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Seducing the Boss

By: sharedhousewife



I do not think that anyone would be able to tell just by glancing at me that I was the type of woman that had an affair with a married man. And not just any man, at that; I had entertained an affair with my married boss. I never claimed to be innocent, but two years ago if someone had told me that I would be down on my knees upon the cold office tile with my mouth stuffed full of managerial cock, I certainly would have scoffed, shook my head, and said “no not me.” I thought that I had clear boundaries between the people in my life: potential people I could sleep with my hubby’s permission and people with a big red “no trespassing” sign. There is certainly something corrupt about sexual engagement with a married man. I have to admit that it was undoubtedly my most thrilling sexual encounter ever. The forbidden fruit has a delicious flavor and this serves as proper analogy because god, did he taste sweet spilling down my throat the first time.

I had been working with Mr. Sharp for over a year and I had always admired the broad shoulders of his body, his tight ass, and arms thick with muscles that I just wanted to wrap my self around. Not to mention his natural light tan, mossy green eyes, and bright smile ruffled by light facial hair. I had even entertained a number of masturbation fantasies about him, but like I said; I considered him off limits and I never actually thought I would get the opportunity to initiate something with him, never mind have him willing and myself brave enough to go through with it. Then I was promoted to a higher position with many benefits, one of the benefits being alone time spent with Gary in his office at the end of the shift. There was always a lot of paperwork to go over, but Gary was never one for silence, and from the start, we spent our time together happily chatting and laughing. To my pleasant surprise, eventually, our laughter and light chatter turned into eager flirtations.

From the start, Gary would make mention of his wife and the problems their marriage had. They just were not in a happy relationship, and he did not feel as if he could leave her due to current financial complications. They even slept in separate bedrooms, he confided to me. I had met his wife one day around the office and knew that Gary was not lying about his relationship with her, just by witnessing the cold and aloof manner that his wife treated him with. Soon our flirtations got to the point where I could barely contain the attraction for Gary inside myself. I would walk buy him, or he would bend over to reach something, and I would have to lightly brush the side of my body against him just to feel the electric heat that passed between us. All those layers of clothing between his body and mine, and yet the feel of him was always so hot when I brushed against him.

It still shocks me and brings a flush all over my body when I think back to that first night when it happened between us. We had just finished an especially large stack of paperwork for the evening. It had been a busy day and we were both exhausted. I blame it on the exhaustion, because without the exhaustion, I believe we both would have held onto our sensible restraints. I was bending over to file our completed paperwork and I was used to the feel of Gary’s eyes upon my body, admiring and checking me out, but that evening I had heard a nearly silent sound come from his mouth, like a little gasp. He tried to cover it with a cough, but I had already turned around to meet his eyes. The world seemed to stand still and I leaned against the filing cabinet. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat like it was trapped, and suddenly I was not feeling so exhausted. I was feeling delirious with lust. The words tumbled out of my mouth, I had not even planned them, “Gary…I have to confess, I am very attracted to you.”

I cannot even remember the reaction upon his face. All I can remember is the image of him rising from his chair and walking over to me. His arms rose inches away from his body and his fingers stretched wide open. He seemed to be walking in slow motion and I was frozen in my spot. My breath caught deep inside my throat, and the sensation of a growing flush spreading across my face. I could also feel the familiar sensation of moisture dampening between my thighs. He stopped just inches in front of me and murmured, “I am very attracted to you as well.” Without another word, without another acknowledgement, we both leaned forwards and welcomed the first brush of lips. This was one of the softest kisses I had ever received, and as the shock of the moment wore off, I pressed myself closer against his warm body and his arms slid around my hips, eagerly groping before perching down to my ass. 

Our kiss was intensified by the low moans each of us was making deep within our throats, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, everything on my body tightened. My nipples were pressing against the thin material of my blouse. Every inch of my body was begging for his touch. I broke away from the kiss. I was suddenly dizzy and woozy with lust. I ran my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning his business shirt, and he mirrored my motions and began to unbutton my own shirt. I remember suddenly being so glad that I had been wearing some of my sexiest lingerie that day; black lace bra and matching black lace thong. When his hands parted the cloth of my blouse and his eyes came upon my tan breasts hidden under the skimpy black lace, save for my hardened nipples which were nearly poking out, he let out a strangled sigh and dropped his face into my neck where he began to lick and nibble gently. 

I fell backwards with desire and had the cold filing cabinet behind me to keep me from falling, while his fingers sought out my nipples. His large hands slid beneath the under wire of my bra and his hands held and kneaded my breasts. Before I could barely even acknowledge it, he had replaced his hands with his mouth and his tongue was drawing little gasps out of my mouth as he tongued each nipple before delicately taking as much of my breast as possible into his mouth. His mouth was full with my breast, but that did not keep him from moaning my name as my hands slid down the front of his lean body, and I began to rub the erection that I could feel beneath his pants. Urged on by the strangled sound of my name and his tongue flicking from nipple to nipple, I began to undo his pants. My hands fumbled with the zipper. Straining beneath his pants, I could feel the thickness of his cock, begging to be released. In desperation, I finally yanked down both the pants and his underwear in one smooth motion.

I felt him gasp from deep within his throat, but his mouth did not stop roaming over my breasts. I glanced down and savored my first sight of his hard cock. Gary’s cock was all solid thickness and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. My breath caught in my throat as I tentatively reached my fingertips out to stroke the swollen head of his cock. His entire body twitched with pleasure as I curled my fingers and wrapped my hand around his erection, and only then did he pull away from my breasts with a quick shudder. I tilted his face up to meet my lips again, and with my hand still wrapped around his thickness; I gave a quick tug causing him to moan into my mouth. His tongue swirled around my mouth as I palmed the head of his cock, which was already slick with pre-cum. I had tried to imagine his cock many times in my head before, and even the most intense of my masturbation fantasies could not compare to the pleasure of holding his thick pulsing cock in real life.

Somehow we both worked each other free of the clothes we had started the day with. Gary hoisted me upon his desk and his large hands spread my thighs wide, his mouth broke away from our kiss and his eyes searched my face as if needing to make sure that I was okay with what we were doing. I nodded my head at him, reached out to wrap my hand around his cock again and begged him, “Please, please!” He pulled himself out of my hands, bent his face forwards and licked a quick line from my breasts down to my belly button. I was moaning and nearly crying as he bent down lower and his tongue licked a wet slinky trail down my hairless mound, skipping past my clit and just barely grazing his teeth against my nether lips. He had to spread my legs even further before rolling his tongue and slipping it into my opening. My legs automatically closed around his head. He kept his tongue locked inside me as my hips begin to buckle. 

He pulled his mouth away from me only to kiss and lick the edges of my thighs as I cried out in frustration. He slid a finger inside me and sucked one of my velvet lips into his mouth. My hips rocked upon his finger, and only then did he lean up to flick his tongue across my clit. I lost it at that moment and was sure that I was about to cum. He sensed my impending orgasm and pulled away. From those newly gained inches away, he blew warm air across my clit as he slid in another finger and fucked me with two of his thick fingers. He kept me tottering upon the edge of near orgasm for what seemed like eternity. Finally, I felt the suction of his mouth as he leaned over and touched his soft lips to my clit and then sucked the hardened nub into his mouth. I lost all control of my body. My limbs thrashed, my thighs opened and closed against his head, and I screamed his name as the orgasm racked my body. 

Still he kept his mouth locked around my clit as I came over and over again, shuddering from the muscle contractions, nearly willing them to stop because they bordered upon the threshold of pain and pleasure. When I finally caught my breath again, he leaned into me to kiss me and I tasted myself smeared over his lips and mouth. The limbs of my body felt heavy, weighted down. I had to slowly move my arms to gain use of them again. Very gently I ran my hands up his bare chest and lightly rubbed across his nipples. Gary let out a loud sigh, and I thought to myself that I would never grow tired of remembering the pleasure released in his sigh. I leaned in against him and flicked my tongue across his nipples mimicking what he had done to mine earlier. The orgasm had cleared my head and the realization of the context that I was in began to sink in. Here I was with my clothes torn off, completely naked and exposed to my manager of two years. 

Yes, this was a man that I had been fantasizing about for two years, but he was also married! Oh, but he had just finished licking my pussy to the fiercest orgasm of my life! My mind felt floored and my head begun to spin. I had never had such a fantasy come true to life. I lifted my head up from his chest and glanced over his broad shoulders to catch a glimpse of his chiseled face. Gary was so sexy, and I could not deny how much the context of our eroticism turned me on. I would probably never again have the opportunity to live out such a taboo fantasy, and I made the decision that I had to feast upon what had already been started. “I need to taste you,” I whispered. My eyes locked upon his mossy green eyes and I saw them sparkle with desire. I tore my eyes away and slowly lowered myself off from his desk and settled comfortably onto my knees before him. 

His cock was pressed hard against his stomach. I leaned over him to lick my tongue across the soft curve of his belly and let strands of my long hair tickle his erection. He moaned as I teasingly licked around his belly button. I let nothing but my tongue upon his skin and the strands of my hair touch his body. As I licked lower down his stomach I had to lean forwards and brace my hands against his hips to keep my balance. I licked down to where his pubic hair began and let my hands reach behind to give his ass a quick squeeze. I used that squeeze as leverage and pulled the length of his body forward so that his cock was pressed in between my breasts. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to rub his erection against the curve of my breast. I traced his plump head up and down my breast and then pressed the tip of him against the tip of my hard nipple. His breath came out in a strained shudder. I glanced up to see his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

I pulled away so that he was not pressed against me and I would have the room to take him into my mouth. Starting with just the tips of my fingers, I traced along the underside of his length, his cock was so thick, so full of life. “I want your eyes on me,” my voice was hoarse and strained, but he heard me and glanced down at me with his eyes dazed and lips half parted. I leaned forward and placed a kiss upon the tip of his cock that was already slick with his pre-cum. I turned at an angle so I could glance up at him and made sure his eyes were locked upon me. They were! I pursed my lips and began to slide my mouth down the length of him, stopping at about three inches. I held him in my mouth like that and started humming deep within my throat. His body shuddered and his hands reached out to grip my head. I came up for a quick breath of air and his hands gently stroked my hair. 

With one quick glance up at him, I looked back down, gripped his cock, and lowered my face again. This time I let my mouth slide back down his shaft with the goal of taking as much of him in as possible. I felt his length fill my entire mouth and start to slide down the back of my throat hitting my gag reflex. The muscles of my throat uncomfortably contracted, but I willed the muscles of my throat to relax and I fought the urge to resist his length. I inhaled through my nose and relaxed to the point where his length and thickness comfortably filled my mouth and throat. I began to moan with his cock stuffed in my mouth and my nose nearly pressed against his base. His hands pressed urgently upon my head and his hips began to thrust forward, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth. I raised my hands up and wrapped them around his hips and let my mouth move up and down with the movement of his thrusts. 

Our rhythm gave into wet sloshing sounds, and my salvia began to trickle out from around his cock. I fought the urge to gag, and just when I thought that I would have to pull away and seek the comfort of air, his body lurched forward with a strangled moan and his semen spilled down the back of my throat. He slid out of my mouth and I kept my hands wrapped around the hollow of his hips. I leaned my face against one of his thighs and licked my tongue out to clean the length of his softening cock. I gently grabbed his softness in one hand and guided him carefully against my lips and licked up the strands of cum glittering on his cock. I pulled myself up from my knees and stood before him, “my god that was amazing” he murmured, and his arms wrapped around me in a warm embrace. We kissed softly this time. Explored the feel of each other’s lips pressed together and the taste of each other’s cum stained our lips. 

Finally he pulled away and with a sigh glanced over at the clock. We were over an hour late and had not quite finished filing away the day’s paperwork. We kissed once more and then pulled away to gather up our clothes. Slowly we began to dress ourselves and what first felt like awkward aftermath silence quickly evolved into our usual chatter and laughter, although now everything had a more intimate undertone. Before we left for the evening we exchanged soft kisses and promised to make a repeat of the evening. Repeat we did for a span of eight months limited to the secrecy of after office hours. We had a hot and passionate affair until things ended after he was transferred to another office. To this day, Gary was one of the most intense and exhilarating sexual passion that I have known, and I have no regrets for anything that we did together.

The following Monday I walked into his office wearing a tight blouse with no bra and a short black tight skirt, wearing nothing under them but thigh highs. My nipples peeked out of my shirt and I walked towards him slowly. He looked at me with amazement and he was hesitant as to what to say. I bent my upper body over his desk and I leaned over to whisper in his ear. I said, "Baby I’m feeling real naughty," and I licked his ear as I was done speaking. Gary looked at me and I noticed he couldn’t keep his eyes off of my chest. Then he eyed me up and down. He told me to come over and sit on his lap. I did! I leaned forward to kiss his sweet luscious lips. I ran my tongue along the bottom lip and followed the same routine with the upper lip. I inserted my tongue into his mouth and he did the same. Our tongues were circling each others. I reached my hand down and I came across his arousal. 

I liked that very much, knowing his cock was hard for me, and I felt my juices flow between my legs. I turned my body around to where my back was facing him, but still sitting on his lap. His knees were closed and my legs were straddled over them, leaving my legs open wide for him. Gary started to kiss the back of my neck as he took his hand up my skirt and placed it on my pussy. He felt my naked wetness and gave me a little moan. He dipped his finger in my wetness and slid his finger up to my clit, massaging it next. I started to grind my pussy on his hand and I was grinding my ass on his erection as well. Gary started to grind with me. I got up off of his lap and walked over to his office door and locked it. I came back and stood in front of him, where I started to strip. I was naked, so I decided to take off his clothes. He started to kiss me again. I lowered my hand down to his cock and began to jerk him. He reached his hand down and fingered my pussy. 

I was soaked and Gary was seeping pre-cum. He picked me up and sat me on his desk as he stood up. I grabbed his cock and inserted the head into my pussy to cover it with my wetness. I took the head and ran it from my pussy up to my clit. I did it a couple times, leaving my area lubricated with my juices and his pre-cum. He then pushed his cock into my pussy and we began to fuck each other, slowly at first. He had his hands holding both tits as he pumped away. We began to fuck harder and his cock was buried deep inside my pussy. I took my fingers and started to rub my clit hard, making me moan loud and making him fuck me faster. He let go of my tits and raised my legs over his shoulders to fuck me deeper, which penetrated me more with every thrust of his cock.

I screamed out, " I’m Cumminggggggggg!!"

He fucked me faster and harder to release his cum. He grabbed my nipples and pinched hard as he came intensively. We got dressed and I started to walk out. Gary grabbed me and kissed me passionately then we went back to work. 

I had decided to take the day off. My husband wasn’t home; he was in a seminar at the local community college. It was Friday and my week had been hell so far. I am the office manager at my job and can often take care of problems my supervisor can’t handle using my cell phone, so taking a day off now and then wasn’t a huge problem. It was mid-summer and the forecast was for sunny skies and warm weather. I called work; thankfully things had calmed down compared to what they were earlier in the week. The supervisors that work for me are very competent, and they assured me they would take care of things and would call if something came up they couldn’t handle. I felt I deserved a day of relaxation after all stress I had been through the previous four days, and if they did need me, I could always make the short drive to work.

The house was quiet. With sun just starting to burn off the summer’s morning smog and the temperature warming nicely outside, lying in the sun reading would be an excellent way to sooth my nerves so I could enjoy the weekend with my husband. I ran a bath to get relaxed and loved smelling fresh and perfumed as my flesh warmed in the sun. As I bathed, my thoughts wondered to the conversation during the last time me and my husband made love. We shared sexual fantasies like we had done many times before. The pillow talk had always been very exciting. With the week I’d had, it had been a while since the last time we were together, and I was beginning to feel horny as my thoughts lingered back to our discussions. I wished he was there with me, making love, helping me forget the demands of my job. My hand slid between my legs and I gently caressed my clit to a soft soothing orgasm. 


Seducing the Boss



Oh, how I wished Scott was there to fill the need I had for a man inside me. I got out of the tub and dried off, dressed only in a towel and applied my favorite perfume my hubby had bought me. The aroma would remind me of him since he was not able to be there with me. After mixing a stiff drink with JD, I got a book I’d been reading, tanning oil, a portable CD player and went to the rear patio. Our home was at the end of a cul-de-sac, and as I had done many times before, I unwrapped the towel and spread it on the chaise lounge chair, leaving me nude outside the house. During winter, the patio can be seen from the neighbors’ homes through the trees and across the wall that bordered back of our property; but during summer the leaves of the trees provide the privacy that allows me a no tan-line tan. After turning on my favorite CD and setting the volume low to enjoy the soft voice of her favorite female artist, I lay down and applied a liberal amount of oil to my smooth clean skin. 

The slippery liquid felt very sensuous on my breasts as my hands passed over them. My huge nipples became very erect as they reacted to the erotic stimulation. I gently rolled them between my fingers before moving my hands farther down my body. This sent sensations of desire to my now very moist vagina. I put my hand there, massaging my clit, one of my lubricated fingers easily sliding inside me. I was extremely horny now and I fought to move my hand away since my husband was not there to satisfy my needs. I opened the book and began to read. The sun was hot and my drink was a welcome relief to the heat. The glass emptied faster than I intended and I began to relax. The soothing music and the effects of the rapid consumption of alcohol soon caused me to drift off to sleep. My previous arousal brought an erotic dream. The details were not clear, but I was getting very stimulated from the sexy visions. 

I was moaning from the scenes flashing through my mind. My pussy was very wet and my nipples as hard as pebbles. I was startled by a sound from behind me. I quickly stood and peered down over the pool railing to investigate the origin of the noise. I was shocked to see a man standing just ten feet away. Not remembering I was nude, I asked, “Can I help you?” From look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t expecting anyone to be home. He looked up at me staring in disbelief that the voice was from a naked woman standing looking over at him. He politely turned his head and explained he was there to read the electric meter on the side of the house. It wasn’t until he turned his eyes away from me that I realized I had nothing on. The dream must have been very erotic, because my nipples were stiff and I could feel my juices running down between my legs. 

I swiftly retrieved the towel and did my best to conceal my excited body behind it. I told him, “You can turn back around, I’m covered now.” I apologized for embarrassing him; “I didn’t expect anyone on this side of the house today.”

He replied, “I did not see a car in the drive, so I didn’t think anyone was home.” He apologized to me, “I am so sorry for bothering you. I will be finished in a moment. It is my fault, I invaded your privacy, I should whistle or something so this won’t happen in the future.”

I consoled, “You are only doing your job, and since my car is inside with the garage door shut, you had no way of knowing anyone was home.”

As I spoke to him, I was pleased to see he was an attractive well-built young man. I concluded he must be mid-twenties compared to my late thirties. There was an obvious bulge beginning to form in the front of his shorts and I was extremely flattered I could still cause a stir in a man so many years younger than me. Ironically, I found myself enjoying the interruption by the handsome young man. I somehow wanted to repay the unknown compliment he had given me from his arousal, so I quickly thought with the mid-day temperatures, he would probably appreciate a drink of water or a cold soda. I asked, “Would you like something to drink, it is very hot out here today?”

Only now did he turn his head back toward me as he replied, “That would be nice, but I have disturbed you enough and I don’t want to be anymore of a nuisance than I’ve already been.”

I insisted, “It is no trouble at all, come around when you’re finished and ring the bell at the front door.”

Securing the towel around my body, I went inside and grabbed a cola from the fridge. In just a moment, the bell rang and I opened the door. I invited him in out of the heat as I offered him the chilled can. He was tall, taller than I was able to observe looking over on him from the bars in the fence. The fullness of his shorts had not subsided and my feelings of being physically appreciated by him returned. I was experiencing an unexpected desire for the handsome stranger standing before me. I thought back to the fantasies me and my husband had discussed during our last intimate time together. We had discussed the popular scenario of a woman home alone seducing a handsome stranger, perhaps a deliveryman, convincing him to take time out of his busy schedule to make love to her. 

This young man wasn’t there to make a delivery, but he was a handsome stranger that had surprised me at home alone; and after all, he had seen me naked. My husband had remarked how exciting it would be if this actually happened, but I felt he thought he was safe with his comments, as the opportunity would probably never present itself. He felt so secure with his banter, he practically challenged me, daring me by saying I had lost my youthful lust for sex that might have led me to do something like that a few years ago. Had the young man see how aroused I was from the erotic dream? Is that what caused the reaction of his manhood or was it only from unexpectedly seeing a nude woman? My response to the signs of his sexual arousal was preventing me from thinking logically. I knew I really shouldn’t act on my feelings, but then I thought of what my husband had said; maybe he was not as safe with his dare as he had thought. 

I knew he had wanted me to be more sexual again like in our early years, but he never expected his challenge to be the catalyst that would convince me to seduce a handsome young stranger. My body was betraying me by becoming even more excited in his presence. I asked, “Come into the dining room and have a seat to rest a few minutes before you have to go?”

He must have had some interest; he followed me through the house to the dining room. The towel had started to loosen due to the swaying of my body as I walked from one room to the other. With a move that surprised me as much as it did him, I leaned over grasping a chair by the seat. This caused the towel to rise in the back and give him an unobstructed view of my bare ass and shaved pussy. I apologized, “I guess I shouldn’t have done that considering the way I am dressed.”

The tent in his shorts looked as if it had gotten even bigger and I swear I saw his cock twitch as it stood straight up under the thin fabric. Seeing this caused me to lose any self-control I might of had left. As he moved to sit down, I stepped in front of him, raised my arms and placed them on his shoulders, letting the towel fall to the floor. I looked into his eyes and before he could respond, I kissed him passionately on the lips. There I was standing naked and horny in front of a stranger, no one to stop me from going farther and any self-control had abandoned me. I took the soda from his hand and turned him around pushing him backwards onto the dining table. I reached for the waist of his shorts and had them unbuttoned in a flash. I slowly unzipped them and he raised his hips as I slid his shorts and underwear off and dropped them to the floor. 

Pulling the chair in front of him, I sat between his legs and touched my tongue to the now glistening head of his cock. I tasted the pre-cum that was oozing from the slit, running my tongue around my lips, savoring the succulent flavor. I pursed my lips and lowered my mouth. The thickness of his cockhead forced my lips apart as I took him into my mouth. I was motionless as my mouth became accustomed to the fullness of his cock. My only movements were my tongue swirling around the head hidden inside. He could not see what I was doing, but he could feel the pleasurable sensations I was giving him from my excellent oral talents. Starting to move up and down on his cock, I was determined to get him to maximum size, stopping just short of his orgasm, wanting him inside me before he came.

He was moaning from my attention to his cock, “I have never had this happen before on the job and you are sucking me better than I have ever had!”

This only urged me on. When I heard his breathing get short and fast, I released his cock from my mouth. Helping him off the table, I took his place lying on my back. I pulled my legs up and held them open for him. He accepted the invitation and placed the head of his cock at my dripping slit. Easing it in just past the lips, the eagerness of his youth took over and he began pumping into me hard and fast. I was very horny from the idea of the illicit sex and I quickly had a powerful orgasm. My screams of pleasure and the feeling of my pussy clenching around his cock brought him closer and closer to his orgasm. He announced he was going to cum, and cum he did, pushing his cock against the back wall of my pussy, the liquid fire shooting hard inside my welcoming cervix. I wrapped my legs around him and held him there until he had completely emptied his balls into me. Both of us were breathing hard, our bodies covered in sweat.

I eased the grasp of my legs around him and he pulled back, his cock making a popping sound as it exited me. As I rose from lying on the table, he leaned toward me and kissed me. He thanked me for the wonderful experience and told me, “I sure didn’t expect something like this to happen when I took the meter reading job. I am sorry to say this, but I do need to go, so I can finish the rest of the houses on my route.”

After he dressed, I walked him to the door, his cum dripping out of my pussy, leaving a trail on the floor. I kissed him goodbye, “Thank you! That was a very nice interruption to my tanning.” I smiled as he drove away in his truck. I wiped the messy cum trails from the floor then went to clean myself up. I fixed another drink and returned to the chair on the deck. I didn’t bother to pick up the book; I sipped my drink and shut my eyes, basking in the afterglow of the satiating sex I’d just had. I must have been asleep for quite a while because the next sound I heard was the door opening that exited onto the patio. My husband stepped through and walked over to me and gave me a light kiss, “Hello Honey, have you had a good day?”

I replied, “It was one of the more relaxing days I have had in a long time!” Little did he know why it was so relaxing, but as I rose from the lounge chair, I took his hand and led him to the dining table. Lying back on the table as I had done just hours earlier with the young stranger, I instructed him, “Get undressed, I need you to fuck me right now!”

Scott was curious why I was so horny, but he sure enjoyed seeing me act that way. Quickly undressing, he slid into my surprisingly moist pussy and settled into a slow rhythm allowing us to enjoy the pleasures of each other’s flesh. I asked my husband, “Do you remember the fantasies we discussed the last time we made love? Well...” His curiosity about my horny actions and extreme wetness would soon be answered.

Donna



Seducing the Boss's Son



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

David was momentarily speechless when the pretty young woman asked him who it was he wished to see. He had come into his father's office early and had expected to see Mrs. Standish sitting at her desk outside his dad's office as usual, not this attractive 20 something blonde. It was only when her smile broadened and she asked him for a second time if she could help him that David collected himself.

"Hi. I'm David Henderson. I'm here to see my father."

"Oh David, yes! I'm Gloria Allen. I'm interning here for the summer. Your father said you were coming in. Would you mind taking a seat for a moment. He'll be right back..." Gloria said smiling up at David.

David found himself blushing for some reason as he said.."Sure.." and awkwardly seated himself on the too soft sofa opposite Gloria's desk.

He was supposed to be starting work that morning at his father's law firm. Stan had told him one of his partner's could use an additional clerk for the summer to do some 'gophering' and to fill in for vacationing staff. David was anxious to make a good impression because he could make a lot more money doing this than the landscaping work that he had been doing for the last couple of years when he was home from school.

He certainly hadn't expected to meet anyone like Gloria at his father's stodgy old law firm. She was probably a couple of years older than he was and looked a lot like Nicole Kidman... long, frizzie blonde hair, calculating eyes and crimson painted lips. When she got up to retrieve a file from one of the file cabinets behind her, David couldn't help but watch her. She was tall and had a stunning figure. She was wearing a form fitting, white sleeveless top beneath which her up-turned breasts swelled dramatically. Her long, nylon clad legs were fetchingly on display beneath her little black skirt. As she returned to her desk she looked over and saw David staring at her. She smiled knowingly to herself as she sat down.

She was working at a modern, chrome and glass kind of desk. There was no front to it and although David had picked up a magazine, he wasn't really looking at it. He was staring at Gloria's legs under her desk. Gloria was reviewing some kind of report, and poring through a number of reference papers on her desk. She was shifting back and forth in her chair and it seemed to David that every time she moved, her knees parted a little further allowing him more and more of a glimpse of the juncture between her curvaceous thighs.

David heard voices approaching but really wasn't paying attention to anything other that the fascinating spectacle unfolding under Gloria's desk. He literally jerked upright when he heard his father's hearty voice boom..."David! There you are! You remember Mrs. Fletcher don't you!..."

For a moment David's eyes whipped up into Gloria's. Her eyes danced with amusement as she returned his look and shifted once more in her seat, bringing her knees together primly beneath her desk.

David lurched to his feet as Debra Fletcher approached, her hand extended to him.

"Unnn...Sure!...Of course!...Hello Mrs. Fletcher. Nice to see you again. Thanks for ...for letting me come in. I mean for giving me a chance...to... to meet you...about the job..." David stammered lamely, finding it hard to concentrate with the vision of Gloria's invitingly parted thighs still dancing in his head.

"Good morning David. I'm sure you're eager to get started. I see you've already met Miss Allen....Stan. I'll see you at the partner's meeting later. David why don't you follow me and I'll introduce you to my assistant." Debra said

"Great!..." David said, stealing one more glance at Gloria who by then had returned to the work on her desk.

"Thanks Deb!...David, I'll see you later at home. ..Gloria, would you bring me the McMichael file when it's ready..." Stan Henderson said as he turned and ambled into his office.

David had to move fast to keep up with Mrs. Fletcher who was rapidly disappearing down the corridor ahead of him.

It was a few days later, about 3:00 in the afternoon when David had an unexpected break. He had no idea that lawyers' offices were such sweat shops. On that morning he'd been given a conference room table and four banker's boxes of case notes that a number of the firm's lawyers had been working on and he had been instructed to refile all the documentation in order by date. He finished just before 3:00 and then went looking for Mrs. Fletcher but was told she was in a meeting for probably another hour.

Not knowing what else to do and thinking he might get to see Gloria again, David went looking for his father. 

When he got to his father's office Gloria wasn't at her desk. The door to his father's office was closed but still ajar and David thought he'd just look inside and see if his father was there.

Sure enough, Gloria and his father were standing behind his desk, apparently looking at some paperwork that was spread out in front of them.

Stan had an 'L' shaped desk that faced the door of his office. The 'L' faced the big window beside the desk and this was where all the papers were spread out. In fact Gloria and Stan had their backs to the door when David walked in.

David stepped into his father's office and was about to say something when it struck him that there was something odd about the way Gloria and his father were standing together.

Stan was bent over slightly above the paperwork in front of him. He was leaning on his knuckles that were planted on the desk. Gloria was standing just behind his right side, her left hand resting on Stan's shoulder, one outstretched finger toying with his ear. Her right arm was sort of wrapped around his waist and at first David thought that she must have been sorting through some of the papers on the desktop. Gloria was definitely working at arranging something because her right shoulder was flexing repeatedly as she reached around her boss from behind.

It was eerily quiet in his father's office and David suddenly realized that the only sound he could hear was a juicy, rhythmic squishing sound. 

David couldn't believe it. Although he couldn't really see anything, he thought for a moment that Gloria was masturbating his father right there in his office. But he knew that couldn't be right! He was just about to say something when he saw his father drop his head and groan gutturally...

"Goddd!...Oh God honey!...Suck it for me!...Come on!... Gloria!...Pleaseee!..."

"Oh shit!..." David gasped in amazement. 

David's father didn't hear him but Gloria did. She turned her head and looked at David over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering into his. She didn't for a moment stop her lurid masturbation. In fact, as she continued to stare wantonly at David she purred...

"Not now lover!...We don't have time...You've got that meeting at 3:30....Don't worry, I'll get you off!...You know you can never hold it when I do this!..."

As she spoke, Gloria was leaning more and more heavily into Stan's side. She tangled her left hand into his hair and pulled his head up, turning it so that he wouldn't inadvertently see his son standing behind him. At the same time she dropped her right shoulder, and really started flexing her arm as she gave David's poor father what must have been a furious stroking.

"Unnnn!...Oh Yeah!...Oh Yeah!..." Stan grunted feverishly, rising up on his tiptoes in response to Gloria's lurid masturbation.

"Come baby!...Give it up!...Unn Hnn!..." Gloria coaxed, puckering a mocking kiss at David as she brazenly fondled his gasping father.

"Ohhh!..Ohhh!...Nahhhh!.." Stan groaned, hunching frantically into Gloria's racing hand. 

David watched the lurid scene that was playing out in front of him with disbelief. His cock was achingly erect and bulging obscenely through the front of his pants. Gloria looked down and obviously saw it. She gave David a salacious wink as she shamelessly continued her lewd hand play, and then...

"Aaahhh!..." Stan wailed quietly as his balls convulsed and his come exploded with fiery intensity.

David could actually see the first few jets of sperm arcing through the air towards his father's window.

"My!...That's quite a load you've been saving!...Umm Hmmm!...That's it!...Does that feel good?..." Gloria teased, her avid hand strokes slowing down to a much slower but no less incendiary rhythm now that she had Stan coming.

"Aahhhh!...Yeahhh!...Shittt Gloria!..." Stan panted, still shuddering as his spasms wracked him and his come continued to pour out over Gloria's pistoning hand.

"You come so much baby!..." the blonde purred, tearing her eyes from David's and looking over Stan's shoulder and down at her handiwork.

"Looks like I'll have to do that McMichael report over again...." she said, milking the big man's greasy sperm onto the desktop in front of him.

When she sensed he was nearly done she gave Stan's now super-sensitive cock a vicious twist that made him go..."Nahhh!..." and made his balls lurch yet again, forcing another bubble of goo from his aching testicles.

She looked again quickly over her shoulder at David and nodded at him to get out of there.

David stared at the smiling blonde in amazement for a moment longer and then he edged backwards out of his father's office, pulling the door nearly closed in front of him as he snuck out. 

At dinner that night David found himself staring repeatedly at his father over the dining room table. He somehow thought his father would look or act differently. He wondered if his mother suspected that his father was fooling around at work. There didn't seem to be any tension between them. Finally his father asked him if he was feeling all right. Then he asked him if he was having any problems at work. 

David said he was just a little tired. He went to bed early. The next day at work there was some legal crisis and Mrs. Fletcher had all her people including David, chained to their desks burrowing through mountains of paperwork. This first crisis was followed by another and David literally didn't have a chance to see his father or Gloria in the office for the rest of the week.

He didn't see Gloria until the following Tuesday. There was a seldom used coffee room in the back of the filing archives. Most of the lawyers and their assistants had their fancy lattes and expressos brought in so there wasn't much demand for the Maxwell House in a drum and powdered milk that was available in the coffee room.

David was nursing a tepid cup of instant decaf, hiding out from the tyrannous Mrs. Fletcher, when who came striding into the coffee room but his father's assistant.

David almost dropped his coffee when Gloria stopped in the doorway. He stared at her with wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. She looked great as usual. She was wearing a grey satin blouse that criss-crossed over her breasts and displayed an alluring hint of cleavage In her black tailored pants and high heels she was just as tall as David. Her heady perfume enveloped him as she stood in the doorway of the little room.

Gloria looked at him appraisingly for a couple of seconds and then that amused smile turned up the corners of her mouth before she started for the coffee machine.

"Hi David!...How are you?..." she said breezily. And then...

"Damn!...Just my luck!..." as she realized that there was only a half of a cup left in the bottom of the pot.

"I don't suppose you know how to deal with this?..." she asked David staring sadly at the nearly empty pot.

"Oh yeah!...Sure!..." David said, glad to have a moment to think. He grabbed the filters and the canned coffee from the cupboard and fussed around with the machine. But he could only pretend to be distracted by the coffee making for so long. Eventually he had to compose himself and try to converse normally with the sexy blonde standing behind him. He turned and leaned nervously back against the counter.

"There. That shouldn't take long..." he said. He was trying to look at Gloria without thinking about her jacking off his father. But he wasn't having much luck with that.

Gloria had picked up a stir stick and was nibbling on that as she stepped around to stand very close to David. 

"Sooo?..." she said as she sort of leaned into him and peered over his shoulder to see the coffee's progress. Although her body was only lightly grazing his, David could vividly feel her warmth and her supple curves pressing against him. 

He hadn't been able to stop thinking about the way her seductive eyes had burned into his as she brazenly finished masturbating his father when he had found them together. He had imagined himself in his father's place again and again since then. Now he found himself looking at Gloria's well manicured hand and picturing it wrapped around his cock. 

David couldn't help it. Now that he was alone with her, with Gloria's curvaceous body shifting provocatively against his, he was incredibly excited. His cock was as hard as a post and was straining rudely against the front of his trousers. David had to stay hunched over slightly as he tried to hide the evidence of his arousal from the sultry young woman in front of him. 

"Mmmm...Gloria... I have to ask you... the other day, when you were... with my...ahh... father... have you and he?...you know...has it been?...I mean were there other...?...Oh God!..." David stammered, too embarrassed to even be able to ask what was going on between his father and Gloria.

Gloria' s amused smile grew larger as she watched the blood rise in David's face while he tried to interrogate her.

"I wanted to talk to you about that David...." she said, laying one finger on David's shoulder and then idly dragging it down his chest. She leaned closer to him, her moist breath gusting into his ear as she whispered conspiratorially...

"I think it'd be a good idea if you didn't mention anything about what you saw in your father's office the other day to anyone. After all you didn't see anything did you David?..." she asked quietly, slowly weaving her finger down the row of buttons on his shirt.

"Uhhhh!...No!...I guess not!...Not really!..." David answered. Gloria was standing so close to him that he was afraid that she might accidentally discover the huge boner that was throbbing at his loins. He turned toward the sink, pretending to check on the coffee, but really he was trying to shield his crotch from the tempting blonde.

Gloria stayed close to the nervous young man, her one hand now wrapped around him from behind and still shifting lower and lower down his muscular torso. Her fingertips were now grazing against his belt as she whispered into David's ear...

"That's good...I'm glad to hear that!...That means you and I can be friends!... Would you like that?...To be friends I mean?..."

"Ahhhh...Sure!...That'd be great!..."

"I thought you liked me right away!...I could tell!...Do you want to know how I could tell David?...

"Oh I guess all the guys are always coming on to you...I mean you're really attractive and all...You're probably used to getting a lot of attention."

"Well aren't you sweet to say so. But that isn't what made me think you'd want to be friends. I knew you liked me because you seem to get the most amazing hard-ons whenever I'm around. Do you have one right now David? ...Do you?... Let me see!..." Gloria purred as she slipped her hand down over the big bulge in the front of David's pants and gave it a wanton squeeze.

"Umm Hmm!....I thought so!..."

"Ahhh!...Oh God Gloria!....Unnn!... I'm...Geez!... I couldn't help it!..." David moaned, bracing his hands on the counter in front of him as Gloria brazenly fondled him.

"Couldn't help what baby?...Couldn't help it that you've got such a big stiffie?..." Gloria teased, squeezing David's rigid shaft hotly.

"What could you have been thinking about that's got you so excited I wonder?...You're awfully excited aren't you David?..." she murmured rubbing her hand lasciviously up and down David's seething erection.

"You've got a nice one!...It's so big and hard already!...Does it get any bigger?...Does it?..." Gloria taunted as she lewdly jerked David's responsive tool through his pants.

"Ahhhh!...Oh God!...Ohhh!.."

Gloria was thrilled to feel David's turgid tool throb under her coaxing palm. She knew exactly how aroused he was and she wondered how long it would take before she could make him squirt. She could tell he wasn't going to last very long.

"Unnn!...Gloria!...Wait!...Don't!..." David gasped. The come was knotting up incredibly quickly in his balls. The tingling in his groin was becoming excruciating and he suddenly realized that if Gloria didn't stop playing with his cock he wouldn't be able to hold it. He'd probably wind up coming in his pants! Oh God! He didn't want that to happen. He bent over at the waist to try and evade Gloria's lurid fondling.

But the scheming blonde only reached in deeper and rubbed him faster.

"How's that David?...Does that feel good?...Do you like it?..." Gloria teased, skilfully working the inexperienced young man over with her practiced hand.

"Naaah!...God!...Please!.." David moaned stiffening up all over.

Gloria could feel it and she stopped stroking David and pressed down urgently on the root of his shaft.

"Yes sweetheart?...Yes?..." she murmured in his ear.

David's balls kicked and a fiery jet of sperm erupted from his cock.

"Ahhhhhh!...Noohhh!...Ohhh Gloria!..." he gasped, helplessly hunching up into the blonde's clasped fist as his come began to stream into his shorts. 

"David!...Oh my!...What are you doing?..." Gloria asked in feigned surprise, opening her hand and rubbing it wantonly over the hot wetness that was rapidly spreading across the front of David's trousers.

"Are you coming in your pants baby?...You are, aren't you?..." she exclaimed, sweeping her hand up and down over the front of David's pants, coaxing more and more wracking spasms from his feverish loins.

"Gloria!...Oh God!...Nahhh!...I didn't mean to!..." David groaned in embarrassment, hanging his head sheepishly and then turning to look into Gloria's smiling eyes.

"It's O.K. baby!...I didn't know you were that excited!... Look!... You've made me all sticky!..." she said, holding her come glistening palm up in front of David.

"Miss Allen!...Mr. Henderson!...What's going on here!.."

Gloria looked around and to see Mrs. Fletcher in the door to the coffee room. She calmly edged a little bit away from the trembling young man in front of her.

"Mrs. Fletcher!...Oh my God!..." David gasped as he caught sight of his boss standing in the doorway.

"We weren't doing...I mean...we were just getting... you know... making...some coffee!.." David stammered awkwardly. His face was flaming red with embarrassment. He wasn't sure what Mrs. Fletcher might or might not have seen but he knew once she saw the come stained front of his pants it'd be obvious that he and Gloria had been fooling around.

Gloria seemed much less worried by the situation. She smiled at Mrs. Fletcher and put her glistening hand down.

"That's right Debra..." she said and then..."excuse me David..." as she pressed in next to David in front of the sink. She turned on the cold water full force then reached in with her greasy hand and jammed her thumb up under the tap of the sink and held it there. The water sprayed out horizontally in a vicious spray under her thumb, quickly drenching both her and David around the waist.

"What!...Shit!...Damn it!..." they both cried jumping back from the sudden deluge.

Gloria reached back in and quickly shut off the faucet.

"Damn thing!...Looks like it burst a gasket!..." she complained, smiling sweetly at Mrs. Fletcher as she swiped ineffectually at the front of her clothes.




Seducing the Boss's Son



Mrs. Fletcher looked suspiciously at Gloria and then at David, particularly at the crotch of his pants which were quite extensively soaked.

"It certainly does look like something burst!...You two had better get cleaned up.... David, take Miss Allen up to my private washroom. There's a hairdryer there you can both use to clean up. I need you in my office as soon as you're ready...Miss Allen, I think Mr. Henderson Sr. is looking for you. I'll tell him you'll be right along."

And with that Mrs. Fletcher left the room.

"Shit that was close!...Thanks...I mean...you know...for doing that thing with the sink!..." David murmured, looking anxiously at Gloria.

"What?...You didn't like my hand job?...I'm crushed!..." Gloria said pouting prettily.

"No!...I mean yes!...Oh Jeez!...I mean I can't believe it!..." David said reddening yet again in confusion.

"That's alright sweetheart!..." Gloria said coming over and kissing David briefly on the cheek. At the same time her little hand shot into his crotch as she gave his balls a torrid squeeze.

"Unnnnn!..." David groaned faintly.

"I'll let you make it up to me later!...We'd better go!..." she said, quickly turning and heading out of the room.

David watched her go while his limp cock gave a final, angry little twitch in his pants. Shaking his head in disbelief at all that had just happened, he followed Gloria out to the stairs.

At 43 Debra Fletcher was the youngest and first woman partner in the prestigious Henderson law firm. She was smart and ruthless and hadn't lost any sleep about whose fingers she had stepped on as she worked her way up the corporate ladder. She had been married and divorced three times and had currently been single for about two years.She was a five foot seven, raven haired beauty who worked out daily to keep her hourglass figure, although her 36D's did make her a little top heavy. She had been told by a number of men that she reminded them of Liz Taylor. She had an air of smoldering sexuality which largely she played down in her professional life but which she had never hesitated to use to her advantage when she needed to. When she was in full temptress mode there were few men who she couldn't either intimidate or seduce depending on her mood.

And lately her mood had not been good. Up until a few months ago she had been carrying on a rather heated affair with Stan Henderson. After she had been screwing him senseless for about six months he had made her a partner. Three more months of blow jobs and relentless fucking and she knew he was just about ready to make her a managing director. And then that Allen bitch had showed up and suddenly Stan's ardor for Debra had started to cool. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. Debra just hadn't been able to catch them at it...yet. And now that blonde bimbo seemed to be setting her sights on the son.

Although Debra knew there had been something going on in the coffee room when she had walked in the previous week. Unfortunately nobody had their pants down at that moment. She really didn't care who was fucking whom in their little Peyton Place of an office, but she was pissed off that the blonde seemed to think she could appropriate both Henderson Sr. and Jr. without any competition. Little Gloria was about to find out she was mistaken.

Mrs. Fletcher had asked David to come in at 11:00 that Friday morning. She had told him that they would have to work through dinner to finish the submission she was working on. By 6:00PM the staff around the board room table started slinking away for the week end. Although Debra's eyes flashed behind her tortoise shell glasses at each defection she didn't stop anyone and by 7:00 she and David were working together alone on the mountain of paper work that was in front of them.

David had noticed that Mrs. Fletcher seemed quite agitated about something. He assumed it was the case they were working on. She had been prowling around all day, grilling the staff and making everyone nervous. She was wearing a grey pin stripe jacket and a mid-length, tight grey skirt with a long slit up the side. In her high heels and shiny black stockings she looked particularly predatory as she stalked the room.

Now that it was quiet Debra sat down at the head of the table and started reviewing some documents. It was just after eight when she tossed the file she was looking at back onto the pile and stretched in her seat.

She said..."David. I think it's time we moved on. And I think there's a precedent that would be helpful in New York vs. Montrose. It's somewhere in my library. Let's go into my office."

David had been deeply engrossed in his work and he stood up distractedly reading a file, to follow Mrs. Fletcher into her inner sanctum. The partners had expansive office suites with large windows and high ceilings. Each of them had a small library where they kept their case studies and reference texts.

Debra casually took off her jacket as she entered her office and tossed it onto her sofa. She walked to her desk and turned to lean against it

"Why don't you take off your jacket and we can relax a little."

David didn't respond immediately. He was going to say something as he looked up from his file, but the words never came out. He just stood there with his mouth half open, gaping at his boss.

Debra had dressed for the hunt that morning. Under her conservative suit jacket she was wearing a sheer, long sleeved, black on black shirt that buttoned up the front. The gauzy material was virtually transparent with a sweeping pattern of delicate satin swirls running through it. Her melon sized breasts were barely constrained by a miniscule black lace bra. Breasts and bra were both clearly visible under her see-through blouse. 

"Would you like something?..." Debra asked, raising both her hands to the back of her neck and kneading it as if to relieve some tension. Of course this practiced pose made her voluptuous tits thrust up and out outrageously from her broad chest. She smiled with amusement as David's eyes locked onto her chest like laser beams. She didn't think he had even heard her.

"David?..." she asked after a pregnant pause.

"Do you need anything?..."

"Ahhhh!...No...no Mrs. Fletcher!... I'm good!..." David stammered, futilely trying to tear his eyes away from Debra's arousingly displayed torso. He was embarrassed to feel his cock stiffening as he realized what an amazingly sexy woman he had been working for all this time without even realizing it.

Debra smiled at the young man's evident consternation. 

"Well then. Let's find that Montrose case..." she said, moving from her desk over to her library. David was mesmerized by the way Mrs. Fletcher's conical mammaries jiggled and swayed with her every movement. 

The big legal tomes were ranked from the floor to the ceiling. There was a sliding step ladder that was used for getting to the books on top. Debra slid the ladder along the wall and said to David...

"I think it's up there. Will you hold the ladder for me please."

David was so busy ogling her that for a moment he didn't respond. Debra stifled her amused grin and said....

"David?"

"Oh yeah! Sure!..." he grunted, lurching forwards and holding the ladder as Mrs. Fletcher climbed up towards one of the upper selves.

She stretched out on tip toe and had one foot dangling in the air as she reached up to find the volume she was looking for. Her elegant leg extended through the slit in her skirt, exposing her stocking top and the black satin garter straps that held it up.

David's eyes were helplessly drawn up the length of Debra's nylon sheathed leg. Her black stockings contrasted arousingly with her creamy inner thighs. David could feel his prick hardening even further as he peered excitedly up towards the apex of Mrs. Fletcher's enticing loins.

He didn't have any idea how long he was standing there with his mouth half open when he happened to look up to see Mrs. Fletcher's eyes flashing behind her glasses as she looked down at him over her shoulder. His face immediately grew a flaming crimson and he blushed with embarrassment.

"David!...Are looking up my skirt?..."

"No Mrs. Fletcher! I swear!..." David practically shouted.

Debra regarded him coldly for a moment before descending the ladder with a legal volume in her hand. She handed it to David and said...

"This isn't it. See if it's the one next to it."

David nervously climbed up the ladder, glad that Mrs. Fletcher couldn't see his raging hard-on while he had his back to her. He returned the '96 volume to the shelf and pulled out the '97. Debra stood below him holding the ladder.

"That's it! Open it. See if Montrose is in there."

David looked at the index and did see a case, New York vs. Montrose.

"It's here."

"Just read me the opening of the judge's summation."

David flipped to the appropriate page and started to read.

"What? Don't mumble David! I can't hear you. Turn around. Come closer..." Debra said, without moving away from the ladder.

David had no choice but to turn around and to step down a couple of steps. As he held the law journal in front of him he realized two things. One was that from where he was standing he had an awesome view of Mrs. Fletcher's gently heaving and virtually naked chest. That image in itself was enough to make his erection lurch eagerly at his groin. The second thing he realized was that his crotch was at eye level and only inches from Debra's upturned face. There was no way she couldn't help but notice his obvious arousal. And in fact she was staring fixedly at his bulging crotch, her own cheeks flushed, David assumed in evident outrage. He helplessly turned his eyes back to the legal text and began to read in a stuttering voice.

David could feel Debra's eyes boring into his groin and that made his cock jut even more urgently against the front of his pants.

Debra turned and walked over to her desk. David stopped reading.

"Keep going..." she directed.

She rummaged in her desk for a moment and returned to stand in front of David again with a pair of black leather gloves, a little towel and a tube of hand cream in her hand, all of which she put down beside him on the ladder.

Then, with her eyes turned up into David's, she slowly began to open the buttons of her blouse. When it was undone, her lace encased breasts thrust temptingly through the parted material.

David stopped reading in mid-sentence as Debra opened her blouse, brazenly unveiling her tits to his avid gaze. 

"Mrs. Fletcher! ...Debra!...What are you doing?..."

"Well David..." Debra said, flashing him a wanton smile.

"We obviously have a little problem here..." she said, reaching up and lewdly tweaking the tip of his rigid cock through his pants. David twitched and groaned in response.

Debra took the tube of hand cream, opened it and squirted out a generous drizzle across the upper slopes of her breasts.

"Ohhhh!..." she purred, squirming in a way that made her breasts shimmy delightfully as the hand cream trickled into her cleavage.

"That's cold! ...Now we're never going to get any work done around here until we take care of your little problem!..." Debra said, giving David's cock another warm squeeze as she put the hand cream down. The she began to deliberately unfasten his belt and his pants.

"Mrs. Fletcher!...We can't!...You can't!...I mean!...What if...?...Oh my God!..." David gasped, this last as Mrs. Fletcher pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees and fisted his big cock firmly.

"Nonsense David! This won't take long! And you'll feel much better after! Now come down a step!..." Debra directed, stepping closer so that her scintillating breasts were brushing David's legs.

"That's it!...One more!...There!... That's perfect!..." Debra instructeded, shifting even closer and squashing her resilient tits into David's groin.

"Oh geez Mrs. Fletcher!...That's amazing!..." David groaned.

"You can call me Debra dear!...Now I'm going to show you a little trick my second husband Raymond taught me!...He used to really like it!..." Debra said knowingly as she squirmed up on her tip toes against David. She slipped the engorged head of his cock under her bra strap and guided it into the steamy valley between her tits.

Her bright eyes never left David's as she settled back down onto her feet, letting his prick slide deep into her beckoning cleavage. Then she cupped lace clad tits in her hands and pressed them together around his now feverishly straining spear.

"Oh God!...Umm!...Debra!...Ummm!...Shittt, that's nice!..." David gasped, grabbing the ladder with both hands for support as he helplessly began hunching in and out of the fuck tunnel that Debra had made for him between her generous mounds. 

"Yes sweetheart!...I thought you might like it!...Just like Raymond!...All he ever really wanted was for me to grease up these babies and let him fuck them!...You men are such pigs!..." Debra said with a lurid chuckle as she bent forward slightly at the waist and jiggled her gelatinous breasts enticingly around David's rampant tool.

"Unnn!...Unnn!...Nahhh!..." David grunted. His balls were tight and the tingling in his loins was becoming unbearable as his come pounded for release. The hand cream had made the valley between Debra's tits a silky slide for his cock and he couldn't help himself as he drove his hips in and out, fucking those tempting mounds faster and faster.

"That's it!...Unn Hnnn!...Come on David!...Give it to me!...Give me a pearl necklace!..." Debra coaxed with a wicked leer as David almost knocked her over with his frantic thrusting

"Nahhh!...Aaahh!....A... pearl... what?..." he gasped, his thighs quivering as he strained up with all his strength, heedless of the bra strap that was cutting deeply into the base of his cock. 

And then..."Phwahhhh!..." he cried as his cock exploded and streams of pearly goo came jetting out from between Debra's compressed boobs.

"Oh yeahhhh!...Just like Raymond!..." she purred, leaning more heavily into David's shuddering loins. Her globular tits were quickly becoming coated with a greasy film of come and sweat as Debra used her pliant breasts to milk the juice from the young man's hammering testicles.

David shuddered and squirmed feverishly in front of her as his fiery orgasm wracked his loins. Again and again he banged his spewing cock into her slippery tit tunnel. But eventually the torrential flow of sperm began to diminish.

"Unnnn!...Unnn!...Oh my Godd!!..." David gasped at the raven haired beauty who was looking up at him with a broad smile creasing her lips. His pulsing prick continued to spit feebly into her sodden cleavage. Glistening globs of come smeared Debra's throat and chest as David's copious spending began to trickle back down across the slopes of her flushed bosom. 

"A pearl necklace, David!...And you just gave me one!...A big one!... Did you enjoy that?..." Debra asked, straightening up and allowing David's now scarlet and still twitching penis to slip from between her heaving breasts. With her eyes sparkling behind her glasses, she swiped a snail trail of come from her cheek and into her mouth which she then swallowed prettily.

"My Goddd Mrs. Fletcher!...Debra...That was incredible!..." David panted as the sultry lawyer stood in front of him, calmly mopping the river of come from her upper body with the little towel she had left on the ladder.

Then Debra put down the towel, picked up the gloves and walked over to her desk. She turned to face David, pulled her skirt up until it was around her waist then leaned back against her desk. Her nylon sheathed legs were parted in a vee and extended straight out in front of her. With her eyes locked on David's she slowly pulled the gloves on, stretching them tightly over her long fingers.

"What are those Mrs. Fletcher...I mean...Debra?...What are the gloves for?..."

"These are my training gloves David. I put these on when someone is going to get a work out. In this case, you! Now come over here..." Debra instructed, crooking one leather clad finger at David.

David took an apprehensive breath, straightened up and went to pull up his trousers.

"Don't!...I'll only have to take them down again..." Mrs. Fletcher said with a confident smile..." Leave them just like that."

David gripped the waistband of his pants and shuffled awkwardly over towards her. As he crossed the room to her, Debra slipped her fingertips into the cups of her bra and pulled the material down and under her pendulous breasts. She palmed the underside of each of her rosy melons and adjusted them so that they jutted out and over the bunched up material in an arousing display. Then she grasped her nipples and stretched them fiercely out in front of her.

She held that pose for several seconds before she released the ends of her breasts. Her rough fondling had turned her swollen aureole into broad maroon discs. Her nipples were a livid crimson, elongated like pencil erasers and visibly throbbing with blood.

She again cupped the undersides of her inflamed breasts, lifted them towards David like an offering and purred..

"Kiss, Kiss?..." with a pretty moue.

David was spellbound by this lurid display and let his pants sag to his knees. He leaned towards Debra with his arms outstretched in front of him in his eagerness to get his hands on those tempting mammaries. His trembling fingers closed on her right breast like he was making a two handed catch and in fact her creamy orb was just as firm and as big as a football but sooo much more exciting to fondle.

"Mmmmmm!..." he gasped as he crouched before her to suckle avidly on her engorged bosom.

"That's it!...Squeeze it!...Suck it!...Stretch my nipple with your teeth!... Go on!...Go on baby!...Do it!..." Debra hissed, feeding David her bulging tit from her cupped hand. She clutched the back of his head with her other hand and mashed his face into her heaving chest.

David had never experienced anything as erotic as the feel of Debra's steely nipple swiping back and forth across his slavering tongue. He dropped to his knees in front of her and feverishly dove for her other breast. Debra bent forward at the waist and fed him her other tit too, dragging his face back and forth across the front of her breasts until her chest was glistening with a mixture of David's saliva and the residue of his recent come.

After a few minutes of this, Debra tangled her fingers in David's hair and yanked his head back.

"That's enough!..." she said sternly, her breath shallow and gasping with excitement.

David too was gulping air, his lips reflexively still puckering as Debra restrained him from her sumptuous breasts.

She looked down and smiled to see that his cock was once more jutting out from his groin like a missile ready to launch. Still keeping the fingers of one hand twisted in David's hair she tilted her loins up and parted the spread vee of her legs even more in front of the kneeling young man. 

David's eyes slowly traversed down from Debra's heaving chest to her crotch. He groaned with anticipation when he realized that her juicy slit and bushy pubic hair were on lurid display, bulging through the center of a pair of split crotch panties. 

As he looked at her in wonder, Debra's free hand snaked down into her crotch in front of him. Two leather clad fingers spread her pink and glistening labia wide apart, completely exposing her vulva to David's astonished gaze.

David hesitantly looked up into Debra's wickedly smiling face.

"Kiss, Kiss?..."she suggested, dragging the tip of her tongue lasciviously around her parted lips.

And then, without waiting for his response, Debra forced David's face into her seething crotch.

He resisted for a moment, more bashful than unwilling. Debra wasn't worried. Holding his face immobile between her spread thighs, she twisted her loins and shimmied forward, grinding her juicy labia against his lips. The press of her fluttering nether lips against his mouth was the most electrifying thing that David had ever experienced. It felt like this sexy seductress was kissing him with her cunt. And Debra was. Nimbly she twisted on his face, skillfully enticing his tongue into her writhing vagina. David couldn't resist. 




Seducing the Boss's Son



"Mmmmm!..." he groaned gutturally as he leaned into the press of Debra's writhing loins, darting his tongue out to taste her. And of course once he slipped the tip of his tongue inside her, Debra clamped down on it with her muscular vagina and siphoned it deeper and deeper into her molten depths. 

"That's it!...Unn Hnn!...That's it baby!...Eat me!...Don't be shy!...Get that tongue in my pussy and eat me all up!...Oh yeahhh!...Get all those juices lover and I'll give you more!..." she enthused, flinging one nylon sheathed leg over David's shoulder and digging her high heel into the middle of his back as she forced him even tighter against her.

She moved one hand behind her on the desk and used that to straighten up and grind down more urgently onto David's slathering tongue.

The young man couldn't believe the fiery heat that was emanating from Debra's cunt as she settled what felt like her whole weight on the bridge of his nose.

"Unnnn!...Unnnn!...Unnn!..." he grunted, barely able to breathe in the vice like clamp of Debra's thighs. But her juices were intoxicating. The earthy smells and flavors that filled his mouth and his nose were irresistible and he excitedly toiled away at Debra's cunt, shaking his head as he burrowed into her loins like a terrier after a bone.

"Ahhh!...Oh shit!...Oh God!...Unnn Hnn!...Unnn Hnn!..." Debra enthused, feverishly working herself off on David's cooperative face. And then...

"Wait!...Wait!...Stop!..." she wailed, using both hands to drag his face away from her excruciating pussy. She eased her thighs from around his uncomprehending face and planted her legs with her knees slightly bent on either side of him. She kept her loins turned up and thrust forward as she moved David's face upwards a few inches. Gingerly she pressed his face back down into her crotch like she was docking the space shuttle.

"There!...Right there!...My clit!...Lick it! ... SLOWLY!... GENTLY!...." she directed with barely restrained ferocity.

David was afraid to do anything else. He stuck out his tongue as far as he could and very delicately swept it across Debra's lividly swollen clit.

"Ahhhhhh!....Waittt!...Waitt!..." she gasped as she stiffened up all over.

David could feel her desperately trying to relax and after a few moments she said...

"O. K.!...O.K.!...Again!..."

David executed his gentle tongue sweep again, this time even more slowly.

"Oh God!...Ohh Goddd!...Nahhhh!..." Debra cried in a rising wail. Her body seemed to contract on itself in slow motion, her thighs and her hands slowly closing on David's head and forcing it against her straining cunt.

David decided to do her clit again. She had him clamped so firmly between her legs he didn't even hear the shrill bark of passion that shot through the room when he did. But he did feel the body wracking spasms that seized her as her loins began to convulse. He was astounded when a tidal wave of scalding juices streamed into his mouth in a torrent that he couldn't keep up with. Suddenly he was choking. He was coughing and gasping between Debra's shuddering thighs, clawing at them for release.

But Debra's quivering torso was arched over the kneeling young man like a coiled spring, her legs constricting around David's face like a python in the middle of a meal. He couldn't even close his mouth and her hands were squeezing his ears so tightly his head was ringing. He was sure he was going to suffocate.

So he started licking her clit some more. He tried to do it slowly but that only made Debra clutch him more viciously. So he started licking her fast and hard. He was still choking and sputtering under her gushing tunnel and there were bright lights starting to flash behind his eyes. But he didn't know what else to do. He slapped his tongue up and down over Debra's clit like he was painting a shed.

Debra started shaking so violently he was sure she was going to wring his neck.

But then, just before he passed out, her thighs miraculously sprung open and over the sound of his own gasping for breath he could faintly hear her pleading..."Nooo!... Don'ttt!... No more!..."as she feebly pushed his forehead away from her groin with the heel of her hand.

David rocked back on his heels and knelt in front of her sucking air. Debra just lay there for a few moments, moaning and quivering before she heaved herself upright on the desk, clutching her arms across her chest. She looked at David with a calculating stare as the last of her orgasmic spasms gently rippled though her. After another moment she got up and stepped in front of him.

"David..." she said, reaching down to take his face in her gloved hands.

David looked up slowly into her sparkling eyes 

Debra peered down at him with a wicked smile from above her dangling, hard nippled tits. She gently pulled him to his feet in front of her.

"You are about to be to get so fucked!...Are you ready?..." she whispered, her eyes blazing as she dropped one hand into his groin and fisted him as he straightened up.

"Ahhhh!...Mrs. Fletcher...It's...Unnn...getting kind of late... Ohhh!... Goddd!..." David stammered. He gasped and bent slightly at the waist as his erection twitched in Debra's hand in response to her inquiring squeeze.

"Don't you want to fuck me David!...You're not going to say no are you?..." Debra asked, pressing her luxurious breasts into David's chest as she jogged his cock in her gloved hand.

David's head had started to clear a little. Despite nearly having passed out between Mrs. Fletcher's crushing thighs, his arousal hadn't waned. The touch of her hand on his engorged flesh was sending lightning bolts of excitement jolting through his groin. 

"Ahhhhhh!...No!...I mean ...yes...I mean...Nahhh!..." David groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Debra continued to fondle his responsive organ.

"I didn't think so!...Sit down baby!...I'm gonna' fuck you right here!..." Debra said. The wanton older woman used David's cock to steer him, backing him into a straight backed chair in front of her desk where she forced him to sit down with his pants still bunched up around his knees.

Even as he was sinking down onto the chair, Debra kept advancing on him. She slinked closer to him as he sat, her stocking tops and garters brushing his thighs arousingly as she straddled his lap. 

"I think you're ready for me aren't you lover?...Ready for my hot cunt?..." Debra purred as she used her free hand to jam David's face into her greasy cleavage.

"Oh God!...Yess!..." David moaned .

Debra spread her legs slightly and rocked her loins down, slipping David's cock crown just inside her.

"Ahhhhhh!...Shitttt!..." David whimpered as her scalding cunt sheathed the end of his tool. The feeling of her juicy labia surrounding his knob was amazing. He braced his hands on the edge of his chair and strained upwards into Debra's leeching pussy. But the sultry tease kept her hand tightly wrapped around the root of his shaft, denying him any further penetration for the moment.

"You're so big and hard!...Just relax baby!...Debra's gonna' take good care of you!..." she whispered as David twisted and hunched up underneath her, frantically trying to drive himself into her moistly inviting center.

Debra pulled David's head back so she could see his face. Then she stripped her hand away from the base of his cock and dropped on him like a stone. 

"Oh fuckk!....Oh Yesss!...Oh Godddd!..." David cried, rising up to meet the raven haired beauty's plummeting loins. His steely shaft shot up into her like a hot knife stabbing through butter. 

"Ummmmm!..." Debra purred in satisfaction, settling down heavily on David's lap and taking him right to his balls.

"Nnahhh!..."he whimpered in amazement as Debra's swiveling cunt wrapped around him like a moist, satin glove.

David wasn't even trying to fuck her. He was so excited he was just straining up inside Debra's down thrust vagina, struggling against the provocative press of her loins like a salmon swimming upstream. The only thing in his mind was the overwhelming need to come inside the deepest depths of her clasping pussy.

"You're not going to last long lover, are you?..." Debra teased, her eyes flashing behind her glasses. Without waiting for a reply, she turned his face into one of her creamy tits. Cradling the back of his head in the crook of her arm she used her shoulder to crush his face into her supple flesh.

Then she leaned back slightly, stiffened her thighs and began to work over David's tool with her muscular interior.

"Ommmm!...Mmmff!...Nahhhh!..." he gasped, squirming frantically as Debra's cunt rippled around his cock, relentlessly squeezing and releasing him in a fiery rhythm. His cock engorged even further inside her when she did that and Debra smiled knowing he couldn't get any bigger. He was going to come soon and come hard.

"You've got a big load for me don't you baby!...Umm Hmm!... Come on David!...Give it up!...Come baby!...Come Inside me!..." Debra encouraged to the top of David's head as she reached under her ass and closed her leather sheathed palm on his taut testicles. That was it for him!

"Phwahhhh!....Ahhhh!..." David cried, arching upwards frantically from the chair as his come erupted inside Debra with fiery intensity. And then he was shuddering like he was being electrocuted as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

"Ummmm!...Oh yeahhhh!...Squirt it lover!...I can feel it!...Unn Hnn!... You're in me so deep!...Ahhh!...More!...Oh yeahhh!..." Debra enthused, milking David's convulsing balls with a skilled touch. Her own excitement soared and a mini orgasm rippled through her loins as David's fiery sperm jetted into her womb.

"Unnnn!...Nahhhh!...." David cried, his lungs heaving like a bellows as Debra forced his nose hard into her breast bone. The blood was pounding in his ears and he could barely breathe as she smothered him between her pendulous tits. She knew the lack of air would make his blood pressure soar which in turn would make his orgasm doubly intense.

"Unn Hnnn!...Ohhh!...So much come baby!...Yeahhh!...Fill me up 'til it's running down my leg!..." Debra encouraged obscenely, jogging her clinging pussy just an inch or two up and down on David's erection in time with his wracking spasms. He yielded up several more burning streams in response, his balls jolting over and over and beginning to pain him as he helplessly spewed out a river of come. He was coming so much that his greasy sperm backed up inside Debra and began to seep out of her and bathe his convulsing loins. 

And then...."Unnnnnn!...." he grunted gutturally as the shameless vixen slammed herself down onto the root of his tool. At the same time she gave his balls a slow torturous twist that made him writhe and cry out soundlessly and also made the last of his come ooze out inside her in a slimy dribble.

Debra sat on him like that for another few moments, his aching testicles pounding fiercely in her gloved palm. Then she reached out and clutched David's shoulders, releasing his face from the press of her swollen mammaries. She held his eyes with a smoldering gaze as she slowly stood up. 

David trembled like he had a fever as he looked up over Debra's looming breasts into her sparking eyes.

"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?..." she asked, straddling his loins as she slowly stripped the black leather gloves off her extended fingers.

David was at a loss for words. And then he felt a warm wetness spreading in his lap.

He looked down and saw an obscene trail of juices dribbling steadily from the inverted vee of Debra's loins and streaming down into his crotch and onto his rumpled pants.

"You can see I did!..." she said with a wanton smile, flicking her gloves onto the desk behind her and then planting her fists on her hips.

"Yes miss...I mean Mrs. Fletcher...I mean...Debra!..." David said in a stupor. His face reddened and he bit his lip nervously. He didn't think he had ever come so hard before in his life. But he felt really uncomfortable with Mrs. Fletcher standing over him like this, seemingly enjoying herself as she allowed their combined juices to spill freely from her ravaged pussy and drip all over him. But he didn't dare say anything.

Debra was playing a little game of intimidation with David now and was enjoying herself immensely. After savoring her young employee's consternation for a few moments longer, the creamy flow from Debra's cunt ended and the older woman smiled and stepped away from the still seated young man.

"I think we can leave all this paper work for now David, don't you? It will still be here on Monday...." she said looking at her watch. She started straightening herself up and rearranging her thoroughly disheveled clothes as she continued...

"As a matter of fact I have another engagement in half an hour and I really will have to make a quick stop at my apartment to freshen up a little. Be a dear David and lock up on your way out will you!..." Debra directed as she gathered up her jacket and her briefcase.

She turned to look once more at the still trembling young man sitting in the straight backed chair in front of her desk.

"David?...Did you hear me?..."

"Ummm?...What?...Oh...lock out on my way up!...Sure Mrs. ...I mean... Debra!...Unn Hnnn!..."

"That's a good boy!...We'll put the Montrose matter to bed next week..." Debra smiled, puckering a teasing kiss at the young man just before she swept out of the room.

"Holy shit!..." David whispered to himself as he looked around the room absently for the towel Mrs. Fletcher had used earlier. His pants were a disaster, outrageously creased and thoroughly come stained.

"Fuck it!..." he said when he couldn't find the towel. He stood up and pulled his rumpled pants and shorts up over his come smeared groin.

"Ewww!..." he grunted, as his sodden shorts rode up uncomfortably in the crack of his ass. His balls painfully were tender and his crotch cold and sticky beneath his soiled clothes. It had been a Friday night he wouldn't forget any time soon.

He locked out on his way up.