my lovely, leggy assistant, Lorna. Some time ago, she had even joined in, serving as the main course for lunch eaten in my office. Allowing me to realize my fantasies at work had spiced up our lack lustre love life. In addition to Lorna, I had had sex with several other staff -- the exotic Elena, and Cindy, a voluptuous brunette who had worked briefly as our receptionist. Then there had been young Natalie, the Big Boss', nubile blonde daughter, who, after hearing about Molly, Lorna and I eating lunch in, had sought out her older man experience. Nat had set out to seduce me, offering me her virginity in the process. Delectable Nat had graduated and moved on, returning only occasionally to haunt the periphery of office parties at the Big Boss' estate. Just knowing she was there made my cock surge, and during one such function, Molly and I had fucked standing up against the door of the guest bathroom. We were so in the moment that we failed to realize that the door was noisily thumping against its frame until, walking out; a small crowd of amused coworkers treated us to a round of applause. "Good thing it's your wife," the Big Boss' trophy wife joked as we sheepishly walked past her down the hall. I was not quite sure whether I felt her elegant beringed fingers quickly caress the curve of my ass as I went past, but the whole situation left me speculating that although she might be a gold digger, she seemed to have a delightfully dirty mind. In the months since, she had starred in several 'step-daughter threesomes' fantasies with Nat and me, but only in my mind. I had not seen either of them in quite a while. In addition, Lorna had been away on leave, caring for a sick relative, Elena had accepted an offer with a competitor, and Cindy had left town. As a result, Molly had me all to herself. She loved to tease me by taking me clubbing, dressing provocatively, and dancing with hot young women. More than once, she had almost dared enough to invite one home, but so far, only the fantasies had fuelled our sex life -- sometimes, the passions became so intense that Molly ended up blowing me in the parking lot. "It really is reassuring to be such an open book to you, my dear," I smiled. Before Lorna's unconventional approach to marriage therapy, Molly and I had drifted apart. The openness about my sexual attraction to other women had become another topic to share. Molly's willingness to experiment was like the icing on the cake. "You do know that Lorna's been back for a while," I continued. "But we haven't had an occasion to ... well ... you know. I had started to think that she viewed the orgy with you at lunch as a sort of ending, that she thought that I was once again your property, or that after all the time she was off, I no longer needed or wanted her." "But, you did, just as much as before that first time, I bet. Your passions would be like the embers of a fire, just waiting for a breeze to ignite that old spark into a fresh flame." "I really was trying to keep it professionally friendly. She seemed reserved since she came back. Besides ..." I paused. I could feel my heart race, my cheeks redden, my cock surge upwards. "... there was a new girl that started at work since Lorna was off." Molly wrapped her fingers gently around my shaft, just allowing me to sense their presence, barely touching, if at all. "Who is that?" Molly had not been by the office for a while. "Danielle, she's French, French Canadian actually, about twenty-five, just moved to town ..." My voice trailed off then as I sank back into the pillows and sighed. Molly had pumped her fingers up my cock, just one pass, and was squeezing the rim below my head. "I'm betting she isn't a three headed space alien," Molly giggled. She gave my weighty meat a playful squeeze. "Definitely not." Molly had turned three quarters towards me, her tits pushed together by her arms. I could see a flush of excitement on her upper chest, spreading down to that valley between her mounds. "Does she tease you?" Molly's toes were stroking my shin. Her thumb rubbed the spot where the underside of my shaft met my scrotum. "I bet you wish she'd please you." As Molly spoke, she shifted her body across my legs, her face in front of me, and licked my chin, her tongue playfully dancing across the tip of my nose. Her breath warmed my lips. "Well, there was one day, not long ago, when she wore these shoes ..." I had to pause while Molly kissed my nose. "We do know about your foot fetish," she purred, pumping my shaft again, wrapping her palm around the silky head of my cock, rubbing softly. "What were the shoes like?" "I'd say about four inch stilettos, adding nice tense musculature to her otherwise thin calves, which disappeared up a tight grey 'above the knee' skirt. The top was sheer but not see through -- darker grey, loose fitting, just hinting at her delicate firm breasts ..." "Delicate?" I could feel Molly's thighs rub against mine as she shifted closer, until my upright erection was trapped between us, the downy hairs of her tummy teasing the sensitive skin under the cock head. "Not large, but high on her chest, girlish ..." "Like Lorna or Elena ..." "... only younger, firmer, even more mouth-watering ... sort of a raven haired version of Nat." Molly giggled and stuck out her tongue. She was amused that in spite of marrying her, with her voluptuous figure, I had a thing for women with just enough to fill a champagne glass. I leaned forward and kissed her lips, just once quickly. While she was distracted thus, I ran my fingers up her arms and hefted her own bountiful boobs, my thumbs quickly tweaking both nipples. "She likes to showcase her chest in those new sort of t shirts -- the formfitting ones with Lycra woven in. She wears nice push up bras under those, but the heels show off her calves, and the tilt of her ass, which is just a single handful for each cheek." "Can you see her nipples poking against the bras?" Molly moaned as I rolled her nubs. Before I answered, I leaned closer and drew my wife's pendulous lower lip between my teeth, tugging slowly, suckling on it. "I think they are mainly padded bras." Molly returned my playfulness, nibbling the point of my shoulder. "So you just are left imagining them getting excited as she walks away, knowing that you are watching." "Do you think she does?" I asked eagerly. Molly giggled, pausing from running her tongue down from my shoulder towards my nipple. "I love your boyishness. The young lasses really bring that out in you, don't they?" My cock answered for me, swelling even larger, filling the space between our bellies. Molly squirmed a bit, toying with the swollen mushroom poking her navel."Women generally know if men are looking at them." "Do you think she minds?" "Of course not. Attention is exactly what she wants. No one wears 'fuck me heels' to work for nothing." "Sometimes, she wears patterned stockings too." "I bet you fanaticize that they are held up by garters. You would love to run your hand up her nice shapely leg to find out, wouldn't you?" As Molly spoke, she curled her body, all the better to lick around my left nipple. She also slid her hand up my cock again, teasing the slit with her thumb. "Honestly, I usually skip right to imagining both my hands filled with her gorgeous ass as she bounces up and down on my hard cock." Molly giggled and bounced once on my thighs, teasing me. Her fingernails raked the head of my cock. She slid backwards, bending over to stick just the tip of her tongue in my slit. "I guess that I'd have to check for you then," my wife said, looking up at me wide eyed and grinning. "And afterwards, lick her taste off of your cock." She slurped me like a Popsicle to illustrate her suggestion. "Would you also want to lick my cream out of her?" I asked, flashing on how enthusiastically Molly had eaten out Lorna. Then, from somewhere, a practical thought rushed into my head. "Shouldn't I wear a rubber? Danielle might be a newlywed, but if she'll fuck me, who else might she have fucked?" "Maybe she pulled a train at her wedding," Molly chuckled, her warm breath bathing my cock. "But that's too much like a Literotica tale. I'm betting that she and hubby both have had a spell of 'true love' and fidelity. What you need to do is be first in line when she wants her itch scratched." "You wouldn't mind?" I imagined that my tone of voice conveyed the fact that I knew very well Molly would love it if I fucked Danielle, but I wanted to hear her say it. "Of course not, sweetie. Though I'd enjoy it more if I was there to see your fat hard meat spearing into her tight young cunt." As she spoke, Molly shifted, rising up suddenly onto her knees, and forcing my upper body deeper into my pillows, plunging her sodden cunt down upon my erection as she spoke of me doing that to my sexy young staffer. She bounced up and down on my thighs, one hand ripping the base of my shaft tightly, like a cowgirl holding the pommel of a bucking horse's saddle, except Molly was not grabbing to stay aboard, but was extending the ride in a very different sense -- her fingers acted as a cock ring to prevent me from coming. Without that restriction, I would have exploded great gobs of goo up her cunt the moment her labia enveloped my head. Molly thrashed about, throwing her head from side to side, hair falling over her face and then whipping around. She arched her back, pressing her pelvis hard against me, and then snapped forward, driving rock hard nipples into my chest. "Fuck me like you want to fuck Danielle, Ross -- hard fast and deep." I really did not have much choice in the matter, since Molly retained control, her butt slamming against my thighs as she drove herself down onto my cock. "And bareback ..." Molly continued, panting now, "fuck Danielle bareback like you are fucking me. I need to eat your cream out of her tasty tight cunt." Somewhere along the way, I noticed, this had turned from a fantasy of fucking my young co-worker into an assumption that it would become reality. My already stiff cock throbbed with excited anticipation. Molly's abdominal muscles clamped her pussy walls tightly around my girth, slowing our fucking. However, my excitement was causing my hips to start thrusting up off the bed to meet my wife's bouncing, so what we lost in pace was made up for in energy. "Will you nibble her hard little nipples while I fuck her?" I taunted Molly. "Ye ... es ... sss," Molly gasped, her body shuddering with a tiny wave of preorgasmic bliss. "Will you help undress her?" "Please ..." "Will you make her eat you too?" "I will spank the little bitch if she doesn't." This time, Molly was almost screaming, unable to restrain her excitement. "You'll need to stop by the office for ... lunch," I suggested, and then reached up to grab her nipples, holding them tightly in my fingertips as she rocked backwards, creating a natural tugging force. This time, Molly growled like a lioness. As she whipped her upper body forward, she released her grip on the base of my cock and slammed her pelvis against mine without any buffering. I felt her orgasm blast through her body as my seed burst into her womb, pumping with gusto. She slumped onto my chest, gasping for air, her muscles still convulsing as aftershocks rattled through her . My cock slowly drained its last drops into her pussy as my love muscle finally relaxed. If it could talk, I'm sure it would have thanked me for the rest. Since it couldn't, I kissed the top of Molly's hair and whispered "Thank you." "Mmmm ... my pleasure ..." she mewed kittenishly. "Now go shower and go to work. If you play your cards right, you might find a naked chef willing to relieve any fresh frustrations when you get home. As I hopped out of bed, excited to face my day, my wife playfully swatted my butt. "That's assuming you can restrain yourself," she laughed. All of which was a great way to start my day. I quietly had hoped that perhaps Molly would join me in the shower for round two -- her insistence that I pursue fucking Danielle had left my cock hard again -- but she lounged in bed until I turned off the water. Our renewed sex life had also revived her ability to read my mind, it seemed, because I was thinking of just doing a flying leap and landing on top of her, imagining her still snuggled in the sheets. She pre-empted that possibility by being out of the bed. As I reached to open the bathroom door and release the steam, naked with my damp towel in my hand, Molly slid past me towards the shower. She paused ever so slightly just long enough to tease the tip of my erection with a couple of finger tips, and to slide her thigh along mine, making my aching cock bounce. "Now, you get dressed without touching that," She laughed. "I want you nice and horny when you see Danielle today." Again with the mind reading -- her back was turned, how did she know that I had already cupped my balls in my palm, two fingers automatically curling around my own shaft? Molly's wish was my command. After all, it had been her who had conspired with Lorna to revive our sagging sex life. If I had learned anything, it was to appreciate my wife's wicked mind. I somehow managed to dress and drive to the office, but was in a fog all day, my hormones all abuzz from by Molly's morning surprise. Danielle doesn't work in my department, so the morning flew past without seeing what she was wearing, let alone flirting. In my heart, I knew that was all that could happen -- maybe enough to fuel fresh fantasies with Molly, but no chance of actual fucking. It was mid afternoon before I paused at Lorna's desk when she was not seated. As she stood, bent slightly to read a document, I noticed that she was dressed in what I instantly labelled her 'best schoolgirl outfit' -- a white blouse with a thin tie, under a grey v necked pullover with a tartan check pattern, a grey skirt that stopped about halfway down to her knees, patterned stockings, and high heeled 'fuck me' boots ... she looked like a very naughty student. My cock instantly assured me that it was fully recovered from its earlier exercise, filling to that tingly state I call a 'chubby'. Lorna seemed to sense my presence. She turned. Her dazzling green eyes met mine for only a moment before flashing down my body to the area south of my waist. When she looked up again, she was smiling. "Glad to see that I still have that effect on you," she whispered. "I was starting to be afraid that while I was away, you had ceased to stray ..." I felt my chin instinctively waggle side to side, in the negative. I realized that my cock was now about halfway hard -- as fat as it could grow without bursting my zipper. I barely could focus on what Lorna was saying, or maybe all the blood engorging my cock was impairing my brain. "... or found a new object for your affections," she giggled. Then her eyebrows arched up to her hairline. I could feel the warmth of my blush. "You have!" she exclaimed. I glanced nervously about, but it seemed unlikely anybody had overheard. Ever since my dalliance with Natalie, I was worried that the Big Boss might find out that I had been swimming in the secretarial pool. "Your office?" Lorna suggested, again reading my expression, or my mind. She did not wait for me to answer, knowing well that I was tongue tied when in this state. She squeezed past me, allowing her hard nipples to press into my chest. Her hand casually caressed the lump in my pants as she went past. By the time I closed my door, Lorna was sitting on my desk, her long legs crossed, and one boot slowly describing circles in the air. Her skirt had ridden up so that her lacy black thong was easily visible. "You're a naughty little girl. Those panties are not part of the approved uniform," I automatically said. "I might have to spank you." Lorna chuckled, and then leaned back further. The movement pulled her collar wider, baring more of her beautiful chest. Just a hint of cleavage showed where the top button strained against the fabric. Her tongue flicked quickly across her lips, and then she drew it along her lower lip once again, slowly, as if she had a hard cock in her mouth to lick. My zipper was strained to the point of bursting. Danielle was temporarily forgotten, as I pictured the fun I had been missing -- Lorna, across my knee as I sat in the big chair which had replaced the one that we had broken the day Molly had eaten lunch in, and then bending her over the desk to fuck her doggy style. "After I spank you, I want you to lick my fat cock, and lube it up so that I can slide deep into your nasty love box, you slut," I growled, grateful for the sound muffling technology I had recently installed. No need to entertain the alcoholic bookkeeper in the next office. "Or would it be better to just go directly to ass fucking?" Lorna returned my smile. "Not until you fess up about your new playmate," she said, giggling, which kept the mood from suddenly turning too serious. I took a moment before I answered, standing there, appreciating her nipples, which were now visibly swollen, pushing out against her white shirt, begging to be kissed, and then sucked, and then, since Lorna loved playful pain, nibbled, held in my teeth, and tugged away from her modest mounds until a flash of electricity surged into her clit. Only then did I really understand how much I had missed playing with my lovely assistant. I made a quick mental note to thank Molly later for reviving my interest in extra marital affections. As if reading my mind again, Lorna chose that moment to lift her right hand off the desk and caress the side of her breast, briefly, hefting the flesh just for a moment until her fingers curled around and reached that top button. With a simple twist, she released the fabric, revealing more of her freckled chest. My tongue wet my lips as Lorna swiftly unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, revealing her bra, black lace to match the thong. Her hand rested on her flat stomach, casually rubbing around her navel, darting down to reach just above the waistband of her skirt before rolling back up and around. She was humming softly, her eyes hooded, retreating into a private moment. I just stood and watched for a moment, mesmerized. I could feel my hardness throbbing with each beat of my heart, my cock yearning to escape, pleading with me to tear Lorna's panties off and shove my meat forcefully into her wet ready cunt. "Don't ... touch ... yourself ... not yet ..." she commanded, just before throwing her head back and arching her back, her tits thrusting into the air. One hand slid up inside her own thigh, brushing aside the scanty obstruction of the thong. The other hand freed a breast from the bra, cupping it, flicking the nipple with a nail. My hand had crept over, almost caressing my bulge, but stopped on her command. "First, tell me ... about your play toy," Lorna gasped for air. Her fingers were busy, kneading a nipple, and stroking her pussy. I admired the reddish flush spreading across her chest. "I don't really have a toy," I insisted. "More like window shopping ..." Lorna chuckled, from deep in her throat. "Ross, you're such a boy. What are you waiting for, Christmas?" Ross the Boss Rides Again If my earlier blush had receded, it surged back into my cheeks. "What would you ever do without me?" she continued. "I'd do without ... because without you, I would never have rediscovered the sheer joy of fucking my wife. Molly has kept me plenty busy while you were off." I stepped one step further into the room, not quite close enough to touch Lorna, but within range of her body heat. That warmth sent a shiver through my spine, first from the base to the skull, and then surging back down, whereupon it turn through my tailbone and around, up my shaft, and out the slit at the tip of my cock. "Maybe you can help me realize another dream?" I summoned the courage to ask. Lorna did not answer immediately; she was too busy pleasuring herself. Her back arched as her fingers caressed her slit, while her other hand shifted between her two breasts, massaging the flesh, but not neglecting her sensitive nipples, the ones that so loved to be twisted and tweaked. It took all of my willpower to obey her order not to touch myself as I imagined that her tongue, rather than moistening her lips, was lubing my cock to fuck that wet pussy. "Who is it that you want?" she finally asked, without interrupting her activity. In spite of the passage of time since we had last fooled around, I knew that my beautiful assistant was close to climax. More than ever, I appreciated her generosity, that she was willing to split her focus at this moment. "Maybe I'll help you get her ..." Lorna giggled. "... if you behave." I was about to reply, but paused first to watch Lorna's self pleasure. Her fingers were now thrusting deep into her gash, three of them, stiff edges stretching that tender flesh, as her baby finger tweaked her clit on each passage, in rhythm with her other hand pulling on her left nipple. No more talk from Lorna now. Her eyes were hooded. Half closed, her jaw slack, her body began vibrating ever so slightly. She tossed her head back, arching her back as her hips also rose, and then thudded back to the desk. Suddenly, I remembered this was not a lunch hour -- people in either adjoining office, or standing outside the door, might hear this sound, and come to investigate. Just as quickly, I accepted that risk -- Lorna was too far gone to interrupt. Her hair tossed from side to side as she began riding the wave of her building climax. Though it obscured her eyes much of the time, her wide grin confirmed her joy at once again sharing her sexuality with her boss. Her fingers were now coated with her moistness, and a sweet tanginess perfumed the air. Lorna's upper hand had managed to extract her firm boobs from the lacy cups. Her nipples stood upright in the air. Her other thumb meanwhile drummed against her clit. "Must ... not ... scream ..." Lorna moaned. "Kiss me, Ross, swallow my noise." Again, I obeyed, covering the distance to my desk in two long strides. The heat coming off Lorna's half naked body was so intense; I was amazed her clothes had not melted away. I cupped her upturned chin in my right hand and leaned into the kiss. Her lips parted wide, welcoming my tongue. I felt her breathe flood into my throat as her body shook with orgasms. I could feel her arm still moving, thrusting her fist deep into her cunt to prolong the climax. Her teeth bit into my lip. Only afterwards did I recall that in that moment, I was so totally absorbed into Lorna's pleasure that I was unaware of my hardness straining to be set free, the precum pasting my underwear to my flesh. Gradually, Lorna's orgasm subsided, her arm movements slowed, her breathing returned to normal, or something a whole lot like it. She opened her eyes wide, looking almost shocked to find my face pressed against hers. I kissed her button nose, provoking a giggle, and then kissed each eyelid, creating a contented sigh as Lorna uncoiled up from her reclining position, draping her arms around my neck, her head resting on my chest. This allowed me to lick her neck, starting just below the left earlobe, running the flat of my tongue along until it could not reach any further under the collar of her shirt. Lorna arched her back, locking her booted feet behind my knees, drawing me closer as she rose to an upright position. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest. After ruffling the thick hair on the back of my neck, her hands danced down my spine, like a clarinet player playing a tune. She pressed her lips against mine, forcing my teeth apart, her tongue darting in between, finding mine, and wrestling playfully. All that I could do was hold her tight against my body, the angle not quite right to press my erect flesh against her, my anxiousness throbbing from the heat trapped between us. At the base of my spine, Lorna stopped moving her hands downward, and massaged my lower back in gentle circles, sending jolts of electricity through my groin straight up my cock. "Do you like that?" she chuckled. I could taste the sweetness of her breath. "You know I do, but if I don't release this erection soon, it'll rip my pants open. How will explain that to the customers?" Lorna's chuckle this time was deeper, evil sounding. "Why, Mr. Boss Man, you mean that I still have what it takes?" she switched to a little girl voice. "But you still can't show me your willie until you tell me who it really wants to ..." She paused, rubbed her nipples across my chest from side to side, and dropped her hands down, grasping my ass tightly. "...fuck." This was followed by another giggle, and a quick twist of Lorna's hips. "Mommy says that 'willie' is what a proper young girl calls a boy's thingy. But, I guess you aren't a boy, you are a dirty old man. So Mommy might let me call it a prick. Or a cock. Or fuck meat. Is that what you have in there, Bossman, fuck meat? Does your fuck meat want my schoolgirl pussy?" We were now so close together that only her bunched up skirt and my pants separated her belly and my throbbing helmet. She licked the side of my neck, like I had done to her a few minutes before, and starting rocking, dry humping against me, just like a teasing teenager might have done. You ... are ... the on ... ly ... one ... for me ..." I final gasped out the words, not conniving to say what I expected her to want to hear. In that moment I really had forgotten all about Danielle. "Do I get to fuck you now, right here on my desk? Shove my big fat hardness into your hot wetness? Its been so long, I never knew how much I missed it." "I'm such a naughty little girl," Lorna giggled in response. "Who deserves a spanking," I jumped out in front of her train of thought. "Before you fuck me? Oh, yes, please." Her giggle was just like a teenager, complimenting the whole fantasy. "But first, tell me which little vixen you also want to spank. Maybe I can torture her nipples while you swat her ass?" "You'd do that for me?" I asked as Lorna squirmed on the edge of the desk, her skirt rubbing hard against my restrained cock. "I'll be a good little girl after you discipline me." Her tongue flicked across her lower lip as she began panting a bit harder. "Will you eat my cum out of her pussy?" "Yes, please, boss." I stepped back, forcing her to release her grip on my legs. Swiftly, without another word, I grasped her shoulders and slid her off the desk, spinning her around to face away from me. She struggled playfully. I cupped one hand around the back of her neck, and ran the fingers of the other along her spine to the small of her back, then pushed. She slid forward, thrusting her arms out for balance. The hand which had grasped her neck held her down. This lifted her ass higher into the air -- classic doggie presentation. The back strap of her thong was buried deep in between her buttocks, so her ass looked naked, staring up at me. If it had eyes, I'm sure it would have been winking. Its cleavage certainly seemed to be smiling up at me. 'Wipe that smile off its face,' the little demon in my brain commanded. My arm drew back without any more reflection, and my first swat of Lorna's discipline swung hard against her firm round rear. She grunted slightly in response. The cutting off of the sound suggested that she quickly bit down on her lower lip to muffle her outcry. "That's a good like slut -- must not let the whole office know what we're doing. All the girls would want some," I chuckled. I lifted my other hand off her back, and swung it back, slapping hard against her other buttock. She whimpered just a tiny bit as I grinned, admiring the two bright red handprints on her flesh. I did not spank her more right away. Instead, I gently plucked the strand of black lace out of the valley between those lovely rounds and caressed the inner curves of her buttocks, just barely teasing her anus with the tip of my thumb as the nail of my baby finger grazed the bottom edge of her labia. "More ..." Lorna moaned, the "r" rolling long and languid, fading into a sigh. "Hit me again." I gave her what she asked for, two or three quick hard slaps with each hand, no pauses until I made both sides of her butt glow. With each blow, Lorna's cries became more difficult for her to muffle. The scent of her excitement was beginning to perfume my office. After two more slaps, I allowed one hand to rest for a second on the warm skin, and slid my fingers down into the valley, which I quickly confirmed was slick with excitement. Instinctively, her anus gaped open as my thumbnail grazed it. "Fuck me, bosssss ..." she growled in a low soft tone. "This bad girl has been punished enough." "You need to unleash my weapon," I commanded, "but stay in that position. I still intend to fuck you from behind, with you bent over the desk" Lorna whimpered, but obeyed, scooting back a bit, twisting her upper back and dropping her shoulder, looking at her target as her outstretched fingers fumbled to reach my zipper tab. "This is hard," she whined. I reached over and yanked a nipple, hard, twisting it as I pulled it away from her flesh. The instant I released that nub, my other hand struck her ass again. "Naughty girls shouldn't complain. That just earns them more pain," I admonished. It was difficult not to grin, knowing how much Lorna was enjoying the pain. Her groan confirmed it. "I just ... want ... you ... so ... bad," she moaned, her ass humping back towards me automatically, even as she fumbled to free my meat. It likely only took seconds, but seemed longer before I was free of my pants, the air conditioning cooling my hottest flesh, but not diminishing the heat connecting our throbbing bodies. We were silent for a moment as we truly fucked each other -- her hips moving backwards, mine thrusting forwards, her wetness embracing my invading weapon -- so that it was impossible to say that either of us was solely responsible. The combined force drove my first stroke hard and deep into her womb, her greedy labia unable to close around my shaft. I placed a hand on each of Lorna's firm hips, noting that I could feel the bony protuberances, almost using them as handles. This allowed me to control the tempo, tugging her back to meet each thrust as I drove my cock deep inside her, building up speed. Her abdominals were involved now, which moulded her cunt tighter around my cock, trying to create more friction, increasing her pleasure. I felt my balls tightened, but knew that having already pumped a load into Molly a few hours earlier, I could ride Lorna until she had at least one more orgasm. She confirmed her hunger, twisting her neck to look up at me, her face glowing in anticipation. "That's it. Give it to me, hard. Treat me like the slut I am," she moaned. "God, I didn't realize just how much I missed your big cock rocking into me. It feels like you're tearing me in half, but I love it." Her body began quivering, which I knew meant that another climax was near, the tension within demanding release. I fucked harder into her, my balls slamming into her flesh with each thrust. I lifted my hands from her hips. As I expected, she kept rocking back against me, meeting my thrusts. I spanked the outside of each buttock, alternating strikes on either side, while continuing to fuck her, until she softly whimpered. At that point, I leaned over her, my belly sliding along her sweaty back. I reached around until my hands gripped her breasts, squeezing them, using them as handles to increase the tempo. She arched her back, twisting her head more, bringing our heads close together. I leaned forward to close the gap, kissing her open mouth, stifling her screams. Our tongues twisted together as I twisted her nipples, feeling her orgasm building in her neck, travelling down her spine, her cunt clamping hungrily down on my meat like a mouth eating, but she just did not quite explode. "What do you need?" I asked, pulling my lips from hers, speaking into her ear. While there, I nibbled her lobe before she answered. "My clit, touch my clit," she begged. One of my hands lingered on her boob, while the other slid down her body, my fingertips pressing firmly into her flesh so that I could feel her heart beating. I paused to rub her belly, slowing my rhythm. "Please ..." Lorna pleaded, her hips driving against me, her wetness lubricating her inside so thoroughly that my shaft slipped effortlessly into her depths. The hand with which I had been mauling her tit slid upwards as its mate shifted down. I covered Lorna's mouth, knowing that the instant I touched her love button; she would enjoy a desk rattling climax. We did not need her screaming out her pleasure so loudly that our office mates all heard. "We can't want all the ladies wanting to enjoy what you're getting," I said. "Just one," Lorna managed to giggle between gasping for air. "But which one?" I paused, fingers splayed wide on either side of her labia, close enough to her clit to feel the heat, to know that each heartbeat made that nubbin swell, throbbing. It was amazing that even in this extreme state of need; Lorna still remembered the question with which the session had begun. It was almost as if she could not come without knowing who had me so excited. "Danielle ..." I almost whispered the name, bending over Lorna, my lips breathing into her ear. As I spoke, my fingers danced, toying with her clit, bouncing against it from either side, and then rotating, so that it spun like a top. If Lorna had a thought about the identity of her rival, it drowned in the flood of her climax. Her back arched like a cat's, burying me to the hilt. Her cunt was spasming around my cock, her cries of pleasure contained in my palm. Lorna's moans, still muffled by my hand, seemed distant, as if in another universe. I could only imagine that she felt something like I did, that we had stepped off a cliff together and were fucking even as we fell through the air into the unknown darkness below. Then her teeth found my flesh and her bite jolted me back to reality. "So intense ..." It took me a moment to realize that this was my voice moaning, as I continued to pump into Lorna's pussy, my orgasm yet to come even as hers subsided. Lorna whipped her head from side to side, and I realized that she was trying to speak, but her voice was still muffled by my hand. "You still haven't spurted," she observed once I moved my slightly chewed hand back to her breast. "Do you want to pump this load of seed inside me? You know how much I love that. I've missed it so much. But if you want to save it until I seduce Dani for you, I'll understand. She needs your cock fully loaded the first time." Before I could answer, I heard a gasp from behind me. I swivelled, my cock not quite pulling fully out of Lorna's labia. I realized that in my haste to fuck Lorna, I had forgotten to lock my door. "I'm sorry ... I heard voices ... I needed a cheque signed ... I knocked," Dani sputtered in her high pitched girlish voice. She was blushing crimson, her mouth hanging open, but she had not fled, and I quickly calibrated that her eyes were not meeting mine because she could not stop staring at where my wood met Lorna's flesh. "That's all right, my fault," I replied. "Just bring the cheque over here please. Do you have a pen? All of mine seem to have been knocked to the floor." When Lorna giggled, I couldn't help but also chuckle. This broke the tension, and rather than bolting out the door, like she had seemed about to do, Dani also laughed. "You had better close the door again," Lorna instructed, "since you were the one who opened it." As Dani turned to obey, I thought for a second that she might still run off, rather than bring the cheque over to an inappropriately half dressed, and totally erect, manager. I was only one of a dozen bosses with signing authority. Since it wasn't lunch hour, if she searched, someone else would be around to sign her cheque. Still, she would not have come all the way across the office, and knocked on a closed door, unless everybody was busy. Dani never dressed unsexy, in my opinion -- skirts flattered her athletic legs and slim hips; she wore her pants tailored to display the two perfect handfuls that comprised her butt. I was glad, though, that today she had chosen the knee length skirt. This allowed me to admire Dani's calves as she faced away from me. They were perfectly exhibited because today she had selected my favourite from her vast collection of heels -- six inch stilettos with a thin strap around the ankle and across the front, which titled her pelvis into 'presentation position', forced her to tense her calves, and screamed 'tie me up and whip me' and 'let me walk on you' all at once. My eyes roamed slowly from her ankles to her rump. I could feel my stiff cock throbbing in appreciation, and heard Lorna giggle again. "You horny old man," she whispered. "Fucked your wife this morning, almost came in me, but your meat still gets excited by a pretty young thing even fully clothed." Dani turned quickly. I only had an instance to notice that her padded uplift bra under her skin tight Lycra containing t-shirt shielded her nipples. I could only imagine, and hope that they were erect. Lorna whispered again. "You know, she's built a bit like Natalie was. No wonder she appeals to you. Nat was a lot of fun." Perhaps it was because Nat was blonde, but I had not recognized the similar body types of her and Dani. "Nat's tits weren't as perfect," I thought out loud. As soon as I realized that I was hearing my thoughts, I looked at young Dani to see whether she overheard. Her skin showed a teeny hint of blush under its olive tones, but that could just as easily be a reaction to walking towards my nakedness, looking right at my erection, slimy with Lorna's sauce, now pointed right at our new object of infatuation. That was where Dani's eyes were focussing. She was staring so hard at my cock that her eyes seemed ready to pop right out of their sockets. Still, she kept walking towards us. As she neared, she held up one hand to show that she had remembered to bring a pen. The cheque was in her other hand. Perhaps she guessed where my fingers had been, or maybe there was a crusty gleam coating my hand. For whichever reason, Dani did not pass me the paper. Instead, she placed it on the desk, just left of my hip, and poised the pen on the signing line. I could smell her citrus scent, as she stood so close that our bodies exchanged heat. Lorna was still sprawled over the desk, now behind me, leaning on her right elbow to look towards Dani over her right shoulder. "I can't sign on that side, I'm right handed," I pointed out. As I turned towards Dani, my leg pressed against Lorna's rear, knocking her face forward against the desk. She exhaled with a loud grunt. "And I'm kind of in the way," Lorna chuckled, "It's hard for Ross to move in these close quarters. You should bring it around to the other side for him." Ross the Boss Rides Again I could see Dani's eyes widen in response. I assumed that she realized that, unless she took a ridiculously wide circle around me, my cock head was likely to brush against her -- as it was that bulging menace was only about an inch from her hip. "Okay," Dani agreed after a pause, in a little girl voice. She shifted her right foot back to pivot, but, as she lifted the cheque off the desk, the back of her hand shifted, whacking my swollen little head. The paper fluttered to the floor. She glanced down as she giggled, and then looked up at me with her eyes wide. Her tiny fingers wrapped around my pulsing shaft. "Oh, I hope I didn't hurt you," Dani said, looking down at my groin. "Perhaps I should kiss it better? That's what my husband makes me do when I am a klutz." Her fist pumped my shaft once from bottom to top and down again, causing a droplet of precum to ooze out. "Does that happen often?" Lorna asked with a chuckle. I looked away from Dani and locked eyes with my leggy assistant. The grin we shared acknowledged our pleasure at discovering that seducing Dani would no longer be required. "Well ..." Dani blushed again, her eyes shifting away, shyly, as odd as that was given the circumstances. "Sometimes I do it on purpose. I know how much he likes it when I kiss it better. Being brought up at catholic girls' school I didn't ever do that before I met him ... he likes to play teacher." "Well, Ross likes to play Boss," Lorna laughed. "But we all know that Lorna's really the boss," Dani said, just before I could say the same. "Then I order you to kiss Ross' cock better," Lorna replied. Dani shrugged a little, and, in her littlest girl voice said, "Well, you are the boss." Then she fell to her knees at my feet. I ducked quickly as Lorna spun on top of the desk, her leg whizzing over my head as she reversed position, now facing towards me, and then pulled herself up into a sitting position, staring down at our new lover. Dani was unfazed. I'm not sure if she even noticed the toes fly in front of her nose, her attention was so focussed on my organ, which she tentatively fisted a couple of more times. "Every time I pump it, more juice leaks out." "Be careful, that's the pressure release -- if you pump too fast it might explode," Lorna laughed. Dani dropped to her knees at my feet, her hand still closed around my meat. I reached up and tweaked one of Lorna's nipples, which had been dangling close enough to brush against my skin. Lorna sighed softly. Her scent permeated the room, reminding me how wet she was. "You know, Dani, Lorna tastes great too," I said quietly, reaching down and running my thumb along my assistant's slit. I rubbed Dani's cheek softly with a finger as she opened her lips, her tongue darting out to sample Lorna from my digit. The way that she suckled that offering suggested that she was a truly talented fellatrix. No wonder her hubby liked it when she was clumsy, if she made up for it with exquisite blow jobs. We were all quiet for a moment as I enjoyed how Dani's tongue furled around my thumb, and then drew it deeper into her mouth, teasing the skin with just a hint of teeth. My cock was responding, bobbing up and down as much as its rigidity allowed, precum seeping across its head. Lorna reached over and gently rubbed Dani's hair. I caressed Lorna's nipple. Dani spread her lips in a grin, and then opened her mouth wide. "I've never tasted a woman before," she said, my thumb still resting on her bottom lip as it quivered. "What sort of catholic girls' school did you go to?" Lorna chuckled. "Didn't they teach you anything?" "To wait for marriage," Dani laughed in return. "I was a shy girl until I discovered boys. Then I discovered that I liked them nasty. That's how I got the tattoo ..." "... save that story for another day. Right now, we want you to eat Lorna's sopping wet cunt," I said. I stepped back a bit, allowing room. Lorna and I each turned Dani's head at the same time, me guiding her with fingers along her jaw, Lorna cupping a hand behind the youngster's head. Dani shuffled on her knees, turning so that she was crouching between Lorna's widespread legs. This left me standing behind the new conquest, admiring her curves as she rose up slightly, which presented her ass to me. While I admired the view, Lorna spoke. "Wait a second. Before you do that, we need to fix one thing." Lorna leaned forward and reached down, taking a hunk of Dani's shirt in each fist. "You're overdressed." She sat back again, dragging the fabric with her. Dani silently raised her arms, allowing the garment to be removed completely. I stepped a little to one side, all the better to appreciate the firmness of her supple bosom cradled in a lacy black underwire bra. My cock arched upwards in gratitude. Despite the risk of blowing my load before getting to fuck Dani, I automatically caressed my balls. As I did so, I realized that Lorna was staring at me, grinning. 'Thank you," I mouthed silently. Lorna's lips formed words which looked like "my pleasure.'" She tapped Dani lightly on the top of the head, cueing her to look up. Lorna pointed a finger in my direction. Dani swivelled her head and looked at my fist enclosing my meat. "Doesn't it make you feel great to know that even though Ross is the Boss, because we do that for him, we have all the power?" Dani turned back to lock eyes with my assistant as they shared a knowing giggle. Lorna's fingers were still resting atop Dani's hair. She used them to nudge the brunette's face forward towards the soaked treasure perched on the edge of the desk. I shifted slightly off to the side, where I could see that Dani was far from wrinkling up her cute little nose at her first up close and personal sniff of wet pussy. First, she grinned, and then her mouth fell open, her jaw slack. Her tongue quickly darted over her lower lip, wetting it in anticipation. She was panting slightly. "Please, Dani, I need you ..." Lorna moaned, but she did not wait for our new toy's hesitancy to evaporate. Lorna placed her free hand on her own labia, running one nail down the swollen lips, and then using a second finger to pull the flesh apart, revealing her womanhood fully to Dani. Lorna fucked herself for a moment, one finger plunging into her gash. I could hear the squishing noises. She increased the speed of her finger, fucking herself harder, her thumb flicking across her own clit. I knew this must be driving Dani crazy, no matter how new she was to Sapphic sex. My poor cock was aching from a yard away. Being as close as Dani was to this display must have been intolerable. As if to confirm my suspicion, Dani's hands rose to lift her own breasts free from their lacy imprisonment. Her dark red nipples were already hard little pebbles. She lifted the slight weight in her palms, massaging briefly, but quickly moving on to tug on her own nipples. Her hips were gyrating like a milkshake mixer. If I ever had any doubts, that motion confirmed for me that she would be a great fuck. Lorna still had one hand resting lightly on the back of Dani's head, and chose this moment to push Dani deep between her thighs. Dana stuck out her tongue, tasting the mixture of sweat and seepage along the inside of Lorna's leg, travelling smoothly up to the edge of the treasure. Both my cock and I enjoyed the sight, but I remained cautious not to fondle myself too vigorously wanting this load to belong to Dani, and then to Lorna. "Tell me what you want, slut," Lorna commanded, grasping a hank of Dani's hair to prevent the young woman from proceeding further. "I don't want -- I need -- to eat your sloppy cunt and then have Ross use me as his fuck toy. I want to share his seed with you, from whichever hole he chooses." Lorna was still fingering herself, thrusting deep with each stroke, first faster, and then, after every half dozen or so movements, slowing for a few strokes, which actually made her tiny hard tits heave more as she drew air deep into her lungs. "You think my twat is sloppy? It hasn't even been properly fucked yet -- he did have his pole in my hole, sure, but there's no cream pie for you." "Maybe it's because I still think in French -- and French is so much sexier -- it sounded hot in my brain. You smell sweet. I said 'sloppy' because you are so wet, so fragrant, so ready ..." "Ready ..." Lorna sighed, her head lolling backwards, finger slipping off her clit. From the way her shoulders rolled, I guessed she had just enjoyed a teeny preorgasmic climax. "Yes, ready for my tongue ..." Dani responded. Dani ran her tongue down between Lorna's labia, wasting no further time before enjoying her first taste of female flesh. "It's like my pussy is on fire," Lorna commented, smiling at me as her hips writhed on my desk. Her eyes travelled from my face to my cock, and then to Dani's ass, which was bobbing up and down in a tempo to match the youngster's ministrations to Lorna. She knew that I wanted to fuck Dani, and that I loved doggy style. "She has such a gorgeous ass," Lorna voiced my thoughts. "I know that you love ass fucking especially, but start her off easily, fuck her young cunt first. A big cock like yours might damage that ass, which would be a shame. Plus, we wouldn't want hubby noticing." As soon as she said that, Lorna stopped talking; her attention consumed by Dani's tonguing action. Her body shook, out of her control, shaking hard as Dani's tongue whipped her clit, holding Dani's head tight against her loins like a bronco rider holding the rope. Her body exploded like a volcano, her climax flowing out from her core to her toes, and her cure button nose, a blazing wave of heat demanding release. Dani just kept her head buried between Lorna's thighs, tongue deep inside of her. "Oh, Gawd, Ross, she's thrusting the tip into me like it's the head of a cock, and then as she pulls out, she's licking the underside of my clit. I can't stop coming." Lorna was still panting for breath, but gave me this bit of play by play, knowing that her legs prevented me from seeing the excitement. Then she collapsed back on the desk, quivering, and spread her legs wide open. After a moment, she reached out and grabbed Dani's hair in both fists. Using these hand holds, she dragged the youngster's mouth to her bosom. Dani's hips, still covered by her skirt, were swivelling between Lorna's legs, nearly grinding into her groin. I took a step, to stand directly behind Dani. Lorna lifted Dani's head, pulling her face up, so that they could share a brief but intimate kiss, Lorna enjoying her own taste, tongue licking a stray droplet off of Dani's lip. "Ross, take her skirt off. We don't want embarrassing stains on it." Lorna said as she came up for air. Dani needed no urging to suckle Lorna's other nipple while I fumbled briefly with the button and zipper that held Dani's skirt together. Her hips were so slim that as soon as the waist relaxed, the garment slid effortlessly to the floor, revealing her lace panties which matched the bra, and that she wore stockings, not pantyhose. I stood there while she continued drinking Lorna's nectar, simply in awe of how her slender frame supported a pair of perfect buttocks, rounded handfuls without an ounce of excess -- enough to grasp, or to spank, no more. "Take her panties off," Lorna commanded. "You know you want to. Be careful not to tear them. Her hubby might notice if she comes home without them." I thought, but did not ask, how her hubby would be shocked if she was going commando, but miss her pussy being freshly fucked. Since I had no condoms handy, she would likely still have a few million of my sperm dying up inside of her, in the deep reaches where Lorna's tongue would be unable to clean her. Not to mention that after I fucked her, her cunt would be swollen and red, which would be unable to reduce entirely by the end of the day. Dani waggled her ass as if inviting me to indulge. That was all the urging I needed. I stepped closer, fell to my knees and touched her flesh for the first time. Unable to resist, I lowered my head and kissed the niche where those perfect rounds curved into her tailbone. My hands instinctively reached out and cupped her bottom, just feeling the warmth flow between us. Gradually, my palms rubbed the skin, and then my fingers were kneading the firmness. I ran my tongue up the ridges of her spine, finally licking the depression where her brain met her neck, My belly was now pressed against her back, and I could feel the shivers running through her body. My cock, already erect, surged to greater fullness, eagerly brushing against the back of her thigh. I felt wetness gushing out of her twat. "You can make long slow love to her some other time, boss," Lorna suggested, ever the faithful assistant. "Don't forget it's the middle of the afternoon. If she's in here too long, whoever needs that cheque might come looking for it." "Yeah, fuck me now, I need it bad ..." Dani giggled, affecting a 'porn star voice'. Lorna sat upright, angling her head forward so that she was looking down at where the tip of my cock was grazing up against Dani's ass. "Your cock is so big, and she's so slim. I bet her cunt is tight too. Maybe you should start slow ..." "Fuck that," I grunted as I thrust my hips forward, my meaty weapon slicing effortlessly into Dani's depths. "She's plenty wet enough." Dani pushed her rump back to meet me, as her inner muscles clenched tightly around my cock, freezing it inside her womb for a moment. "I love how you taste," Dani purred up at Lorna. "I hope that you like my taste as much after Ross fills me -- do you like eating his cream? Do you like pussy plain? The two together?" The young newlywed spoke in a single breath, like a child, full of wonder. In response, Lorna tenderly massaged Dani's hair, and then guided Dani's lips back to Lorna's cunt. "You'll find out for yourself, I think," Lorna moaned, and then she looked back to me. "I think we have a real find here." "A great pupil," I replied, as I twisted my hips so that my meat rotated inside Dani, exploring her inner dimensions. Her pussy was as tight as expected. Not even Nat had come so close to fitting my fat cock like a glove. I drew back and plunged deep again, starting to fuck her hard and deep, each stroke faster than the last. "Fuck me harder," Dani groaned. "Hush, girl, you have more work to do with that tongue in my cunt," Lorna commanded. "Ross knows how to please a younger woman. He is the ultimate older man experience. Just relax, enjoy the pressure every time he slides his cock into you." Dani moaned loudly as my cock head bottomed out against her cervix. She was almost too tiny to take my full length, and my girth certainly stretched her. Still, she was game, eating Lorna while continuing to pump her hips back to meet my thrusts. After a few minutes of this, Dani had to interrupt her carpet munching, coming up to pant for air between licks. "Keep me going by diddling me with your thumb," Lorna instructed, taking Dani's tiny fingers and demonstrating the proper technique. Dani continued like that while I fucked her, her breathing heavy, thumbing Lorna's clit when she paused, gasping for oxygen. All the while, her abdominal muscles were trying to milk the seed from my cock. Lorna huffed into another orgasm, one hand clamping Dani's head tightly to her groin, thighs locking the younger woman into place. "Ohhh, Rosssss ...she fucks sooo well ... I hope she's milking you as well as she's fucking eating me ..." Lorna moaned her backside thumping hard up and down as her body shook. Not for the first time, I was thankful for the thick soundproof walls of our vintage office building. I had to wonder if Dani had told the truth about never delivering Sapphic delight at girl's school, because she seemed to know instinctively how to moderate her mouth action so that she prolonged Loran's climax while still allowing the pleasure to gradually subside, the entire time continuing to rotate her ass so that my cock bored deep into her. "Make him come, Dani. I want him to fill you up with cream," Lorna commanded as she again slumped into a relaxed post orgasmic mess atop my desk. "I'm ready ..." Dani grunted, wriggling ever harder back against me, "but he just keeps throbbing inside of me. I think I even feel his slit gaping open inside, he fills me so much, but no explosion." "Oh, fuck, yeah, I forgot," Lorna replied. "He pumped a full load into his wife this morning, fantasizing about fucking you. The second time around, he lasts almost forever. Which is great until your pussy gets fucked raw. With his big meat and your tight box, that is a real problem." She paused for a moment, during which both Dani and I froze in space, still locked together, but like statues. "Oh, I know," Lorna squealed, excited like a little girl. "Reach under yourself and give his balls a squeeze. If that doesn't work, I'll climb down and stick a finger up his ass." My sphincter tightened just at the thought. My scrotum retreated protectively up against my body. Dani however proved a willing student and swiftly slipped a thin arm around past her own crotch, arching her back in the process. This drove my cock one more time even deeper into her womb. A fingernail wrapped behind my sac, teasing the bottom of my anal cleft, stimulating my prostate without quite touching it. As she did this, Dani cupped my balls in her palm, gave them a roll like she was playing with a pair of dice, and squeezed. I wish that I could say that this unleashed a flood of fluid, great gobs of goo. At my age, having done that with Molly earlier curtailed my climax. From my side, it felt like I was hammering solid chunks of seed into Dani's depths. She did not seem to mind, grunting so loudly at the first burst that Lorna stuck a fist into Dani's mouth to muffle the screams which followed. My leggy assistant smiled up at me as our young toy milked me manually and vaginally. I felt her abdomen clenching my cock, convulsing with her own climax. "She comes like a steam engine, doesn't she?" "Not a shock," I replied. "Nice catholic girl or not, she has that sluttish gleam in her eye." "My first clue was the provocative clothing ... it worked for her just like it finally did for me." "Yeah, thanks to you, it didn't take me years to get up the nerve to act on it." My orgasm was finished. I pumped my wilting prick in and out of Dani a few more times, mixing her wetness with my seed, resulting in a soapy goop. Dani still held my balls in her fist, but was now just softly caressing them as her breathing returned to normal. "Seems to me that it wasn't you who acted on it, it was her," Lorna observed, once again caressing Dani's lush hair. I realized that I was rubbing Dani's firm butt with my hands. I drew one arm back and gave her rear a playful swat. She grunted, but then giggled. "Your tip jiggles between my lips as you do that," she pointed out. "It tickles, but I think I like it. My hubby never has done that for me." I saw the grin spread over Lorna's face as she calculated the other fun we could show this semi innocent. I wondered whether Lorna also was going to educate Dani's hubby, like she had agreed to do for Molly, before seducing me. This made my aching cock swell slightly again, and I pushed back into Dani's cunt, sealing our juices inside. She rolled her hips and purred appreciatively. Lorna did not leave me in doubt for long. She rose up slightly and lifted Dani's face enough to look the youngster in the eye. "We can teach him together. Would you like that?" Lorna asked. "Very much. He has a great cock, and fucks enthusiastically, but not much imagination ..."