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The Boss and New Job Ch. 01

By: Kimcums



My names Kim I'm twenty six years old and have been married to John for four years. I started a new job in an import and export business in October last year. It is quite a large company with numerous employees.

At the end of December we had the firms Christmas function, a dinner dance for employees only, no partners. The party was paid for by the company. I attended, suitably attired in evening dress as it was a 'black tie' event. I was sat at a table with colleagues from my office, mostly women, and we enjoyed a lovely meal accompanied by some excellent wine. After the meal there was a live band playing music for our entertainment and dancing. After a short while Nigel the managing director of the company came over to our table to see how we were getting along. As he was leaving he asked if I'd like to dance and I accepted. We had one dance and then we both moved on. I danced with a few other guys during the evening and spent some time talking with some of the girls.

The band then announced that as the evening was getting late they were going to slow things down. To my surprise Nigel approached me and asked if I'd like to dance again. I agreed and took to the floor. We were close and Nigel had his hand on my bare back. I was wearing a red halter neck ankle length dress with a low scooped back and a side slit to just above the knee. As we danced I could feel his hand moving up and down from shoulder blades to my lower back. I must admit it felt quite nice and made the dancing interesting. We talked about this and that as we danced and it was clear that he didn't seem to have any intention of dancing with anyone else. As the music became more chilled and the lights dimmed I felt his hands on my butt. We were very close and the talking had stopped. He was stroking my bum through the thin material and when the opportunity arose he gave my cheeks a quick squeeze. I didn't try to stop him, I was enjoying it in a way, being touched up by 'the boss', and I wasn't going to upset him was I. It was harmless fun at the staff do.

We broke off from dancing and moved into a quiet area. "Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked.

"No, not for me," I replied as I already felt a little light-headed from the wine earlier. 

"If I can't get you anything to drink perhaps I can get you into bed," he said bluntly. I was completely taken aback by his very candid and direct suggestion.

"Err ... I'm married," I mumbled a little flustered and it was all I could think of to say.

"I already know that. I'm not asking to marry you I'm asking to go to bed with you," he continued in a hushed voice.

I knew I'd already made an error by hesitating in making a decision and by not rejecting him immediately. "My husband's at home waiting for me," I went on again without rebuffing him outright.

"I'm sure we can deal with that," he said authoritatively "And you'll return to him in the morning," he added.

"It's not as easy as that," I said a little nervously. 

"I don't think you're saying no to me are you Kim?" he suggested.

"Well..." I responded but didn't have time to finish.

"Let's be practical about this," he interjected. "You could phone your husband, tell him your going round to let's say my P.A Louise's for coffee with some of the girls and that you'll be staying the night."

"But I'd be lying to him," I said.

"Ahh! but just a little lie in order to go to bed with me. ... You want to be taken to bed ... don't you?"

"Uh huh!" I answered rather uneasily, but it was what I'd like to do and it confirmed my willingness to go with him. I was so confused. Although he's forty eight years old Nigel is a very good-looking guy and I did feel an attraction to him in a strange way and more importantly he's my boss. Everything was happening so quickly and I'd been drinking.

"Great," was his excited response. "What's your husband's name?"

"John,"

"O.K. let's phone John and tell him where he'll think you'll be." We found a reasonably quiet corner and I took out my phone. I speed dialled my home number.

"Hi baby it's me ... yes a great time...thanks. I'm phoning because Louise the boss's PA has invited a few of us girls round for coffee. She says I can stay the night. Would you mind if I stopped over? ... Oh thank you baby ... yes I'm sure I'll have a good time ... no,... no need I'll get myself back ... yes I love you lots too ... see you in the morning." I pushed the button and terminated the call. I felt a pang of guilt but the die had been cast and the scene was set. A small adrenalin rush hit me as I thought of what might happen with Nigel.

"That wasn't too difficult ... and I'll try and ensure that you have a good time as you've ensured John that you will ... come on lets catch the last of the dancing," Nigel said taking my hand and whisking me back to the dance floor. He was holding me close and it did feel good. "I think it's time we made a move," he whispered in my ear as the band continued playing. He took my hand and we made our way to collect our coats. "Follow me," he said once we'd put our coats on. He led me away from the main entrance. "My driver will be meeting us, and this way no one will see," he said as we exited the building at the rear. His black Mercedes car was waiting.

"To the apartment Mr Caswell?" the driver questioned once we'd got inside.

"Yes please Danny," Nigel informed him. We were in the back of the car and Nigel was holding my hand. It felt comfortable and the dark tinted windows meant no-one would see us.

"A good party Sir?" Danny questioned.

"Very good," Nigel replied, squeezing my hand as he lent towards me. "It's going to get even better," he whispered in my ear. A flutter of expectancy and excitement rumbled through my tummy and I involuntarily squeezed his hand in response. We said nothing for the rest of the short journey.

"Here we are Mr Caswell," Danny said.

"Thank you Danny ... I won't require you anymore tonight ...but I'll need you to take Mrs Casey home in the morning," Nigel instructed.

"Fine Mr Caswell ... have a good night ... and you miss," Danny shouted as we got out of the vehicle. Nigel took my hand again and led me through the doors into a lobby area.

"Good morning Mr Caswell," the concierge said as we passed through, as it was just gone midnight.

"Good morning Evans," Nigel replied. We made our way to the lift and stepped inside. As the lift ascended Nigel put his hand behind my head lowered his and kissed me. I surrendered to him, parting my lips, as his tongue explored my mouth. My tongue entwined with his in a slow dance. There was no urgency or frenzy involved just a measured kiss. It felt like magic, the way his lips connected with mine. Even though it was wrong, somehow it felt right amongst all of the dizziness. Something inside me, a feeling, meant that I was content to feel his breath come and go with mine and I was sure he was going to take care of me, in more ways than one. The lift came to a halt and then 'ding dong' the sound bringing our kiss to an end. The doors slid open and he escorted me out into the corridor. Only a few paces away we stopped in front of a door, which opened automatically, and I was shown into his apartment. The interior was remarkably tranquil and minimalist and the cool white space had low level mood lighting. It was long and extremely narrow and very artsy-looking. The apartment was amazing, if you like modern and sleek spaces.

"Here let me take your coat," he said whilst assisting me out of my 'faux fur'.

"This is a really nice place," I commented.

"Thank you," he replied. "Take a seat whist I put your coat away," he continued. I walked over and took a seat on a low slung, white leather, modular sofa. "Can I interest you in a drink," he shouted, out of sight.

"I'd love a coffee," I shouted back.

"Machines on," he said returning to the living space. He was standing behind me at the back of the sofa. I felt his hands as they came in contact with and started to massage my shoulders. I tipped my head back, looking up, and found myself starring into his eyes as he lowered his head to kiss me again. This time there was a little more lust and animal instinct as our mouths met and our tongues entwined again.

"Let's skip coffee," I whispered as our lips parted. "I want you to take me to bed."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh."

"Make your way upstairs, I'll just switch off the coffee and join you."

"Which way?" I questioned, getting to my feet.

"Just go up ... you won't miss it," he said heading for the kitchen. I made my way up the stairs and he was right you couldn't miss it. A wonderful mezzanine area and I was mesmerized by the extra wide black leather upholstered platform bed with a substantially padded headboard. The thick black leather finish, contrasted by crisp white linen, conveyed a feeling of cosiness and I just stood there admiring it. "Do you like it," I heard Nigel say as he joined me. 

"Oh! it's beautiful," I informed him.

"A lovely big playground," he continued.

"Are we going to play?" I questioned provocatively.

"Oh yes," he whispered seductively in my ear as he stood close behind me. Those words, combined with the fact that his hands were untying my halter, sent a quiver of excitement and anticipation right through me. My halter was undone and he slowly lowered the material exposing my breasts. His hands came round in front and took hold of my boobs. "You've got lovely little tits," he remarked.

"A little small," I stated, only being a 34A.

"Not at all," he continued. "They're perfect, so firm, and your nipples are as hard as bullets." I knew they were because I was already feeling quite aroused. I leant back into him as he continued to massage my tiny mounds. I felt a hand reaching behind me. It located the zipper on my dress and lowered it slowly. He eased the material over my hips and let it slide down my legs onto the floor. I stepped out of the crumpled mass and was now standing in just my red high-heel shoes and red lacy thong. "What a gorgeous pert little bum," he said, having stepped back. "I love the little bow on your panties, just above where the string disappears between your cheeks, very nice."

"Thank you," I said, pretending to be coy.

"Why don't you go over to the 'playground' and make yourself comfortable," he suggested. "And I'll come and join you when I'm ready," he informed me. I walked towards the bed. "Leave your shoes on or take them off if you wish, I've no preference," he said as he started to undress. I'd never been on a bed in thong and shoes before, it felt very 'porno', so I left them on. I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my side propping my head up with my arm on the pillow and watched him removing his clothes. He left his white briefs on and as he approached the bed I could see they silhouetted a sizeable package. "Uhmm red suits you," he said jokingly, given I didn't have much on. He climbed onto the bed. "I particularly like red panties ... I think they have a hint of 'naughtiness' about them," he commented. 

He laid down next to me, gently rolled me on to my back, lowered his head and kissed me. Whilst we were kissing his hand was moving over my boobs fondling them and playing with my nipples. "You've got a wicked little tongue," he said as our mouths parted. "I'm sure it can work wonders in other parts," he added before turning his attention to licking and sucking my boobs and nipples. If I was feeling aroused earlier I was even more so now as my nipples are always sensitive and he was working them wonderfully, sucking and chewing on them. His hand was also stroking and pressing onto my tummy, something I like a guy doing.

"I think it's time to see your pussy ... let's slip your panties off," he suggested after moving so that he was kneeling at my side, facing me. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, I raised my bottom slightly and he slid them off. "Oh! yes ... very nice... nicely trimmed and shaved," he observed as he gazed down at my pussy. " I love your little tuft ...you're definitely a natural blonde," he continued, giving a little chuckle. "Spread your legs for me baby," he requested, using his hands on the inside of my thighs to encourage me. I opened my legs for him. "Mmmm what a gorgeous and inviting slit," he said as he continued to focus on my sex.

"I'm glad you like it," I said a tinge embarrassed. Guys had often mentioned my breasts but I'd never had anyone comment on my pussy this way before, it was quite a turn on. His hands moved up from my thighs and I could feel them slowly pulling my pussy lips apart. 

"That's gorgeous ... nice and pink ... and you look lovely and moist ... you're glistening," he remarked.

"It's you that's got me like this," I informed him. 

"I see ... we'll have to get you a lot wetter though before we fuck you."

"Am I going to be fucked?" I enquired teasingly.

"That's highly likely as it's what you want and why you've come here ... isn't it? he questioned.

"Uh huh!" I affirmed. 

"I thought so ... so let's start ... I want to taste you first," he told me.

"Mmmm sounds good," I said encouragingly. He repositioned himself kneeling between my legs and I'd raised my knees up to facilitate his access. He lowered his head. I could feel the warmth of his breath as he was holding my pussy lips apart and then that breathtaking feeling as his tongue licked my slit from love hole to just below my clit.

"Oooh," I sighed in response to his first touch.

"That tastes great," he declared in a muffled voice from between my legs. He continued his licking which felt so good. After a while he really started concentrating on my love hole by swirling his tongue around and probing it inside, he certainly knew how to lick pussy and he had me quietly moaning and purring.

"Aaaaagh!" I suddenly groaned.

"Someone's got a very sensitive clit," he said in response, having flicked his tongue over my nub for the first time. He then started teasing me flicking and licking my clit just enough to keep me squirming and groaning.

"Oh fuck! That's good!" I exclaimed as he sucked my love button into his mouth. He was holding it inside whilst he teased it with his tongue. I could sense those wonderful feelings developing inside my tummy as my moaning grew louder and I writhed against his mouth. "Oooooooh! you're going to make me cum ... uuuuuuuuugh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I yelled as my body began to shudder as he made me orgasm hard. "Yes! ...yes! ...yes! ... mmmmmmm!" I sighed as his mouth released my clit and my orgasm began to subside. His tongue was now probing and lapping at my love hole.

"Kim that was incredible ... you're so wet baby and your juice is so tasty," he commented as he lifted his head and knelt up. He was looking down at me with a big beaming smile.

"That was ... fantastic ... I've not cum ... as hard as that ... for a long time ... thank you," I informed him, whilst trying to catch my breath.

"My pleasure," he said. "I think your good and ready to take cock... you'd better check if I am," he suggested lightheartedly.

"I won't know unless you take your briefs off ... will I?," I countered. He slipped his hands inside his waistband and peeled his white briefs down. "Wow!" I exclaimed as I caught sight of his dick for the first time.

"You seem surprised?" he questioned, smiling.

"It's your size."

"Do you like it?"

"Uh huh!"

"You can touch it ... it won't bite ... although it might spit ... but not till later," he joked. I sat up, put out my hand and took hold of his meat.

"Oooh! you are a fat boy," I said in a rather surprised but complimentary way. I know my hand isn't the biggest but I couldn't circle it around his semi-erect shaft. By calculating later, I've estimated him to be at least seven inches in circumference when hard and his length is just touching seven inches, being just a tad longer than my husband. He reminds me of the idiom 'It's as broad as it's long'. He also has an exceptionally large head whose corona extends well over a quarter inch from his shaft. I was holding him with my thumb towards his balls, which are also large, and had started slowly sliding my hand up and down his shaft. I pushed my other hand against his chest encouraging him to lie down. He understood what I wanted and manoeuvred himself onto his back whilst I moved into a kneeling position. 

Still holding his shaft I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue and licked all over his purple helmet. He tasted good and it was the first taste of alternative dick that I'd experienced in about five years. I'd confined myself to my husband's, up till now, but prior to marriage I'd sampled a variety and always enjoyed giving oral satisfaction. I raised my eyes and I could see a look of contentment on Nigel's face. I opened my mouth wide and just about managed to take his head inside. This was a new sensation as I'd grown used to John's much more slender dick which I can accommodate comfortably and actually deep-throat when I feel like. I teased all over his head with my tongue. "I said your wicked tongue could work wonders in other parts and I was right. It's got me good and ready," he informed me. "How do you want to take it?"

"Mmmmm ... missionary ... to start," I replied.

"To start?" he queried, as I rolled onto my back. "So there may be more?" he questioned as he assumed a kneeling position between my open legs.

"I'd hope so ... but it depends on how you position me," I responded. He had his meat in one hand and was rubbing his large head against my slit. "Ooooh!" I exclaimed as he pushed his head into my love hole.

"Is that alright?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied as he slowly eased more of himself up me. "Mmmmm! Nigel your dick's so big it's stretching me," I continued.

"It feels pretty good inside you as well," he added as he slowly started shafting me. His member was working its way in and out of my love hole and it was a terrific sensation, having my pussy so full, when he was completely up me. I'd never been so totally filled up before. He'd set up a steady pace and he was making me moan with pleasure. He slowed a little and one hand was now playing with my boobs, kneading them and tweaking my nipples. It then reached lower and his thumb was starting to rub and work my clit. He was sliding in and out of me in a controlled way and his thumb action was making me thrust my hips up to meet his inward strokes. The more I was thrusting the more action his thumb was engaging in. Each time I pushed up towards him he'd smile and then increase his stimulation of my love button. I was in an increasing cycle of sexual gratification and he knew it. He was in complete control of my enjoyment and seemed to be getting pleasure from seeing me moan. I was responding to the measured fucking I was receiving with increased thrusting of my hips and vocal sounds. I knew that wonderful feelings were building up inside me.

"Oh yes! ... I'm cummmmmming! ...Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I groaned as a long, low level climax swept through my body. Nigel continued his slow humping and thumb action until my body had stopped thrusting and twitching and my orgasm had subsided. I hadn't realised that my eyes had been closed. As I opened them I looked up at Nigel's face and he was displaying a very smug smile and he seemed pleased with himself, which was probably right as I'd not been made to cum like that for a long time. When I make love with John he never fails to make me orgasm, but this reminded me that the intensity has faded over time. "Mmmmmm ... that was so good," I informed him, smiling back in return"

"It was meant to be," he said, leaning forward on top of me, lowering his head and kissing me again. "I think I should re-position you," he said, light heartedly, as our mouths parted. "That's assuming that you'd like some more," he continued in the same vein. 


The Boss and New Job Ch. 01



"If it's going to be as good as what you've just given me I'd love more," I said encouragingly.

"I'll try my best ... Come and kneel at the edge of the bed ... That's it ... I can stand on the floor behind you and take you in doggy."

"Oooh! that sounds naughty... but nice," I replied as he took up his position. His dick had lost little of its stiffness and was still quite erect. He was holding my sex open with one hand and using the other to hold his meat whilst rubbing his head up and down my slit. It eventually stopped at the entrance to my love hole. He took hold of my hips and at the same pushed his head inside. "Uhhhm!" I responded on being stretched wide.

"Are you O.K." he questioned.

"Oh yes! ... I want you all," I informed him. He complied with my request and slowly eased more of himself into me until I'd taken all his length. "Oh fuck! ... that feels incredible," I observed.

"It does for me as well ... it should be even better once I begin fucking you," he added. A shudder of excitement and anticipation rippled through me just thinking about it. He started to shaft me, nice and easy and slow to begin, his hands on my hips encouraging me to push myself into him on his inward strokes. It was a terrific sensation feeling his fat tool stretching the whole length of my love tunnel. I looked back at him over my shoulder and smiled.

"Is it good for you?" he questioned.

"Uh huh!" I grunted in affirmation.

"Good ... I think you need to be fucked harder though."

"Mmmmm please!" I encouraged him. He started to lift the pace and force of his strokes. 

"You're so lovely and wet ... and your juice is beginning to cream up," he observed as he started to drive harder and deeper.

"Ooooooh! you're doing me so good," I voiced which seemed to spur him on. He continued his pumping and the wonderful feelings began rising in my tummy again. I was pushing as hard as possible against him whilst moaning loudly. "Oh fuck yes! ... harder!... harder!... make me cum ... Uuuuuuuugh! ... I'm cumming! ... I'm cumming!" I screamed as my body was wracked with a terrific climax as he fucked me hard. I collapsed forward onto my stomach sliding off his still hard dick. "Oooooooooh!...mmmmmmmmm!" I sighed as my body continued to twitch.

"Wow! Kim! ... that was a big one," I heard Nigel say from the side of the bed.

"I don't ... think I've ... ever cum ... as hard," I said, in between trying to catch my breath.

"It was terrific just watching you ... I'm not finished yet."

"You're unbelievable ... don't you ever stop?" I questioned from my prone position.

"Only when the lady has had enough ... enough or want more?"

"What do you have in mind?" I questioned a little lethargically. 

"Perhaps you'd like to ride me?" he suggested. I didn't know if I'd have the energy but the thought of sitting on his fat dick was so arousing that I decided to take up his offer.

"Come and lie down," I said as I got up on my knees. Nigel joined me on the bed and laid down on his back, his member still sticking up proudly. I straddled him, in cowgirl, caught hold of his meat and directed it towards my pussy. I positioned him at the entrance to my love hole and gently lowered myself on to his thick hard pole. I was good and wet and he slipped in fairly easily until I was sitting on his large balls. "Oooooh! ... that's so deep ... and I'm so full," I told him.

"It feels fantastic," he continued. He pulled me down towards him. "Just rest and rock if you like," he said, soothingly, before our lips met and we were kissing again. I started rocking gently, as he'd suggested, keeping him fully inside me whilst my pussy softly ground into him. In-between kissing me he worked on my boobs and nipples with his mouth and tongue. Although my love hole was being stretched once again it felt so comfortable and secure being in his arms. 

"Do you feel ready to ride me?" he asked quietly in my ear after a little while.

"Uh huh!" I replied. I felt his hands move to my bum cheeks and he encouraged me to commence sliding up and down his shaft, slowly at first and then with a little more urgency. I was aware that the more intense my riding the more vocal I became, in response to the pleasure I was receiving.

"Ride me harder Kim," he implored me. "That's it ... keep going ... make yourself cum." 

Him talking like that sent me over the top and I was soon coating his meat in my juice as I climaxed again. "Ooooooooooooooooooh! ... I'm cumming again ... Aaaaaaaagh!" I yelled as I bounced powerfully up and down on his pole. "Mmmmm! ... mmmm! ... mmm!" I eventually sighed as my riding ceased and I settled down onto him, with full penetration, collapsing forward on to his chest.

He held me close and stroked my hair, it felt comfortable and snug. "Would you like to taste me?" he whispered quietly into my ear. I didn't say anything but I knew what he was suggesting. I raised myself off him and slowly eased my body down taking up the same kneeling position between his legs that I'd adopted earlier. He was still hard as my hand grasped his shaft, I lowered my head and tongued his helmet. It was different this time, I had a full taste of pussy juice as I licked my own cum off him. I must admit I tasted pretty good. I took his head into my mouth whilst I began jacking his meat. "That feels so good ... you've got a terrific mouth and tongue," he observed. I was tonguing him all over his glans, around his corona giving particular attention to his fraenulum. "Oh yes Kim! ... that's it! ... that's it! ... uuugh! ...uuuugh!...uuuuuugh! ... ummmmmm!" he groaned as four large spurts of warm sticky spunk filled my mouth. He was a heavy cummer and I'd not been given as much sperm, in one go, in a long time. He tasted really good and his jizz was nice and thick, just how I like it.

"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, licking my lips as my mouth came off him having drained all his 'baby making' juice out of him.

"You liked it then?" he questioned.

"Mmmmm! ... very much," I responded positively.

"And you swallowed it all," he observed.

"Uh huh!" I replied, very self satisfied, knowing I had a tummy full of his love juice. "You taste wonderful," I added.

"Come here," he said, whilst directing me towards him. I crawled up, he pulled me into him and kissed me. Our mouths opened and our tongues entwined and danced together. This was a special moment because not many men, including my John, are prepared to kiss you once you've sucked them off. When our lips parted I snuggled into his chest and was soon fast asleep.

Much later I started to stir and was in that often blissful state of being half awake. I was feeling contented and relaxed but a little aroused. I was lying on my front and gradually I realised that Nigel had his hand between my open legs, his thumb was in my love hole and his middle finger was playing with my clit. "Mmmmmmm ..." I moaned quietly and rather sluggishly.

"Shhhh...," he responded. "Just enjoy," he whispered softly. It felt good and a little dreamlike. I was moaning lightly in reaction to the feelings being generated in my pussy.

"Oooooooooooooh ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... " I sighed in muffled delight as he made me cum. It wasn't an explosive climax but a long slow orgasm that gently rippled through my body. I was so at ease that I must have dropped back to sleep as I have no recollection of him removing his thumb or his hand.

I eventually woke, and looking at the bedside clock I could see it was nine-thirty. Nigel had gone and I could hear him downstairs. I got up, put on Nigels shirt, which was lying on the floor, and went down and joined him. I walked quietly up behind him, rested my forearms across his shoulders. "Hello sleepy head," he said.

"Hello," I whispered quietly and rather sheepishly into his ear "Thank you for last night ... and this morning," I continued giving a little chuckle. 

"The pleasure was mine ... and I'm glad you didn't mind me taking the liberty this morning ... seeing you like that was just too tempting."

"It wasn't a liberty ... and it was a lovely way to be half woken up."

"We aim to please ... so what plans now?" he questioned.

"I've got to get back to John, he'll be expecting me." I said as I moved to stand next to him.

"No more 'fun' then?" he went on with a slightly disappointed tone, as his hand started playing with my bottom.

"Err."

"You could always phone to say you're running late," he suggested rather mischievously.

"You're incorrigible," I informed him. He reached out his hand and lifted the kitchen phone of its stand.

"Well?" he said holding the phone questioningly. 

"Are you intending to have me again?" I asked him.

"That depends on if you're available," he said wryly, holding the phone out towards me. I took hold of it gingerly before starting to enter my home number. Nigel's arm was now around my shoulder and he was fondling my boob through the material. I could hear the ringing sound and my heart was beating. I heard John pick up the call.

"Hi it's me I'm phoning from Louise's land line ... yes we had a good time, we were up till the early hours... Louise is just about to make us all breakfast ... no there's no problem, you don't have to come and pick me up ... no...no... one of the girls will drop me off she left her car here overnight ... yes ... yes... love you lots as well ... see you later ... bye ...bye." The call ended with a click.

"It would seem that you're available then," Nigel said with a broad grin on his face.

"Yes ... it appears so," I replied.

"Your little boob and nipple seem excited by your availability, your definitely ready ," he continued. 

"You seem all set yourself," I commented as I reached down and felt his hard manhood through his thin leisure pants.

"You're so incredibly horny... come and sit here," he said, taking my hand and leading me to a high stool by the breakfast bar. "No not that way," he directed as I went to sit down. "Face the other way." It seemed a strange request but with his assistance I got up and straddled it holding on to and facing the back. I then felt his hand return to my bottom and his fingers were stroking along my anal crack. "Push back a little," he requested and I responded. My pussy was now fully accessible and I was actually sitting on my thighs. Then it dawned on me that he intended doing me whilst I was sitting on the stool and the thought of it sent a tingle of anticipation through me. His fingers were now exploring my sex and I felt one being slipped into my love hole. From his body actions I knew he was removing his leisure pants. "Kim you're lovely and wet baby," he observed in complimentary fashion.

"What do you expect the way you're playing with me," I replied, looking over my shoulder and smiling at him. I was enjoying being 'sexed up' and thinking of what was to come. He was standing close behind me and I could sense him positioning his head at my love hole. I was leaning forward against the back of the stool and then I felt myself being stretched as he slowly eased his manhood into me. He kept going until he was deep inside and I knew I was going to be well done as he'd already pushed against my G-spot. "Aaaaaaaaaagh!..." I sighed deeply as I realised he'd completely filled me.

"Are you O.K?" he asked.

"Mmmmm... you feel so good inside me ...you're the first to take me like this."

"So something new for you ... most ladies like it ... once they've tried it." 

"You've done others like this?" I questioned as he slowly started to shaft me.

"Yes... one or two...over time," he said rather casually. There was nothing casual however in what he was doing with his member. It felt fantastic each time he pushed inside as hit the spot which delivered incredible waves of pleasure right through me.

"Ooooooooooh! ... that's so good ...uuuuuuuuuuuuuum! ...you're doing me just right."

"I told you the ladies like it ... it's a great position."

"Mmmmmmm!... it certainly is ... and I'm sure the sensations s more enhanced... when you're being given a big dick."

"You like the size of my cock?"

"Uh huh! ... it really fills me ... my pussy's being fully stretched because it's so fat."

"You like taking it then?"

"Uh uh! ... especially the way you use it." He was now pumping me quite forcefully and my 'G' spot was being consistently hit and stimulated. He was building me up nicely. I was being quite vocal and moaning my satisfaction. "Oooooooooooh yes! ... that's it! ... that's it, " I shouted as I was reaching my peak. "You're going to make me cum ... oh fuck! ... yes! ... yes! ... aaaaaaaaaaagh! ...I'm cumming! ... I'm cumming," I shrieked as I exploded with maximum pleasure. It was incredible and more intense than any previous orgasm he'd given me. I was moaning for some considerable time as he slowly wound down the strokes he was giving me.

"That was a really big one ... you came lots ... you've soaked my cock," he remarked.

"Uhmmmmmm! ... it's a ... terrific position ... I always ... seem to ... juice more ... in the mornings," I said panting, in between catching my breath. 

"Glad you made yourself available?" he questioned provocatively.

"Uh huh! ... you don't get taken like that very often ... it was fantastic."

"Feel up to some more?" he enquired.

"I don't think you need to ask," I replied encouragingly. He slid himself out of me before taking my hand and helping me down from my seat.

"Look how wet you've made the stool, you naughty girl," he said jokingly, referring to the large patch of shimmering liquid on the red leather. He'd certainly made me release lots of pussy cream. He lifted the shirt up over my head, removing it, leaving me totally naked like him. He picked me up, laid me on the table, spread my legs and went down on me. His tongue was working wonders along my slit, probing into my love hole and teasing my extremely sensitive clit. "Your honey pot tastes superb ... it's like nectar," he said in between his tonguing. "Ready for cock? he queried, having given me plenty of oral action.

"Always," I replied. He lifted his head and stood up. He used his hand to rub his large head against my pussy before easing himself back inside me. He seemed to penetrate deeper like this and had soon set up a steady rhythm as he fucked me for the second time that morning. He was very accomplished and responded to all my bodies movements and moans of satisfaction ensuring that I was being totally pleasured. His hands were playing with my boobs and nipples to enhance my enjoyment. He'd started to drive in deeper and upped the pace as the wonderful feelings began developing in my tummy. "Mmmmm! ... you're going to have me cumming again," I informed him.

"That's the idea," he responded enthusiastically as I began to receive a really hard fucking.

"Oh yes! ... like that! ... that's it! ... that's it! ... do me! ... do me!" I shouted in encouragement. "Oh fuck! ... I'm cumming! ... I'm cumming! ... Oooooooooooooh!" I bellowed as I climaxed hard once more. "Mmmmmm! ... mmmm! ...mm!" I groaned as he slowed to a stop and slipped his still hard meat out of me. "I want to taste you," I told him. He moved to the side of the table. I was still on my back.

"Open wide for me," he instructed. I responded opening my mouth wide. He was jacking himself and very soon filled my mouth with his warm, white sticky spunk. He was very accurate ensuring every drop went between my lips and I swallowed it all, enthusiastically. "How was breakfast?" he questioned jokingly.

"Mmmmmmm! ... I do like my protein to start the day ... and that was Michelin starred," I said licking my lips. "I will have to be going," I continued.

"Don't let me stop you," he responded.

"But it is you," I told him.

"Is that so ... I thought it was you being horny and wanting more."

"Perhaps ... but it is time to leave."

"Have a shower, if you want, there's towels and things available," he said as I raised myself up and got off the table. 

I showered and got ready, putting on my dress but deciding to leave off my thong. I joined Nigel in the lounge, he'd put his things back on. "Thank you for last night and this morning," I said.

"The pleasure was mine," he replied. "I've arranged for Danny to meet you downstairs to take you home."

"Thank you," I said again before he showed me the door. I entered the lift and descended.

"Good morning Mrs Casey," Evans the concierge said. "Danny's waiting outside for you."

"Thank you," I replied. The limo was outside, I climbed in and told Danny where I wanted to go.

I was on my way home to my husband John, the man I love and the only person who's ever been able to make love to me which is something really special. I reflected on the nights and mornings events. Nigel is obviously a very experienced and accomplished stud who is blessed by being so wonderfully well endowed, and who knows what to do with it. I'd thoroughly enjoyed the fucking he'd given me, and tasting and swallowing all his delicious spunk had been a real pleasure. I was one extremely satisfied lady. I didn't know what might occur with Nigel in the future but I knew I'd let him have me again, if he asked. Whilst pondering like this I never remotely thought about what was to come on my return to work.

It was the Monday and at about ten o'clock I was summoned to a meeting with Nigel. I made my way up to the sixth floor and into the reception area. Louise his secretary was at her desk and greeted me. "Good morning Kim."

"Good morning ," I replied.

"No more calls for Mr Caswell," she said into the machine. "O.K. we can go straight through to the office," she continued. She stood up and lead the way into Nigel's office. "As you can see Mr Caswell isn't here, but he's asked me to have a word with you." I was a little nervous, wondering what it was going to be about. "Take a seat," she said, directing me to a black leather executive chair by the desk. She leaned against the desk, resting her bottom on the edge. "You look nervous," she continued. " Don't be concerned you're not in trouble, on the contrary ... I'd just like you to listen to what I've got to say," she said, moving round to take the seat on the opposite side of the desk. "I have to tell you that I know about you 'spending Friday night at my place'," she said with a knowing smile on her face, indicating that she knew about Nigel and me. 

"I see," I replied.

"Don't be worried," she said reassuringly once again. "I'm going to be straight with you and cut to the chase. As a company we regularly have business clients visiting, as you know. Well our visitors sometimes require 'entertaining', if you get my drift," she continued with a tone of voice that left me in no doubt what she meant. "We like to keep our 'entertainment' in house, so to speak and there are a handful of female employees who assist us with this. We are looking for another lady to join the team, as one of them is leaving. Mr Caswell and I have had our eye on a possible replacement, but our thoughts have changed. He phoned me on Sunday and suggested we consider you."

"Errr ...you mean you want me to ...?" I responded quite surprised, as I was totally taken aback.

" That's right ... I know it's come as a shock, but he was very impressed with you on Friday and Saturday. I must point out that he wasn't auditioning you or giving you a test run but he enjoyed himself so much and he feels that you have the qualities required to be one of the team."

"I ... I ... don't know what to say," I continued in amazement.

"We discussed your time together and I was persuaded that you would make an excellent addition."

"I'm totally bewildered," I responded.

"We don't want you to be offended and Mr Caswell wants you to know that the choice will be yours."

"So I'd be expected to entertain clients?" I questioned.




The Boss and New Job Ch. 01



"Yes ... I said I'd be straight and not pulling any punches you'd probably end up sleeping with them."

"Thanks for that."

"I said I'd be honest ... You'd look after the clients at the companies apartment."

"Is it where Mr Caswell took me?"

"That's right ... Most of the appointments are during the day but some overnights might be required ... I can see your quite confused. You will get a promotion, not to be paid for what you'll be doing, but to 'give a reason' and disguise the fact that you will be 'away' for some evenings, all the ladies, bar one, like you are married. We don't want you to make any choices right away. Take the holiday break to consider your options, we won't think ill of you if you decide against but we would be disappointed not to have such a perfect replacement on-board."

"Errr ... thank you ... I'll do that," I answered, still a little dazed. I got up out of my chair and left the office without saying another word.

The whole issue was on my mind for the rest of that last day of work and during the Christmas break.



The Boss and New Job Ch. 02



It was the Friday between Christmas and New Year and I was on my way back into work for the first time after the festive break. I was a little apprehensive knowing that I was going to have to make a decision about joining the 'team of ladies' doing entertaining for the company. I'd thought about it all holiday and I'd gone one way then another but had now reached a conclusion.

I wasn't in work long when I received a request to go up to Nigel's office. When I arrived Louise was at her desk. "Good morning," she said in greeting me.

"Good morning," I said in return.

"Mr Caswell, Mrs Casey's here," she said into the intercom.

"Ah! Good, come on through," I heard Nigel's muffled tone in reply.

" Mr Caswells ready for us ...if you'd like to go through ... hold all calls for Mr Caswell," Louise continued before following me into the office.

"Good morning Mrs Casey ... please take a seat," Nigel said. This was the first time I'd seen him since the Saturday following the staff party.

"Thank you," I replied, as I sat down in the same chair I'd used when Louise made me aware of the companies proposition. Louise walked round the desk and stood behind Nigel.

"Well Kim, you don't mind me calling you Kim?"

"No, not at all."

"Well Kim, Louise left you with a proposal to consider over the break, have you decided what you wish to do."

"I've thought a great deal about your offer. I've discussed the possibility of a 'promotion' within the company with my husband John. I explained to him that it might entail being away from home overnight, from time to time, and he has no problem with that, so I can confirm that I'm happy to accept the promotion and I'm looking forward to being part of the team," I informed them.

"That's fantastic ... welcome on-board ... you'll be a terrific asset ... and I'm sure you'll enjoy your new role," Nigel responded. "I'll leave Louise to fill you in on the finer details, as she's in charge of organising the team," he said as he got up from his chair and made his way towards the door. "I might need 'entertaining' myself at some point, you never know," he said mischievously as he left the room.

"Welcome to the team," Louise said as she sat down in the chair vacated by Nigel. "I can see you've made quite an impression on Mr Caswell," she continued rather cheekily. "I'm glad you said 'yes', you will be a valuable member of the team and as Mr Caswell said, I'm sure you'll get a lot of enjoyment, and give plenty of satisfaction, in your new role."

"Thank you ... I'll try my best," I said.

"I'm sure you will ... our clients are bound to enjoy you. As you know you will be meeting and entertaining company clients and you will be making use of the companies apartment. We'll deal with that later. You'll need to free up your diary for Monday as I want you to meet with me at 9.30 at the Novotel for breakfast, as we've got a busy day. I'll be able to give you more details on Monday. Is that alright with you Kim,? You don't mind being called Kim ... I'm Louise," she explained.

"No Louise, that sounds fine, and quite exciting. Is there any dress code for Monday?"

"Just your normal smart business clothes. Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"I don't think so ...not just now."

"Good, if you do think of anything we can deal with it on Monday I'm sure," Louise suggested whilst getting up from her chair and coming round to my side of the table. "Well that's all until Monday I believe," she continued.

"I think so," I said getting up from my chair. "Until Monday then," I continued, making my way to the door.

"Until Monday ... don't be late we've got lots to do," she added as I exited the room. I made my way down to my office and I was thinking, 'there's no way back now ... you've committed yourself to becoming a 'company escort'. As I sat in my office it didn't take long for the thoughts I was having to become thoughts of anticipation. What were we going to do on Monday? ... How would Louise use me with clients? ... What would it be like giving myself to a total stranger? 

The whole scenario was beginning to excite me and it continued all over the week-end.

It was Monday morning and instead of going to work I was heading for a meeting with Louise at the hotel. I was still feeling quite keyed up about events but was also a little anxious about our meeting and the day ahead. I arrived at the hotel and Louise was in reception waiting for me. "Hi Kim, nice and punctual I see," she said as I'd arrived fifteen minutes early."It's a good start as clients don't like being kept waiting. I'm not one for breakfast, I'm just going to have coffee, how about you?"

"Coffee will be fine," I replied. My stomach was fluttering too much to think of breakfast. We made our way to a quiet corner in the lounge and sat down. A waiter came over and Louise ordered coffee.

"No change of heart then?" she enquired.

"No, I'm really looking forward to being on the team," I informed her.

"Good, we can get on with planning then. Generally what happens is I will inform you, the day before, if you have an appointment. I will give you the clients name and instructions for meeting. After meeting up you will go to the apartment, unless that's where it's been arranged that you'll meet. You'll usually entertain the client for the morning or afternoon, unless it's an evening appointment when quite often you'll meet for dinner before having your fun."

"That sounds pretty straightforward. I think I can cope with that," I suggested.

"I've no doubt you can," she said giving a little smirk. "We've got to make sure that you're properly dressed for your meetings, not that there's anything wrong in how you dress now but we don't want hubby, It's John isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Well we don't want John getting wind of your activities, do we? It might be difficult explaining sexy underwear being put on for going to work."

"Errrrm ... I suppose it would," I said rather saucilly.

"You've no need to worry ... it's all in hand ... we're going shopping," Louise said confidently. She took out her mobile phone and pressed a button. "Hi Danny it's Louise ... yes in about fifteen minutes ... at the Novotel ... fine see you then," the call ended. "You heard that ... Danny will collect us in fifteen," she informed me. "You'll be making use of him ... as part of the team," she continued. We finished our coffee and went out to the lobby. We saw the limo draw up and we made our way out to the car.

"Where to Mrs Peterson?" Danny questioned.

"You can take Mrs Casey and myself to King Street please Danny," Louise instructed.

"Certainly," he responded.

"You're going to be seeing Mrs Casey quite regularly ... she's replacing Rachel," Louise informed him.

"I see," he replied with a knowing air. It didn't take long as our destination was only a short drive away. "Anything else Mrs Peterson?" Danny questioned as we got out of the car. 

"Not now, but I'll contact you later to take us to the apartment," Louise replied. We were standing outside one of my favourite lingerie boutiques. "This is our first stop, were going to get you some nice sets of underwear ... don't worry about cost, they're on the company. The important thing is that they are comfortable for you to wear and secondly that they show off your assets."

"O.K... You will give me your honest opinion won't you?" I asked her.

"Of course I will," she replied reassuringly as we entered the shop. "As a lesbian I love seeing pretty ladies in their lingerie," she continued, rather surprising me, but giving further encouragement. We started to look around the store. "For panties are you a thong or brief person?"she questioned.

"I wear both," I replied. "But I suppose that more often than not I wear a thong."

"I can't get used to thongs, so it's briefs for me," she observed. "But a thong can show off a pretty bum," she added. I was warming to Louise and I was feeling more relaxed. 

"Are you going to try anything," I enquired as we browsed.

"I can't not," she replied. "It's all so fantastic." We collected together a variety of lingerie 

"Kim, I hope you don't mind me saying but you've got a really nice body," Louise said, as she eyed me up and down.

"Thank you," I responded. "But my boobs are so small."

"That's not a problem... they're lovely and perky and firm."

"They're not nice and big like yours though ... you've got a pair that immediately gets a guys attention," I commented. They are large at 38DD.

"I don't particularly want a guys attention," she said laughing. "People always seem to see big boobs as a blessing but unless you've lived with them ."

"You don't like them then?"

"Not really. You don't realise the back ache you get or the fact that before I was your age they'd already lost their firmness and had started to drop."

"I'd not thought of it like that before ... one asset you have got that you can't complain about is your big fat nipples ... very suckable and chewable I'd think."

"My girlfriends think so," she chuckled. "Less talk about my boobs and more shopping," she insisted. "I like that set you've got on ... turn round ... your titties and bum look so good ... really inviting."

"I thought we weren't talking about our bits."

"You wanted an honest opinion ... you've got to buy that it's perfect and so sexy." Louise suggested. We carried on with our browsing, fitting and easy going banter . I ended up with a whole collection of bras, panties, suspender belts, basques, bodies, pyjamas and stockings including hold-ups. Louise purchased a few items also. "That wasn't too difficult ... it was fun."

"Yes I enjoyed it ... and thanks for your comments ... I appreciated them."

"Good ... it's not often you get the opportunity to get a lady in and out of her underwear so many times in one day," she said jokingly. "The next thing we need is some office clothes, some clothes for appointments and an evening dress. Where would you normally go for office wear?"

"A variety of chain stores."

"O.K. then let's go for a walk."

"Why office clothes?" I queried.

"Two reasons. Our client might want to be with someone straight from the office, if you understand me. Secondly you will have two outfits the same, in case one gets creased or crumpled ... you look a little bemused but things will become clearer when we get to the apartment," Louise explained. We continued on with our shopping spree, an evening dress, dresses, skirts and tops, three pairs of shoes, two works outfits with work bras and panties and various smellies, shampoos etc in my usual scents. We were well laden when Louise phoned Danny to come and collect us.

When the car arrived Danny placed all our purchases into the boot of the limo, as we made ourselves comfortable in the back. "To the apartment please, Danny," Louise instructed.

"Certainly Mrs Peterson," he replied. "A good days shopping?" 

"Very good." Louise informed him. Eventually we pulled up outside the apartment." I'll send Evans out to collect our items," Louise said as we got out of the car and entered the lobby. 

"Good afternoon Mrs Peterson, Good afternoon Mrs Casey," Evans said as we entered.

"Good afternoon Evans, there are some items in the car to be brought up to the apartment," Louise said. as we made our way to the lift.

"Fine, Mrs Peterson," he replied, as we made our way to the lift. 

We arrived at the apartment and Louise gave me a tag for entering and showed me how it worked. "Well a successful morning, I think," Louise suggested. "Take your coat off, make yourself comfortable. Once Evans gets here I'll show you the way things work." Evans eventually arrived and all the shopping bags were placed in the lounge. "Thank you Evans that's all for now," Louise said and he left the two of us together. "Evans is a terrific guy and a very important cog in the way the team works.," she informed me. "Come with me," she said gesturing towards the stairs. I followed her up to the mezzanine level. "This is where your things will be stored," she said, pressing against a large mirror, it swung open like a door leading into a small room and we went inside. Everyone has their own wardrobe and draw space and there's also a cupboard for your own toiletries etc. Evans will be responsible for ensuring that the bathroom is stocked with just your items when you have an appointment, along with some generic male grooming products and plenty of clean towels and robes. He is responsible for tidying the apartment after an appointment and will make sure that your clothes are put away, laundered or dry cleaned as necessary.

This drawer houses the condom selection, she said sliding it open. You'll need to inform Evans of your preferred brand or style, he'll obtain any currently not stocked and will ensure that a selection, including your favourites, are in the bedside drawer and a drawer that I'll show you downstairs. Practicing 'safe sex' is important but you can decide for yourself if you'll go 'bareback' with any particular client and I know you've already experienced Mr Caswell that way and as part of your role the company pays for you to have a monthly 'health check'."

"The next drawer down is our wonderful 'toy collection'. Again if you have a preference or require something different let Evans know."

"I don't have any preference ... I've never used toys," I informed her.

"Wow! ... never played with toys," she exclaimed, rather surprised.

"No never."

"Well quite a few of our clients like to use toys on the girls, for play and sexing up ... perhaps Evans can have a word with you ... he's our expert in this area, after all," she suggested light heartedly. "That's all to show you in here I think," she continued, as we moved back into the bedroom. "We've covered everything up here so let's go downstairs." I followed her down, back to the pile of bags. "Don't worry about these Evans will sort them out, although you will need to take one set of the office clothes home with you. You'll wear them on any day you've got a meeting with a client, you'll leave them at the apartment and go home, or in to work if you've been on an overnight, in the clean set that will always be here."

"I see ... very well organised."

"We have to be, especially for those of you who are married or have partners. We don't want to risk any suspicion."

"No! ... we certainly don't."

"The kitchen's stocked, there are always drinks available, soft and alcoholic, if there's anything else you need."

"I know ... ask Evans," I said before she'd finished.

"You've got the idea. I don't think there's anything else."

"The condom drawer down here?" I said questioningly.

"Oh yes! ... over here," she said showing me the drawer. "And below it is a toy drawer," she added.

"It's been quite a day ... any questions ... no ... then I'll leave you to have a little time up here on your own," Louise said before collecting her coat. "So goodbye for now Kim, I would hope to get you an appointment soon, I'll be in touch," she said as she went out towards the lift. I watched her get in and the doors close, I was now on my own and started thinking, it had been an unusual day. I'd never done so much shopping in my life and all for the purpose of entertaining company clients and ultimately getting myself fucked. That thought sent an erotic shiver right through me and standing in the luxury of the apartment I suddenly felt like a high-class escort. As I wandered round my thoughts turned to what my first meeting would be like.

I was suddenly startled by the buzzer of the door intercom. I walked over and pressed the button. "Yes," I said, nervously.

"Good afternoon Mrs Casey it's Evans," came a voice in return. "Mrs Peterson sent me up... she informs me that you have a problem with the toys and has suggested that I might be of assistance."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Errr ... yes ... come on in," I replied, a little flustered and pressed the enter button. The door opened and Evans came in dressed immaculately, as usual, in his uniform of white shirt, grey tie and black trousers. He'd obviously left his jacket downstairs. Now Evans is a sixty five years old grey haired man who has a very distinguished look about him. He's very well spoken and upright, reflecting his background and time in the guards. He always exudes an air of confidence when you meet him. "Good afternoon Evans," I said on greeting him.

"Good afternoon Mrs Casey," he replied. "What exactly is the problem with the toys?" he asked.

I was now in a very difficult and embarrassing situation. I didn't really know what to tell him. I decided that I could only tell him the truth and then see. I took a deep breath. "I don't know how to say this," I started.

"Don't be nervous, whatever you tell me is in strictest confidence," he said in a very reassuring tone, which helped me feel a little more confident.

"You see the truth is Evans I've never experienced using sex toys or had them used on me before," I blurted out.

"I see Mrs Casey," he said totally un-fazed. "What do you think we can do?" he questioned.

"Well Louise said that perhaps I should get you to give me some advice and assistance."

"Very well ... were you thinking of the advice and assistance being of a practical nature?" he asked matter of factly.

"Erm... I suppose it would have to be," I answered.

"That's no problem ...if it's what you want?... Were you thinking of this afternoon? ... I'm available if you are."

"Errrr ...yes this afternoon would be fine," I answered a little nervously, as I felt I was being swept along with the tide. "What do you want me to do?" I questioned.

"You'll need to get ready. You can go up stairs, just a robe will be fine, then come down when you're ready," he instructed.

I couldn't believe what I'd got myself into. I wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen. I was confused but I knew that part of me was excited by the not knowing and the very sexual nature of the whole thing. I went upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed and I thought about stopping the whole thing but the adrenalin was pushing me on. I decided to keep going, to accept things and go with the flow. I got undressed, put on a fluffy white towelling bath robe before descending the stairs to the living area. Evans was sat on the low slung, white leather, modular sofa. "You look nice and cozy and snug," he said greeting me. "Come and sit down," he continued, indicating a place next to him. I crossed over and sat down. "Mrs. Casey," he started, maintaining his formal role. He was making me feel like 'Mrs. Robinson' from 'The Graduate'. "I don't want you to feel nervous, I want you to relax and hopefully enjoy yourself... I am going to be seeing you naked and I hope you'll be comfortable being nude in front of me." 

"That's O.K." I informed him. "I've never had a problem striping off in front of guys, or being stripped for that matter."

"Good," he replied. "I'd like to ask you some questions first ... they may be a little intimate and I may revert to the vernacular?"

"No... that's fine," I responded.

"So you've never used toys on yourself and no-ones used them on you?"

"That's right."

"I assume you masturbate though?"

"Yes ... from time to time."

"Often?"

"Every couple of days I suppose."

"When you diddle yourself are you mostly a fingers inside or a clit person?"

"Mmmm ... I suppose I mix the two."

"Fine ...I think that's all I need to know . I'll select a few toys and we can take it nice and slow... Oh I forgot to ask do you do anal."

"No I don't."

"Is that no anal or just no cock in there?"

"It's no cock."

"You take a little anal play then?"

"Uh huh ... just a finger occasionally."

"Very well ... Mrs. Casey I'd rather this wasn't a cold clinical exercise and I think you'd prefer that too. I'd like it to be something you enjoy and remember as a pleasant encounter," he said