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Doin' the Boss Ch. 01

By: RobynG



The problem with doing your boss, your married boss, your lives in suburbia, two rugrats in the living room and another bun in the oven, perfect as all get out boss, is that the odds are stacked against any real relationship.

Let's face it, he has too much too lose and you are expendable. I know, because I found that out first hand when I had just turned 20. 

It was six years ago, but it seemed like yesterday. As a fresh graduate of the Pauline K. Gibson Secretarial School, I made the rounds of the banks in Philadelphia looking for an entry level secretarial job. After several unfruitful interviews, I happened upon the Second National Bank Corporate Headquarters where I met a harried Human Resource Director.

There, in my prim and proper business suit which displayed just a touch of leg, I did my best to make his A List of candidates. As luck would have it, a Friday resignation led to a Monday opening, and I made my way to the Credit Processing Department where I met, and immediately hit it off with, K. Lawrence Little. Mr. Little was a good-looking, wise cracking man who ran the department of 25 processors. 

Our guidance counselors continually told us that even with impeccable credentials it might take a while to secure a good position, and that it almost never happened immediately upon graduation. This was my lucky day, because after an hour of questions I had made enough of an impression, possibly helped by his immediate need, and the following week I began my working career.

Ours was a good match. Mr. Little, a 35-year-old who had an infectious smile and the wit to go with it, was a great boss. He guided me through several minefields, as every new kid on the block needs but seldom receives, and was patient with my numerous miscues. Along the way I grew under his tutelage, became a model of efficiency, and we began to work closely as a team. Maybe too close.

In some ways Mr. Little was like a father to me. He would provide advice on everything from finances to boyfriends. He was concerned, not angry, one Friday after my boyfriend and I spent a little too much time dancing and carousing at the Jersey Shore and didn't make it back home until nearly 2 a.m. I was late for work the following morning, but instead of reaming me out and giving me all the grief bosses are supposed to give their subordinates, he at least partially understood and gave me a pass on the pontificating. 

A few weeks later though, after being stood up for the third time in less than a month and spending much of the day one short step from breaking into tears, Mr. Little asked me to stay after work. He listened to my story, told me it wasn't the end of the world, and that there were other fish in the sea. Then he told me a few jokes, clearing my mind before gently sending me on my way.

He earned my respect that day, and continued to do so when he helped me with understanding my finances, cautioning me about certain wolves in the building, and being a perfect sounding board for everything from career to personal goals. At the annual holiday party he introduced me to Mary, his pert little wife, while I introduced the Littles to Mac, also known as Malcolm, my then-current beau. The four of us laughed, danced and enjoyed the party.

Several weeks later Mr. Little mentioned that Mary had another child on the way, the product of an alcohol-induced session of hanky panky the night of the holiday party. I laughed and congratulated him, and we joked about how there must have been some viagra in the punch or something.

It was one of those innocent comments that came back into our conversation several weeks later. It's a long story and I won't bore you, but suffice it to say that Mac and I had been having difficulty in the sack in recent weeks. Now I had never been all that sexually active, Mac was only my third lover, and technique was not something that 20-year-olds pay much attention to. 

I lost my virginity to Jack the summer he was heading off to college while I was a naive 18-year-old high school senior. Jack got into my pants in the back seat of his Buick while we were parked alongside Tinicum Lake. I had satisfied him with handjobs for several months before finally giving in to his insistent desires after he professed his lifelong love for me. It wasn't pretty, and I lived in mortal feat of pregnancy over the next month after he told me his condom had somehow come off during our initial intercourse. 

When I finally got my period I swore off sex forever. Forever lasted about 18 months, as William and I were busy as bees in the bedroom, and his car, and his parents house, and wherever we could find a few minutes and a bit of privacy. William had a constant need for sex, and I swear he was fully ready to go a second round after just finishing his first. William taught me to suck his cock, to wear sexier outfits and to satisfy his guttural urges with a smile. I loved him, he loved me, and we were a perfect combination in and out of the bedroom. Or at least I thought. 

When he left me for Jenny Constantino, the rich bitch from uptown, I nearly died. Mr. Little helped me through that down period of my young life, and reminded me "you have to get up and ride after falling from a horse!"

I listened, but didn't believe it. My heart was broken, but time does heal all wounds, and soon Mac came along to divert my attention from hating guys to, well, liking them once again. I was attracted to Mac more than any other man, and soon we ended up sleeping together whenever we could. The sex was exciting but there was always something missing. I couldn't put my finger on it, but Mac just didn't ring my bells. The rest of the relationship was good, but for some reason Mac wasn't very affectionate. He said he loved me, but he didn't really like to hold hands, caress me or all the thing that make a girl seem special.

One Friday night before shutting down the office Mr. Little and I were casually talking about the upcoming weekend when I asked him what he did to make his wife Mary seem special to him. He talked about flowers, candlelit dinners and reminding her of how good she looked, but said every man was different. I lamented that I just didn't feel truly loved my Mac, mentioning that I even felt I didn't turn him on.

"I've caught him looking at other girls, and I don't think he looks at me that way," I dejectedly said

"Ah, your crazy, Constance, you're nuts," said my boss, hesitating a bit.

"What is it Mr. Little, tell me!"

My boss shuffled a bit in his seat. "It's just I don't want to say anything inappropriate, I don't want to get in trouble with HR or something."

:"Geez, Mr. Little, you can say whatever you want. You don't have to worry about me, I'm a big girl. Tell me."

"Ok, ok, Constance. It's just that you are very pretty and I can't imagine any guy not getting turned on my you!"

He went on to tell me how good I looked at work, and that I looked absolutely great in the cocktail dress at the party. He said many men there had stolen glances at me that evening, bringing a crimson blush to my face. 

That weekend I thought a lot about how sweet my boss was. I also thought about him in bed…fantasizing about him when Mac was thrusting in and out of me. It was the first time I had ever thought of someone else while screwing, and it was both naughty and nice. I had an orgasm that night, one of the first ever with my boyfriend. 

I didn't know what had come over me, but I had this desire to, well, see if I could excite my boss. I'm not talking trashy here, I wasn't going to start dressing like a slut, but I did begin wearing my dresses and skirts a little shorter and my sweaters a little tighter. I didn't wear something inappropriate like miniskirts, but I did show a bit more leg in the office.

I wasn't sure at first, but after a while I did catch Mr. Little catching glimpses of my legs when he would talk past my desk. When I sat in his office taking dictation, I caught him a couple times peeking up my skirt. It was hot knowing he was looking.

Several weeks of my innocent exhibitionism went past and my little leg show continued to excite most likely Mr. Little and me too. At one of our late day meetings I caught him looking right up my short blue skirt, and asked him what he was looking at.

"You know what I am looking at, Constance, you are a true temptress!"

I laughed, calling him a naughty boy.

"You really should start wearing your skirts a little longer, Constance," instructed my married boss. "It is, well, distracting."

Thinking back, I have no idea what got into me that day. I looked him in the eye, then down to my lap. I moved my legs slowly apart and leaned back just a bit. Looking up, I saw his eyes had followed mine to my midsection…they were glued up my skirt. I wondered if he could see my black satin panties. 

"Do you like the view, Mr. Little? Are you being a dirty old man?" I quizzed, fully knowing the answer.

"You don't know what you are doing to me, Constance."

I smiled. "I think I can imagine."

There was a quiet pause before I smoothed down my skirt and stood. I walked to the door, closed and locked it, then walked across the room toward Mr. Little's bookcase. I bent over in mock interest in a book on the bottom shelf, displaying a lot of thigh and maybe more.

"Constance! Do you know what you are doing?"

"I'm just looking around your office, Mr. Little, why, is something wrong?" I incredulously said. 

I don't know what came over me. I can assure you that I never planned it, I surely was only teasing the man a bit, but in the heat of the moment something more came over me. I reached up under my skirt and lowered my panties to the floor. I walked to his desk and sat on it as the man was just a foot away. I slowly spread my legs. 

"I don't want you to strain your eyes, Mr. Little. Is this a better look?"

I thought the man was going to have a heart attack. He sat there, staring, almost in a trance. After a bit he reached out and casually touched my thigh. When I didn't shoo him away, his hand gradually stroked and caressed my leg. When he touched my pussy, I began to melt, and when he leaned forward and began to lick my slit up and down. I had never felt anything like it, my mind swirled while my sex pulsed.

He licked and stroked by throbbing clit and made me feel sensations I had only dreamed about. His tongue stroke was slow and sensuous. He went at me like a starved man, slobbering all over my wetness. It wasn't long before I began to cum on the spot. It had to be months of built up sexual frustration or something, because I don't think he licked me for more than a couple minutes before I exploded. 

Mr. Little looked up at me, and I will never forget what he said. "Oh, no, what have I done."

I think he really thought it was his fault, and that I was going to haul his ass down to Human Resources or something. I pushed him back into his seat and dropped to my knees in front of him. There was a tent in his pants, and I quickly unleashed his hardness into the open air. His cock was swelled to its full length, and he certainly wasn't named for the length of his penis. It was anything but little, stretching to at least seven inches of man meat. 

I began licking the knob of it, swirling my tongue around the tip. I licked around and around, then up and down his hard cock from the bottom to the top of its mushroom shaped bead. Then I sucked it into my mouth, bringing out a groan from Mr. Little. It was an incredible feeling, his dick in my mouth. He was long, hard and pulsing and he began thrusting up and down as if he hadn't had sex in months. 

His dick was like no other I had sucked. Oh, William was a little bit longer, but Mr. Little was definitely thicker. And while my other oral conquests had generally lasted only several minutes under my mouth attack, my boss stroked, pumped and pleaded for more of my mouth action yet didn't pump and explode like the others. The man clearly was enjoying himself as my head bobbed up and down his dick. He moaned, he groaned, he let me know how much he loved my mouth action.

"Oh my god, it's a dream," stuttered Mr. Little, breathing quickly. "Don't stop, Constance, it's wonderful. Play my skin flute. Oh yea!"

After a bit my mouth began to tire, so I alternated strokes of his cock between my mouth and my hand. I'd stroke him, lick him, and then stroke him again. The combination sent him higher and it wasn't long before he warned me he was going to cum. It was very decent of him to give me the option of how to make him explode, but there was no way I was going this far and not having him cum in my mouth.

"Umm, Mr. Little, it's okay, you can shoot in my mouth," I said before putting his pulsing dick back into my hot oral cavity. That was all it took as the man began shooting his tangy seed into my welcoming mouth.

That was the first of many blowjobs received by my boss in his office. Sometimes I would suck him off in his car along dirt roads and once by the lake where I lost my virginity. Once I blew him while he spoke with his wife on his cell phone, writing down a grocery list. It's a miracle we weren't caught. 

Mr. Little had an insatiable appetite for having his cock sucked off. He claimed his wife wouldn't do it, and that I was the best he had ever had. It was quite exciting for me to share the secret of our clandestine meetings from all prying eyes. He'd buy me little gifts, nothing exorbitant, some jewelry for special occasions and sexy underthings for other times. 

I found myself fantasizing about having a long-term relationship with the man. I loved him, after all. He said he loved me too. I wanted to make love with him in the worst way, but he told me he wanted to save that for our wedding night, then he'd guide me to my knees where I'd suck his dick.

Mr. Little insisted I continue to date, as he didn't want to raise suspicions. He even had my latest beau Jeremy and I over his house with some other friends for a holiday party. It was difficult to watch my boss and his wife make all nicey nice, holding hands and stealing kisses. But that bout of jealousy quickly evaporated when he asked me to go with him on a beer run. He stopped at a local distributor and picked up a couple cases, then quickly pulled behind the shop and pulled me close in an embrace.

"Oh, Constance, I've missed you!" he said, kissing my neck. "I need you. Do me."

He placed my hand on his manhood, and I began stroking him through his pants. His dick lengthened, and I let go of it long enough to unzip his fly. I pulled his dick out from his boxers and admired his hardness. Mr. Little had a great cock. I loved the way it stood tall and pulsed, especially when I was licking my lips and mouthing sweet nothings toward him. My boss loved it when I spoke dirty to him, and while it wasn't my favorite of things to do, I talked nasty to turn him on.

"You have such a great, suckable cock, I love it," I cooed, stroking his dick. "It's so big, so hard, it makes me wet. Let me have it, let me suck it."

"Yes, m'dear, suck it, suck my cock," he begged, pushing my head toward his hard spike in his lap. "Hurry, before someone sees us."

I gazed at his hard dick and then gingerly lowered my head to it. I knew it was to be a quickie, but still I wanted to savor the moment for a bit and started off by licking the head to get it rock hard. My short skirt rode up my thighs as I bent over and took his dick in my hot wet mouth, moving my lips up and down the hard shaft. Mr. Little caressed my ass as I blew his dick, alternating slow, sensuous sucks with hard head-bobbing in tandem with my hand strokes. 

"Oh, you are a sweet cocksucker," he panted as I bounced my head on his dick. "You are the best. You make me so hot."
 I loved his words, but what really turned me on was how his dick grew in my mouth as he accelerated toward his orgasm. He was super hot and I knew he had been waiting all day for my loving lips. I blew him harder and he began lifting his ass off the seat bottom, bouncing his cock faster in my sucking mouth. The pounding of my face hurt a bit, but it was soothed by the knowledge he was going to cum fast. 

The man's head flew back and his eyes went to the back of his head as I sucked his cock, and with a low groan I then felt his cum erupting up the shaft of his cock. The hot sauce hit the depths of my mouth on the instroke and then continued spurting on the outstroke. He came a bucket, and although I swallowed several times I couldn't contain all of his sperm in my mouth. Some ended up on my lips, some on my cheeks, and still more on the front of my dress. Mr. Little sure loved my blow jobs! Of course I didn't notice the cum stains until we had arrived back at the house and I went to the bathroom to clean up. 

Over a two-year span I must have sucked Mr. Little's cock 400 times. Five times a week for sure, sometimes twice in one day. If each orgasm produced an ounce or two of cum sauce, then I must have swallowed a couple gallons of the stick man jizz. I didn't always like the taste, but I never refused any of his oral requests. After all, I loved the man. 

It wasn't until a cool winter evening that things changed between us. I didn't know it at the time, but it was going to be my final blowjob of the man. The night started simple enough, Mr. Little asking me to meet him at the mall in our "special" parking place on the top floor well away from the department store.

I left the office a few minutes before he did to deflect any suspicion and made my way to our meeting place. I parked, and soon afterward Mr. Little pulled in to the spot beside me. I got out of my car and slipped into the seat next to him, as his car had more room than my compact. 

We talked for a few minutes then began necking. We made out for a while before I started to stroke his pants. I loved the feel of his lengthening cock, it made me hot thinking of how hot I made the man. After a bit of foreplay I heard his zipper opening and I bent my head into his lap and began licking his bulging cock. His hand was on the back of my head, and he alternated pushes down on his dick with my lifting my head up.

"Oh, yes, Constance, suck my dick. You are a great cocksucker, the best. Um, keep sucking me," he pleaded.

I complied with his request, licking and sucking his rock hard cock. I loved sucking him, and he loved my mouth. It was a perfect twosome. I bobbed my head up and down, licking his dick like there was no tomorrow. I heard a car driving nearby and began to lift my head off his cock but he wouldn't let me remove my dick from him as he held my head securely on his dick. 

"Don't stop, honey, don't stop, Keep sucking, Don't worry about it. Suck it," he demanded and I didn't hesitate any more. "I felt his dick growing in my mouth, and just went with the flow, bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I heard Mr. Little moaning and prepared for his load. I didn't have to wait long, as the man began stroking faster and faster and then let loose with a hard series of cum spurts.

The stuff hit my mouth and face then my mouth some more as he came his usual copious load in tune to my cocksucking. He groaned, he muttered, he told me how much he loved me and my talented mouth.

I lay there in his lap, cum sliding down my cheeks when the bombshell hit.

"Mary is pregnant again, so I hope you are ready to due double duty with my dick," said the man. I couldn't believe my ears. He had told me that he and Mary weren't having sex anymore, and that I was his only outlet. Now he's telling me his wife was knocked up again. So much for his truthfulness.

I don't know what got over me, but I sat up then smacked him across the face. "You bastard," I spat. "You told me you weren't doing your wife."

"Oh come on, Constance, you know better than that, she's my wife," said my lying boss. "I have to fuck her."


Doin' the Boss Ch. 01



I couldn't believe my ears. The lying bastard had been using me all this time. While I knew deep inside that could be the case, I didn't want to believe it. Now I did. I spat the excess cum on his front seat, called him a son of a bitch then left the car in a huff. He cried out for me to stop, but I jumped into my car then sped off home. I didn't answer the phone that night, and when I showed up at the office the next morning I entered his office and demanded a transfer, telling him I'd be in HR in minutes if he didn't comply. 

He did. And while we worked in the same company for several weeks I finally left the company for a better job and haven't thought of the man since. 

So beware, if you are Doin' The Boss, be sure you know what you are doing.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 02



One of the benefits of writing stories for Literotica is the feedback one gets after its posting.

Not every e-mail is satisfying — in fact, some are downright insulting. I learned early on, however, I can just write from the heart, from experiences and with a little literary judgment. Of course it is great when you receive a complimentary note or constructive feedback. 

In this regard there have been several wonderful people who've written feedback on my stories, people who I have had the opportunity to correspond with, discuss my work, and, over time, used their feedback in subsequent writing efforts. 

Some of these folks have completed my fun, anonymous, little survey of what's going on in their life. Still others have asked me to continue writing about my affair with a former boss, while others wanted me use my imagination to try new topics.

I have written about my affair because, if I have to admit, it's easy writing about something which is etched in one's memory bank. I don't have to use the imagination to come up with unique settings, ways of playing around, and so forth, because I merely write about things which have happened over the last seven or eight years in real life. 

Of course, there's a little bit of literary license in each of the stories as I — or my wonderful friends who edit these things, Cynthia or Benedict (both think I'm so BAD for writing about my love life, but both never turn me down when I ask for their opinions, go figure).

One of my favorite e-mail friends, Carrie, is a soul mate of sorts because she has been there. Carrie, as I joke with her, Carried on with her former boss for more than three years, finding her way into sexy and sexually satisfying situations. She, like I, broke up with our bosses when it became evident the relationship wasn't going anywhere and "he" wouldn't be leaving his wife. 

For those of you who've read my other stories, you know that I've since gotten into a good relationship with a guy, but that I've strayed back to rendezvous with my former boss on numerous occasions.

We will leave it to the psychologists to figure that out, but let's just say I'm a big girl and I know what I am doing. In any event, Carrie and I were reminiscing recently, sharing a night on the instant messenger, when she we began trading stories about how hot the early part of our relationships with our boss lover's were. The sneaking of precious moments out of the prying eyes of co-workers in the building, sneaking kisses at lunch after looking around to ensure we couldn't be seen. 

In this conversation we somehow got on to the topic of "close calls," where our little tet a tet meetings were nearly revealed. Usually it was because we had been careless, but there were times when things just happen. Carrie is a nurse, and her boss was a doctor, and the two were caught making love about 1 a.m. when another nurse walked in on she and her lover in a hospital room they were borrowing for a tryst. 

They were moving and shaking in the missionary position when Carrie noticed the door open and attempted to alert and push off the doctor. He was lost in the act and continued his thrusting for several seconds before being shocked himself. 

Nothing bad came of the discovery and lovemaking observation, but she did think that everyone in the hospital knew about the affair, even if that wasn't really the case. 

"I just thought every time I caught someone looking at me they were saying to themselves, "There's Carrie, she's sleeping with Dr. Whoever." Still, every time someone looked at her for even a moment she thought they knew she was a bad girl.

Laughing at her story, I told one of my own, and Carrie said it would be a great story to tell. So for Carrie, and you my readers, here it is. 

After the seduction of K. Linford Little in his office, I couldn't stop thinking about the man my senior. It was hard working right outside his office knowing that he was alone inside. But as any of you in this situation knows, any careless behavior will quickly be observed by someone, and that isn't a good thing in an era of claims of sexual harassment, to say nothing about wives finding out about their philandering husbands. 

Let me set the stage. Mr. Little had a corner office on the fourth floor of our building. It was a nice size, not a ballroom but with enough room to easily host a staff meeting of four or five people when necessary. There was a walnut desk with two matching chairs as well as a small table with three chairs.

Outside the office was my cubicle, and to the side a small reception area which contained a loveseat, arm chair and coffee table. Right down the hall, 15 feet away or so, was another administrative assistant who supported two managers in offices on either side of her. 

Whenever one of us required a bathroom (or in her case, smoke) break, or needed to run some documents around the building, whatever, the other admin assistant would cover the telephones.

Mr. Little had been frisky on the day in question, hinting all morning that he'd like to have me satisfy a certain urge of his. I laughed and teased him. Once, after dropping his mail on his desk, I quickly ensured nobody was in view, moved to the side, bent over, and lifted my skirt to show him my snug bright red panties.

He buzzed in in a couple times and ask me to take dick-tation, but I merely laughed the request off and teased him some more. I didn't think he was serious, heck, there were people in and out of the office all morning and such an act, even behind closed doors, would have possibly raised questions. 

Before the seduction I would sit in his office, taking notes, whatever, and sometimes it would be with the door closed and never thought anything about it. One I blew him that first time things changed. Now I was a little self-conscious whenever I was behind closed doors with him, because of course I didn't want someone to find out about our affair.

Mr. Little and I would reserve our "persona;" time together during lunch hours and after work, although we'd sometimes both arrive very early for work and start the day with a (sly wink) bang or stay late and have fun together. I loved our oral quickies, and enjoyed satisfying the man I had grown to love. Once, though, several months into our relationship and before we knew that it was imperative to continuously be careful, we threw a little caution to the wind.

When he begged for me to Do Him for lunch I teased some more but finally agreed, and you would have thought he'd hit the lottery! In any event, noon came and I mentioned to my co-worker that I'd be getting lunch a bit early, and to forward our phones to the receptionist at the front of the floor when she went on her lunch break. 

That was not unusual because she always took her lunch about 12:30 while I was less flexible as my boss had meetings which negated the opportunity to me to take a specific lunch time. 

I went to a local deli and picked up my order for a couple sandwiches, one soda and one cran-apple juice, and some chips, then headed back to the office at 12:40. Coast clear I entered my boss' office, closed the door, put down the food and rushed over toward him and planted a long, wet kiss on his loveable lips. 

Our embrace lasted several minutes, and I have to admit my mind had wandered from work and taking care toward raw sex. I wanted to consume the man, satisfy him like no other had ever done. I wanted to do the things his wife wouldn't. Take some control over his mind and body. 

When he asked me to go down on him, I shyly said I didn't do that kind of thing, knowing full well that I had sucked his cock dozens of times in the past. But I was playing a part, a lead role in our little one act play. He asked again, leading me over to his hard walnut desk. He sat in his large executive chair and began unzipping his trousers.

"Please, Constance, Please?" he groveled as his manly knob sprang into view. And it was a nice dick, firm and demanding, it began to throb and I had yet to do anything but observe it being revealed from his pants.

I smiled and dropped to my knees in front of the horny man, taking the fall I had become very good at. I stroked his dick and cooed at him as his manhood lengthened to a rock-hard muscle. Reaching inside his underwear, 

I played with his balls, slipping the sacks out into the open along with his erect spike. Soon my blowing on the cock, kissing it, and then licking it brought the man to full attention, and his moans were quick and littered with jumbled words like "suck, do me, oh yes and suck my dick." I don't think you have to be a poet in that situation, only know what you want. Mr. Little clearly knew his desire, he wanted me to suck his dick.

I liked that idea, and soon lowered my head onto his flesh tightened knob, complying with his urgent request. My boss sounded as if he was having a heart attack, wheezing a bit at my mouth magic, but I knew it was merely sighs of joy. 

I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth, lowering my head as my lips encircled and tightened on the pole. I took about four inches into my wet and willing mouth, then reversed the action, holding the dick tightly within my lips as my head traveled back whence it came. I repeated this action several times over the next minute as I could tell Mr. Little was thoroughly enjoying the attention. 

He slowly took control and began rocking in his seat as his manhood worked its way into my oral cavity. He has a thick cock, and my mouth was filled and had to strain just a bit as I blew him. My knees hurt a little on the hard floor, but the feeling of his throbbing cock in my mouth more than overcame any discomfort. 

My head bobbed up and down the cock, although from time to time I would remove my mouth and just stroke the cock while looking up and the man. Soon he'd push my head back down onto his cock, and I willingly began sucking in earnest. 

"Hurry, honey, we don't have much time," came the command from above, and I began moving my head quicker and my hand faster on his meaty, throbbing dick. I stroked his knob in time with my head bobbing. Every so often I would remove my mouth from his cock, taking a break so to speak, but licked around the mushroom knob at the top. 

Mr. Little loved that action, as I verified when I looked up into his eyes. I loved that part, as it was sort of a scene from a porno movie where the starlet licks a man's cock while looking into his eyes. 

"You are such a great cocksucker, Constance....oh, I love it."

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and quickly Mr. Little pushed me out of sight under his desk. I heard him fumble with his dictation machine as the door opened.

"Uh, I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Little, but Constance wasn't at her desk and Mr. Robertson told me he needed you to review this contract ASAP," said my co-worker from down the hall as my boss leaned forward in his seat. 

The two spoke for a bit, my hand on his cock the entire time, before she left the office. "Do you want me to close the door?" she asked. My boss replied yes, he had to make a quick confidential call, and the coast was clear.

"Constance," he sternly said, "you didn't lock the door!"

I sputtered something about forgetting, but that a locked door would have raised suspicion anyway. The man was shaking, and I attempted to calm him down as he mumbled something about getting presentable. He was ticked, startled and afraid, but I quickly figured out a way to save the situation. "Let me finish you off," I cooed. 

Funny thing, but without any resistance, the man agreed.

"Just hurry!" he commanded. "Do it!"

His command was my wish. It was tight quarters under that desk, but I surmised, correctly I later found out, that he was concerned we would be interrupted once again in the act of making love. I stroked his dick back to its full, firm length, all the while telling him it was okay and that I loved his hard rock of a cock.

From this vantage point I no longer could look up at him, the top of the desk now blocked my view. So I concentrated on the task in front of me, first licking the cock from top to bottom, stem and stern, then ovaling my mouth to slowly slip the tip of the manhood into my willing mouth. I sucked the top of his dick for several seconds, slowly stroking the base of the cock, before I felt the man maneuver his hand under the desk and fondle the side of my head. He pushed down, guiding his cock into his mouth.

It was a bit uncomfortable, and soon he removed his hand to give me more room. I lowered my head onto his cock as far as it would comfortably go — I have never been able to be a deep throat fellatrix, but I could easily take more than four-and-a-half inches into my mouth. I would let him rock into my mouth for a while, then slow him down as I would take his cock as far as it would go. 

While I couldn't cram it all into my mouth, I did get it far enough in where I could feel the ends of his cock hair tickling my nose. 

I knew I must have looked like a wanton slut, except for the fact that from his angle he could only observe the top of my head, so to help things along I sort of shook my head a little from side to side as I sucked his dick up and down into my wet mouth. All the while I would sort of moan on his cock, with the humming vibrations taking an already hard cock to rock hard status.

Mr. Little may have had some reservations about resuming our tryst, but not after a few licks of his cock and surely not when I warmly wrapped my lips around his hardness. His butt was rolling in his chair and thrusting up at my lowered head before slipping back down to the well cushioned seat as my head elevated away. Again and again I slipped up and down his cock.

Soon I felt his balls tighten and I could swear I could feel the cum sauce rising through his shaft. Whether I did or not didn't matter, because soon the sticky residue of his orgasm transferred from deep in his body into my mouth. 

"Yes, Constance, yes...oh, that's good, oh that's good. Don't stop...keep sucking."

You can tell he's in management because he assumed control of the situation, at least in his mind, as I finished my oral task. Still, it's debatable who was the boss because I loved the feeling of his dick shrinking in my mouth. I tightened my lips as his cum spread itself all around his dick. 

Some was swallowed, some stayed in my mouth, and some was on his dick when I removed my head.

After catching my breath I dove back down onto his dick, claiming the rest of the sticky residue and sending it down to my tummy. I cleaned his cock of all the sticky stuff, making sure not to miss a tasty drop, then tucked him back into his pants. 

Mr. Little moved back and I slipped out from under his desk, job done. Then it was merely a matter of how to tactfully handle the intrusion. On one hand, we weren't caught, but on the other, I don't think Jessica knew where I had gotten to. Since there was only one entrance in and out of Mr. Little's office, I had no idea of how to resolve things. 

My boss told me not to worry, and took me over to his desk where we started lunch. "I already had my desert," I said to the satisfied man.

He smiled, walked over to the door, and opened it. He mentioned Jessica was at her desk, but then went into some work he needed completed today as if nothing had happened. After lunch he looked out his office door a couple times until he had me quietly scamper out of the office when the coast was clear. 

Needless to say we were a lot more careful after that near disaster. We only messed around in his office a few more times, normally after work. We took our lovemaking to his car, area parks and anywhere we might find seclusion. 

It wasn't until months later, when Jessica was promoted to another department, that she spilled the beans. "You better be careful," she said, nodding toward Mr. Little's office.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on Constance, I'm not stupid. I know what you do in there with him! You shouldn't have left the door unlocked that time...it was written all over his face what was going on that day when I found you two."

I sat in near panic as she related that she saw us walking toward the office from down the hall, and later listened at the door before entering. "I think he was complimenting your, uh, oral talents!" said the woman. "The look on his face that day was priceless. It's a good thing I didn't walk around his desk to hand him the file, because I am sure it would have been a Kodak moment for sure!"

"So just be careful, Constance. You are a big girl. Do what you want, but be careful."

That became my mantra. 

Carrie and I got a good laugh over the instant messenger on that one.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 03



Early on I learned my boss was a very inquisitive guy - when it came to my sex life.

K. Linford Little liked to spend the time after we had fooled around cuddling and talking. We'd kiss and hug in the front seat of his car or walking down the street. Sometimes it was little love talk, or quiet ramblings about whatever came to mind. But about six months into our clandestine relationship he began asking questions about other relationships I had been involved in, how many guys I had notched in my lipstick case, and exactly how and when I had lost my virginity.

He'd asked these kind of basic questions since early on in our relationship, but about the six month mark he followed up with more detailed questions and was continually wanting more details. I secretly thought it turned him on knowing about my current or past boyfriends and what we had done and where. Almost like he was a voyeur into my love life.

There was one question that he never stopped asking - about my oral experience.

I guess it was because our special way of making love was orally. Oral sex, not intercourse, was our main way of getting closer to each other. Oh, there were times when our hands wandered until we brought our partner to nirvana, but the majority of times it was orally. I liked it like that for my reasons, he liked it for his. Bottom line is that we loved that form of lovemaking the best. 

Anyway, to make a long story short, we had spent a sunny spring afternoon wandering through a park about 20 miles from our homes, a place secluded enough that we had never come close to being recognized. Not that we didn't take precautions, like arriving in different vehicles, parking well apart, or walking hand in hand only when the coast was clear. In any case, we were sinful yet careful.

There, in a grove of pine trees, we sat on a blanket and made out until we moved into the sixty nine position and licked and lapped at each other. I love that sex act, it brings us so close, but I can't easily cum while concentrating of sucking a cock. So well into our session I moved off my boss's dick and relaxed with his head between my legs. He lapped at me, bringing me up, slowing me down, and then bringing me to the brink once again before I exploded on his face.

Still writhing, the man continued to lap at my pulsating sex as I had a second lesser orgasm then basked in his ministrations. 

Having enjoyed myself, I still wasn't totally satisfied, mainly because Mr. Little had performed so well but still hadn't totally enjoyed the fruits of his labors. I decided to change that, pushing him onto his back, kneeling beside him, then lowering my head and slipping my tongue all over his cock.

While the man was rock hard when we were working on each other's sex, his attention to my pussy had lowered his dick to half-mast. That wasn't a problem, though, because I loved the sensation of slipping his entire semi-hard dick into my mouth and working my lips and cheek muscles until it was bursting out of my mouth in a granite state.

"Oh, Constance, oh...that is so good," commended my insatiable boss. "You are such a spectacular cocksucker!"

I had heard that comment before from his lips, but each time he said it I glowed. It gave me such a wonderful feeling to be complimented for something I just enjoyed doing. It made me feel so hot deep inside knowing I turned the man on so that he lost track of what he was doing or saying.

On this day Mr. Little wasn't looking for a luxurious blow job. He was hot, excited and wanted to cum. I felt it as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, working my lips and cheeks in a milking mode. He put a hand behind my head and helped me understand the perfect timing of sucking his cock. I didn't have time to lick it all over once he got into this condition, so I just let him control the action. 

I felt his rigid dick shake in my mouth, then I swear I could feel a tightening near his balls and his manly cum begin it's travels up his cock. Whether I felt it or not wasn't the point, because what matters is that the man lost control and soon his cock-eye was spurting out hot sticky sauce into my mouth.

"Suck my dick Constance, don't stop now," said my boss, as if I had a choice with his hand glued to my head, pushing it down. The man must not have shot in a week because he exploded several thick wads of man juice into my willing mouth. Some escaped, hitting my cheek, but I kept sucking on his cock until his erection began to subside. 

He loves it when I continue to suck after his orgasm, as I slowly tighten my lips around his dick, keeping it hard and milking every last drop from his loins. On that day his manhood stayed in my mouth for several minutes before not even my mouth couldn't keep his dick hard. It popped out of my mouth and I looked up at my boss, a smile crossing my lips. 

Mr. Little stared at me as I stuck out my tongue and began fingering his excess sauce into my willing mouth. His jizz was a little salty, but satisfying. I smiled up at his as I swallowed down the rest of his orgasmic blast.

"Oh, Constance, you are so wonderful, so good. You are a great cocksucher! I am so lucky to have you," said the man with vigor. 

For the next few minutes we held each other tight, stroking each other's back, whispering sweetness into each other's ear. Our breath and heartbeats got back to normal as we cuddled. We picked up our things and made our way back to his car, slipping into the front seat.

That's when he began asking more in-depth questions.

"Constance, you are so very good at sucking cock, you have to tell me, when was the first time you did it, who taught you, how many guys have you sucked off?"

Nothing like getting to the point of my love-making background and resume. On one hand, I wasn't THAT experienced, but I had been with several guys before I met and began a relationship with my married boss. Some I had mentioned, some I hadn't, and never had I gone into detail. On that day I decided to come clean...at least to a point. 

He was just so very interested in the details, I decided to give in to his inquisition. 

I looked him in the eyes, kissed his cheek, they told him not to get jealous. 

"I was a senior in high school, it was right after my 18th birthday, and I hadn't dated a lot. Oh, I had been on a number of dates, but nothing special, and not as many as some of my friends. In any event my friend Amber Crawford asked me if I wanted to double date with her and her boyfriend, and I mentioned I didn't have a special guy. She asked if I wanted to be set up on a date...with a great guy."

Why not, I thought, and told my friend if she could make it happen, to do so.

That Friday night Amber and Biill came up to my door with a friend of theirs, Charlie. They picked a nice looking guy for my date, and I appreciated his bunch of flowers and non-ragity look. We went to Denny's for dinner and then to a movie before driving home. 

While Bill drove us to the dinner and movie, he asked Charlie to drive home. So I moved to the front seat and we all talked for a while on the return trip. At least for a while, because I finally realized after asking a couple questions that Bill and Amber had no inkling at all of what I was saying as they were making out with fervor.

The two were locked in a passionate embrace, and I quickly looked at the road in front of me...but not before noticing that Charlie was flipping glances through the rear view mirror at the couple in the back seat. I leaned over and whispered for him to keep his eyes on the road, which brought a smile to his face.

We listened to the radio for a but when I heard a gasp from the back seat. Without thinking, I looked back, only to be in for the shock of my life. The two in the back seat were no longer kissing. Bill was leaning back against the car door while Amber was bent over his mid-section. My eyes nearly popped out as I realized the girl was going down on her boyfriend's cock.

Now I couldn't see everything, but I could sure see what she was doing. The girl was bobbing her head on his boyfriend's cock, something I had read about but never imagined any good girl would do. It was dirty, disgusting, and, I have to admit, sensual. It wasn't long before I heard him gasp and shoot his load into my friend's willing mouth. I quickly looked ahead as Charlie slid his hand onto my thigh. I pushed him away, still in shock.

I wasn't sure what to do. On one hand I didn't want to look into the backseat, but on the other, I was fascinated about what I had observed. My friend being so wanton, giving her boyfriend a gift of what I thought only hookers and sluts did. Amber was neither in my mind, so I was confused about her actions. Heck, it wasn't but three weeks before when we were speaking that she let on that I wasn't the only virgin in the room, and here she was doing the disgusting duty in the back seat.

"That was a good movie, wasn't it," asked Amber, just minutes after sucking off her boyfriend..Her mouth was probably coated with cum, yet she sounded so, well, innocent. I couldn't help wondering how she could talk with that residue in her mouth. 

"Uh, yea, it was good."

We made small talk until we arrived at my house, and Charlie put his arm around me while walking me to my door. He gave me a little kiss, and said, "That was hot." At first I he meant the kiss, but then I realized he meant the backseat action. "We have to do that sometime!"

I pushed him away and went into the house without even saying good night. What a jerk.

That night I fantasized of his dick in my mouth, though, playing with myself while pretending I was giving head. I rationalized that if Anne, a sweet girl, could so such a thing, I may have been hasty in my thoughts. 

The next day I spoke with Amber on the phone, and couldn't help asking her about...well, her oral talents.

"You can't get knocked up that way, and Bill really wanted more from me," said the girl.

"More?"

Amber weaved a tailed about how she and Bill advanced from necking to handjobs, and how he constantly was begging for her to give in and have sex. "I don't want to get pregnant, and he is so loving and caring and, well, you know, you can't get preggie if he doesn't go there!"

"But isn't it yuckie?"

"Actually, it's not all that bad," said my friend with a laugh. "It takes a little getting used to, but I enjoy it now. And Bill, well, he's always begging for more. He's insatiable, I mean, I think he could do it twice a day if I let him! As it is I think hardly a days goes by where I'm not sucking on him."

"You're kidding!"

"Not in the least," said my friend. "It's kinda fun, knowing he desires me so much, so often."

We discussed her experiences with her boyfriend, and how she felt in control of their relationship due to her oral talents. "He'll do anything I ask, just so long as I put out."

Charlie called me several times hoping for another date. I didn't know if it was me he wanted to be with, or if I was just his ticket to being a voyeur to Amber and Bill's backseat adventure. We'd talk, and I led him on a bit without agreeing on a date until after his third call. I had wanted him to wonder if his pushy comments on our first date would mean their wouldn't be a second.

That Friday night Charlie stopped over my house and met my folks for a few minutes before Bill and Amber rapped on the front door. Like the week before, we had a quick dinner and movie before slipping out of the movie a couple minutes early. At first I wondered why the haste, but soon realized my friends wanted a little makeout session before heading home for my midnight curfew.

"Let's stop down by the lake for a few minutes," said Amber as we climbed into the Chevy. Nobody argued, although I was a little bit nervous about being in a secluded spot with Charlie. But with Amber and Bill in the car I knew I was safe.

Bill drove to Crum Creek and stopped alongside a pond, joking he wanted to "see the ducks". I knew what he wanted to see, and it wasn't ducks, as evidenced by his insistence that Charlie and I switch seats with he and Amber. We got into the front seat, they the back, and it wasn't long before we could hear the moans and groans coming from the rear. 

I snuggled against Charlie, my head on his shoulder. He held me close, then kissed my neck. "You are so pretty, Constance, and you feel so very good." 

The boy's hands crept toward my breasts, and I decided to take the liberty of playing a little on my own to keep his hands away from my body. I turned a little to get comfortable, then began stroking his thigh. I glanced to the rear and saw my friends passionately sucking face, and figured I'd take matters into my own hands. I reached toward his crotch and slowly began massaging his dick. 

"Oh, Constance, that feels so good," whispered my date as I began stroking his cock to hardness. I was amazed at how big his dick grew in his pants. It sort of throbbed against my hand as I rubbed and stroked it through his clothing. Charlie let out a little gasp and I knew he was getting hotter and hotter by the second. 

Looking again to the rear I notice Amber going down on Bill, but I knew I couldn't yet commit to such wantonness. I did, however, want to feel the cock in my hand, and reached up and unzipped my guy's fly. I lifted the elastic of his briefs, and out popped a rock hard cock. While it was dark, I could see Charlie's manhood throbbing just inches away.

Kissing his neck, I reached over and began slowly stroking his cock from top to bottom as I felt his mid-section begin to rock. "Don't stop that, Constance, it feels so wonderful. Keep it up...yes...just like that." His cock felt so hard, yet so soft, to my touch. I can't really describe it, other than it was smooth and pulsated to my touch.

Charlie started bucking his cock against my hot hand, and I knew he was soon going to explode. Feeling naughty, I looked into the back seat and watched Bill fondle Amber's head, insistently bucking into her mouth while I stroked my boyfriend to the tune of their coupling. Bill's head was back in the seat, as was Charlie's and it wasn't long before I heard Bill groan and Amber nearly choking on his ejaculation. Charlie was right behind, bouncing up and down before letting out a groan and start his orgasm. "Oh yea baby, keep going, oh yea," said my guy. "What a handjob, oh yes!"

His dick exploded its sticky stuff high into the air in several spurts, and I felt the stuff cascade down my hands as his orgasm continued. He continued to moan as I pumped his dick. With my free hand I reached into my pocket for a kleenex to clean up the sticky mess, but didn't let go of his dick until his cock shrunk. 

Charlie kissed me deeply as I held his flacid cock, still sticky from its eruption. In the back seat Amber whispered we had better get going, and soon we were on our way home.

As I finished the story I innocently brushed my hand against Mr. Little's crotch, noticing a tenting situation. "Oh, you liked that?" I quizzed. 

"On Constance, you bad girl!" said my boss. "Now you are going to get punished."

He looked around the parking lot, which was empty save for a lone car at the far end of our field of vision. 

Mr. Little unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, motioning for me to go down on it. I climbed back onto the car seat and lowered my head against the lip, licking and laving it while my boss fondled my ass. He lifted my skirt, lowered my panties, and proceeded to gingerly swat my bottom while pushing up his dick against my face. I grabbed the base of his dick and once again began sucking his cock. This time it was a slower pace, as my hand and mouth moved in tandem.

"You jerked him off like you are jerking me off now?" asked the man. I removed my head from his cock, saying, "Yes, but I didn't suck him...at least not that night." 

"Oh, Constance, you bad girl you. You treat me so well."

I loved sucking on my bosses' dick. I never get tired of it. I guess Amber was right, it's a talent that is very special. And I felt special sucking him off. 

Mr. Little stopped his spanking and slipped up my panties, then slipped his hand inside them and fondled my ass as I sucked his cock. He was getting hotter by the minute, a fact noticed by me, and I picked up the pace of my hand jerking him while my tired lips sort of worked the end of his knob. 

I moaned out I wanted him to cum, and then tightened my moist lips on his cock tip, milking the mushroom head with all I had while my hand stroked the base of his dick. Soon I caught my second load of the afternoon, as Mr. Little let go of his second orgasm.

"Oh Constance, yes, that's so good," said the man. "Suck my dick...don't stop...oh yes!"

I continued my milking as he gave me every bit he had, and I smiled at him as I swallowed his load. I moved up and put my head on his shoulder, noticing a couple walking to the other car in the lot. I couldn't help wondering whether they had seen anything, but since they weren't pointing or running or anything figured everything was fine. 

Mr. Little zipped up his manhood and we kissed a bit before I had to leave. But not before promising to finish my story about Charlie and any other lover who came to mind. 

That night my horny afternoon made me even more frisky at home.

I think my boyfriend - if he only knew and didn't go ballistic - should send Mr. Little a thank you note for warming me up and sending me on my way, because he got some excellent benefits that evening.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 04



NOTE: There's something about writing for Literotica which brings out things of my life of which I'd never talk face to face with another human being. I mean my mom knew vaguely about my affair with my former boss, Mr. Little. My girlfriend and I spoke about some of our sexual desires and those of our partners. But my stories can be more graphic and reveal more details than any embarrassing conversation with friends or family. 

It's also a turn-on for me to see my stories on-line and receive feedback. One recent reader and I exchanged correspondence and he inquired whether I had ever give head to my lover while driving. I hadn't, but it immediately got my juices flowing. 

As mentioned in some of my other stories, I enjoy "light" exhibitionism. It's something about the potential of being "caught" in the act. Not being caught, because I really don't want to be...I just love the idea of being safely observed.

I believe Mr. Little has that same streak. Heck, he loves getting blown in the car, along paths by the local train track, and so forth. So I made a plan...

* * * * *

Fall Saturday's generally mean a little bit of work around the apartment and then rest and relaxation of some type while my boyfriend plays golf with his friends. I like the solitude, he likes smacking the little white ball around, and generally we go out to dinner in the evening.

Like a lot of married couples, Saturday night means a little bit of lovemaking as well. Sure, it's repetitious, and no, we haven't talked recently about getting married, but in some ways that's what makes it a comfortable relationship.

One particular Saturday was different. My cell phone rang at 10 a.m. while I was cleaning the bedroom.

"Good morning, Constance, I just had to call. Is the coast clear?"

It was K. Linford Little, my former boss and current lover. I had worked for the man, seduced him, been used when he made false claims about leaving his wife for me, and dumped him all in a three-year span. But fate — or the hot sex — brought us back together and since then we had fooled around on my terms. I knew we weren't in a lifelong, loving relationship, but the sex was great and I have to admit it was hot knowing I had him wrapped around my finger. The gifts aren't a bad perk either.

"Hi, is something wrong?" I queried. 

"No Constance, it's just she decided to head to Cape May with some friends and I was wondering if we could get together. I'm still hot from the other night."

Mr. Little was referring to our "meeting" behind Chi Chi's Thursday after work, and the she he mentioned was his wife. We arrived at 5:30 p.m. and left at 6, but those 30 minutes contained an "unbelievable" (his words) blow job. The fact that we were nearly caught by a couple cars who had made a wrong turn didn't hurt!

"Can we get together," he begged. "I miss you."

He mentioned he had to drive to Vineland to pick up a package at Wal-Mart, and that it was a good day for a drive. I figured why not, and told him I'd meet him in an hour at the Point Diner.

I quickly showered then slipped into some plain underwear (boring I know, but comfortable), a tee top and short kahki's and sneaks. Hey, I wasn't dressing to kill, but to be casual. It made it easier all around, because if I returned home after my boyfriend, I wouldn't have to explain anything. Besides, not every girl is drop dead gorgeous 24/7.

Mr. Little and I met for coffee and shared a sweet roll then hopped into his car for the 45 minute ride. He took some back roads, which travered pinelands and some pretty lakes as we spoke about our Fridays and some of the dumb things which happened. We both admitted it would be better to be independently wealthy, doing what we wanted, rather than having to work, but until we hit the lottery...

I knew Mr. Little had an idea that he'd get lucky that day with me — it had been a long time since he hadn't — but I decided to take things into my own hand so to speak. I glanced back and forth along the road, saw no cars, then began stroking his cock through his Dockers. 

Needless to say he hardened, and I saw a smile creep along his lips.

"You are so bad, Constance, but I love it."

Uh huh, got it. As if...

Zzzziippp was the sound of his zipper being undone. I held his underpants away from his belly and reached inside, pulling out his hard cock.

"I think it needs some air, it was getting very tight in your pants."

Hearing no argument, I began slowly stroking his manhood. 

"Hold on a second, I'm going to pull into the next sandy road," said Mr. Little. "I can't wait for you to wrap your lips on my dick."

"Why wait?" I demanded. "I can't wait. I want your cock in my mouth now. Don't stop, just drive carefully. I will be busy for a while."

"You mean...." he stopped mid-sentence before asking, "you will do it while I'm driving?"

"Well I don't think Triple-A will approve, but as long as you don't crash your insurance company won't mind!" I joked, continuing to stroke his dick, which was pulsing as it became fully extended out of his pants.

I slipped my knees onto the passenger side, looked both ways, then took my favorite plunge lowering my head down to his side of the auto. It was tight quarters, and Mr. Little adjusted his seat a bit to give me a little more room. His left hand was on the steering wheel but his right was on the back rest, offering me access to his midsection. I put my right hand down onto the floor for balance, resting my left wrist on his thigh. From this position I lowered my head toward his cock.

The now-hard dick stood proudly, and I swore it jumped a bit as it felt my breath. I believe Mr. Little was a bit in shock because for once he wasn't saying much of anything. I glanced up and saw him intently watching the road ahead of him, but his butt was sort of slightly moving in anticipation of my assault. 

When I began licking the tip of his dick I heard slight groans from above, and when I ovaled my mouth and began sucking his cock into my mouth the man moaned a quiet "Oh Yea!". The car slowed and sped up, probably either near another car or maybe a stop light, but it didn't stop. Mr. Little must have been timing his drive to evade stopping and getting caught in the act. 

My head bobbed up and down on his rock-hard spike, and I could tell the man loved my mouth action. That, though posed a dilemma for me...I wasn't as turned on as I thought. I mean, I loved sucking his dick, but the thrill of being a bit of an exhibitionist was a bit lame when I had no idea what was going on. 

"This isn't working," I said, lifting my head from his cock. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, don't stop," said my former boss. "Suck it.!"

I disobeyed his order, sliding back onto my side of the car. Mr. Little muttered something about me being a cockteaser, but the fact was the fact...it just wasn't doing it for me.

Mr. Little pouted a little as he stopped at a red light. We both looked around and spotted a couple cars. A bicycle stopped beside us. "Wouldn't it have been something if they were near us a couple minutes ago?" I joked. 

"Yea, but they'd be on the phone to the cops!" said the man, still a bit out of breath. "But it was so very hot. Why did you stop?"

"It was hot, you know I love sucking you, but it just wasn't the turn-on I had thought. I couldn't tell what was going on, or if anyone way driving past. I don't know, it just wasn't as hot as I thought it would be."

"Oh, it was hot, Constance, believe me, it was hot."

I guess it was, but for him, not me. We drove along a bit, quietly, before Mr. Little came up with the solution to my problem.

"I got it," he said, turning off the radio. "How about if I tell you what is going on while you are sucking me? Think that might help?"

That's why Mr. Little is the boss, he is always coming up with outstanding ideas! Give the man a cigar...heck, give him a blow job for that one!

"Let's try it," I said with a laugh..."now, where were we?"

"Let me see," said the older man. "I think you wanted to get better acquainted with my cock."

Indeed I did. I think his cock is beautiful, powerful and I knew it well. It wasn't as hard as it had been minutes before, but that was understandable. I scooted over next to him and reached my hand between his legs. Gently stroking his cock, I told the man how much his dick made me quiver. How I enjoyed touching it, stroking it, loving it. When I told him I loved sucking it the dick sprung to attention.

Again I looked around, and, seeing no cars in the immediate area I re-positioned myself on the car seat. I knelt, bent over, secured my arms in the appropriate position and again lowered my head.

This time I began kissing the length of his cock, planting wet ones along the shaft of the dick. Then I slithered my tongue down to the base and then slowly up the side to the tip. The cock bounced a couple times against my mouth and face as, without my hand to guide it, my mouth was on its own. 

He told me we were slowing for the light at Route 50, a larger two-lane highway which would begin the next 15 miles of our trip to Vineland. He prepared me to slip up if he had to stop, because we'd surely get caught in the act at the light. As luck would have it, he slowed enough for the light to turn green and he continued the trek without stopping. 

I continued to lick the dick as we drove along the tree-lined highway. From experience I knew there weren't a lot of houses along the route, but there were some. The speed limit was 50, and I reminded Mr. Little not to break any laws to provoke any interest from a speed trap.

"There's a car coming, a red one, of yea, that feels great," mumbled the man from above as I was reminded what was going on. I heard the car approaching and driving past. "It was a woman, I don't think she saw anything."

Still, the knowledge that she could have seen something...my head bobbing, my butt in the air, whatever, sent sexual sparks to my lions. . This was much, much better. 

Mr. Little must have been enjoying his play-by-play description, because he was really getting into not only the blow job but the analysis of what was happening along the roadway. 

"We passed a parked car on the side of the road, and way behind us is a car. Oh, Constance, your mouth feels so damned good, you are such a great cocksucker. Keep it up, yea, like that."

Slowly I continued with the mouth action, his dick securely locked in my mouth. Too secure, as a bump in the road impaled me on the man's dick, causing me to gag. But soon it was back to normal and I was sucking my man's cock. 

"Constance, you are the best, I love the way you take care of me," complimented the horny man. "There's a string of cars coming, no wait, there's a couple mini-vans in the line. There must be six or seven vehicles. Keep sucking me!"

I heard a car whiz past, then another and another.

"Ohmygod they saw us, that mini-van. There was a couple — a man and a woman — in the front seat. I saw their brake lights in the rear view mirror. They had to have seen you sucking me. I believe you shocked them. Oh yea, that's hot."

It sure was. I was getting hotter by the second. The fact that it was possible that we had been observed — heck, I had been observed — going down on my former boss at 50 miles-and-hour was a complete turn on. Holding myself up with my right hand I slipped my left hand down and unbuckled my khaki shorts. Slipping down the zipper, I made room for my fingers to slip and slid against my moist pussy...a fact not lost by my former boss. 

"Oh yea, Constance, play with your pussy. Right in the car while sucking my dick."

I felt Mr. Little's hand slip down my backside, under my loosened shorts and into my panties. He caressed my ass as he drove along the highway, all the while commenting on the types of vehicles which drove past us. I slowly sucked his cock and reveled in the act. It was so very hot and exciting for me. 

"There's a red pick-up truck coming up behind, he's really moving," said the excited man who just loved having his cock sucked.. "He's going to pass, but don't stop. Keep sucking me off. Oh yea, he's alongside us. There's a woman in the passenger seat and she...she can see you."

In a fleeting second I looked up into the eyes of a matronly woman who had shock written all over her face. She snapped her head forward and I returned to the job at hand. Blow job, that is. 

"That was awesome, Constance, she saw you sucking my dick. I can't believe you looked up at her. At least if you kept your head down it might have looked as if you were merely laying in my lap."

I heard the words but I knew they were lame. If Mr. Little was half as turned on as I was at the scene then he must be ready to blast because I was hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of Galium pussy tingled, my legs shook, and although my one arm and my mouth for that matter was aching it was a sensuous, exciting scene. Playing with my cunt I savored Mr. Little's hand on my ass while I sucked his dick. In a second, though, I was brought back to the here and now. 

"Here comes a truck!" excitedly spat the man. "It's one of those 18-wheelers." 

I felt the car slow a bit as he took his foot off the accelerator. Then he pushed down again, but I knew we weren't going as fast as we had. He pulled my shorts and panties down my ass, and I felt the air breathe against my bare backside. 

"It's getting closer, a couple hundred yards! If he looks he's going to see. His cab is much higher than us."

Oh, if he looked he WOULD see us, because I lifted my butt a little higher in the seat and situated my head to the top of his cock, holding only the tip in my mouth. Mr. Little could take no more, and I felt the orgasm coming. His cock shivered, pulsed and finally explode into my wet and willing mouth. First one, then two and three spurts erupted as I did my best to swallow all of his sticky sauce. 

Whoosh, the truck went past. Honk, sounded the horn from the vehicle. Yes, the trucker caught me in the act of blowing my former boss!

"Constance he saw us, he saw us," said my panting lover. "Oh yea, that was so hot! The guy was looking right down at you. I could swear he could tell exactly what you were doing."

I swallowed the remaining residue, then cleaned my ex-bosses cock of the tell tale remains of his orgasm. It had been quite the exciting feat, sucking him off and getting — sort of — caught in the act!

I slipped back onto the comfortable passenger side seat and pulled up my panties and shorts, buttoning up and then kissed Mr. Little on the cheek before reapplying my lipstick. 

Minutes later another large truck approached, as we could tell he had slowed down. The driver was observing us with interest and Mr. Little figured out why. "The other trucker probably broadcast our little escapade on the CB radio. We're famous!"

By the time we reached the intersection of Route 55 we were laughing and I was blowing kisses at every truck which drove past, wondering if they knew what the other trucker knew...that I was indeed a wicked, wanton cocksucker.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 05



(A continuation of my experiences with a former boss, as requested by Bill, Jeremy and Jackie).

It was one of those whirlwind days, the kind of day where the phone doesn't stop ringing, my boss won't stop nitpicking and my co-workers disappear and leave me to be wonder woman.

Just a normal day.

Jack O'Connor was a barrel-chested Irishman who had a hearty appetite and room-filling laugh. Sometimes he combined the two --- a disgusting sight. Still, he was a pretty good boss. He was strict when it came to work hours, answering the telephone by the third ring and taking no more than 60 minutes for lunch.

Still on this day Mr. O'Connor got up on the wrong side of the bed and was nagging more than normal about this or that. I think his boss was ragging him and he merely was passing on some of that dissatisfaction about this or that to lowly me. Oh well, the life of an administrative assistant isn't supposed to be easy!

In any event, it was a pleasant surprise when the telephone rang and it wasn't Mr. O'Connor, his boss, or an irate customer on the line. Rather, it was K. Linford Little, my former boss and current lover. As bosses go, these two were complete opposites. Mr. O’Connor was a bit of a nudge, while Mr. Little was laid back, flirtatious and handsome. 

I mentioned in prior stories, Mr. Little and I had a hot and heavy affair while I worked for him. I was young and impressionable, he was older, more mature, and handsome. Like many of my previous boyfriends, he had an insatiable appetite for sex, but he just didn't do it, he savored the act. 

At the time I fantasized about him leaving his wife for me, that we'd get married and live happy after. The curse of an office romance with a married guy sunk in after a while, and my eyes were opened. Slowly, but opened. It took a while but I finally realized the man was using me for his personal sex toy and nothing more. 

Promises of marriage and suburbia and rug rats and such with him turned out to be feint hope and not reality. After coming to that realization I cried a lot, cursed, thought of wrecking his home with the revelation of our affair to his unsuspecting wife but ultimately thought better of it. Instead, I not only discontinued by relationship with the man but also left my job too. 

I went on with my life, I was strong and attempted to put the past in the past. Many of my friends had no idea of what I was going through, because, after all, how do you tell those who would only point fingers and cut me off for my attempt at home-wrecking the truth. I made up some story about this or that, and soon they just figured I needed to get laid. What followed was an endless procession of guys. "You will love him," "He's perfect for you," or "It's not a date, just dinner with friends." Right. 

Months went by and I did eventually find a nice guy who loved me, adored me actually, and ultimately we moved in together. It was a good coupling, we had many similar interests and loved being with each other. 

Still, I realized early on something was missing. Maybe the fire, maybe the excitement, who knows? In any event, maybe it wasn't the hope of marriage that had sparked my affair with Mr. Little, but maybe just the naughtiness of it all? I really found myself missing the man who had done nothing but take advantage of my love for him. 

So I, on my own free will, rekindled the relationship with Mr. Little while having the full understanding of what it was all about --- sex. Yes, I admit it, I missed the thunder and lightening and danger. I missed the clandestine meetings, the quick and dirty rendezvous. The dark corners of shopping mall lots, the front seat of a car in a parking garage, the trips to make out lanes where we were probably the oldest couple parking.

I missed being bad.

And although I kept my secure relationship with my nice, normal, Financial Analyst boyfriend, I rekindled my clandestine relationship with Mr. Little. Somehow, I managed to keep the double life away from prying eyes.

“Constance?" came the sound of my former boss as I answered the telephone, snapping me away from my daydream and back to reality.

"Oh hi Mr. Little, how are you today?” After all this time, after all of what we had done together, I still addressed him by his last name just as I had when he was my boss. 

"A lot better now! I was hoping to catch you before you slipped out of there to go to lunch."

"You did, I'm still slaving away," I said with a laugh. "You were a much nicer boss than Mr. O’Connor! I was able to goof off and take advantage of you! Now, what are you up to today?"

"Not much, but I'm in the area and wondered if you wanted to get together for a little bit, I’ll buy lunch." 

I knew my former boss, and lunch was the least of his desires. He wanted to get together for a little hide the salami and he knew precisely where he wanted to do his magician act...in and out of my hot, willing mouth. Yes, the man was seriously and constantly desirous of my oral talents.

"Lunch, or something else?" I jokingly asked.

"Okay, you caught me, honey," said my former boss. "I want you."

It had been a couple weeks since we had managed to get together, so the act of meeting at lunchtime was definitely appealing to me. Smiling, I leaned back in my chair and seductively whispered: "I'm hungry for something, not lunch though."

At first I thought he was groaning, but think it was merely some sound of excitement sliding out of his vocal chords. 

"I'll met you at the mall at the usual place at 12:15." 

I glanced at my watch. "I can work that out. See you then."

Taking care of phone coverage and the like, I slipped into the ladies room to make myself pleasingly adorable for Mr. Little. Pantyhose off, black sheer thigh high stockings on, I added some like makeup and brushed my teeth. My knee-length black skirt accentuated my shapely legs, and the plain white blouse gave an almost schoolgirl-like look to my 28-year-old body.

Minutes later I sped over to the mall and drove to the back parking lot, a four level building which had a slot in the back of the lowest floor where hardly no cars went past. It had a wall to the left and Mr. Little would park there, and I would pull in beside him. It wasn't a hotel room, it wasn't private, but it did offer some privacy from prying eyes and we could generally hear approaching automobiles. 

I slipped my red Civic Coupe into the spot next to my former boss's vehicle and transferred to his Element, laughing that I was hitchhiking and needed a ride. He was happy to pick me up! 

I leaned over and kissed him while his arm draped my shoulder. We locked lips for several minutes before coming up for air. "Now that's the way I like to be greeted," laughed Mr. Little. "How have you been honey?”

"Great now," I said with a smile, admiring his handsome face. "It's good to see you."

We made small talk for several minutes, catching up on this and that. All the while he was stroking my stocking encased thigh, spending most of his time at the juncture of lacey top and flesh. His touch felt wonderful, and I was tickled that he'd sneak a glance down when he thought I wasn't looking. As if I didn't know what he was doing!

Then it was back to kissing. The man can kiss. It's a special talent of his. Lots of guys, especially once they get to "know" you, skimp on the kissing and foreplay and muscle right into the "action". But not Mr. Little. He not only was a good kisser, but he enjoyed kissing me. I loved him for it, and it made me want to satisfy him for being so nice and loving to me.

On this day, though, our lip-lock was quickly ended when Mr. Little broke our embrace and muttered "Oh shit!" 

At first I didn't know what was up --- other than the tent in his trousers --- but then I heard the words behind me.

"Sir, don't do that here!" came the forceful deep male voice. I turned, and looked straight into the eyes of a mall rent-a-cop. "How about moving along…now!” The man turned, and spoke something into his walkie-talkie as Mr. Little and I trembled. 

Had someone caught our act and complained? Hardly possible, because we hadn't been there that long. Or maybe we were complained about in a prior visit and made some kind of mall watch list. Three weeks ago there was the middle aged woman, tugging two kids along, who Mr. Little somehow didn't see approaching her car (he was, you see, supposed to be lookout while I was busy between his legs). She apparently spied what was happening while putting one of the little ones in his car seat, and let out a shriek. Maybe she had tattle-tailed on us? Probably was jealous.

Whatever, Mr. Little started his wagon and we backed out of our "spot" leaving my car behind. "I'll drop you off later," said my former boss, glancing at the rent-a-cop who stood 20 yards or so away, watching our progress. "That way he won't know it was your car parked there." Sounded like a plan, a lame one, but a plan.

He drove up the ramp and out of the garage, muttering about that being a close call. Close call? Yup, but it would have been worse in a couple minutes when I most likely would have be humming sweet mouth music on my favorite flute. But still a little too close for comfort. 

I suspect getting caught in the act is a little bit of what we love about doing it in the car or outdoors. On one hand, we really don't want to get caught, or peeped on, but by the same token each of us loves the idea that it might happen. It sort of adds fantasy to an already fantasy filled relationship. 

We drove around the mall circle and Mr. Little asked if I wanted something to eat. I think he meant at the food court, but I had other ideas. "Honey, I do...I want some of you."

He smiled, called me a devil, and then set out to find a new playing ground. If our favorite trysting sanctuary wasn't available, how about another? He drove around the mall to the other side, near one of those massive department stores. This was another four-story garage, and it looked packed and didn’t have a secluded place on the bottom floor like our favorite nesting place. 

"Let's try upstairs," he said, hopefully, as we entered and researched the bottom floor. The next level wasn't much better, nor the next, but when we went up the next ramp to open air we both saw the secluded spot we desired. 

Apparently a local car dealer used this floor to park excess vehicles, because a dozen or so Chevy’s were lined up along one wall while several others were along the side wall next to it. That is, except for one open spot where the two lines of cars met. 

Our place. Our new place!

Mr. Little pulled into the slot and we both looked around. Ahead, over the wall, we could see several trucks parked maybe 50 yards away and three stories down. A hundred yards to the right was an apartment building, but trees gave us some privacy from that view. To our left were the dealer's cars, and up the ramp no cars were parked. That was a good thing, because from that vantage point they would be offered an excellent view of Mr. Little's front seat. 

"Honey, I love you," said Mr. Little, once satisfied the coast was clear. "You constantly excite me."

I nodded my head, knowing full well he lusted for me and that love was merely a word he said to comfort me...or so he thought. Still, it was nice to hear the compliments, they were music to my ears. Smiling at him, I kissed his cheek while reaching down to his trousers. Rubbing his manhood through the wool slacks, I kissed my lover, starting slowly then moving with him to a more passionate mingling. The making out had the desirous effect, as soon Mr. Little was writhing and moaning as we fondled each other's horny bodies. 

"Oh Constance, do me, suck me," he begged.

"I thought you'd never ask," I replied. 

So, okay, it wasn't worthy of a Shakespeare, but the words were from the heart. 

Glancing around, it seemed as if the coast was clear. I unzipped his pants, slipped his dick out of the opening in his boxers, and marveled of his length and how it was able to become rock hard with just seconds of my touch. Reminding him to keep an eye out for guards, police, and mothers with kids in tow or any passersby, I slowed the stroking of his dick and maneuvered over it.

His, and my, favorite position for a blowjob was me kneeling on the front passenger seat and leaning over so that my head had excellent access to his mid-section. I would use one arm to brace myself, then sort of lean against the steering wheel with my shoulder. That allowed my free hand to stroke his cock or rub his thighs while I mouthed his throbbing manhood. For his part this position offered Mr. Little excellent access to my ass.

He loved playing with my backside while I was paying attention to his front. He’d toy with my panties, dipping his hand inside, playing with the crack. Sometimes he’d reach all the way around to the front and play with my pussy. 

I could feel his breathing increase above me as I lowered my head and began licking the tip of his cock. It sort of pulsed as I approached, and I could swear it popped around a bit as I licked it. I held it steady with my hand and I cooed about how I had missed it and how much I wanted to suck it.

"Oh, suck it Constance. Suck my cock!" commanded Mr. Little, his voice shaking but emphatic. "Please suck it."

So I did. I opened my mouth, not a lot, but enough to kiss the tip. Slowly I lowered my lips around his dick, first one, then two, then three inches or so. Then I tantalizingly pulled my head and lips back to the tip. I repeated the process several times before taking more of the man into my wet mouth, a move that brought a grunt from the man. Was he in pain? No, I don't think so. I think it was more like, well, ecstasy. 

I heard a car drive past as I was sucking, then another. I lifted off his cock. "Are you watching out for us? I asked my former boss. 

"Yes, damn it, get it back in your mouth!" grunted my former boss.

Oops, me thinks he didn't like me leaving my job half done. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I again worked the pulsing tip while gently stroking the base of his hardness with my small but active hand. His shank was at full extension, hard as a rock, and it tasted wonderful. Not manly, like it normally did. But fresh, as I detected the scent of baby powder. He probably came here right from a morning workout at the health club at work. I don't know which was better, squeaky clean or a slight manly smell, but in any event his dick was enjoying my loving assault.

Mr. Little used one hand to stroke my hair, running his fingers through the long mane while bucking his midsection in a steady rhythm. His other arm was draped over my back, with his hand somehow stroking my ass. How he got my skirt up and hand into my blue satin panties I'll never know...I hadn't felt a thing. But now the duel stroking was comforting and exciting. It was a magic moment, we were moving together and satisfying a primal urge. 

I was just getting deeply into the blowjob when once again I was startled back to reality, again by Mr. Little nervous voice. 

"Shit, get up Constance," said the man, almost lifting me away from his cock. He actually pushed me away, because his right hand was buried under my skirt and panties and playing with my butt. 

"What is it?"

"Up there," he said, nodding his head toward the department store. I looked and where once was no car was now a BMW, and there was a man in the front seat with a bird's eye view of our sleazy action. I couldn't get a good look at him, but there clearly was a man in the front seat, and while it appeared he wasn't looking at us I did notice that from time to time he glanced down, saw my look, and quickly turned his head away. Yes, we were again caught in the act. 

"How long has he been there?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"No idea. He must have driven past and thought he saw something. I just happened to look that way at catch sight of his car. I didn't even see him at first, but shit, he's been watching for a while. I don't think he's a cop, but I don't know. It's weird." 

Both of our minds ran through the people we knew with Beemers, but none looked like that one. And he wasn't snapping photos or anything, a subject Mr. Little constantly worried about. While we were extra careful and he didn't think his wife was the least bit suspicious, he didn't want to get caught.

Safety first, we once again we backed out and drove out of the lot. 

"Honey, I have to get back to work," I apologetically said. "Mr. O’Connor will shoot me if I am late again."

“Okay...but we still have a few minutes, don't we."

"Of course, but...where?" Mr. Little was desperate, and I truly wanted to finish my job. It could wait, of course, but...

I don't think he knew where to go. There were no more garages, and the lots around the major stores were like thoroughfares. We drove along the outskirts of the mall and back toward my car when he spied a near empty lot near the far end of the mall. A truck and a couple cars were parked, but nobody was in the back three rows. We saw a large fence to the rear, bordering the interstate, and to the right was a bridge that went over the busy route. Blocking the view from the mall's other lots were several evergreen trees, so, while it was an open area it was not exactly in the middle of things. 

"Honey, let's get comfortable in the back," said my boss. “Nobody will see us below the windows.”

"Okay, but only a couple minutes."

"It's only going to take me a minute, honey, so if it's okay..."

Normally the request to get in the back meant he wanted to go down on me, something I loved, but given the time problem wasn't at the top of my list. We slipped into the back of his Element, me laying back on the fully reclined back seat. Instead of hunkering down with each leg astride my face (he loved face-fucking when he wanted to get off fast), instead he scooted down and mounted my head from behind. He then lowered his head into my crotch, lifting my skirt and slipped down my panties while gently maneuvering us into a haphazard sixty-nine action. 

I savored his tongue on my slit but forced myself to concentrate on his needy cock. I urgently jerked it into my mouth, stroking it as I licked the tip and then slowly sucked it. We may have been interrupted a couple times but he didn't miss a beat, moving his hips in tune to the movement of my sucking mouth. 

Reaching around, I planted my left hand on his bucking ass, guiding his stroke. After a bit I merely kept my head still as he fucked my face, but by slopping my work I could enjoy the licking of his tongue on my pussy. Damn, if we only had more time. I knew I had to speed things up, so I slipped my finger up and down his ass crack before slipping it against his anus.

Like lightning, his body began firing into my mouth. He shook, and his dick pulsed. I heard him grunt and moan and opened my eyes to watch his cock fuck my mouth. He was pounding me, and I heard him mutter he was going to cum.

That's when I heard the girlish laugh and shriek-like "Oh my god, look at them."

I looked up, out of the window, and right above me were three girls, most likely 18 or 19, staring down in disbelief. Mr. Little was beyond hope, however, and although I tried to push him away he only took it as desire, and he pushed right back, his cock impaled in my mouth. I couldn't say anything if I wanted to, and I suspect my grunts of warning was thought of as moans. His pulsing cock slowed for a stroke or two then blasted forth its sticky seed. It shot several spurts into my mouth before slipping out of my hungry mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and took the rest of his eruption onto my face while my eyes bugged out at the staring eyes of disbelief from the voyeurs above.

It might not have been the best vantage point, but they clearly could see everything that was going on in the vehicle. I was embarrassed to no end, and finally swatted Mr. Little's ass a couple times to get his attention. 




Doin' the Boss Ch. 05



"Get off, we're being watched!" I cried out. Like a Looney Tune cartoon, Mr. Little jumped away from me and pulled up his pants while slipping toward then into the driver's seat. I explained where the girls were, and he started the car and pulled quickly away, leaving me in the rear with a mouth and face full of cum. 

"Did they see anything?" he asked.

"Every stroke I think," I replied, rubbing his seed into my face, a sort of sticky moisturizing cream.

"Shit."

As we pulled out of the lot we had a view back at the bridge, and there were the girls, pointing and laughing. Probably joking about the geezers getting it on or something. 

Mr. Little was shaking like a flag in a windstorm, and I attempted to calm him down. "It's okay, honey. I don't think they were pissed off. If anything, I think they were a little intrigued. Or maybe disgusted that we were doing it in the lot. But I think they were just marveling about how dangerous it was!"

"I hope so. Shit, that could have been my daughter! She takes classes at the junior college up the street, but not today thank god."

He pulled back into the lot and parked on the floor above where I left my car. "Can you walk down, honey, they might be watching and I don't want to cause any suspicion."

"Sure honey," I replied. I grabbed my stuff, leaned over and kissed him, then started out of the car only to stop.

"Honey," I cooed, sliding back over toward him. I took his hand and put it up my skirt, slipping a finger against my wet and wanting pussy. "Next time it's my turn to provide lunch."

Mr. Little smiled and promised he'd love that. Then he kissed me, licking my cheek and removing some of the sticky residue. 

I had to smile. Yes, we were caught, but we escaped! 

Who says perseverance doesn't pay off?



Doin' the Boss Ch. 06



(For Rich, Davis and Marty, who always encourage me to tell all). 

If K. Linford Little was anything, it was a creature of habit. He liked eating ham and eggs weekends at diners, listening to soft rock and cheering his beloved hockey team. 

He loved his family, his work and his weekly golf game at the club. 

Oh, and he liked me. Yes, he loved his family, and said he loved his wife, and he still found time to sneak around with me. 

My name is Robyn, and I used to work for the man who by nearly all standards is a pillar of the community. He is a Boy Scout leader, coaches Little League, attends Chamber meetings and takes his wife to the Opera...willingly. Oh, and the man many years my senior absolutely loves to have his dick sucked. 

That's where I come in. Years ago Mr. Little was my boss and we had a thing. I broke it off when I realized he was using me for my, uh, special talents, while I had thought he would ultimately leave his wife and we'd live happily together. It wasn't to be. 

Once apart, I moved on. I continued the single life, complete with some highs and lows before shacking up with a nice guy my age. That relationship was, and is a nice, comfortable one. It is safe, secure and in nearly all ways the kind of relationship any girl would love to be in...except that something was missing for me.

It wasn't attention, because my boyfriend adored me. He'd leave me love notes, send me flowers at work, do all the kind of things a girl loves. It wasn't the sex, because truthfully, it was (and is) superb. He's loving, caring, and I can honestly say that on most occasions I fell asleep after writhing through orgasmic bliss. 

Still, something was missing. Looking back, it had to be the covert, living on the edge danger that fooling around with Mr. Little did for me.

As mentioned in an earlier story, after we got back together Mr. Little and I regularly met for fun and games, and at his insistence the majority of our rendezvous were in or near his car. The man was a car sex freak, no doubt about it. Oh, sure, we'd sometime rent a room and get it on behind closed doors, but his, and my to some extent, passions were white hot when we were in a semi-public locale. 

It had to be the danger, the threat of being caught. The possibility that someone might spy on us, observing our illicit behavior. Over the years several had, some my accident, but more recently, by design. Our recent in-car naughtiness included me blowing the graying mane man while he was driving down a local interstate highway. He'd ensure my ass was bare and available for observation by truck drivers as I worked on his dick. All the while he'd give me a play-by-play, blow-by-blow, description of the action. 

Our most recent get-together illustrated once again how he liked to push the envelope. Not enough to get caught, but surely enough to get to the edge of having someone catch us in the act. 

My boyfriend was playing golf when Mr. Little called on my cell phone. 

"Hi Robyn, can you talk?"

I assured him I could, and that it was great to hear from him. He was at the local Hilton, attending a financial briefing with his wife. During a break she went to the ladies room while he slipped upstairs to a phone bank and gave me a call. 

"I was hoping we could get together Monday for lunch," said Mr. Little, lunch being our code word for food and a quickie.

Unfortunately my Monday was jam-packed, as was Tuesday and Wednesday due to a number of executives being at my office. During their conference I oversaw the "command center", taking messages, making copies, doing whatever it took to keep things moving along. 

Mr. Little was more than a small bit disappointed. "Robyn, I miss you."

"I miss you too! But I do have to work. And the boss wants me there."

We spoke for a minute when Mr. Little offered a suggestion. "We're going to be here all day. Want to have some fun?"

"What are you thinking? Isn't your wife there?"

"Uh huh, but I have an idea...can you be here at 2:30? Maybe in a nice skirt and tee top? You know the one."

"Well...."

"Come on Robyn, it will be fun!"

I thought for a minute before offering that it was his ass on the line, not mine. I can't be positive, but something tells me if his wife finds me cavorting with him it wouldn't be a good thing. 

"Great, walk through the lobby and sit along the back side of the room, near the elevators. We're in a conference room downstairs so she won't be near you. At our break I will excuse myself and say I have to respond to a couple e-mails. I'll come through the lobby and go to the fifth floor. Meet me there!"

"Do you have a room?"

"No, but there are several chairs and we can sit and visit for a bit."

I knew he had something up his sleeve, because there was no way he'd have me over without at least making a pass. But whatever was on his mind sounded exciting to me.

Over the next two hours I bathed then dressed in one of his favorite outfits. A tight red tee top over a low cut bra that accentuated my modest 32B breasts. Light blue boy-cut panties complete with lace under a black skirt which ended just above my knees. Definitely not prim and proper, but surely not whorish either. More collegiate than downright slutty. 

Parking in the underground garage I slipped up the parking elevator to the lobby, stopped at the gift shop for some overpriced mints and a People magazine. I scoped out the room, saw the room elevator bank and the nearby chairs. Checking my watch (2:25 p.m.) I slowly made my way toward the pre-determined rendezvous point. 

I hadn't finished the first story about the latest fashion when I caught a glimpse of Mr. Little coming toward me. He smiled but didn't let on that he knew me, and I decided to play along with his spy-like mode. He hit the up button, and once the doors opened went inside. I glanced around, then entered the elevator with my former boss, figuring nobody would notice and we'd ride to the fifth floor together. 

Mr. Little immediately put his arms around me, and we joined in a kiss, and all the while I wondered if the doors would open and we'd be caught. Up we went, his hands caressing my ass while he ground against me.

We were interrupted second later as the elevator came to a halt, and we quickly moved to opposite sides of the small compartment. I observed we had stopped on the 11th of 12 floors. So much for stopping on five. 

Exiting the elevator and seeing the coast was clear, Mr. Little resumed kissing me, a task he loved but I adored. He has such kissable lips. 

"Aren't we a little bit vulnerable here?" I asked, glancing around the vacant floor. 

He took me by the hand and we walked several yards, stopping at a vestibule which housed several vending machines and a picture window with a few of an outside parking lot and a large intersection. Again my former boss pulled me close and we passionately kissed. 

I felt his manhood expand against me, and I remember thinking how lucky we were the coast was clear, probably because it was the middle of the day. I reached down, stroking his cock through his trousers, an act which brought a moan to his throat.

"Um, Robyn, that feels soooo good," said the man before restarting his lip lock. 

We kissed for a couple minutes before we broke our embrace when I thought I heard a door close. Nonchalantly taking a few steps to the hall and looking both ways, Mr. Little whispered it was all clear. Seeing nothing he moved back to me and unzipped his pants. Out came his cock.

"Suck it," he begged. 

So be it! I slipped down onto my haunches and licked the dick from stem to stern before ovaling my mouth and sucking his dick into the wet orifice. It was a slow suck, as I moved my lips slowly down the dick before stopping with about four inches in my mouth. I moved my head back, and then down it once again as Mr. Little groaned.

Looking up, I noticed the man looking around, watching to make sure we weren't being observed. He looked down, then out the window.

Licking his dick, I was startled when I heard him say we were being watched from below. I quickly stood, looked out the window, and sure enough there was a Mustang convertible with two guys in the front seat, one gesturing at our window to his buddy. 

Opps, we did it again! 

While I knew they couldn't ID us, I didn't feel comfortable being out in the open in front of the window, and pulled Mr. Little's hand as I rose then strode away from the window, laughing.

"Good thing they didn't have binoculars!" I said, shaking my head. Mr. Little laughed, muttering something about not wanting to share me with them.

We walked down the hallway, past room after room which, if we had a key, would have let to me finishing my job. We turned the corner and walked some more before Mr. Little opened an exit door and pulled me inside. 

I entered the stairwell and twirled around, proudly displaying the tops of my thighs as the black skirt flipped and flowed. Flippant, I held onto the railing with one hand, lifting my skirt with the other. 

"Wow! You look great. I love those panties," said my former boss. "Are they new? From Victoria's Secret?"

"I knew you would honey. They are from Frederick's, and I bought them just for you!"

Noticing his smile, I stepped up to him once again and put my arms around his neck. Kissing his cheek, I whispered, "Anything special?" Then I kissed his lips and let my tongue play with his.

"How about your specialty? I have to get back downstairs."

Ah yes, the wife. What's a girlfriend to do when the little woman is downstairs? This time I slipped down to my knees on the cold, hard, floor. His fly was still unzipped --- it's a good thing nobody saw us walking down the hallway --- and I reached into his pants and slipped out his semi-hard cock. 

The manhood jumped at my touch, and lengthened as I licked the tip. "Um, he likes me," I cooed, swirling my wet and hungry tongue on his cock. 

Gazing upward, I locked eyes with Mr. Little who was intently watching my every move. I worked the base of his dick with my hand, coating my face with his dick. Some of his sticky sauce made its way to my cheeks. 

"Oh, you vixen," he sighed, placing his hands around my head. That gave me a clue to what he really wanted, so I slipped his dick to my lips then slowly sucked it into my hot, wet mouth. I bobbed my head as he tightened his grip, beginning to rock with the action. Looking up again, I noticed his head was back and he was luxuriating with the blow job like he always did.

Stroking the base of his fully extended, pulsating cock, I continued to work on the tip of his manhood. Mr. Little loved my cocksucking and I did everything within my power to make sure he enjoyed every second.

"Oh Robyn, oh Robyn, you're the best," said Mr. Little, speeding his action. "Suck it, baby, suck it."

He was beyond the point of no return, and I knew at this point my hand did more of the work than my mouth. Seconds later I was rewarded with one, then two then three spurts of hot man sauce, most of which ended up deep in my mouth.

Covering his dick, I swirled my mouth all over his cock, taking the last of his sticky residue. Holding his cock steady, I swallowed his cum, making sure he could feel me doing it. A small bit dabbled on my cheek, and I left it drying there. 

Once clean, I tucked his dick back into his pants and rose from the floor, putting my arms around him. "Um," I cooed, wet kissing his lips and exchanging cum with spit. 

"Oh yea, Robyn, that was masterful."

He didn't know how good it was! I would have told him, but we heard the door below us open, and pair of Hispanic voices was heard talking as we high-tailed it out of the stairwell and back into the hallway.

We speed walked down the hall, and looked back as the stairwell door opened. Jumping inside the elevator we kissed again before I thought better of it and hit the second floor button. I exited there, allowing Mr. Little to head downstairs and back through the lobby and to the meeting, where hopefully his wife didn't realized his hair was tussled and a wicked smile was upon his lips.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 07



It had been whirlwind day, a tornado could have hit the middle of our office and it would have been tame when compared to the actions of my boss, Jim Dickens. 

Mr. Dickens was a nice man, 40ish with a receding hairline. There were times when he was great to work with, but at other times...well, he was a bear. He had a Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde type of personality that made most people walk on eggs around him. One minute he'd be Mr. Nice Guy, while at others, Dr. Dumb Ass.

He made me wish I was working for my old boss, K. Linford Little. Now, Mr. Little was a gem to work with. Of course, I had been sleeping with him while working as his administrative assistant, which might have just a little bit to do with his demeanor toward me.

To clarify, I never actually did sleep with the married man. But I did, well, orally satisfy him at the drop of the hat. I even thought he'd leave his wife for me. It took a long time, several years in fact, to come to the realization that it was never to be, and after a while I couldn't handle that fact. Soon, I dropped him. After I left my job for another, I missed the companionship, the sensual encounters, the danger, but I swore I'd move on and never see him again. 

That was the plan, anyway. In reality, we ultimately got back together. I wasn't on the marriage track anymore, and like the song goes, Girls Just Want To Have Fun. I had all kinds of fun with Mr. Little. He's just so damned sexual, a teenager dressed up in mature clothing.

But I digress. On this particular morning Mr. Dickens was scurrying around the floor like a chicken with his head cut off. He snapped at Julie, his financial analyst, and then barked so loud at Amber that she made a beeline to the ladies room for a good cry. It was only a matter of time before I'd do something to tick him off. 

I decided to pre-empt the potential onslaught by heading into my boss' office and, well, flirt a little. Now, mind you, it hadn't been something I'd done in the past (with him) but I did know my legs drew his gaze from time to time. Luckily, on this day, I had worn thigh high stockings which, when I sat down and crossed my legs, rose up to show their lacy tops.

While I didn't want anything to happen, I did want to get Mr. Dickens' mind into a better, calmer, happier place.

It made me wish for the day's when I worked for Mr. Little. Once I got to know him, Linford was easy to understand. The man liked to have me clean his cock with my tongue, a task which I did very well! At least that's what he told me when I was on my knees under his desk or in the front seat of his car.

In any event Mr. Dickens growled when I knocked on his door.

"What do you want, can't you see I'm busy?" barked my current boss.

"Uh, Mr. Dickens, can I ask you some advice? I mean, some personal advice?" was my syrup like response, slipping onto the seat in front of his desk and crossing my legs. The move had the desired effect, as Mr. Dickens' eyes were drawn to my legs and the stocking tops. I thought they'd pop right out of their sockets.

"It's my boyfriend. He's, well, been pressuring me a lot, and it has made me a little lame-brained. I just wanted to apologize if I've been a little bit ditsy lately," I said, looking at the floor so he had a free view of my legs.

"Pressuring? About what?"

Duh, what did he think? Laundry soap?

"This is embarrassing, but it's about, well, you know, sex."

"Oh, I see," said my boss, brimming with empathy. "Well, you are very pretty and I understand why he'd feel that way about you. But you need to stand your ground. He should understand that."

Laughing inside, knowing I regularly satisfied my current beau, I demurely nodded my head and thanked him for his sound advice. 

I left the wooden-paneled office and sat down at my desk, hoping Mr. Dickens would be in a better mood after our little discussion. I actually wondered if he'd masturbate while thinking of me that night, if not sooner. Yuck! I wondered how often he and the Mrs. bounced booty in their matrimonial bed, and whether they were adventurous or stuck with the good old "in and out, in and out" missionary position.

Work quickly got in the way of my daydreaming, as between the phones and e-mail the next hour went quickly. After finishing one call my phone rang again, and I was pleasantly surprised by the sexy voice of Mr. Little.

"Hi ya sweetie, how's your morning?"

I mentioned how crazy it had been, then asked what he was up to. When we spoke the night before he mentioned he'd taken the day off for an early doctor's appointment.

"Decided to take the whole day off, honey. Just dropped "her" off for a hair appointment and have an hour and a half. Want to get together?"

In Little-code, that meant "Do you want to suck my dick". The man was quite predictable, but his words didn't insult me. I hate to admit it, but it was kinda sexy having the man wants me so often. Besides, sucking dick is something I love doing. 

Telling him I could meet him in the parking garage in 10 minutes I made sure I had coverage for lunch and headed to the ladies room to spruce up my makeup before heading to my rendezvous. There, sure enough, was my former boss in his SUV. Slipping inside onto the front seat, we properly drove away from the downtown area like a couple business people heading to lunch. Of course, instead of heading toward restaurant row we turned away from major civilization. All the while Mr. Little stroked my stocking covered leg and actually let out a little "ooh" when he felt the stocking tops. 

"That's so sexy, honey, I wish I could get Mary to wear them," said my former boss of his wife. "Your legs feel so good, and the stockings look so good on your legs. They feel good, too. I like the way they set off the whites of your thighs."

I thought I'd blush, but simply stammered a thank you.

Mr. Little made his way to a local park where we embraced (finally) and kissed with some privacy. The sensation was exquisite, as Mr. Little can kiss. Heck, he's an awesome kisser. We made out for a couple minutes, but nearby sounds of vehicles arriving brought us up for air. 

Unfortunately, several other cars came into the area and anything more than slight making out was not going to happen. We held hands, talked, he stroked my stockings some more and then he started the car and drove toward the other side of the park. Stopping by a baseball field, we walked hand-in-hand, making our way to one of the dugouts. 

Now, I knew my way around a baseball diamond, having played softball throughout high school. And thinking back to those days I remember Debbie Stevens saying she and football hunk Ed Teeterman doing the nasty late one night in one of these same two dugouts. Hum...

It wasn't hard to get me to visit the home team dugout and sit my fanny next to Mr. Little. Once again I tasted and licked his masterful lips. Moving my hand down to his tenting pants, I complimented him on his arousal.

"Oh, Robyn, you always get me hot," said the man as I stroked his dockers.

It didn't take much to convince me, actually, it was just his pushing my head a little, and soon I had ideas other than stroking his manhood. I looked around, the coast was clear, and soon he pushed me toward the ground where I positioned myself in front of him on my knees. Moving him toward me just I little to position him somewhat better, 

I looked up at the man and smiled, but was taken aback by the sort of embarrassed look on his face. "What is it, Mr. Little, is the coast clear?"

"Uh, yes," he stammered.

Guessing he was just a little bit nervous, I decided to speed things up. I unhooked his belt, opened his trousers and slipped his semi-hard cock out of the slit in his boxers. I might not be able to solve all the world's problems, but getting a semi-hard dick to full rigidity isn't one I have difficulty with.

I took hold of his cock and stroked it a couple times before bending my head forward, opening my mouth, slithering out my tongue and licking the base of his dick. The cock twitched a little as my tongue made its way up the shaft, as I savored the taste. Savored, until the taste settled onto my mouth's buds. At first, I didn't know what the taste was. It was musky, more pungent than sweat. 

It was pussy.

My head lifted off the cock in a flash and I looked up at my former boss. His look was priceless. Soon he spilled the beans.

"I got home from my appointment as she was in her underwear getting dressed for her appointment, and one thing led to another," he admitted. "I don't know what it was, but, well, we were doing it right there in the bathroom."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I mean, he was married, we didn't have any official arrangement other than the clandestine meetings we'd been having. I knew he screwed his wife from time to time, but doing her within an hour or so of me sucking his cock was pushed the limit of something or other. I mean, he at least could have washed it off.

"Oh Robyn, I fucked her, but I was thinking of you. I wanted your mouth on my cock. I need your mouth on my cock..."

What's a girl to do? 

My mind though of his screwing Mary, then I though of how good his cock felt in my mouth. In a baseball feel dugout. In a dugout where quite possibly my friend Debbie fellated and banged a football star. The heat of this moment won out, and soon my lips were again open and Mr. Little was gently rocking forward into the tight cavern known as my mouth. 

As my head bobbed I thought of his fucking his wife. My guess is he took her over the counter, and that thought send a good set of shivers up my spine. He had fucked her, shot his load in her cunt, yet now he was rocking inside my mouth receiving a lip bath like no other.

"Geez that's good Robyn," said the man, his dick hard but not rock solid as not even my expertise in fellatio could totally excite the middle-aged man this soon after busting his nut. Still, his comments excited me.

I alternated stroking his cock from the base with a series of licks and sucks on the tip. Mr. Little always loved the dual attention I gave him, and while I could tell he wasn't close to cumming I knew from his groans and gasps that the sensations were superb. The man loved having his cock sucked, and doing it where we were merely added more excitement to the naughty act. 

Again I realized that while I was exciting and pleasing him, his recent orgasm with Mary made it difficult for me to satisfy him quickly. 

Soon Mr. Little lifted my face off his cock, instructing me to kneel on the dugout bench next to him. I smiled as I rearranged my posterior, thinking that this was the position we used when I gave him head in the front seat of his car. He loved it because not only did I perform mouth magic on his dick, but also because he could reach over and feel my ass. While he really loved me sucking his cock, I think he went wild with me sucking on him while his hands roved around my butt. 

Mr. Little lifted my skirt and alternated his play between my ass, my thighs, and the top of my stockings, moaning all the time. He circled his finger on the nylon on my panties, slipping his finger up and down my ass crack and then grabbing a handful of butt. He tucked my skirt into the back of my French cut panties to allow easier access as he fondled my posterior. 

Soon he was moving quickly in my mouth and I gave up any idea of licking the fuck stick. I jerked his dick off in time with the bouncing up and down with my head. Reaching around with my other hand I snaked a finger toward his butt. When I hit his anus I knew I had him, as he groaned and shook, placing a hand on the back of my head.

I don't know why, maybe it's because I heard something, but at this point I looked up only to come face-to-cock-to face with a man walking his dog some 30 yards away near home plate. I attempted to lift my head off Mr. Little's cock but it was securely held in place by his meaty hand. My groans of warning were mistaken for ecstasy. 

There I was, cock in my mouth, one of Mr. Little's hands on my head and the other fingering my ass. All in front of a voyeur who wasn't about to turn away.

"Oh my God I'm cumming," cried Mr. Little, jettisoning his cock and firing a hearty, tasty load of sticky juice into my waiting mouth. I swallowed what I could but still couldn't contain his entire load, surprising in that he'd already cum in his wife that morning. 

I looked toward home plate and saw the man still watching, bouncing my head up and down the shriveling cock for show. As it was we were caught in the act, but the walker didn't seem to mind so why not give him more of what he obviously liked. 

Mr. Little lifted his hand off my head but continued playing with my ass, savoring the sensations of the suck off. He mumbled something about being so glad I was his "girl" before quickly changing his tune and pushing me away. "Geez there's someone watching us," he exclaimed, attempting to close his zipper and standing up at the same time. 

I stood as well, hiding behind my former boss.

Our observer began clapping his hands together, yelling over that we were quite the scene, before turning and walking away. Mr. Little and I embraced, shaking at the realization of being caught in the act. 

"That was a close one," I said with a smile. "I thought you were our lookout. You failed at that task Mr. Little."

My former boss stammered something about being sorry as we began our walk to the car. I noticed the man, now walking back toward us from the outfield, staring at us. It was about that time I felt a breeze on my behind, and realized my skirt was tucked into my panties in the back. 

I think Mr. Little knew that all along.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 08



Well, I just got home and I had to jots down my thoughts. It has been a while since I've written and I know it is overdue, but to tell you the truth I just didn't think I had much to write about. 

Then there was the events of this afternoon, and on my drive home I realized I had to write things down.

It would be a lot easier if my ass didn't hurt so much, it really would. I'm sitting on a pillow, and it still hurts. Driving the car, its leather seats tight against my sore spots, hurt, and I am just glad I accidentally didn't have the heated seats turned on. But I am getting ahead, way ahead, of myself. 

My name is Robyn, and I've written a few stories about my affair with a married man, K. Linford Little. He's a sweet man, more than 20 years my senior, who seduced me while I was working for him. Over time, and given I realized he wouldn't leave his pretty wife, I broke off our relationship, only to have it spark up later.

The second time around was not started with the hope of his leaving his wife for me. No, this time it was fun. No strings attached. Over the last couple years I've snuck away from my live-in boyfriend and Lin from his wife for secret rendezvous. Sometimes that meant a no-tell motel, but usually it meant frolicking in one of our vehicles, in a park, or wherever we could get a little privacy.

I thought today was going to be just like many others, meeting at the parking lot near the park where we'd go for a long walk, holding hands, talking, and, well, somewhere along the way slipping behind some bushes for a quick blow job. Lin loves oral sex --- he claims his wife won't give him oral --- and I happen to enjoy the power of making a man putty in my hands and mouth.

We had been walking and talking for a while, every so often we'd stop and kiss; sometimes he'd walk with his hands down my skirt, under my panties against by ass. He loved caressing my butt whenever he could. 

We came to a spot where, in the distance, we could see a bridge over a river. Cars, bicyclists and a few walkers crossed the bridge, and Lin got it in his mind that I should go down on him for a bit in full view of anyone who was on that bridge. 

Normally I'd have done it in a heartbeat --- I think I have a little exhibitionist streak in me --- but I just didn't feel comfortable. We were standing at the apex of a curve in the trail, and really couldn't see more than 30 yards or so in either direction. So while it was hot thinking that someone on the bridge might get a few of me performing fellatio on my guy the thought that someone could round the bend and catch us in the act scared me. I didn't want to be caught that way, and it was just too dangerous.

Lin was disappointed, but agreed it was pushing the edge of things.

We continued to walk, talk, kiss and feel each other, teasing all along the way. After a bit we came across a path that led away from the main trail and we veered off. At the end of the trail was a nice view of the river, and, to the left a picnic table. We had been in the secluded area before, and knew it offered a bit of privacy.

We walked down the tree encased path, laughing like youngsters at finding a place to be a little naughty. 

"Hey Robyn, there's a picnic table," said my former boss with a leer. "Want to sit down and eat?"

Eat indeed. I knew what the guy meant!

We went over and Lin sat on the table as I took my favorite fall to my knees. Unzipping his pants, I reached in a slipped out his semi-hard cock. I began licking him, kissing his cock all over, and then inserted it into my mouth. In its semi-hard state I could get the whole dick into my mouth, which was a great feeling. I am not much of a deep throat girl, but when Lin wasn't fully erect I easily could suck the entire cock into my mouth.

"Oh Robyn that feels so good, don't stop," ordered the older man, slipping in and mouth of my glove-like mouth.

I took my mouth off his dick only to remind him to keep watch. The beauty of this spot was that he could see and hear if someone was coming our way well before they could actually see us, so I could fully relax take my time with his manhood. 

Wiggling my tongue around his shaft, I savored his cock. It sort of pulsed in my mouth, but still didn't bulge to his full hardness no matter how much I worked on it. I sucking it slowly, then faster, slowed again and held it in my hand. I kissed it, licked it from his balls to the tip, and then began sucking hard on the mushroom shaped head.

Still, the dick didn't expand to its fullest. I looked up, dick in mouth, at Lin with my eyes questioning what was going on.

"Don't worry, honey, it feels great. I love it. I just can't get hard."

I had to ask. "What's wrong?"

He hesitated, then said, "Nothing, it's just....I.....well we made love this morning and I am just having trouble."

Oh, I thought, the wife. 

It's times like these when I wonder why he wants to see me. I mean, we usually end up a "date" with me sucking his cock, and if at his age he can't get it up more than once in a few hours well, why get with me. He always says it's not about sex, but really, I blow him nearly every time we are together so it has become a special part of our meetings. 

Lin pulled my head back down to his cock but I kept my mouth closed. He rubbed his dick on my face and told me to open up, but I teasingly shook my head no. Besides, my mouth was aching from all its work! He rubbed his cock against my cheeks for a bit before attempting to open my mouth with his fingers. I kept them closed. 

Frustrated, the man put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up. He began kissing me...my he could kiss. We made out for a bit before he sternly said, "You are a bad girl, Robyn. You disobeyed me."

I looked at him as if he was from Mars.

"That's right, you are bad. And you deserve a spanking! Come here."

In an instant he slipped off the top of the picnic table and sat on the seat. In almost a single motion he then pulled me over his lap. I have to tell you, the man never fails to surprise me. Here I was, a tarty girl over the older man's knees. 

Soon I felt my denim skirt being lifted above my ass. Lin then pulled down my frilly black panties to the top of my knees as my ass was bare for all to see. It wasn't fellow walkers I thought about, rather it was anyone in a watercraft...and I heard several in the distance.

"You know, Robyn, you have been insubordinate one too many times, and it's time for me to teach you a lesson," sternly said the man.

Thwack! The first smack caused me to jump, as if I had been stung by a bee.

Smack! The man meant business, because the second stroke burnt my ass.

I couldn't believe it. Here I was a 28-year-old woman over the knees of a 50-something man with my ass bare and his meaty hand spanking me like an insolent child. It had been more than 13 years since the last time I'd received a spanking, that one coming at the hands of my father when he caught me coming home well past midnight after sneaking out of the house to see my boyfriend. 

Dad had spanked me a couple times, mom never, between the ages of about 8 and 12. But on that night he gave me 20 swats on my jean covered behind for lying and sneaking out. Two weeks later he came home to find me making out --- my top and bra were off --- with my boyfriend and this time he lifted my skirt and spanked my ass too many times to count. Although he left my panties on I was embarrassed --- my boyfriend Jimmy was still in the room --- and I ran to my room afterwards. 

Jimmy was marched home by dad, and he was disciplined by his parents in what I was later told was the same manner. We were both grounded for a month too.

I learned my lesson, and listened to my dad from that point on rather than risk the wrath of his hand or promised paddle. It got so that whenever I was borderline bad he'd march me to the family room where he'd point out his fraternity padded and threaten me that further problems would have my rear end spanked by that wooden instrument. I never crossed the line from that point forward.

Lying over Lin's knees I thought back to those spankings and remembered why I didn't like them at all. My ass was already hurting and I don't think Lin had spanked me 20 times. Ouch my ass hurt!

All the while Lin was saying what a brazen, naughty girl I was, that I could expect further thrashings and that he was totally disappointed in my actions. But while I heard the words it was something I felt which made more sense. Lin's dick was pulsing against my stomach. The man was a bad boy himself, getting hot with the spanking of my ass.

Lin would vary a few spanks with a slow, soft caress of my ass. But every time I thought he'd stop he'd give me a few more swats. 

"You will remember this spanking, young woman," said the man, "your ass is beet red and I am not nearly done with it."

"Nooooooo," was all I could groan.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Please Lin, please stop. I'll be good."

Just then I heard a voice yell. "Let the girl go or I will call the police," said a man's voice. I looked toward the direction of the sound and saw a guy around my age straddling a bicycle staring at Lin and me. It took a few seconds until I realized I was bare ass naked in front of the guy. 

Lin was tongue-tied, but I jumped to my feet and waived the guy off, smoothing down my skirt. "No, no, you have the wrong idea...uh....my husband and I were merely playing," I assured the guy, rubbing my behind. "I'm fine. Really."

The guy continued to stare at the two of us, and I gave Lin a hug and kissed him, looking back at the intruder to ensure he knew all was well. 

Asked again, I calmly said all was well, and thanked him for his concern. With that he hopped on his bike, pedaled around in a circle, and exited the clearing.

By then I felt some of the blood which had enveloped my face start heading back to my bloodstream.

"Well, that was embarrassing, he got a great view of me," I said, half laughing but with a racing heart. 

"Honest, Robyn, I never saw him," explained my former boss, pulling me close with a hug "It was as if he came out of nowhere!"

All at once we looked at each other and laughed! We weren't in trouble, the guy got an eyeful but nothing else, and we wondered what would have happened if he'd have called the police. 

"My guess is they'd have finished the job I started," joked Lin. "But probably you would have made your self presentable and we'd have told anyone who would listen the guy was a fruitcake. I mean, it would have been his word against ours, and there are two of us. Unless he could identify your little red ass that is!"

I laughed, reaching back to sooth my aching behind. "Lin, you were a little rough, but it was kinda hot."

"Wow, you are a bad girl," said my former boss, hesitating a bit. "I don't know what I should do with you....oh yes I do. Come back over here,"

Wouldn't he ever learn? I slipped over his knees and once again he lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. "Just a few more, honey, oh you have a pretty ass."

As if nothing happened Lin planted a dozen firm smacks on my bare behind in rapid succession, bringing out a few low grunts then cries from my throat.

"Will you be good now?" questioned the man.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Will you suck my dick?" he sternly asked.

"Yes sir!"

My former boss cascaded a dozen more smacks all over my burnt red ass.

"I thought so."

I sunk to my knees and opened his zipper, only to have what was a flaccid cock spring out into the open. Firm and throbbing, Mr. Little was moaning as I began licking the tip before ovaling my mouth and sucking his dick into my mouth centimeter by centimeter. 

It was delicious.

Taking it out of my mouth, I slowly stroked the cock while telling the man that it was beautiful and that I was so lucky to have him give it to me. Then I lowered my head and sucked it back into my mouth, beginning a bobbing motion with my head.

Lin put a hand on the back of my head to guide me, but really I didn't need much direction or encouragement. I truly love sucking his cock, but if it turned him on, so be it. I sucked his dick for several minutes as he rocked in time to my oral assault.  

"Oh Robyn that's so hot, it's so wonderful. You are an excellent cocksucker," said the man old enough to be my father. "Your lips are so smooth, yet tight. I love the way you blow me."

I wanted to kiss him, but I was a little busy, so I made a mental note to plant a big kiss on him later. Moving my head up and down on his dick, I enjoyed his murmurs of joy as I continued the blow job.

Lin got hotter and hotter as my mouth began to ache, but I knew the finish line was within reach as my guy was sort of leaning back in his seat, a tell tale sign he was nearing an explosion.

"Don't stop, Robyn, don't stop," said Mr. Little, as if I had a choice, continuing my work. "Your mouth is always so....."

So what I wondered. So big? Wonderful? What?

"Robyn he's watching us," whimpered my ex-boss. "The guy who caught is, he's back and watching us."

At first I wanted to jump up, but then I thought, he's not saying anything. Maybe he liked the view!

Lin attempted me to push me off his cock.

I continued to suck his cock, though. Heck, it was much too late to be modest now, the guy had seen my ass in all its glory and now here I was caught sucking on a cock in all of nature's view. If he didn't like it he would have said something; since he hadn't, I was finishing my job. And it didn't take much. Whether it was the workings of my lips or the fact we were caught in the act, whatever, Lin lost control and soon was spurting his tangy sauce into my mouth as I struggled with the load.

"Oh suck it Robyn I'm coming," he said to me but within range of the ears of the intruder. I was embarrassed again, but like before there wasn't much I could to erase my actions. Continuing to work on the shrinking dick, I swallowed each and every drop like the good little girl I had turned into.

Cleaning Lin's cock I rubbed his legs until his dick was a mere shadow of its former self. Then, as ladylike as I could, I stood, brushed off my knees, and kissed Lin on the cheek. Looking over my shoulder and bracing for what I might see, I was startled to find nobody there.

"Uh, Lin, you scared me half to death. I believed the guy was there."

Lin, who was drained but still a like shaky, shook his head, swearing the guy had been there and had watched at least part of my blow job.

Whatever. We kissed for a couple minutes, tidied up, and then held hands as we left our special spot. 

We walked toward the big oak tree then turned toward the main walkway, only to see the intruder a few feet away. It wasn't as if there was another way out, so we sort of pulled each other along our version of a perp walk toward the main drag.

As we passed the guy, he stared at us, smiled, and said: "That was oh so hot. I'd love to see your act again. Do you come here often?"

Come? Cum? Well, often enough I guess I thought.

Lin just shook his head. "Nope, we're not from around here. Sorry you caught us, but we were just in the area and..."

"It was my pleasure," said the guy.

I guess it was.

All the way home I thought of the spanking, the blow job and being caught in the act. I wanted to be upset, I was a little crazed, but deep down I tingled. 

At least until I sat on a hard seat, having dinner that night with my boyfriend.

"What's wrong, honey," he asked.

"Oh, nothing" I replied. "I'm just a little, uh, itchy."

He shook his head, and then teased: "I'd like to scratch that itch."

He's in the shower now, and I better get ready for bed. I think I want to be on top tonight!



Doin' the Boss Ch. 09



Just when my life got a little normal, it twisted pretzel-like into thirty three and a third percent more difficult. 

And it's all because of Stephanie Crawford.

It has been a while since I've written for Literotica, but quite frankly there wasn't much I thought readers would want to look over. I was still living with my boyfriend, still cavorting with my former boss, the still married but endlessly horny K. Linford Little (see "Doin' the Boss" series in Mature section), still working as a senior administrative assistant and still taking some part-time college classes. 

If anything, things had gotten tamer than in some of my recent stories because Mr. Little's job had taken him to the road a lot more, so we weren't doing naughty things as much. Not that we stopped seeing each other, as Mr. Little had an addiction or oral sex that the best 12-step program in the land couldn't stop. 

But things were, uh, a little bit more mundane. Or as my mom used to say, there was nothing to write home about. Not that I would write anything home to her about my relationship with Mr. Little...she'd keel over and die. 

The man had this thing for blow jobs, not that most guys don't. But he was, well, insatiable. I swear, I could suck him off one minute and he'd be up and hard rubbing cock all over my face the next. Not that he could get off twice in succession, at least hardly ever, but he'd still love for me to suck on his cock for as long as my mouth would let me, savoring every slippery slide up and down his manhood.

The fact that he was 180 degrees from my current boyfriend Roger was likely a plus. Roger was a two-or-three screw a week guy, and oral sex was just a prelude to fucking. That was something we'd do every Saturday night, maybe Sunday morning too, and sometimes do during the week. 

He claimed sex drained him, and he had a hard time staying sharp at work if we screwed during the week. Still he was a great lover, he bought me all kinds of nice gifts, and in nearly every regard was a keeper. But the little bit he didn't give me --- the living on the edge, knock your socks off, curl your toes up stuff --- was something I realized I hated to give up.

Hence, my re-hooking up a couple years ago with Mr. Little. The now 50-plus guy caught my fancy when I worked for him, and we hooked up first after work then during work for quick, naughty sex. He made promises, I believed him, but when I realized he wasn't going to leave his wife Mary I left him in the dust. Or so I thought.

Despite other relationships, something was missing, and I realized it was Mr. Little. We got back together with a different goal...we knew we'd never hook up full time, just get together for all the things missing at home, both of our homes.

It has been a whirlwind, pleasing relationship. We get together for sensual fun often, several times a week if possible. Always with a look over our shoulder, always making sure his wife didn't have an inkling of his extracurricular activities. Mr. Little liked to push the envelope, for while we stopped fooling around in his office we did manage to find places where a little seclusion went a long way. 

Parking garages, both stand alone and at full malls, as well as local parks, train station parking lots, bike trails and of course the good old automobile worked well for what we had in mind. The danger of semi-public cavorting merely added to the excitement. 

Somehow that all brought to mind Stephanie Crawford, a girl who attended home room with me in high school and a close friend throughout those formative years. We spent many pajama parties together, where the usual topics of conversation was shopping and boys.

We of course were in love with several movie stars and musicians, but those fantasies were supplemented with a heavy dating schedule. Stephanie lost her virginity to Ryan Thatcher in the back seat of his dad's SUV parked by a local lake on the outskirts of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I still had my maidenhood, but wasn't a prude by any means. I learned early on how to satisfy a date with my hand, and later my mouth. 

"I don't know how you can do that, it's disgusting," remarked Stephanie one Saturday night at a sleepover at her house after a movie, dinner and make out session with our boyfriends. On those occasions, neither of the boys went home with blue balls.

"I think Erik was a little miffed we didn't do "it" in the car the other night," said Stephanie with a laugh about her current boyfriend. "Erik is used to getting some each week and last week he didn't. I think he'd have done me in front of an audience if I let him."

"Hey, the guys went home happy," I replied, mentioning our hands had a long evening pulling their dicks off to a hearty explosion. "What did he expect, you to spread those pretty legs of you right in front of us."

Stephanie shook her head. "Pulleeze," said my friend. "I think he thought you two might go for a walk or something."

We laughed at how guys viewed nocturnal activities in different ways. My date, Glenn, was euphoric over having me toss off his cock, while Erik, who was used to practicing pushups on Stephanie, was a little put off having to act like they'd never done "it" and settle for a hand job. 

Both Stephanie and I were thought to be "good girls" by our parents, who would likely have a heart attack if they knew of our night time activities. They made sure they were around when guys were visiting, so we took playtime to the road when the desire hit. "You know, Stephie, it's a little embarrassing messing around in the same car, but it's also sort of exciting, The sounds, hearing the rustle of clothes, the heavy breathing, it gets me hot listening. And then when I have a dick in my hand while listening, it's, well, hotter."

Stephanie laughed. "Imagine if we were actually doing it in the car, bet that would really get you hot," said my friend. 

"Yea, maybe we'd take pictures!" I replied, ducking as Stephanie swung her pillow at me. 

Stephanie and I would continue our banter well into the wee hours, trading stories, talking about boyfriends, nerds and bitches we came in contact with. 

A week after our sleepover we double dated once more, heading to our favorite make out spot near the lake. We loved it there, so secluded, water rippling nearby, and of most importance, never patrolled by the local constable until very late in the evening. 

It was Glenn's turn to drive, and he had his dad's SUV. As soon as we left the movie I scooted over to be next to Glenn, my head on his shoulder, while Erik and Stephanie immediately began making out. I heard rustling from behind, and imagined Erik's hands slipping under Stephanie's blouse or maybe sliding up her thighs. 

The twosome in the back made out for the 20 minute ride, making me a bit jealous that they were getting such a head start. But since we switched seats weekly, nobody had an advantage of more room to spread out...so to speak. 

When we got to the lake Stephanie and Erik were making out hot and heavy. Taking matters into my hands, I unzipped Glenn's pants and reached into his boxers for my favorite pole...the hard pillar poking out the unleashed fabric. "Oh, Robyn, that feels so good," whispered my boyfriend as I slowly stroked his manhood. "You have such nice hands," I heard him coo.

I slowly traded spit with Glenn as I played with his hardening cock. He unbuttoned a couple of my blouse buttons and snaked his hand inside, plopping a breast out of my cotton bra. He rubbed my nipple as I tantalizingly ran my fingers up and down his manhood. We were lost in our lovemaking when we heard a gasp from the rear seat. 

Glenn whispered in my ear, "they're fucking, Robyn, they're fucking."

That brought a gasp from me, as I couldn't believe my tramp friend was actually having sex while Glenn and I were in the front seat. Still, I really wasn't surprised, because I had a feeling on one of these dates Stephanie would spread her pretty thighs for her never say die, horny boyfriend. 

Glenn, of course, was impressed with the tangled twosome in the back seat. "Come on, Robyn, let's do it. I want your pussy," he groaned as I pushed his hand away from my virginal slit. "NO!" was my reply. 

I had seen several of my friends get knocked up, ending dreams of college and in many cases a wonderful wedding. I wasn't a prude, I loved experimenting with sex, but I just didn't want to chance things. Still, it was so erotic peering over the headrest and seeing Erik pumping between Stephanie's spread legs. Erik's ass glimmered in the moonlight, and while I couldn't actually see his cock or her pussy I surely heard and smelled the sounds of sex. 

Looking at Glenn, I knew even one of my A-1 hand jobs would not satisfy his manly urges this night, and besides, I was feeling very frisky. So as he tried to feel me up I decided to take things a step further. Uh huh, young Glenn was going to get a blow job. 

It was not the first one I had given, as two guys --- Kevin and Scott --- had their cocks cleaned by my lips. At first I was a novice, but with a little practice I was able to get into the swing of giving a very good blow job. A bonafide, card-carrying if there was such a thing, fellatrix. 

Those days my blow jobs weren't as practiced as today. Today Mr. Little said my mouth took his breath away. Back then I mostly jerked their cocks with my hand and sucked hard and fast on the tip...guys loved it. 

That night I pushed Glenn back in the driver's seat, knelt on the passenger side, and played with his bulging dick while Stephanie was groaning, moaning and getting laid in the back seat. That action spurred me on, and I looked at Glenn's dick like it was a bowl of chocolate ice cream. 

It looked tasty, and I bent my head toward it to check it out. First I licked the sides of the throbbing cock and then stroked it from the base while slurping the tip. The cock pulsated as I maneuvered my mouth around it. Glenn moaned as I worked the dick, and I think he forgot all about Stephanie spreading her legs several feet away.

The SUV smelled of sex as we worked in our own little world. I felt the vehicle rock, much of it propelled by the back seat action. I wanted to look at what was going on there, but, well, I was a little busy. Even if I wanted to I don't think Glenn's hand atop my head would have let me sneak a look at anything but his knob.

It was awkward in the front seat, and my free hand held onto the top of the driver's seat to maintain my balance. I bobbed my head around the tip of his cocksickle, enjoying much of the six inch cock in my slimy mouth. A warm hand grasp mine other hand, and I assumed it was Glenn's. Soon, though, I realized my mistake as I felt Glenn's two hands caressing my tits.

I must have slowed as the thought was processed in my mind and Glenn pleaded with me to move a little faster. My hand was entwined, though, with Erik's, a though which sent a ripple through my swollen pussy. When Glenn reached over and rubbed my warm crotch I immediately began to cum which in turn sent by boyfriend over the edge. His cock started throbbing then spurting so much cum I couldn't contain it all in my mouth.

Those days I normally spit out the slimy seed, but this night was different. I swallowed. At least as much as I could, and it wasn't all that bad...a little salty maybe, but tasty in its own way. Some got on my blouse, some on his seat, and I swallowed the rest. 

The coupling couple in the back seat were also groaning what seemed like orgasms, at least Erik and I found out later Stephanie too. I glanced over the seat and caught a glimpse of Erik pulling away from his girlfriend. I'll never forget the look of satisfaction on Steph's face, but what struck me was how her legs were spread so wide. I couldn't see her pussy in the darkness but I surely could smell the sex. 

Why was I remembering nights like that one? Stephanie and I had countless nights out together, and hardly ever talked about Erik or Glenn for that matter. Both were from days gone by. Still, this was simple. I ran into Erik at Dunkin Donuts, and all of a sudden those days and nights came back to me as if they occurred yesterday. 

At first I didn't recognize him, but once I heard the voice say, "Hi Robyn!" I immediately knew who it was. We exchanged pleasantries, laughed over coffee and donuts, and traded stories about what we'd been doing. Erik was a soon to be married successful banker, heading for the Big Apple where he'd be commanding a six figure salary. 

I made him promise to call me when he made his first multimillion dollar deal, and he smiled. "I've already done some of those, how about a $10-million deal?"

Laughing at myself, I said sure. 

We stared at each other, not wanting to leave but knowing we should. I was supposed to meet Mr. Little after his golf game, and Erik needed to buy some gifts for his wedding party. 

Still, we hustled up another coffee and continued our reminiscing. Somewhere along the way we reminisced about those nights wrestling in automobiles. 

"You had a cute ass," I joked. "And I think Stephanie loved your attention."

"Glenn seemed to like your, uh, oral attention," replied Erik. "But I never did get to see your bare behind, and that just wasn't fair."

We spoke about old times like they were yesterday. Of things we missed, of times we wished we had over again and other times we're happy were gone. Then Erik stunned me.

"There were times when I pretended you were blowing me when I was screwing Stephanie," said the guy. "I know it sounds crazy, but, well, Stephanie was a great lay and I loved it but she wasn't into blow jobs. And there Glenn was getting them all the time."

I laughed and told Erik how Glenn was always complaining about "only" getting a blow job when he was banging Stephanie. To each his own.

As the afternoon progressed we confessed this and that to each other. How Stephanie liked to have her ass fingered when he was pounding her, how Glenn loved to have his balls kissed while I'd jerk him off to completion. Ah, those were the days.

Erik reminded me of the time we held hands. That special time when he was banging Stephanie and I was blowing Glenn. "I saw your hand there and just thought it was so hot to be holding it while doing Stephanie. It was quite hot."

"And to think I thought at first it was Glenn's hand," I replied. "I didn't know it was you right away, and when I realized Glenn was enjoying himself too much for me to stop what I was doing."

Erik looked at me and smiled. "That's so sweet."

Changing the subject, I asked about his upcoming nuptials, and joked that I needed to get them a present.

"No need, unless you want to give me one," slyly said the guy.

"So what do you need?"

Erik looked deeply into my eyes, smiled, and mouthed, "Well, let's see. Maybe a tire iron, or a tie, or a pair of cuff links. Aw, who am I kidding, I don't need those things. I need, uh..."

"What?" I asked.

The guy looked at me and smiled. "Well, if you want to give me a present I would treasure forever, you could give me a blow job. That's been a long desire of mine, to have you give me one."

His request floored me. The guy hadn't seen me in years, he was about to be married. And while I have been a little promiscuous I wasn't a slut. Over the last seven years I had "been" with only three guys. While not chaste I wasn't jumping in the sack every week with a different banana. 

Was he kidding. Was this some kind of a joke I wondered?

So while I was surprised by his admission, I was even more surprised by my reply. Maybe it was because of Mr. Little's recent admission that he'd fucked his wife before having me suck his pussy-tasting dick, but my answer was quick and to the point.

"I'd love to suck your dick, Erik, I've wanted that for a long, long time," was the reply in my mind. 

I stared at the guy before saying, "What about your fiancée? I think she might have a problem with that."

"Well, I won't tell her if you won't tell her," was Erik's smiling response. "Come on, you know you've always wondered..."

My mind was jumbled.

"Now?" I asked.

"Uh huh."

My oh my, I couldn't believe it. We slipped out of Starbucks as if we were shoplifters evading the prying eyes of security guards. 

"I'm parked on the on the way up to the top floor of the lot, let's head there," said the guy I hadn't seen in years.

"Head is the operative term," was my sly, smiling reply.

Erik laughed, "I love the way you think!"

We walked to the stairwell, not bothering to walk all the way down the bottom floor to the elevator. On the way upstairs he held my hand as if we'd been seeing each other forever. My mind was all jumbled as I really couldn't believe where we were going or what we were going to do. On one hand it was so bad, on the other it was so erotic. 

Sure enough, his car was parked well away from prying eyes. Looking around, I realized only if someone really wanted to park up here there was a good chance we'd be alone. He punched open the doors, looked around, and pulled me close. There, in the mall parking lot, I kissed a guy I hadn't seen in years. It was toe-curling. 

We slipped into the back seat and made out like horny teenagers, swapping spit and stroking each other's bodies like long-lost lovers. I felt his cock tenting in his trousers and decided to unleash the monster from its unwanted confinement. "Umm, yes," groaned the guy as I slowly unzipped his jeans.

Reaching inside his undies I felt for his cock, which wasn't fully hard but getting there. It was sort of semi-hard, and I felt around it and his balls like I was exploring a new land. In a way, I guess I was. I continued to stroke his cock through his underwear while he moved closer and kissed me. 

I glanced around, felt we were alone, and pulled out the hardening piece of man meat. Looking at the cock, I realized it was a lot like I had pictured. I guessed it was a bit longer than six inches, decent girth, and pleasantly pulsating. A nice cock. I thought to myself how wicked this way, blowing a guy who I barely knew. 

I like looking at cocks, but I love sucking them, and I wasn't about to wait and get spooked. I lowered my head and licked the tip then moved down to the base, alternating kisses and licks on the man meat. Erik groaned when I licked his balls and I knew he was loving what I was doing. 

Reaching down I held the base of his cock between my fingers, jerking the dick to full hardness. I kissed the tip again, sort of savoring it in my mouth while jerking the base. His cock was velvet, and I liked the feeling of it pulsating in my mouth. 

While sucking I decided to try something a little new, something I had read in Cosmo. I continued to jerk the base of the cock with one hand, but then circled the cock just below the mushroom head with my thump and index finger. That ring around the tip of the cock meant my mouth only licked and suck the top inch or so, and I made sure I gave that part of his dick all the love and attention it could possibly get. 

Slobbering all over it, the moisture cascaded down the shaft and soon the dick was very wet to my touch.

"Oh my Robyn that's so fucking good," said the guy, his dick throbbing to my touches. 

That spurred me on and I continued my sucking episode. I couldn't help thinking of Stephanie and wondered what she'd say if she knew I was sucking her old boyfriend's cock. I wondered whether I'd have the guts to tell her about this little rendezvous when she returned from her business trip to Tucson. 

Erik was obviously loving my mouth attention and knew he wouldn't hold out long. But the guy surprised me, pushing my head off his cock and asking me to scoot around a little so that he could feel my ass. At first I was put aback, because I knew he had been ready to cum, but then I was honored he wanted to last a little longer...you know, sort of sampling even more of my oral skills. He played with my ass for a while, gradually lifting my skirt and slithering his hand down my panties for a feel of flesh. Once that was accomplished he pulled my head back onto his cock and I restarted my cocksucking. 




Doin' the Boss Ch. 09



All of a sudden Erik began babbling. "Suck that cock, Robyn, suck it. Oh, you're beautiful. Do it, girl, do it."

As quiet as Erik was earlier he was a chatty cathy now, giving a play by play description of what I was doing or what he wanted to do.

"I'm pulling down your panties, girl, oh what a wonderful ass," said the excited man, stroking my now bare behind. I thought to my self I must have been a sight, bent over on the front seat, skirt lifted high and panties down my thighs. He spent a lot of time stroking my ass as I sucked on his pulsating dick while hoping nobody walk past the car. 

"Oh, yea, anyone can see your bare ass, Robyn, oh what a great ass you have," said my latest conquest, gently spanking my backside. "I've fantasized about playing with your ass, having you suck my dick. This is incredible."

His banter served as motivation for me to attack his cock with abandon. I wanted to get him to cum like he'd never cum before. I worked his dick a little harder, stroking and sucking his bulging dick while making every sound I had heard in a porn film. I slobbered, moaned and mouthed unidentified words as I did everything but swallow his manhood.

Erik moaned as I gingerly worked on his cock. It felt so good in my mouth, pulsating to my tongue and lip-sucking action. I loved how it moved in my sucking mouth. 

Without warning the cock started spurting its seed into my mouth. Normally I know when a guy was going to cum but this came as a complete surprise and I couldn't contain all the sauce in my mouth. Some got on my cheeks and more got on my tee top...the guy had a large load that escaped from his balls. 

"Robyn you are incredible, that was unbelievable," said the guy after regaining his breath. "You were every thing I dreamed about and a whole lot more. You mouth is incredible, and I loved showing your ass."

I kissed his cock for the nice comment, licking up some of the excess cum before the words he said finally made their way to my brain and startled me.

"And I think that guy up there liked it to."

"WHAT?" I cried out, "What are you talking about."

Erik pointed behind me toward a car parked halfway up the level away from us. It hadn't been parked there earlier, and sure enough there was a guy in the driver's seat looking directly at my bare ass. The guy was smiling, and obviously watched me give the blowjob.

I slapped Erik and modestly pulled down my skirt, only to hear him laugh and tell me to chill out. "I think the guy is cool, I didn't notice him at first but when I did I just couldn't top," said Erik. "You gave me my best cum ever, it really, really was incredible."

I looked again at the voyeur and he gave me the thumbs up, so my worry that he'd called a cop or something fell by the wayside. I slid my panties up my thighs and back where they belonged while sneaking glances as the man in the car. 

Looking at Erik, I realized how hot it was giving the guy I barely knew head while someone watched. 

I couldn't wait to tell Stephanie that her former boyfriend had a great cock. 

Later in the afternoon I fantasized about Erik while sucking on Mr. Little's dick after his round of golf. I thought about blowing him off, but my urges got the best of me and I blew him at the park instead...all the while smiling to myself about getting back at him for doing his wife and then having me suck him off.

What a rush. 



Doin' the Boss Ch. 10



Okay, okay, I haven't written recently, but there was a good reason. Quite frankly, there wasn't much to write about. 

Oh, I was still seeing K. Linford Little on the sly, away from the prying eyes of my boyfriend...and his wife. My former boss is a great guy, buys me wonderful presents, and is not only smart but funny too. Oh, and he loves me sucking his cock. 

I've been seeing Lin for several years, and the man just loves to get head. Long, sensuous sessions, lightening fast quickies, we've done the deed in every nook and cranny of Southern New Jersey. Our particular favorite, mostly because of our living arrangements, is in the car, but we've also done it in the park, his office and even the loft at a friend's beach house...while she was making dinner a floor below. 

Fact is we both like fooling around on the sly, no doubt about it. There's something exciting about doing it in semi-public with the threat of being caught. 

Of course, that was what I thought last week. This week, well, is a completely different question.

All because of a desperate call from Lin. The man caught me at work right before 6. It had been a difficult day with my current boss all over my behind due to his own lack of planning. Three projects needed to be done, all at the same time, because he forgot to mention a deadline. What a jerk.

In any event I had completed what had to be done, and was packing my things to get home when the call came in. I wondered whether I should answer, until I saw it was from Lin. He normally doesn't call me in the office, he hates it when he has to ask for me when someone else picks my phone, but being it was late must have called.

"Hello?"

"Hi Robyn, where have your been, I've been trying to get you on your cell," asked my horn dog former boss.

"Jim forgot to tell me about a project that had to be ready to go first thing in the morning so I've been slaving all over things...worked straight through lunch," was my reply. "Good to hear from you."

"What are you doing now?"

Smiling to myself, I told him I was flashing the window washers. 

"Really!!!!"

"No dummy, it's nearly 6, they've left long ago."

Gullible, my guy is. Lin told me he'd had a terrible day, his wife didn't feel like cooking, and he was going to get take out. Did I want to meet him at the mall?

Okay, I am not the brightest light, but I could figure out what Lin wanted...a quick blow job before picking up Chinese or something then heading home for dinner with wifey. It was a scene which we'd played before and could perform without rehearsal. 

"Sure."

I don't know what hold he has over me, but for the last several years we've met in various Delaware Valley nooks and crannies for a little bit of exciting, sensual sex. I mean, there was a time when I worked for him that I actually thought he'd leave his wife for me, but when that was obviously not going to happen I ditched him.

We resurfaced as a couple --- sort of --- a while later when we both realized our relationships, he with his lovely wife and me with my then boyfriend, weren't generating all of what we needed in our lives. So we've made the best of it, meeting whenever and wherever we could for a little bit of love and a lot of heart throbbing, toe-curling sex. 

He met my need for adventure, gave me nice presents, loved me in his own way. And I handled his amply cock, apparently in a way he loved. Oh, I think he really liked me, but sucking his cock helped I'm sure. 

Skipping out of the office, the man makes be feel like a schoolgirl. He's handsome, has a great sense of humor, knows the ways of the world and loves to have his cock adored. What else, minus a ring, could a girl want? 

Funny, we had our own special place at the mall to meet, away from prying eyes at the bottom floor of the five story parking garage. All the way in the back, where we could see cars approaching from two of the three sides and hear them coming from the other. 

We had often met there, then had lunch in the food court or, if we had a little more time, in one of the restaurants. It was far enough away from both of our homes as to not invite questions from people we knew...and if we met someone we had several "stories" to give if required. Everything from me being a cousin in town to a business associate. 

Depending on how much time we had, and how horny we were, I'd blow his cock either before or after lunch. Sometimes, I'd like to say special occasion but believe it's mere horniness, we'd have the inclination to do it before and after. 

In any event, it was close enough to meet yet far enough from prying eyes. I arrived a couple minutes before Lin, and then popped into the front seat of his SUV upon his arrival.

Wasting no time, we kissed then said hi. "How much time do we have," I asked, being the realist I am.

"Not too long, I just ordered from across the street...25 minutes or so....Robyn, honey, you don't have to, uh, suck me...that's not right to ask."

I smiled at the man. I know what he wanted; I had no problem with it, for that matter.

"Sweetie, get that horny dick out, I want to suck it," I coyly replied.

Lin beamed a smile as he unzipped his fly. Digging around, he pulled out a hardened dick. 

"That's beautiful," I said, licking my lips, acting like a slut. "I think it likes me."

"Oh my goodness, Robyn, I love your mouth..."

Reaching over, I slowly stroked the cock...up and down my hand went as I leaned over and kissed him again. Realizing we didn't have much time, I decided to take my favorite fall, kneeling on the front seat and bending over to get my head between his legs where I found a cock that needed some loving attention.

"Oh Robyn suck it."

Heck, I had hardly begun teasing him and already he was making manly demands. The nerve of the guy, I thought as a smile hit my lips right before the tip of his cock. Ovaling my mouth, I took in the tip and began sucking while my hand encircled the base and slowly stroked and inch or so up and down.

He was very, very excited already, which isn't unusual. Oh, there are times when I have to work at getting Lin hard...he is more than 20 years my senior, has a boy in college and doesn't have the hair trigger quickness of a teenager. But other times --- I think when he's been anticipating our playing around ---- that he's a firecracker waiting ignition within minutes of getting together.

This was apparently one of those times, as his left hand started playing with my hair while his right went right to my ass. It's at times like these when Lin likes holding my head while playing with my ass. He's twirl my hair round and round, he recently admitted he wished my hair was a little longer so we could get it into pigtails when playing dress-up. 

The man lifted my black pencil skirt and snaked his hand under my baby blue Victoria's Secret boyshorts. He fondled my soft ass while I savored his rock-hard man meat. Taking more cock into my mouth Lin sort of groaned as my actions apparently were well on their way toward lighting his fuse. 

Normally early on in the blow job I'd move around a little, get more comfortable, and remind Lin to keep an eye out for patrons walking to their cars, but given we had just arrived an Lin was ready to explode I figured we were in the clear.

I jerked his cock while I slowly went down on his dick, meeting my fingers with my lips as Lin groan out sometime about him loving it. Bobbing my head, slowly then building up speed, I could tell Lin was closing in on a cum explosion. 

"Oh, Robyn, your mouth is incredible...I can't hold off.... I'm gonna cum."

I felt the cock grow even more as I worked my hand and mouth, loving the groans and comments from above. I could almost feel the cum head from his balls up the shaft. Just as the first volley made it to my mouth there was a "tap, tap, tap" on the driver's side window. 

Lifting my head, the second and third volley splattered my mouth, cheeks, forehead and hair as I pulled back over toward my side of the car while Lin attempted to get his hard, sticky cock back into his pants. There was a guy --- one of those security cops --- leering at us from beside the car. 

"What's going on here?" said the cop, like he didn't know. 

It's hard to believe the car didn't rock given both Lin and I were shaking like leafs in a wind storm.

"Uh, nothing, uh just going to the mall," sputtered my beau. 

The officer shook his head. "You were getting a blow job, sir, heck she's wiping cum off her face," spat the cop. "That's disgusting. I ought to run you in. Look down there, there are people walking to their cars. They could have seen this pornographic escapade. What were you thinking?"

The officer berated us for a minute, I think he wanted to call my a whore or something but thought better of it. Instead he kept talking about how terrible it was we were doing unmentionable things in "his" parking lot. 

Lin must be well schooled in handling pressure, because he transferred his initial freight into a man who constantly has to deal with pressure situations.

"Sorry officer, I was supposed to be watching out. We were only going to food around for a couple minutes. It was a special occasion, we were sort of celebrating an anniversary of sorts. I just lost control. We're stopping, we're leaving."

The man looked at me, considering the situation. "Miss, are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

Something about the security guard looked familiar; he had a face I'd seen before. But where, well, I just couldn't place it. "No, sir, I'm perfectly fine. We just were a little, uh, engaged and we've never done this before....I mean we've done this but ..."

The guard actually smiled. I think he wanted to laugh at my stuttering explanation. I believe he knew I'd suck this cock a time or two before, pretty obvious that was the case.

"Well, miss, you better fix your skirt..."

Geez, it was still tucked in my panties! He could see a lot of my backside. That's so un-lady like.

The guard looked around, then sternly looked at each of us.

"Here's the deal, I am giving you a final warning. Don't do this kind of activity in here, do you hear? We have been getting complaints that kids have been screwing in their cars or stairwells, we have to clean up (and he sort of shook his head and spat out) rubbers which offend some people who see them. So we have been doing extra patrols. So my advice is for you to enjoy shopping here but then leave. Nothing else. No bobbing for apples, miss....do you understand?

We both nodded. 

"Okay, I am continuing my rounds, but I will swing back here in 10 minutes. I expect you to be out of here by then," said the guard, looking up and down the aisle. 

Then, though he shocked us both. "The coast is clear right now if you have anything else to do, but I am not kidding, 10 minutes..."

We agreed we'd be long gone and pay attention to our surroundings.

We watched the guy walk to the back of the car, look at the license plate, mount his bicycle and start riding away. We sort of stared at each other for a couple seconds before we both started laughing. "My goodness that was embarrassing," I told my lover. "Why the hell didn't you see him coming?"

"Well I was a little busy cumming myself at the time," said Lin, "sorry. I thought I saw the coast was clear but your mouth, well, the blow job was unbelievable and I guess I just lost track of things."

"Gosh he saw everything, we're lucky we didn't get run in."

Lin agreed, nodding his head. 

Then a smile crossed his face.

"Uh, Robyn..."

"What honey?"

"We have about 7 minutes till he gets back, could you clean my cock...I mean, you don't want my wife to find me with cum on my dick, do you?" said the man, unzipping his fly.

Men!

I guess that's why it's called a blow "job".



Doin' the Boss Ch. 11



If nothing else K. Linford Little is predictable. I've said it before, and will say it again, the man is set in his ways. 

He works 50 hours a week. He adores his daughters. Loves his wife too. Oh, I guess some might argue that, since he regularly asks for blow jobs from his girlfriend (that's me!) that he doesn't really love his wife. But I believe he really does love her. It's just that he's a guy, and like a lot of guys he loves oral sex. His wife doesn't. 

I guess if this were a movie, I'd be the stand in for the star, because I happen to enjoy giving him oral pleasure when his wife really doesn't. Along the way I totally love being with the man.

I've been called a slut, or worse, but let me make it clear this is a two-way affair. We both use each other for something we really want. We do our best to maintain discretion, we don't flaunt our affair in public...well, I mean, we've been caught or nearly caught numerous times...just not by his lovely spouse or anyone who could give us away. 

As mentioned in numerous stories, Lin and I have been seeing each other for years and in nearly all of those meetings my mouth has found its way between his legs and sucked off his meaty cock. The man has an insatiable appetite for blow jobs. And I am a girl who likes to eat cock, so you might say we're a perfect match. 

Our meetings have to be discrete for obvious reasons, I don't think his wife nor my boyfriend would appreciate our dalliances, so we take care to be careful of when and where we meet as to not draw unwanted attention from our better halves. 

We've been an red-hot item for years, and have grown much closer over that time. We'd long since given up any hope of truly getting together as a couple, but we were soul mates in our own way. We each are able to live our own lives, but we find a way to get together and do what we like when we get the chance.

In recent weeks it had become harder and harder to get together. Lin's daughters both participate in soccer so he was constantly zipping from work to practices or games and his weekends were packed with normal activities as well as youth tournaments. Still we got together whenever we could. Heck, Lin is an adventurous guy and I am a sap for a good story. 

We've cavorted in parks and his office, but mostly in his car, although when his wife was definitely away for the day we'd head to another county and have a nice meal before I'd end up getting a meaty desert that I loved so much. On a few occasions Lin would travel overnight on business, and I'd join him for an overnight affair. It was great because we could be ourselves in a strange town.

I was thinking of one of our recent meetings when shopping at the mall, which reminded me I needed to visit Victoria's Secret. Lin had given me a little three-package selection of panties, and after properly thanking him I asked him whether he really wanted me to wear them when I saw him. 

In a way I was joking, of course, but knowing that some guys were excited to know their girls were not wearing panties I wondered out loud to Lin what he liked. He quickly responded he loved me in panties, that he loved looking up my skirts and dresses, and that even as long as we'd been together he still loved watching me exit the car when he opened my door.

"I love looking at your legs, and every once in a while seeing a panty flash is very, very exciting," said my older lover. "It makes me want to jump you! And I thought the thong, the boy short and the traditional panties were a good selection for you."

I reminded him that he always wanted to jump me, so seeing my undies couldn't be that exciting, but knew what he meant.

Every once in a while Lin would call me at work and in the middle of talking about our day, work or whatever he'd ask what kind of panties I was wearing. It was always embarrassing trying to answer his simple question with others nearby. 

So that conversation got me thinking about a recent Victoria's Secret catalogue, which got me thinking about some of the mesh-back bikinis that were displayed, and I figured I'd surprise Lin with a couple of the new styles. Plus, they actually looked comfortable enough to wear to work too, which is a double benefit, because I love wearing sexy undies even if I was the only one knowing what was under my business appropriate dress.

In any event when Lin called me at work recently and asked if we could get together I was happy I had purchased the new panties and wondered not only if he's actually notice them and if so if he'd like them. 

It took a while for him to notice, but when he did, a big "wow" was all he could say. 

"They are adorable," said my former boss as we were walking along a path next to the river. I had lifted my skirt to give him a peek and his eyes nearly popped out. 

From that point on he couldn't keep his hands off my ass as we walked along. He only removed it when we came across others on the path, at which time we'd walk hand in hand. But once the coast was clear he'd have his hand slipped down my panties and on my ass. 

On one occasion, when a motorboat was flying upstream, he lifted my skirt a little so a lot of leg was showing, and I swear from the yell of a guy from the boat he must have actually showed a little of my panty covered behind. Lin could be such a bad boy at times!

We'd talk about all kinds of things on our walks. It wasn't always about sex, although most of the time we'd slip into the bushes away from civilization and I would practice my fellatio techniques on the man. We'd talk about our home life, he about his wife and kids and me my boyfriend, as somehow even though we loved each other we could still share our lives with others. 

On this occasion he spoke about how his wife had demanded he discipline his elder daughter for continually staying out late, she was 14 going on 21, and I think his wife worried the girl was growing up too soon.

"We grounded her, and that sent her off pouting, but then we found out she was raiding Mary's purse...not too much, a few dollars here and there, but she gets an allowance and doesn't really want for anything. She just wanted to get some things at the mall that her mother wouldn't allow...I think panties like these might have been on order...and Mary was totally pissed. She wanted me to get the belt out and spank her behind."

I had to laugh. Lin couldn't harm a flea, so I couldn't imagine him spanking his daughter. But I decided to go with the flow. "Oh, I bet you'd just love to spank a girl's ass, wouldn't you?"

Lin looked at me like I was from outer space. 

"She's my daughter, so don't go there."

I replied I wasn't sure where I was going. The girl needed to be taught a lesson, and I remember when I was a teenager getting a few swats on my ass from my father.

"Yea, well with my luck they'd arrest me for child abuse or for being a pervert or something," said Lin.

I reminded him his wife asked him to do it, but that maybe grounding the girl for more than a couple days might do the trick.

We continued our walk, and although we talked about numerous topics the one we kept getting back to was Lin's firm hand on a behind, but not his daughter's. Rather, he wondered if I had been a bad girl? 

My mom didn't raise a dummy. 

"Oh, Lin, I am sorry, I was bad...it wouldn't surprise me if you didn't want me to suck your dick...and spank me instead for being so insolent."

Lin sternly said he was thinking about doing just that, because I had been such a bad girl. And he told me that keeping his cock away from my mouth was only going to be part of my punishment!

We turned off the main park path and walked toward a campsite about a hundred yards away. It's a place where I had fellated the man numerous times in the past, as it was off the beaten path and away from prying eyes. The best part about it was that because of the overgrown trees you could have some privacy, and that if someone else was thinking about using the site for whatever you could generally hear them maneuvering through the woods. 

Of course, there was always a chance of a boat going past, as it was relatively open toward the river, and you never knew whether it was a special spot for a fisherman, but generally speaking it was private and secluded. 

Walking hand in hand down the lane of bushes and trees I wondered what was going to happen, I was sort of anticipating giving Lin a blow job but wondered if my teasing might get me a spanking.

It had been several years since I'd had my buns burned. Oh there was the occasional smack during lovemaking, when my boyfriend would move me on top of him and, while I was controlling the action he'd gingerly plant swats on my bouncing ass. The last time I'd actually received a spanking was when Jerry Lee Richardson thought he was god's gift to the world, and for about a month so did I.

Jerry Lee was a bad boy, and when I'd broken up with my then boyfriend he'd started coming around trying to horn dog in on my affections. I didn't think so, but you know how liquor can sometimes get the best of you. One Saturday night I'd had too many and when Jerry Lee offered a ride home I took it. I didn't realize we'd parked on the way home, I think I passed out, and soon I realized my head was bobbing on his cock. I don't know how long I'd been sucking on the guy, only that he came within a minute of me becoming aware of his cock attack on my mouth. 

He poured me out of his car at my house, as since breaking up with my boyfriend I was living back at home, and the next morning I felt awful. I remembered lowering my head toward the vehicle and calling him a fucking asshole before he left --- how original was that --- but not a lot more of the evening. 

At least I did until the next day when a phone call from Jerry Lee surprised me at work. He wanted to see me, and for some reason I said yes, even though I really didn't like him and I really didn't like the way he used me the Saturday night before.

Things happen when you are in the midst of a breakup. Dumb things. The following night we had dinner then went back to his place to watch a movie, but what he really wanted to do was make out and, well, fuck. I wasn't ready for that, but he was insistent. Still, I held my ground and offered a blow job. Jerry Lee, though, had some other ideas. 

"Let me feel your ass, Robyn, I've loved that ass for years. Then you can blow me."

See, such a considerate guy! Not. 

But I figured if I could keep him out of my pussy with a little ass rubbing that would be a good trade, and I okayed what I thought was the deal. He asked that I sort of dance a little for him, then lower my jeans. I did, doing a little shimmy and then pealing down first my jeans and then, very slowly, my panties, baring my ass to his view. 

Jerry Lee gave a few wows and ahs, directing me over so he could feel my ass. He slowly played with my ass before asking me to get onto my knees. I turned, only to have him pull me over his knees.

"You need to be taught a lesson, Robyn, and I am just the man to do it. You are such a cock tease, always swaying your ass around. Now you are going to pay!"

I had no idea what he was talking about, but before I could scram my head was pushed down on a pillow and my bare ass was high in the air. Soon the man was spanking my ass with firm, hard strokes. He stopped counting after 20 and all I knew was my ass was burning. 

Calling him a bastard in cries muffled by the pillow I too the spanking as best I could. I could feel my ass redden to his spanks and no matter what I did it hurt more and more. I attempted to move away but he had too good a grip, and even moving my ass around only mean I was getting hit on different parts of my ass. 

When it was over he rubbed my ass and told me how pretty it looked in red, reminding me that now that he had spanked and marked my ass I was his. I didn't say anything at the time, only tried to think of way out of my predicament. 

So I got on my knees and blew him.

What guy doesn't like a blow job, and I figured Jerry Lee would be a quieter, gentler guy if I took care of his meaty wang. I was right, because after I let his load dribble out of my mouth and onto my hands and his midsection he just laid back and luxuriated in the after sensations of my mouth magic.

I never saw him again, blowing him off at every opportunity and making sure he knew I'd never go out with him again. I think he was relieved, actually, because he had gotten what he had wanted from me. 

Thinking back to that date while walking back to the campsite with Lin brought back numerous memories. I know I hated being spanked and force to suck cock --- I love doing it on my terms but not that way --- but by the same token on several occasions since while masterbating with my trusty wooden hairbrush I'd fantasize about being in that same kind of submissive situation again.

It was as if Lin could read my mind. As we neared the campsite he started quizzing me about various transgressions I'd recently had. Like maxing out a credit card, flirting with some guys at a bar, and having the nerve to not suck his dick on command. Each had a story to it...the credit card was a simple $1,000 max one, the guys were all friends, and the reason I didn't suck Lin off was that time in the car was there was a cop in the other lane.

But for this fantasy they each were terrible, punishment deserving offenses.

We arrived at the campsite and Lin pulled me close, kissed me and told me he loved me. Then he changed characters on the dime. 

"Alright Robyn, you asked for this," said my stern boyfriend. "It's time for you to pay!."

I didn't know whether to reach for my purse or something else, but I didn't have to worry long. Lin walked over to a picnic bench and sat down. He waved me over, unbuckled my jeans, and slowly maneuvered them down my legs. He stopped when they got to my knees, then reach up and looked at my panties. "These are whorish, and you will pay for that too." He lowed my panties to my knees too, then me across his knees.

"You know, Robyn, I can't spank my daughters, so you will get a few for them as well."

"But Lin..."

"But Lin nothing, you are a wanton slut and you deserve everything I'm going to give you."

With that a firm hand came ringing out of the air and smacked my bare ass. The loud crack on my ass was like hearing a tree fall. That swat was followed quickly by three more and I realized he wasn't kidding around. Lin was really spanking me.

"So Robyn, when did you fuck your boyfriend last?"

I couldn't lie. "Wednesday morning before he went to work."

"And you kissed me Wednesday night after work...you slut." Stern hits came raining down on my ass as I was punished for fucking my boyfriend. It didn't matter that Lin regularly fucked his wife, I was the one being spanked not him.

I realized that Lin's dick was pushing up against my midsection. Apparently the spanking was having a desired effect on the man, getting him hotter and hotter with each swat on my formerly white ass. 

"I've been so bad, Lin, I fucked him twice last week," I said, throwing fuel on the fire. 

Lin spanked me for more than a minute. I lost count of the number of swats my ass took, but I knew there were many. I felt my ass warm by the stroke, and I actually began crying from the onslaught.

"Please stop, please stop, I'll be good," I cried, actually meaning every word because my ass was killing me. 

The man took mercy on me. Oh, he saved five of his hardest swats for last, but he then stopped. Over the next few minutes he gently rubbed my ass, soothing it, before reaching around an slipping his finger onto my pulsing clit and then sliding his finger into my slopping wet pussy. It only took a minute for me to writhe in orgasm by his finger. I was vibrating on his legs as if I was plugged into an electric socket. 

"Oh Robyn, thank you, that was exquisite," said my man after he'd taken me to cloud nine. 

That drew all words out of my mouth. It left me speechless, and I felt sort of stupid lying across his legs. I moved off and noticed his pants were soaked with my white wetness. He looked into my eyes with some concern as I rubbed my hurting ass, but then his eyes opened wider with wonderment as I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants.

Pulling his cock out of his underwear, I attacked his cock with my hand. Oh he had used his hand to spank my ass, but I had better use for mine. I jerked his cock off and was amazed at how large it appeared. I mean, it was probably the same size as the hundreds of times I had seen it, but it just looked larger and more powerful. 

Lin mumbled words I couldn't ascertain but imagined they were good. I jerked the dick faster and faster and could tell he was nearing nirvana, it pulsated to my touch. Lowering my head I took only the tip of his cock into my mouth and kept my hand pistoning up and down the shaft. Soon I got my sticky wet reward as he shot wads and wads of cum into my beckoning mouth.

I didn't stop jerking him off, even after he shot his load, and kept milking the tip. He loved that, saying he didn't because it was too sensitive but never moving me away. I swallowed his baby batter, saving his wife another pregnancy or something, and getting a protein shake that undoubtedly would help my complexion as my friend Jane Ann used to joke.

Finished, I laid my head against his crotch as he slowly stroked my hair. We were there a couple minutes before hearing some movement in the bushes, so we quickly made ourselves presentable. Just in time, too, because soon three young boys came into the campsite clearing with their fishing rods. 

As we walked by Lin told the guys he hoped they would catch something. Walking away I could swear I could hear one of the guys said something about wondering if that old guy knew his daughter was hot looking.

If only they knew the whole story.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 12



(In a prior story I wrote about the good times I have had in the bedroom with my hairbrush. a simple hairbrush. This is a sort of follow-up story with some male companionship, my former boss and still lover.)

I had to think back of that first night with my hairbrush and subsequent affairs with a vibrator and, once, a large magic marker (okay, I am really a bad girl) recently when my married boyfriend, K. Linford Little, asked for a special birthday present. Lin is a demanding type, and we'd developed a wonderful relationship over the years. 

Permanently married to a wonderful woman who was not me, the man who was my former boss has become an integral part of my life. We have shared numerous wonderful times together, usually involving something that a married guy isn't supposed to be doing with a younger girl who is not his wife. 

The recipe for success was relatively simple: he'd demand a blow job, and I'd generally give him one. Normally in the car, but in assorted other locations like a baseball dugout, a canoe in the middle of a lake and at his office.

For his birthday, though, he wanted something else, something special just for him. As if blow jobs weren't for him? Well, I do enjoy too, so...

What was his special request? He wanted me to fuck myself with a banana while he watched. A big, bright yellow, almost ripe, cock-substitute banana.

"I saw photos of it once, Robyn, and it was so very hot. Just thinking of you doing it in front of me makes my cock jump," said my former boss, now my secret boyfriend. I guess that's what you call him, unless you were speaking with his wife. I don't think she'd appreciate her hubby getting his cock sucked by another woman. 

Lin could be very insistent, and he generally got what he insisted on. Once I wore a skirt with no panties so that he could fondle my bare ass while I was sucking his dick. Another time he actually had me wear knee pads while sucking his cock, it was some kind of devious turn-on to have me on my knees in them.

There was the time I blew him while he was driving the car on Route 55 in Jersey, much to the surprise of a trucker who got to see some of the action (and offered an air horn salute). Another time he snuck me into a co-ed bathroom where I blew him. While we weren't observed in the act, the woman with the child who wanted to use that bathroom wasn't amused when the two of us left the facility after completing our actions. 

Now he wanted me to fuck a banana. 

For those of you who haven't read other installments of the "Doin the Boss" series which better explains my affair with Lin, you should know I don't have sex with him in years. It's an oral relationship, I love to blow him and he's immensely happy with that. But over the years we've varied our experiences. 

I've given him tug jobs in the car, and have allowed him to screw my tits a few times. But the man loves blow jobs, so that's our deal nearly all the time. Still for his birthday I offered that I'd comply with his want, and prepared for the afternoon in question with a deliberated frenzy. 

I trimmed my already trimmed bush into a little heart for him, wore the garter belt, stockings and chemise he had given me for Valentine's Day. And before I left my house played a little with my pussy to ensure I'd be wet and ready.

It is not as if I had never had a foreign, non-cock, object inside of me. I wrote a story about My Love Affair with My Hairbrush, so I knew how hot it was to do one's self with a stiff object. Actually, while I like the real thing, there is something sexy about a non-fresh object. 

Lin's wife was at an all morning spa session, so when he called and told me the coast was clear I zipped over to his house, parking a block away to ensure prying eyes didn't suspect anything. Slipping into the house Lin assured me we had at least three to four hours, as he'd set it up that he'd meet and have lunch with his wife after her session. 

We made out for a little bit --- he is such a good kisser even after thousands of kisses --- and then he guided me to the basement where the shades and drapes were closed. Only some bright track lights illuminated the room as I asked him his pleasure, reminding him that he wasn't going to attempt to have sex with me. That assured, he asked that I open up the recliner and do what needed to be done while he sat across from me ---- probably 4 feet or so away --- and watch. Three bananas of different sizes sat on the stand next to the seat. 

You know, there probably isn't anything I wouldn't do if pressed by the man. He is so very special to me. So I decided to make his wish come true. First I flittered around the room, moving this, bending over that, making sure he always had a great view of my backside. I walked around his chair, asked if he was comfortable, and asked if he needed anything.

"Just you, Robyn, you are such a tease," said the man with a groan. 

Smiling, I kissed his cheek, and then moved around the front of him. I patted his cock through his pants, and asked him to take good care of my 'big hard toy." Then I moved a few feet in front of him, did a little curtsy, and began my exhibition.

It was if I was on stage, something I hadn't been on since high school. I slowly stepped out of my corduroy skirt and pulled the scoop neck blouse over my head to reveal the sexy undies I had selected for my task. Not much of a strip, but I attempted to be deliberate enough for positive effect. 

Lin sat in his chair like a sultan and waited for the main event to begin. I know he liked my outfit, because there was a huge bulge in his pants. He sort of groaned as I did my little sexy striptease. 

"Robyn you look so very beautiful," said the man, who soaked in my look from head to toe. 

Ignoring the man I smoothed out my stockings, adjusting the garter straps as if he wasn't there. In reality, the stockings were perfect, but I wanted him to "catch" me getting ready for him. It was almost as if he wasn't there, although he certainly was.

I walked over to the basement bathroom, leaving the door open, and slowly brushed my hair while making sure he had a good view of my garter framed ass. Task completed, I then fluffed my hair a little, and then started to adjust my lacy black push up bra which accentuated my breasts. I am not as big as some girls, but my tits are just fine for me. Of more importance, they are perfect for Lin, as he has told me on numerous occasions. 

Back to the recliner I walked, trying to forget the man was in the room. I told myself I was in my bedroom, alone, thinking of him. But I attempted to believe he wasn't there just several steps away from me. 

Sitting well into the recliner I hit the thingy that opened the bottom of the seat. Settled in, I closed my eyes and slowly started stroking my breasts, thighs and finally the inner thighs near my moist love nest. My hands brought be to a state of arousal, with my pencil top nipples extended well out of their normal shell. 

It felt so sexy playing with my body in front of him, knowing he was there but ignoring him. It was if I was in my own little world, away from everything, just like on the evenings when I needed to take things into my own hands at bedtime. That happened a couple times a week, but never dressed in the way I was at this point in front of Lin. Normally when I played with my pussy at home I'd be in my favorite baby doll nightie.

There was a tingly feeling spreading through my body as my hand neared my pussy. Moving my hand quickly past my core I rested fingers on the trimmed patch of hair above, stroking through the tightly mowed pasture that I'd gotten as close to a heart shape as possible with scissors and a mirror. I had through of having Jennifer, my hairdresser, work down there but thought better of it. What would she think!

While my hands were wandering my pussy was begging for relief. I was hot, so very hot, and needed to take case of business.

Slipping my fingers to the fold I began slowly playing with my pussy, deliberately fingering the slippery slit and bringing out some very nice sensations. After a bit of stroking I inserted my middle digit into my cunt and began finger-fucking my hot wet hole. 

"Ohh, yes," I moaned as the sensations intensified.

I couldn't believe how hot I was, how sexy I felt, how very naughty I was being masturbating in front of a guy. It was awesome. But I needed more, and now. I needed a cock. Remembering the fruit on the side table, I glanced over and eyed the bright yellow cylinders that soon were become so very intimate with me. 

How do you pick a banana to fuck yourself with? Who cares? Face it, if you are in the need of a fake cock and you are totally on the edge, the fact is that any of them would do the trick and serve the purpose. 

I picked the middle one, "Linford" I called it, and circled my hand around its middle. Holding the banana in front of me, I began stroking it with my fingers as if it was a cock. It didn't pulsate like a cock but it was sure hard. I brought it to my lips and began kissing and licking as I had thousands of times Lin's hard cock. The fruit wasn't hot ---- it was actually a little cold --- so I warmed it up with my mouth. I began blowing the banana before rubbing it over my cheeks.

In the background I heard Lin moaning and snuck a glance over at the man. He had lowered his jeans and taken his cock out of his boxers, stroking it while his gaze was focused on my body. 

Back to the task at hand I finished my little blow job and kissed the tip of the banana, making sure to leave it moist with my spit. Settling fully into the recliner I put my legs over the sides of the seat, opening my legs as wide as I could in a very, very unladylike fashion.

Lowering my hand I touched my pussy lips with my newly minted yellow missile and slowly began stroking my cunt with the banana. It was so very different than a real cock, not as hot and not perfectly round. It didn't have that mushroom-shaped tip, and it was actually tapered smaller at the end. But it served its purpose, bringing new sensations to my wet hole. 

For a few seconds I totally forgot where I was as I luxuriated to the sensations the bright yellow banana was giving my pussy. My head was pushed back into the recliner, my legs spread wide, and my hand holding open my pussy lips as I slowly slid the fake cock in with the other hand. 

Along the way my free hand slipped up to my clit, flicking it, and then siding down to feel the banana clipping into my cunt. My fingers continued their downward stroll, slipping between my ass cheeks and touching my ass hole. I've always found that touch so very erotic. While I'm not a girl who loves anal, I sure love the sensations of slipping fingers around my naughty back dark hole.

A groan from across the room brought me back to reality, as I once again realized that Lin was observing my actions. How could I forget? This show was, after all, for him. But my actions had taken me away from my main objective. 

Sneaking a glance at my older, mature boyfriend I realized he was still a guy. Whether 50 or 20 years of age they were pretty much the same when faced with a pretty girl playing with herself. He was clearly mesmerized, staring at the activities between my legs. It was if he was watching a movie, not a live sex show. I think that, if I could magically superimpose another girl's head on mine he wouldn't have noticed. 

Lin was totally focused on the banana making its way into and out of my snatch. I could hear his murmurings: "Fuck it, you slit. Stick it in there. Oh, you bad girl. You fucking whore, fuck yourself." Short, quick statements were coming from his lips as he intently watched me attempt to satisfy my insatiable pussy.

Watching him watch me brought tingles to my entire body, and I felt an orgasm coming from deep inside my pussy. I wanted to hold off a bit, but it wasn't to be denied. I've always been that way, once the "O" decided it was going to happen, it happened. 

Quickly I stroked the banana in and out of my soaking wet, pulsating cunt, bringing OOHs and AHHs from deep in my chest.. I closed my eyes, began to shake and groaned as my nerve-endings exploded. In retrospect, I didn't cum; I actually came twice as the naughty banana worked wonders on my pulsating pussy. 

When I opened my eyes there was a cock jumping around just inches from my face. Lin was no longer a non-participant, his cock wanted action. 

I reached for his cock with my free hand, but Lin merely said, "No hands."

Opening my mouth the man held his cock in his hand and rubbed it all over my face. 

"You are such a naughty, bad girl Robyn. You deserve a spanking."

Instead of taking me over his knees, as he has done many times in the past, he merely spanked my cheeks with his cock. Not hard, but insistent. His cock was half rubbed, half spanked my face. 

I've sucked that cock a thousand times, blowing him in every place imaginable, but on this morning it was so hot, so different. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth but he was having nothing of it. He just kept stroking my face with his cock.

"Turn over and get on your knees," instructed the man. 

I took the banana out of my pussy and got onto my knees.

"You look so very hot, Robyn," said the man. "Now fuck yourself again with the banana."

I reached behind my ass and slid the banana up and down my pussy from behind. I had to work at it, as it was a lot harder inserting the fake cock from the rear. Soon I hit pay dirt, though, and began fucking myself from behind.

Lin moved in front of me and began jerking his cock off right in front of my face. Again I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, offering my head to him, but he stayed a few inches away and jerked. 

I looked up and saw he wasn't really looking at my head, as I thought he had been, but saw he was looking over my ass at the hand with the banana. I kept fucking myself as the man barked orders.

"Fuck her, fuck her hard," he said, ordering the phantom man behind me to fuck my cunt from behind. 

All of a sudden I felt a hard cock at my lips, but before I could suck it into my mouth it exploded. Several shots of hot sticky man sauce glazed my face as Lin's dick blew its copious sperm sauce only my face. Some got into my mouth, some my nose and some my hair, but most coated my cheeks as he came as if he'd stored up for a week.

"Ahh, fuck," groaned the man before pushing his cock forward into my mouth. 

I was all head, as my one hand was still working the banana into my snatch while the other was holding me upright while I was kneeling there. I sucked the remaining cum sauce from his cock while unexpectedly another orgasm caused me to spit the cock out of my mouth. 

I moved my hand from my backside to my front, ensuring I didn't collapse. 

Taking his cue, Lin reached behind and grasp the banana and slowly held it inside my cunt as cum cascaded down my face. 

"Thank you for the wonderful, wonderful birthday present," said the man, sliding the fruit dick in and out of me.

Thinking about it later, it had to be an erotic sight for him. He had held the banana in my pussy while his cock was in my mouth. My face was coated with cum and I knelt there moaning. 

I wonder what he has in mind for my birthday? 



Doin' the Boss Ch. 13



(It has been a while since I have written. But with several emails wondering what was going on with Mr. Little and me I figured I should get some of it down on paper. Thanks for your interest. Don't forget to vote.)

In the years that I've known him, K. Linford Little has been kind and considerate but not a real gentleman.

I'm smiling at that statement, as I guess most people would think he's a perfect gentleman. He holds doors for ladies, smiles that cute smile of his at one's jokes, and always asks how you are feeling, doing and so forth.

But most people don't know my sweetie "Lin" as I know him.

That's because for the better part of 10 years we've had a special relationship, a mental, sexual relationship. I love Lin, he loves me, but not exactly how one loves someone. He has a wife and kids, and my former boss has a wealth of activities that keep him active and vibrant.

He also has me twisted around is finger, and to a certain extent, I have him in the same way. A special bond you might say.

We have sex. Often. 

In some ways I am so disappointed in myself for getting into this situation with a married man. Truthfully, it has hurt some of my relationships over the years. There is really no surprise there, because when you think of it there isn't an easy way to be in a serious relationship with one guy when you are seeing another who you really love on the side. 

Of course, it would ruin his wonderful (?) and perfect marriage if our escapades were uncovered. 

We've come a long way since I fell for him when I was his administrative assistant. Back in those days I seriously thought he'd leave his wife for me. When that didn't happen, we painfully separated. My time away from Lin, taking a new job, trying to forget about him, suffering through a bad relationship of my own, only made my love for Lin expand.

Ultimately we got back together on the sly, this time with me knowing he'd never leave his wife while he knew I wouldn't make such demands. Since then we've had a great relationship, I've learned to love him more and I know he loves me.

It's funny, but after years of seeing each other on the sly, using a car as a place to cavort rather than a bedroom, has never gotten old. We still find out of the way places to make out, secluded places for me to suck his dick.

I've dated guys while seeing Lin, actually lived with a couple, but what my former boss provided I couldn't find anywhere else.

Recently, our meetings have been a little complicated as Lin began having, well, problems with his equipment. Not always, but on several occasions he'd have difficulty in getting an erection, maintaining it, or getting an orgasm. You know, it bothered me at first, I thought he was getting tired of me. But once I got over that, and he assured me that wasn't the case.

I was content to suck his cock as long as he had enjoyment, and he assured me he loved it whether he was rock hard, semi-hard or whatever. He loved my lips on his balls and shaft, and while it was difficult he could generally cum with my mouth working its magic and maybe my hand stroking him. 

Then came the little blue pill.

We were meeting one rainy Saturday in a railroad station parking lot. We were parked out of the main thoroughfare, away from prying eyes, on what Lin explained had to be a brief meeting. 

"She thinks I'm at the lumber yard, but I only have an hour or so," said my former boss, 20 years older but a young stud at heart. 

We spoke for a couple minutes, and, like normal, stroked each other somewhere while we talked. On this day he was playing with my thighs, me his. A few minutes into our little meeting I felt the urgent pulsations coming from down below. His sock was not only hard, but it was pulsating, throbbing actually...and I had not even touched it.

"What have we here," I asked, maybe with a little surprise in my voice. 

Lin smiled. "It's all for you, Robyn, how about using those lips of yours to make me happy."

Well, that was better than "give me a blow job!" I took the hint, making a deliberate wandering of the hands to unzip his pants. It look a little effort to sliver my fingers inside the opening in front of his boxers, but I did. His massive cock was easy to find, but getting it out of the hole was a chore. It took a couple seconds, but when it emerged it was worth the effort. It was uncharacteristically huge!

Looking around, assuring the coast was clear, I reminded Lin to keep watch. Then I lowered my head into his lap. Once there, I kissed the tip of his cock before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue. What followed was my attempt at fully licking the entire cock from top to bottom, stem to stern, round and around.

He loved it. I could tell by his quiet moans. 

Lin always loved my oral ministrations. From the first time I did it in his office he'd compliment time after time about my oral prowess. Until he started telling me how good it felt I hadn't known that I had any talent in the blow job department. In fact, I guy I had seen in the year before I started seeing Lin complained that I nicked his cock when I blew him. So much so that he preferred I'd only lick his cock, not suck it. 

That made me hesitant to go down on Lin, but never once in our relationship had he had one iota of a problem with my oral skills. He told me I was the best he'd ever had, much better than his wife. It wasn't something I'd want advertised, but it was quite hot knowing he loved my mouth.

And love my mouth he did. Over the years I had given him countless blow jobs, in cars, baseball dugouts, a women's rest room and along the railroad tracks while an engineer got a spectacular view of me on my knees servicing Lin.

We'd been almost caught, and even caught, in the act a few times, no matter how much we attempted to slip into secluded, out of the way places. But the good news we'd never been hauled into the pokey or something. That, I have to admit, would be a very, very bad thing. So we tried our best to make sure we weren't caught. 

On this Saturday quickie I got right into the swing of it, luxuriating to the pulsations of his dick against my face. I hadn't felt that throbbing cock in a while, as most recently I had to worry about Lin not being real hard. But today he was rock hard.

I started sucking down on his cock, slowly from the top. Bobbing my head deliberately up and down, I could tell Lin loved it. He held the back of my head as I put a couple fingers around the base of his cock. That helped me jerk him off while sucking off the top half of his cock. 

Every so often I'd slow, and attempt to take his whole man meat into my mouth. I am not much of a deep throat artist, but I could get down to his pubic hairs with a little time and effort. When that happened, Lin would hold my head in both hands, and sort of rock it rather than pull it up and push it down. I think he realized if he move my head up in any way there was no way I'd get all of his cock back into my mouth with a lot of time and effort. 

So he merely circled my head around his cock, slowly luxuriating on the feelings while whispering all kinds of naughty things in my ears.

"Oh, you cocksucker...Robyn, you are so bad. It's all the way in, my cock is all the way in your mouth!" said the man with a groan. "You are a slut, a real slut. Sucking on my married dick."

You know, there were times when I hated some of the things he said, but he always apologized after and I really believe he only said some of the things for his own effect. I knew he loved me, that was obvious, so maybe I was acting slutty or whorish but I was neither. 

The quickie turned into a little longer affair, but in less than 15 minutes I knew he was close. He was moaning, and I started worrying he'd stopped guarding the fort. I heard train whistles, and not knowing if it was a passenger or freight train I figured we better end the escapade quickly just in case.

I lifted my head off his cock, stroking it faster while I cooed, "I want you to cum in my mouth, Lin, please shoot into my mouth!"

Stroking quicker I lowered my head just in time to catch several copious volleys of man sauce spurting from deep within him into my mouth. 

Lin likes it when I concentrate on the tip when he's cumming, but once he's dumped his load he likes me to take more of his cock into my mouth and just hold him there while using my lips to sort of milk the final drops of slimy stuff out of his faucet. 

This day was no exception. I drained his cock and swallowed most of his manly offering. 

"Oh Robyn, that was fantastic, you are marvelous," said the man. "You missed a little, it's on your cheek."

Slipping a finger onto my face, I pushed the wayward cum sauce into my mouth, making a production out of it bringing groans from Lin as his eyes were riveted on me.

We spoke for a few minutes, kissing, holding hands and savoring in the experience before Lin had to drive off to get his spackling or whatever. I laughed when I thought of that, because he had spackled my mouth minutes before with his own version of sticky sauce.

"It was the little blue pill, but I loved what it did," informed the guy.

So that's what it was. A little help from the Blue V!

@ @ @ @ 

The following week was one of whirlwind activity, as my current boss (no, I'm not attracted to him!) was preparing for an upcoming board meeting. Lin, for his part, was travelling a few days. So other than a pretty hot session of phone sex from his hotel room, we didn't have the opportunity to be together.

The following weekend his daughter was competing in a swimming competition, so it didn't look like we'd get together. Thus I was really surprised with an early Saturday phone call.

"Hi honey, what I surprise," I said when he called.

Lin sounded quite harried. "I just dropped Stephanie off for her meet, but she's not swimming for a couple hours," said my former boss. "I was wondering..."

"Yes?"

He sort of hemmed and hawed before asking if we could "get together" for a little bit. 

I read that to mean he wanted to meet in a secluded place me to perform a little salami munching. 

We met halfway, at a local park that was out of the way, and went for a short walk. Hand in hand, we spoke about this and that, bringing each other up to speed on the week's activities. 

"Do you want to give me a blowjob?" asked my former boss, smiling.

Looking around, he knew I didn't have to speak my answer. Sliding down to my haunches I watched as Lin lowered his zipper. He reached inside his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. Looking up at my former boss I saw the lust in his eyes. Those eyes were riveted to my face and I gave him a smile as I opened my mouth and slithered out my tongue.

Lin tasted a little musky today as I licked his dick. At first I thought it might have been from his early morning run. But as I slid my lips around his hardening cock it struck me. It was the taste of pussy.

My eyes must have opened wide as my head snapped back, popping against Lin's cupped hands.

I stammered something, as Lin smiled. "I had to honey, I had to fuck her this morning, it was the blue pill. I took it before bed last night and I banged her, and when I woke up this morning I had to do it again," said my former boss proudly. "Please suck me."

Shocked I told him he was a bastard, knowing full well it wasn't the first time he'd stuck a used cock into my willing mouth. But it had been years, and he hadn't been having sex often with his wife, or so he said. But I guess the blue pill gave him other ideas.

"Honey, I love you, I love your mouth. Come on a suck me, please?" My ex-boss knew he had pushed the envelope, humiliating me in a way. But by the same token the thought that he wanted my mouth, to be with me, so soon after having done his wife made me feel a little special too. 

Convinced of his love, I went back down on his dick. 

It was a struggle to get him to cum, especially since he'd had a lot of activity over the last 24 hours. But as he rocked in and out of my mouth I could feel his intensity rise. I was turning him on, way on, and he hurried his thrusts. He banged my mouth, much like he must have banged his wife's pussy hours earlier. 

"Oh Robyn this is so hot, so very hot. You are a wonderful cocksucker. You make me feel like a million bucks. Oh, it's hot. Blow me."

My head was slowly working up and down his cock, my mouth tightening and releasing along the way. Lin loved my cocksucking and he loved me, and I knew he was married, so once I got over the initial shock of tasting his wife I got back to what I love to do. 

"Oh Robyn you are the best," said my former boss, saying the words which were magic to my ears. "You look so beautiful, and your mouth is so very wonderful. Nothing feels as good as you. Oh, I'm gonna cum."

My head kept bobbing as the man held my head. He steadied himself, working my head around his throbbing dick. All of a sudden I tasted cum."

I savored the taste, holding it first in my mouth before swallowing his creamy load.

The guy had a way with me, even when naughty.

@ @ @ @ 

Over the next few months Lin, with a little help from his new friend ("worth every penny" he said) pummeled my mouth as often as we could meet. Sometimes we'd mess around for an entire weekend day (when he was supposed to be golfing) while other times it was a hair-trigger quick explosion in an unlikely place that might have taken a few minutes.

It didn't matter to me. I loved satisfying Lin, and I know he really enjoyed my company. 

We'd go on long walks, sometimes along a canal that was, in spots, near a freight train line. It got to be a little joke between us. If the walkway wasn't crowded, and we could see far in the distance, the hoot and toot of the locomotive engine in the distance would mean I'd be fed some cock. I think Lin liked the idea of someone catching us in the act, someone who couldn't stop the train and confront us. 

Whatever it was, it was a turn-on for him. So we'd hear the blast in the distance and Lin would stop and kiss me. Then, we'd look to make sure the coast was clear. If there wasn't several hundred yards of pathway clear of other people, he'd just hold me tight and kiss me as the train lumbered past. 

But if the coast was clear...watch out!

I'd get down on my haunches as Lin unleashed his cock from his pants. The entire maneuver probably only took five seconds from unzipping to getting his whang in my mouth. I'd bob my head up and down his dick while the train approached and kept it up as the mighty engine rolled past.

It was very erotic knowing I was pleasing my lover while it was possible someone (safely) could have observed us. 

The little blue pill made Lin's love-making a lot easier on his brain. He no longer worried about getting aroused, which was good for me in that he stopped apologizing about his difficulties. While I really enjoyed pleasing him, it was a little discouraging to always hear him saying he was sorry he was not hard. I guess what bugged me was I had never complained, so he didn't have to say he was sorry. Even when I was working a semi-hard cock for minute after minute I didn't complain. 

Still since it bothered him it affected me because of his embarrassment. 

That thought multiplied about four months after he started using the little blue pill. While he didn't have trouble getting an erection he did begin to have trouble having an orgasm. On many occasion I'd work his hard cock with all my abilities and not receive my sticky rewards.

"Robyn, this is tough, I can't cum," said the man late one day after I'd been working on his cock for a half hour. "I love the feeling, your mouth is wonderful, and I just can't cum."

I tried to diffuse the situation. "You been banging your wife, or, ahem, your secretary."

"Uh...huh."

Wrong answer, bucko. I asked if he's been doing wifey more often or if he'd tired of me and was visiting someone else.

"No, no, no. I mean, yes, I've fooled around with my wife, but nobody else. And I am having the same problem with her. I just am having a hard time cumming. I can work myself off but it is really work and I really worry about my heart. I get short of breath."

The good news was that it was bothering him enough to schedule an appointment with his doctor to see if something else was amiss. 

In the meantime, I looked at him and smiled.

"Did you really like the way I've been sucking you today?"

Embarrassed, he shook his head yes. 

He looked helpless there, his hard cock poking out of his pants into the air, the residue of my mouth work still wet on the tip. I thought of the times I'd had sex and had gotten so very close but not over the edge. I surmised his difficulties were similar to those feelings of mine. 

"You can get yourself off when you, uh, masturbate?" I asked.

"It's difficult, but yes, I can. Normally late at night when I am alone I can jerk off and cum with a little effort."

"But I can't seem to do it right?"

"Robyn, you are great. It's me."

I looked at the guy and realized how much I loved him. He was so very special to me, we'd shared so much in our years of a relationship. 

"Show me."

Lin looked surprised. "Huh""

"Show me, Lin, show me how you stroke your cock late at night."

My former boss and current lover was surprised to say the least. He questioned me again about what I wanted him to do.

"You have watched me masturbate," I said to the man. "Remember the banana? You watched me do myself with some fruit, so I surely can watch you do yourself."

A huge smile crossed Lin's lips. I swear his dick throbbed. 

Leaning back he reached down and slipped his left hand around his cock. He slowly began stroking himself, eyes closing and a little smile creeping to his lips. 

Watching the man stroke himself was hot. He no longer looked embarrassed and I wondered what (or who) he was thinking of. Not that it mattered. He was clearly enjoying himself in the driver's seat. 

Up and down his hands went, slowing to a stop from time to time. When he did stop he sort of worked the tip a little, and then went back to stroking the manhood. After two or three of these starts and stops he really began stroking and sensed his orgasm was imminent.

His head pushed back as he worked his dick and I heard him moan and grown to the tune of his stroking. He clearly was going to cum.

That's when I made my move. Okay, I didn't want the cum to get all over his clothing. But what I really didn't want was to miss a single drop of his hot sexy cum. I knew I had to wait for the right moment, because I didn't want to ruin whatever was going on with his dick or mind.

"Oh, Robyn," moaned my boss.

That was my cue. I bent my head over his midsection and down onto his throbbing, hand stroked cock. And just in time, I might add. Less than 30 seconds after my mouth arrived on his dick it began to spurt slimy sauce. 

My head bobbed on the top while Lin's hand stroked from the bottom. It was a perfect combination.

"Oh, suck me off Robyn, I'm jerking off in your mouth," cried out the guy. "Oh yes, oh that's good, I'm cumming."

And he was. Any difficulties he had earlier in the day or in recent blow jobs were long gone on this day. He shot two or three volleys of cum into my sucking mouth. I kept working the dick like I had in the past, forgetting all about his having to stroke it to get it ready.

"You are simply incredible, Robyn, than you so much," said the man after coming down off his cum-induced high. "You are so wonderful to do that for me, it was great."

Hey, I knew, as I tingled all over from the realization that I'd conquered the man that day.

He's heading in to his doctor's appointment in a week. I'll have to let you know how it goes if you like, but in the meantime I think --- no I know --- I will be sucking my former boss a few more times with the knowledge that if he has to help a little it will be totally alright. 



Doin' the Boss Ch. 14



Several readers have recently written me. I love to read the majority of notes, but you learn to take the good with the bad. I have to admit the notes that are insulting are, well, insulting, but then the very thoughtful notes make looking at some of the "bad" ones worth it. Thanks to all.



A couple guys asked what I have been up to, and quite frankly the job has been all-encompassing. There have been some layoffs and those of us remaining have more work to do.

That's not unusual these days, as I have friends underemployed and unemployed. I'm happy to have a job. 

Many of the notes referred to my former boss and current boyfriend Lin. We've been together 9 years, living parallel lives as public knowledge of our situation would cause pain. Still, we see each other regularly. He has a wife and kids, I have a new boyfriend, and somehow we have the inclination and the time to get together and maintain our relationship.

It has been made more difficult recently. Several months back we were nearly caught by his wife. Not in the act, but via credit card receipts. 

Over the years we'd been naughty in the car and at the park and had actually been caught in the act, but his wife never knew a thing. Then, like Al Capone getting caught on a tax rap, we were nearly busted.

He'd bought me some sexy unmentionables at The Secret, and the dumb ass used his credit card. His wife found the receipt and nearly caused World War Three. The only saving grace was that I knew, as his former secretary, that he was basically a dunce at times. So when he gave me the gift I made sure he went back and bought his wife something slinky and naughty as well. 

So when he was confronted with the receipt, he had a story. He ultimately stormed out of the room and brought back her gift, making her feel stupid. But some of the truths she threw his way – coming home late from work, disappearing here and there on the weekends, and so forth did strike close to home. 

We cooled it, becoming very careful on when and where we met. 

It turns out the real focus of Lin's wife's suspicions was his new secretary. A young 22-year-old who dressed on borderline inappropriateness and who always seemed to be flirting with any male caught the attention of his wife. I know, because I was a bit taken back as well when I met her. How's that, a wife and a mistress both upset with the looks of a new secretary?

Lin of course talked about Amber's strong secretarial skills, but I know I wondered about her oral talents. If Lin sampled some of that – he has no willpower – then I'd be pissed. 

So it was that Lin wasn't a total duffus. He calmly said she was a secretary in love with her boyfriend and that while she was enticing I was the object of his affections. I don't know where that left his wife, but it calmed my nerves. 

It's funny, I was speaking at a work function with a friend. She was talking about a co-worker, Mrs. Vincent, whose husband had passed away. She was in her 50s, like Lin, and she was seeing a guy in his early 30s, like me, and just couldn't accept the fact that an age was a number and sometimes it was meant for people to be together.

"She must be putting out more than she ever did, because he (boyfriend) loves to get between the sheets," snarled Cindy. "He's always after pussy."

I wondered how she knew, then it came to be, she must have been dating him at some point.

She must have been reading my mind. "Uh huh....he likes to have a finger up his derriere, and he really likes to do it in the car. We did it everywhere....he's a slut!" said Cindy with a smile. "Actually, he can be a jerk, and I just don't see Mrs. Vincent humping late at night down at Crum Creek Park."

Damn, that hit close to home, as Lin and I had made out at the Park numerous times, and I must have given him a couple dozen blow jobs there over the years. I wondered if Cindy had been in another car giving head while I was in a nearby car doing the same. Maybe it really is a small world. And of course I wondered if she was constantly after her guy like I was always seeking satisfaction from Lin. Just saying.

Shaking my head, we moved on to other conversations, but I thought it ironic she had a "problem" with the age difference not knowing the love of my life was just shy of 20 years my senior too.

In any event, Lin was special to me, and we had evaded getting caught by his wife, and that was a good thing. 

What helped even more was a staged meeting at the Mall. He had met his wife there after work for a little shopping outing, while I met my current boyfriend just because. When we each ran into each other, the guys holding our hands, Lin suggested we stop at a kiosk for coffee. There we talked about this and that before going our separate ways.

Ever the planner, Lin had planned a quick meeting for he and I after his wife and my boyfriend left. 

"That was good, our meeting," explained Lin. "She saw you with Alexander and that cooled her jets. I have to say, though, your rubbing his leg was a nice touch. She remarked when I walked her to her car that you two needed a room."

Laughing, I casually replied. "Yes I needed a room, but it would be you and me. It's been weeks, Lin, since we've done it. I am so hot for you."

"Me too," said my former boss. "But she's expecting me home within the hour. We can't tonight."

Shrugging my shoulders, I reminded him that we'd fooled around quickly in the past and I was willing right now.

"You are speaking my language, Robyn, let's get to the car."

Mine was closer so we got into the front seat and began making out. We were into a heavy kissing session, his hand underneath my sweater alternating caresses of my breasts and my rubbing his leg like I had Alexander earlier in the evening. I could feel the twitching in his pants as I circled his crotch. 

We were brought to reality by several hoots from some guys walking nearby. "Get a room!" was the cat call. Don't I wish!

They really couldn't see anything, but it was unnerving. We had to find a better place that the level of the parking garage that was adjacent to the movie theater, obviously. That bit of bad planning was solved when we drove up two levels, and parked near the ramps away from the stairwells before getting back to the business at hand. 

The thing is, we both relished our quick interludes. Some probably say quickies, but whatever you call it was quick and to the point satisfaction. This day I knew Lin only had a short bit of time with me before he had to get off to his wife, and I realized someone could walk past at any moment. So to keep the objective in mind I began stroking his cock while looking around the lot. Nothing was moving but my hand.

"Oh, Robyn, that feels so good, your hand feels great," said my former boss. 

It was hot, stroking him off in the parking garage. He was rocking but didn't seem to be close to orgasm, so I asked if he'd need some hand cream to increase the sensations. He nodded, and I reached into my purse while stroking that hard cock. Soon I had added the cream and the motions brought groans from my guy.

"Oh yes, Robyn, that feels great. Stroke my dick, oh yes, right here in the parking lot."

Stroking my man I knew he was enjoying from all his moans and groans. Looking around the parking lot I saw the coast was clear. This was so much fun; he was putty in my hand!

Soon I was rewarded with the notification from the man. "Oh, Robyn, keep stroking, I am so close, I'm going to cum!"

I stroked and stroked that hot hard cock, then bent over the man and engulfed that perfect cock with my lips as he started to shoot his sticky load. 

His cum shot out his cockhead into my sucking mouth as Lin gave a blow-by-blow descriptions." Yes, you are sucking my cock, you are sucking my dick. Suck baby suck." It wasn't poetic, but true. Swallowing the load and cleaning his cock was a thrill. I was tingling as I finished the blow job and then slowly lifted up from the mission.

Lin was laying back a big smile on his face. "That was amazing....but honey you didn't have to suck with all that gunk on my dick, the lotion."

Smiling, I told my man I wanted to taste his sauce, making a production of smiling, licking my lips and rubbing my stomach. "Oh that was so very good,"

Lin kissed me, running his tongue around my mouth and catching any leftover sperm as our tongues battled for superiority in my mouth. There are a lot of guys who won't kiss you after you take their load in the mouth. I call them ex-boyfriends. If a guy doesn't kiss you after giving head to him then he's not worth the effort. Lin learned early on how to please me after a blow job.

We both went home satisfied.

@ @ @ @

We spoke on the cell phone a couple times after that mall meeting, teasing each other. Lin said we had to cool it to ensure his wife wasn't on to us, and our jobs were busy too so we just kept up with each other as we could.

During a break Tuesday morning my good friend Carrie and I walked down to our local coffeehouse for some of the powerful real stuff. Away from prying eyes she hit me with her "embarrassing story of the weekend (we called it ESOW)." 

The ESOW was something Carrie came up with a several years before when her mother had opened the door to her bedroom and yelled in that she had a call on the landline downstairs. Carrie was stunned, especially because she had a vibrator working between her legs at the time. Her mom stopped mid-sentence, eye wide open and then quickly shut the door.

From that night on she locked her door when bringing out Mr. Vibrator.

Over the half dozen years I'd known her Carrie had been involved in numerous "compromising positions" that were laughable after the fact but embarrassing when they happened.

There was the time she was getting head from her boyfriend and lost in the moment she, well, passed gas.

"OMG Robyn, that was so embarrassing. Rick was startled, I was dismayed, and it was awful. But he was a trooper. He kept at it. I mumbled something about him taking me to a new level. But really, that was awful."

Laughing, I said that's when you know the honeymoon is over. 

I remember a few months ago Carrie told a quick story of this same coffee house we were going to. She stopped in the restroom there and was doing her business when the door opened a young girl came in mother right behind ---while Carrie was on the commode. Apparently she only thought she had locked the door. It was a comedy of errors and extremely embarrassing. "You would think they'd go out and give me privacy, but they stood there as I finished and damn I left that place red-faced without coffee. The kid kept yelling that I was peeing."

On this day she gave me another "you won't believe story." 

"Curt and I were down the shore, staying at one of those suite motels, you know where the bedroom separate from the main room," said Carrie, who went through boyfriends annually. "He used his hotel points, and it was great. They had an evening reception, limo to the casino, and breakfast included. Well we had a late night, and got up just in time for breakfast. They had waffles, awesome.

"Anyway, we took a quick dip in the pool before checkout, and headed back to the room. Well, one thing led to another as we were in the shower, which led to the bedroom where we, uh, you know, were getting it on.

"Curt was banging his bacon in me when the maid walked in and streaked, 'Just checking, sorry". Sorry, damn my legs were toward the ceiling and Curt was bonking away. Curt jumped up and the mood was lost. Damn, I wanted a refund for our free room. We left and saw several maids, and I swear all were snickering. I just wiggled my ass at them."

We laughed all the way down the street. The girl just had continual bad luck when it came to getting caught in the act. But it was so funny listening to her, she was such a trip.

But as much as Carrie was adventurous with her boyfriends, my co-worker Kathy had time and again amazed me with some of her nocturnal activities with her husband. John loved to "get it" regularly and she'd mentioned they'd done it on the side of the road on the way home from a party, in every room of their house and even with her over and on top of the washing machine....while it was on.

"JB was up to it again," said Kathy with a chuckle while we were inside the file room, away from prying eyes and listening ears. "Sometimes he amazes me."

"Well, it wasn't his birthday!" was my laughing reply. "You can sit today!"

John "JB" had a habit of collecting special sex on holidays. He screwed his wife up the ass. It was a tradition that started years before, where Kathy gave her ass cherry to him on his birthday. Since that time whenever a holiday came around Kathy would take him up the chocolate speedway. It became the office joke after holidays.

"No, no holiday this weekend thank goodness, but he was a pervert...he woke me up this morning rubbing his dick in my ear!"

I had to laugh, not knowing whether she was BSing me or telling the truth.

"Really, he was rubbing against my ear, then he started rubbing the tip of his dick on my eye, I told him to go in the other room and get the hair conditioner and take care of himself and let me sleep, but he had other ideas. He is going on a couple day business trip and I guess last night's goodbye sex wasn't enough, he wanted more. He was horny as a guy in a whore house carrying a full wallet. I kept telling him to get away, leave me alone, but he wouldn't take no for an answer."

When Kathy started her stories, they always had some good ending. This one was no exception.

"I finally got up and made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and all of a sudden I was bent over the sink and JB was taking me from behind. I yelled at him to stop but it started getting good and...well....it was really good. Damn, I think I am walking funny this morning. We showered together and I had to clean his dick with my mouth and soap and water. He better bring me a nice present from Chicago."

That's Kathy, always up to something naughty, which for someone married so long is really great to hear. Her honeymoon continued long after the wedding vows were exchanged. 

Of course, I'd had a few of the same kind of situations. Lin was always doing naughty things that could embarrass the hell out of me.

Still, the situational embarrassment could go a long way toward making a tough day of work a whole lot better to deal with. 

One of the bad things about having an improper relationship with your former boss is that you have to keep it quiet from your friends. I mean, how would it look if, say, my boyfriend and I were at a party with Carrie and her boyfriend and she inadvertently asked how my lover was doing. Not cool.

Carrle did know that Lin and I had been in a relationship at one point --- she counseled me it was not good to sleep with your boss. She thought that Lin and I stopped seeing us years before, but she knew I had done some serious head bobbing with him in the past. 

That was apparent when during one of our ESOW revelations years before I mentioned that Lin and I had been observed by a hiker down at the railroad trail. We had left the trail, were over by the river, and I had my jacket on the ground and was kneeling on it. Why, I had to do something in that position, so I was sucking Lin's dick. 

There had not been many people on the trail, hardly anyone. And we were way off the main trail, and we had only been there for a few minutes. Yet somehow there I was feverously sucking cock in nature when we heard a gasp. A young guy on a bike had come down the trail and stumbled upon us mid-blow job.

He was in his 20s, a young guy with big eyes. The scramble that ensued was priceless. I pulled away and fell over trying to jump to my feet, while Lin maneuvered his cock into his pants. All this happened with the guy stunned. I mean, he didn't move. I swear his mouth was gaping open at what he stumbled onto. 

"I, uh, I am so sorry," he stammered. "I didn't know you were back here. I just wanted to see the river."

Lin and I looked at each other, both with the reddest of red faces, and began to laugh. Lin pointed, "It's over there." Then the kid started laughing. 

Lin held me close as the guy turned around. "I can stay down at the front of the trail and watch out for you if you like."

The kid was pretty smart. But Lin lamented he wasn't up to the task, and we instead walked out while the guy sped away. Carrie got a good laugh at that one.

During one of the spans where Lin and I broke off our relationship I told Carrie and she even set me up on a couple dates. I never told her that Lin and I started seeing each other again.

It was great having friends like Carrie. She was always leaving me on a positive note, built up my confidence and helped me when I was down. In many respects she was a perfect complement to Lin, who was always positive, helped me when I was short on the rent money and had an incredible knack of making me feel like the most attractive, smart and fun-loving girl around. Oh, and we made magical sex together as well.

@ @ @ @

A week later, on a Tuesday morning I was in the midst of applying makeup when my cell rung. It was Lin.

"Good morning, Sweetie, can you talk?"

"Of course, handsome. How's your morning?"

Lin spoke of a harried morning, but a good one. He was seeing some clients today, so was already at work. He complained a little about a stain on his precious pool table after one of the kid's parties over the weekend "Damn, I was pissed, but it needed resurfacing anyway."

We caught up with things, nothing special, and then he had to go to his meeting. But he asked that I keep Saturday morning open for him, maybe 10 go noon because he "had an idea."

Now, I probably don't have to tell you that Lin's ideas usually had me falling down onto my knees, but there was nothing wrong with that! I told him I'd move my hair appointment from the morning to afternoon and be available. Then next couple days I wondered what was his plan...we more often than not met on the spur of the moment so he had something up his sleeve.

Saturday morning rolled around and Lin called at 8:30 asking me to meet him at the park about a mile-and-a-half from his house. There was a huge parking lot there where adventurous types parked and took their bike rides around a large man-made lake. 

"Honey, can you wear a skirt, I want to see those long sexy legs!"

Okay, I was intrigued. Wonder what he was up to. There would be way too many people around for us to fool around, and it was relatively close to his house. I questioned the wisdom but he told me not to worry. I didn't, he had more to lose than me so what would be would be. 

My mind wandered when work was light during the day. He had been so secretive. Wear a skirt, nothing more. I hope I could have on a tee or something too! I couldn't help myself, I was laughing out loud.

Saturday morning couldn't come quick enough. I painted my toes Friday night and in the morning picked out a flowing blue skirt, light blue top, and matching light blue bra and panty (thong) set that made me look cute but not slutty. Tied my hair back, added a little jewelry they headed off to our rendezvous.

Parking away from the main road near some large oak trees, I sat and watched some hikers and bikers and people of all shapes and sizes out for morning exercise. After only a couple minutes Lin pulled in alongside my car. 

"Honey, get in the back seat!"

Huh? I didn't expect that greeting, but I did. "What...?"

"Shush, no problem, just scoot down a little I thought I saw one of the neighbor's cars down the other end of the lot."

Lin began Driving Ms. Robyn, a Robyn full of questions. We drove toward his house, and when we got to within a couple blocks he told me to stay down as far as I could. Following directions, I did, and soon I felt the car start, drive, then slowing. A couple minutes later Lin hit the garage door opener and pulled inside.




Doin' the Boss Ch. 14



"Now, that worked well," said my former boss. "Coast is clear, we made it away from prying eyes."

Scooting out of my hiding space I asked if the coast was really clear, and Lin mentioned he had called his wife right before picking me up and she was at the hair salon and would be for another 90 minutes or so. They were going to meet down the street from the salon for lunch so we didn't have a lot of time but the coast was indeed clear.

"So what's going on, Lin, what are you up to."

"Remember my pool table? Well last Saturday night we were out and the kids had a little get together. Apparently my daughter took her boyfriend upstairs for, well, you can guess, leaving another couple downstairs. They did it on the pool table, simple as that. Wouldn't ever have been known except they didn't place anything underneath themselves and, well, you can see there's a spot there of who knows what. In any event, I have to get it re-topped, and I thought that since it was getting "fixed" anyway you and I could, well, play on it some."

That Lin, he is always up to something different.

We didn't have a lot of time so we went right down to the basement where, at the bottom of the stairs he pulled me close and passionately kissed me. We made out a little, touching and feeling and kissing, and acting probably like the young couple had the week before.

I worked my way down his body, kissing his lips, neck and then began fiddling with his zipper but he pulled me up and walked across the room. We sauntered next to the pool table and he lifted me onto it. 

Soon I found myself on the soft felt on the pool table with my ex-boss giving me a sly smile.

"Honey," said Lin, "will you play with your pussy for me."

I smiled at the man and centered myself on the pool table. Lin wanted to be a voyeur today!

Wiggling out of my form-fitting dainty panties, soon my skirt was up and my legs demurely spread as my hand covered myself. Smiling at my guy, I slowly began stroking my pussy. First I slid my hand up and down the crack, and then worked fingers slowly around my clit. My eyes were closed and I knew Lin's were glued to my core.

Hearing Lin's breathing accelerate brought me satisfaction and a smile. I luxuriously played with my pussy as if nobody was observing. But then Lin broke the spell when he asked me to "use this". 

"This" was a six inch red jelly vibrator that soon was on a low setting and being slid up, down and around my pussy. I worked the little gizmo all over, and its shaking and shimmering brought out all kinds of sensations from my pussy.

Lin was always pulled a special rabbit out of the hat, doing something naughty or sexy or crazy. That made our meetings so very special. 

"It's my wife's," said my boyfriend, and I let out a gasp and then nearly threw the buzzing tool away. Soon, though, my head told me to do otherwise as it was so very hot. I was fucking myself with the same object his wife used when she was fucking herself. That Lin was incorrigible. 

Perverted, yes, but I was too far gone to stop. I moved the vibrator against my clit and savored the sensations. The little magical wand was working wonders on me and soon I was moaning in ecstasy. Damn it felt great, so much so that I forgot that I had an audience.

When I came down from my high and opened my eyes I saw Lin motioning me toward the end of the pool table. He'd put a rolled up towel along the edge and told me to put my head over the edge. Hum, wondered what he wanted next, as if I didn't know. 

I was looking at his cock from a different direction. I had often kidded Lin that he didn't know what color my eyes were, because he was always looking at the back of my head as I sucked him off. This day, thought, he had a good look at my chin and below. 

He began rubbing his cock against my cheeks, then teased my mouth before moving back to my cheeks. "Lick me!" he insisted, and I began to lick his cock. After a bit he held his cock and directed me lower and I licked his hairy balls for a bit before taking one of the sacks into my mouth. I securely held the ball sack there, savoring the sensation of him whacking his dick right above me. 

My initial thought was that he was going to cum on my face while I held his balls, but that would have been impossible because of the angle. He could cum on my neck or my tits for that matter but I'd have to lift by top and my hands were already way too busy. Then I realized he just loved the look of me playing with his balls while he jerked off right above me. It must have been a sensual sight. Soon though he carefully disengaged himself from my mouth and I began to scoot up.

"Wait, honey, you still have work to do down there," said my former boss. While waiting I kept that jelly vibe slipping along my nether lips, and the sensations were superb. I was thinking of that missile when I realized he'd turned around and I was gazing at his ass. 

"Robin, I want you to kiss my ass....go ahead kiss and lick it," was the sultan's command. 

Let me tell you, he took me a little back here. I wasn't really all that enamored with ass play, I mean the playing is fine but the tasting of ass is something I'd never really wanted to do. But Lin's ass was in front of me, closing in toward me, and I was sort of stuck where I was.

A little ass kissing for my lover really wasn't a terrible thought, so I puckered up and slowly began placing kisses along each ass cheek. Each of them brought a little shiver from my guy, and it was hot knowing he was feeling special sensations and enjoying the action. 

But then I saw his hands reach around both cheeks, grab hold and pull apart. Directly in front of my eyes was his open ass crack and, well, bunghole. I had a perfect view.

"Lick it, Robyn, lick my ass," was his soft demand. 

I could have said no, I could have pushed him away. I could have done a lot of things but what I did was carefully stick out my tongue and begin a bathing right down the middle of his ass cheeks. My nose was directly against the ass hole and I could smell the naughty scents there as my tongue slipped carefully up and down his ass crack. 

I remember hoping he'd cleaned himself off, very, very carefully, but a minute into it I forgot about hygiene and more about the task. 

Lin was moving against my head, like he does when his cock was in my mouth but this time I had the protruding item, my tongue. "Lick me, Robyn, oh yes, lick my ass. That is unbelievable. Oh yes! Don't stop."

My virgin tongue was lapping an ass, and soon another first occurred.

"Put it up my ass, Robyn, put that wonderful tongue up my ass."

In for a penny, in for a pound, I licked lower as he held those cheeks well apart. I had a perfect view of his asshole; I took aim, extended my tongue, and licked that tangy hole. 

I'd like to say it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. It definitely wasn't Pfish Food ice cream, it wasn't a medium rare ground sirloin burger cooked to perfection by the beach washed down by a great beer. No, it was musky, it was zesty, naughty and, well, somewhat unpleasant. 

My tongue wormed its was up his asshole. Linford was moaning so I kept going. I slipped my tongue in his private place, fucking his ass with all I had. I mean, I couldn't have gotten up there more than a half inch or maybe a little more, as my face was plastered against his ass but it was still terribly exciting. 

Lin was going crazy. He no longer held his cheeks apart, rather he was guiding my head, holding it securely against his ass and gradually pushing and pulling millimeters back and forth as if he didn't want me to escape. He was shaking, moaning, groaning and making all kinds of noises while I performed the sensuous tongue bath of his asshole. 

Soon his hands left my head and I moved a little away, my tongue leaving his asshole as I gasp for breath. Of course, the smell was musky but I was used to it at this point. I realized Lin was moving his ass in a fucking motion and realized he was jerking off while I licked a little more around the crack.

In a flash he turned around, stroking that big manly cock toward my face, and let out a groan before he shot his cum sauce all over my face in one, two, three and four copious shots. He coated my face with his cum and between that and the jelly vibrator working my clit below brought forth another orgasm from deep inside me. 

We came together, him on my face and me on his wife's vibrator. I mean, if all those factors didn't cause the Big O nothing would have. 

I left the tube in my pussy as I reached up to hold Lin's hips, directing his midsection against my face and soon his dick into my mouth. There I held it securely for a couple minutes as it slowly shrunk. 

"My god, Robyn, that was so intense, that was so very unbelievable no matter how you slice it. What a great feeling, you were wonderful back there and I can't remember cumming as much as just now."

Upside down still, I smiled and told my lover how my series of orgasms were not only intense but deep. "I nearly lost control of myself, Lin, it was unbelievable. And you broke my tongue cherry too, you bastard."

My former boss had a huge smile on his lips. He shook his head a little before telling me he wasn't sorry at all and that he had an idea that I was a great ass-kisser. 

His cum was slithering down my face, so I had to close my eyes or feel that pain. Lin, ever helpful, began fingering the cum away from my eyes but plastered it all over my face, from forehead to chin, giving me a sort of glazed feeling as the dollops became a coating. 

We savored the moment, with me scooting down to bring my head back onto the pool table cushion. Lin got onto the pool table and we cuddled for a few minutes before he brought us back to reality. "It's getting late, and we should really go before I get into trouble with my wife."

Oh yes, he did have a luncheon date with his wife. We got off the pool table and I started toward the bathroom.

"Honey, stop," said my man. "I would love for you to go home with my cum on your face. That would be so very hot."

Shaking my head, I began to protest, and then thought to myself, "Why not." It's not as if I was stopping anywhere or that anyone would really see me. 

We made ourselves presentable and I insisted Lin take the vibrator into the bathroom and soap it off so his wife would not suspect. He did, and then took it up to her hiding place and carefully putting it back where he found it. We entered the garage with me in the back seat again for our secret escape. 

The ride to the park and my car was uneventful, and halfway there Lin said the coast was clear and I slipped over and back into the front seat. 

We got to the park and Lin kissed me.

"Oh, I detect some cum on your lips, honey. You are so naughty, and your face is actually glazed. Wow! Maybe you should meet us for lunch!"

Laughing, I reminded him that his wife wasn't that stupid. 

He looked around, gave me a quick kiss, and I was on my way home. Along the ride I wondered how I could tell Kathy or Carrie about my escapade without them knowing the guy was my former boss.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 15



One of the beautiful things about writing stories for Literotica is that it's so very anonymous. I mean, you can write about your most intimate desires, your most exciting affairs, your wife or your husband and know that only you, your editors and some staff know anything about you. 

It's quite exciting actually. 

When I wrote my first story I used the name Constance as it sounded so innocent and an editor suggested it would turn guys on. After a handful of stories I began using my real middle name, Robyn. Heck, I think other than my parents, my brother, my still married boyfriend and my close friend Stephanie are the only ones who know me by that moniker. 

Writing allows me to expand on my secret life, the one only a select few know about. No, I'm not a bank robber on the lam from the cops, I'm not in the witness protection program and I am certainly not some kind of ax murderer or something. If you knew my friends, you'd think I was the most innocent of women. If you knew by current boyfriend Mark you'd think I was on the straight and narrow in just about all aspects of my life.

Late paying bills? No way. Late for work? Not happening. Miss important dates like birthdays or anniversaries? Never happen. I'm organized thanks to School of Secretarial Science (yes, it was called secretarial!), and I tend to do the right thing and the right time. 

So, reader, how in the world did I get involved with my married boss and spend more than a decade in an improper affair? How did I find myself in embarrassing situations with him, like the time he was spanking me in the forest (and I liked it!) when a guy stumbled upon us and caught us in the act (and I liked it!). 

How did I find myself being satisfied sexually by sucking the cock of a guy 20 years my senior without regard for the unbelievable wrong it was? How could I babysit his kids? How did I submit to his wants and demands without a whimper?

Look, unlike some of the notes I've received, I'm not a whore. I don't consider myself a slut, but I guess there is something very wrong about me. Still, I so much enjoy my oh so married K. Linford Little and his bulging dick. I really do.

And no matter what other relationships I find myself in, I always seem to find myself doing naughty, nasty things with my former boss, my current lover, and the guy who I am most comfortably in love and lust with, Lin. 

Stephanie and I had traded stories about our bedroom exploits over white wine and cheese. We've related the most intimate of secrets (she was blowing a guy when he passed gas, I was striping for a guy when I fell and twisted an ankle and ended up in the hospital). 

She once had sex with three different guys at three different locations within one 12 hour period. A long and sexy story and led to the two of us masturbating in the same room while she told the naughty story.

On several occasions I'd gone on double dates and had sex in the car while the other couple was coupling at the same time...and I snuck glances at their actions (and they ours). 

Yes, we have told each other of missed periods, or embarrassing situations or even the most intimate details of our lives. Stephanie was close to me, but as close as we are Lin is my closest friend. 

I have to be totally honest with you. I know there have been times in our relationship that I was just a "loose" girl who put out for her boss. I've done things that good girls just don't do. I've had sexual escapades with a totally married man who has a lovely wife Mary and a pair of wonderful daughters.

For that matter, there was a time when I actually pitched in and babysat the daughters while Lin and Mary went out for a special occasion. And on that night, on the ride back to my house, Lin stopped and I fellated my boss, sending him home with a shrunken, happy dick. 

Thinking back over the years, I've done things with Lin I'd never dream of doing with other guys. I mean, well, I've used a banana on myself while he'd directed the action. I've allowed me to fellate him in parking lots, mall garages, local parks, ballfields and even a hotel window.

I did this when living a real life with boyfriends that included a financial analyst, bank manager and even a minor league ballplayer. Life A would include me as the perfect part of a couple, Life B would be sneaking away and meeting with my special love, Lin. Over the years I'd probably downed a couple gallons of cum from his Life B beautiful spout. Our escapades probably totaled more than 1000. Whatever, wasn't counting, but the point is Lin is truly wonderful and my love. 

Still, he was hopelessly married. I knew that. He wasn't leaving his wife, and I did have a life outside our relationship. In some ways, it was the best of both worlds once we each found a way to handle it. It wasn't easy, jealousy can make terrible conversation and ruin relationships. We somehow figured out a way to stay terribly in lust with each other while being able to maintain relationships with others. 

And we didn't get caught.

Oh, we'd been caught. By the guy who watched me getting spanked in the woods. By the cops who caught us at the train station after an engineer called to complain. By the walkers who caught an eyeful just past the ballfield. But we hadn't been caught by his wife. That was job one. 

It's funny, over the years I'd changed hairstyles, skirt lengths and even boyfriends, but there was one constant in my life: Lin. Even when he started having trouble down below, difficulty in having an orgasm, just having his dick in my mouth was not only exciting but comforting as well. 

Like a salted caramel cake pop, I loved his lollypop whether semi-hard or bulging and ready to burst. It took a little extra effort at times, but it was worth it!

Over recent months it felt like Lin was reverting to his younger years. I blew him a lot in the car like horny teenagers. I'd wear short skirts and stockings at his insistence, and do things his wife would never dream of doing. He'd make me happy in many ways, by his presence and his presents. The guy was generous!

A little over a year ago I began working for a local salesman who hit a home run marketing a product. He opened a small office in a strip mall and hired me to handle the office while he was out selling. It was great, because I could get my work done and have flexible hours which allowed me to fit in yoga classes and visits to the local coffee house without having to worry about clocking in and out. 

It also allowed for a little privacy, in that it was easy to determine where my boss was and when Lin could slip over for a little bit of that good old suck the salami. That made my boyfriend happy indeed, as there was nothing he liked more than a quickie for his dickie. 

As mentioned, our quickies did take longer than when we first met, as Lin took longer to get to his peak. It didn't bother me, as I loved going down on him and whether for five or 15 minutes it was fine by me. 

When he started using the little blue pill he lost the problems of getting hard for me. Again, I liked going down on the semi-hard dick in that I could get it all into my mouth. But I knew it bothered him. So the pill corrected that problem.

But getting the Big O was still a problem. It took him longer, so the little special things that turned him on helped expedite matters. And the quicker things were, the better the changes of not being caught in the act.

On a recent date Lin asked me if I ever purchased a second vibrator. This conversation resulted from the afternoon when Lin used a dildo on me...except it was his lovely wife Mary's fake cock! On that day, I didn't know I was using his wife's prop until after it was rocking my world. 

That was so very hot, and made me hot thinking about it in future masturbatory sessions. So on a lunch date when Lin brought up a newspaper story my eyes widened. The story spoke about vibrators being sold at pharmacies. No longer only found in adult shops, the little doozy's could be purchased down the street. 

It was just making conversation, but it got me thinking. Later that day I stopped at my local pharmacy, and, surprise, there were two vibes available. A bit embarrassed, I looked them over when something else caught my eyes on the shelf above and right below the racy colored condoms. 

It was a vibrating cock ring. Heck, I had a vibrator, but I never had a cock ring in my hand. I purchased one that day for my boyfriend, although it was embarrassing in that the pimple-faced clerk cast a wary eye toward my selection. Thankfully nobody was around and I scooted out of the store with a red face.

Keeping the little machine a secret, I wanted to wait for a special occasion to give it to Lin, surprising him. I was guessing, just guessing, he'd never used one. But who knows? 

The following Saturday my best girlfriend Stephanie were slated for lunch at the mall. Lin called at 8, saying he had about an hour open that morning --- at the same mall. His wife was getting her hair done, and he was going to drive her. Would I like to meet and say hi for a new minutes?

Smiling to myself, I just knew what the old codger was thinking! Why waste an hour shopping when you could get your dick sucked. The thing is, even thought I knew that, I was more than happy to say yes. Every time we were together was a treasure, exciting and I just loved being with him. Hey, it was where I needed to be anyway right?

Arriving at 9:45, my cell rang minutes later. Lin had dropped off Mary and suggested we meet at our "usual" location on the fourth floor of the parking structure. The five story building rarely filled up and most of the time people would park near the entrances. The only exceptions were those new car buffs who parked away from everything to evade nicks.

On this day, however, there was some action on the fourth floor. A score of cars were parked and a driving instructor had cones all over as he taught his students to traverse the structure. Lin motioned upstairs, and we drove to the top of the structure.

We convoyed upstairs to the top of the parking lot, with Lin finding a slot away from all the entrances, right next to a stairwell. I pulled in next to him. We kissed hello and Lin said that although this was in the open it was away from any action. Plus he could watch the stairs while my car blocked the side. 

Laughing to myself, I knew what he wanted! Why after all these years would I expect the horny guy to not want a blow job? I mean, what guy doesn't? So what if he just left his wife at the salon? 

We exchanged pleasantries for a couple minutes, Lin's hand stroking my leg, catching up on things that had happened since we'd last met. Usual pitter patter while his stroking seemed a little more intense. I noticed a little twitching in his pants and couldn't help reaching over and stroking his lengthening cock. 

Time was wasting, and I knew what he wanted. Why dispute that fact? My ex-boss had one goal in mind and it was my lips on his cock. No need to guess.

Unzipping his fly I made a production about finding a way to unleash his cock from his trousers. He was hard, so it wasn't an easy task. He was sort of stuck in his boxers, so improvising I used fingers to open the slit in the front and slipped the rock hard dick through and out into the open. Voila! 

"Oh Robyn, I love your hands, I love the way you play with me," said my boyfriend. "You treat me so very well, I love it."

All the while I was stroking his cock, playing with the pulsating whanger. Damn it was so hot for me, stroking a dick in a naughty place and time and situation. His damn wife within walking distance, cars slipping past. 

I pulled out my gift for him, the vibrating cock ring, and slipped it on while the guy looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

"What the heck is that," said my guy.

"Trust me," was my reply.

I slid the ring down his cock to the base and told him we were now going steady. Then I clicked the vibrating ring and wow, it started moving his dick.

Looking around I waited for the appropriate time to lower my head for safety's sake, but of course Lin was only thinking about the sensations on his dick.

"Hurry girl, that feels so very hot. Oh my you are so very sexy," said the guy. "That feels incredible."

I knew from experience that I had to error on the side of caution. Once I went down on him our fates could be in his hands. By that I mean we'd been caught a few times and luckily nothing bad had happened. But I needed the coast to be clear before embarking on my mission, because while he was supposed to be keeping watch he sometimes got lost in the action (which really is expected, right) and can miss someone getting close to the car.

Seeing nobody around, I scooted a little closer, looked around again, and lowered my head to his vibrating cock. I will never get tired of the sort of exhaling he does when I get near his dick. It's like, well, finally! Anticipation then action. I licked the tip, around and around, before looking up and asking if it was okay.

"Oh, just suck my dick, Robyn, suck my dick. That's awesome."

Hearing his pleas, I got to the task at hand. Grasping the base of his cock, I stroked it a few times before lowering my head onto the lovely hard man meat. Sucking the tip brought oohs and aahs from the man above, and when I tightened my lips I could hear him gasp. 

"Oh Robyn I've been waiting for this, I've been waiting for you to suck me....I love your lips, you are an angel," said the man with a grunt. 

He loved my mouth action, doing something his wife hates doing. I could never figure that out, but I was happy that she hated sucking cock because I absolutely enjoy doing it to her man. That's awful I know, but it's the truth. I get lost in the action sucking Lin's cock, moving my head in tune with his bouncing in the car seat. 

He rocked in my mouth as I stroked him, my mouth merely an implement at this point as he was nearing nirvana. I mean the stroking in my hand on his cock helped, the thought of us doing it in the car and all that just was sending him over the edge. It wasn't long before his dick was throbbing and I knew I was going to get my just rewards.

"Suck it Robyn, suck my dick. Oh my that's so good, so hot, so oooo," my guy was losing it as I sucked him off. His hands caressed my head and then held it still as he began to erupt in my sucking mouth. He shot his cum sauce, spurt after spurt, as I continued sucking him off.

His cum filled my mouth, and I swallowed it all while still sucking his dick.

The man finished, but I kept his dick in my mouth. I love it when it starts shrinking and I keep it semi-hard, cleaning it off of all sticky residue. I just love that feeling of accomplishment, mission achieved!

Finished the deed, I lifted up and kissed my man. He knows how much I enjoy kissing him after sucking him off, and even if he didn't like it he knew the right thing to do was to kiss me and thank me for completing my job in a timely manner.

Sliding off the cock ring, I smiled and told him if he was a good boy he could use it again.

The afterglow lasted a bit, but he soon had to get to his wife, and I had to get to my luncheon date with Stephanie, so we bid our goodbyes until next time. Back in the mall I arrived for lunch a couple minutes after Stephanie.

"Hey, I texted you, I thought you were here already!" said my best girlfriend.

"I was, but got, well, had to deal with a hard problem."

"Oh my goodness, you didn't," said Steph, pulling me close. "Damn girl, I smell cock on your breath. You just blew him, didn't you."

Nodding my head, I smiled. Told her she was jealous! And the two of us laughed and laughed at the whole situation. 

Stephanie has been married about six years now, and she's made it clear that what Lin and I do in the privacy of our cars or wherever is what it is. It's just she can't imagine my love of the blowjob. She hates giving them, and basically only blows her husband on special occasions. Oh, she loves it when he goes down on her, she just doesn't like to reciprocate. 

To each her own. 

We sat in the mall restaurant near the window, watching people both inside the restaurant and outside. It was a great place to watch people. After a bit she nodded outside where Lin and Mary were walking by, hand in hand. 

"I wonder what she'd say if I went out and told her you had just blown her husband earlier today," said Stephanie with a smile.

"I'm guessing she'd kick my ass and then his," was my retort. "But it is funny, you know, seeing them. I know he loves her. He loves me too, but he really loves her."

Stephanie said it must be an addiction, and who knows, she's probably right. I so much enjoy taking care of my former boss. 

I asked Stephanie when she'd next satisfy her husband orally and she said probably on their anniversary. Wow, that's a couple months away. I just can't imagine that.

It got me thinking, wondering when Lin and I would get together next. Yes, I think I'm addicted to him. Thinking of earlier in the day when his cock was buried in my mouth, his hands on my head, me moving up and down. Wow. That's mind-blowing and has me wet thinking about it.



Doin' the Boss Ch. 16



Thanks Molly for the help with this. Thanks to the readers for motivating me to act and write.

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Sometimes I wonder why I've allowed myself to do the things I've done. Chosen to do the things I've done. Life brings for a whole lot of challenges and opportunities. 

For example, I have dated a lot of guys, been intimate with some. But I didn't have to take up with a married man, I didn't have to fall in love with him and live an almost parallel life, but I did. No excuses. I just did it.

K. Linford Little is very special to me, and I treasure the time we have together. It's been years that he's been seeing my on the sly, and we've had to lie to cheat, we've had to sneak around, but in retrospect it's been a very satisfying relationship. The thing is, I really adore his wife, and I know he loves her. But we still do the things we do.

Several people, men and women, have written that I'm nothing but a slut, a whore a loose woman who deserves the worst. Okay, everyone is entitled to their opinion. But I never threatened Lin with exposure, never pretended to be knocked up, never did anything to concern him. I just didn't stop things when they continued to get out of hand.

It was just so damned hot being with him, doing the naughty things we do, pushing the envelope of sexual escapades and ecstasy in ways only dreamed about. Still, while I am in love with Lin am not some hussy sitting and waiting for him to call. When he does, I'm generally there. But by the same token I live my own life. I've been gainfully employed, have had several relationships good and bad. 

Still Lin was the special one. We've been together more than a decade, and have lived through many situations and problems. I've babysat their kids, I've done terribly naughty things with him in his house. But never in he and his wife's bed. Oh, we did cavort on their pool table, but that story has already been written.

As mentioned in previous stories, Lin has a penchant for car sex, outdoor sex and for that matter having his dick sucked off in places where there was danger. Several train engineers have seen me bobbing my head on his cock, and we've been caught in the act by walkers and boaters over the years. Embarrassing, yes, dangerous too. Still it popped his cork more than once in spite of all the honks and train whistles!

In retrospect I've spent a lot of time on my knees with the man, and enjoyed every minute of it. I know his wife abhors giving head, and I am willing, so it's satisfying to me and him. Maybe even a little more for both of us as it's so wrong, as both of us understand oral sex is indeed cheating no matter what a former President might have thought. The fact that Lin had called while I was dressing..."I can't talk now honey, on a date"....made it more exciting.

As he's gotten older Lin has gotten hornier, but does have some problems "down there." Most was cured by the little blue pill, but he did still have some problems actually completing the act, cumming, as easily as his younger days. This meant that I'd willingly do extra special things to get him off. Most recently a little vibrating cock ring did the trick.

So it was no surprise when Lin would come up with some venue, some action, and some different thing to do that not only got him off but had me going crazy as well. I actually looked forward to such activities. Still, I had my own life, and there were times when Lin would get me going and my fingers, or maybe even a boyfriend, would finish the job.

I'd been dating Sebastian for several months, and we've had a nice relationship that included intimacy. Since Lin and I mostly satisfied each other orally, the nice things about Sebastian were that we were doing the whole magilla of things a couple can do, including the old hiding of the salami. We weren't exclusive --- I know I had Lin and Sebastian was dating a couple girls --- but we would from time to time get it on and satisfy our erotic needs.

Last Wednesday night we had an early dinner after work and I invited Sebastian to my apartment. As we opened my door Molly, my next door neighbor, followed down the hall and we exchanged pleasantries. She mentioned for us to "enjoy the night" and winked. I think she had an idea of what might occur.

We shared a bottle of wine before I excused myself to get comfortable ---- off came my clothing and on came my light blue baby doll nightie, the one with the snaps for stockings. It took a few minutes to maneuver into everything correctly (those snaps can be a bear to secure) but the look on Sebastian's face when I returned to the living room was worth it.

"You look beautiful, simply beautiful," he said, taking me into his arms. 

We kissed for a bit, and soon his hands were fondling my ass cheeks as his mouth worked on mine. We held each other tightly and I thought of how nice this felt. Moving to my bedroom, he pushed me down onto my back and slipped his head between my legs. 

If there's one thing Sebastian can do, it's take care of things down below. He has a way of licking and nibbling that sends my pussy into shivering mode. He kicked up, down and all around and soon I was lost in the sensations of his mouth. It was a wonderful entry and I had to suck his dick. Switching places, it was now my turn to be the oral surgeon. 

The guy had told me he hated 69 (just too many sensations to handle) so he preferred we worked each other separately. No problem there, although I really did enjoy sixty nine but understood how sometimes the pleasures one was feeling took away from the ones we should be giving. Oops!

I licked his cock up from the bottom to the top, reversing my normal order, and then concentrated on the tip. He absolutely loved it when I sucked the tip while jerking the base, something I learned to do well with Lin over the years. Nice to know I was a good learner. 

The moans escaping him let me know he loved my actions, but he wanted something more. He wanted to bang me, but with me staring the action and him finishing. Yes, it had become our routine, but it was a satisfying routine. 

Lifting my head, I reached over and grabbed a condom, opening the wrapper and slowly slipping it on his bulging cock. We practiced safe sex, especially because I knew he was seeing others. Once secure, Sebastian moved me over on top and I grasp his dick, rubbing it up and down my hot wet hole.

"Oh girl stop teasing me, put it in," begged the man. I did, slipping in just inside with my hand before pushing my ass down and enveloping the hard cock. Up and down I rocked, slowly at first, but after a bit of screwing and helped by his fingers on my clit, the sensations became overwhelming. I rocked the cock pushing my thighs and ass like pistons in an engine. 

The man moaned, I moaned, and soon my body reacted to the licking, kissing and fucking and I was shaking as my orgasm took over my body.

"That's it, that's it, fuck me," said my boyfriend. "Do it girl, rock me, and rock my cock."

I did, coming down from my high, enjoying the sensations of the coupling. While I could barely move, I took the effort to continue to slowly rock on the man as he directed. Opening my eyes, I saw a huge smile on his lips. "I think you liked that," was all he said. 

Oh boy did I!

But a woman's job is never done. As quickly as I came down from my high Sebastian took matters into his own hands, flipping me over and lifting my legs high. It was our usual routine. He took care of me, and then I took care of him. 

Rubbing his dick up and down my slit, he stared into my eyes and told me how beautiful I looked and how great I felt. After a bit he slid that dick fully inside me, and, while holding my legs high, began rutting me like to tomorrow. At this point I couldn't do much, I merely laid there and grunted at his firm entry. He banged me hard, all the while talking about how hot I felt and how good I was and how I was such a slut.

"Damn you are hot, Robyn, your pussy is eating me up. Oh my you are tight and hot. You are wonderful," said the man, continuing his rutting with me along for the ride. "Fuck me you slut, oh yes." 

I felt his ass pummeling and propelling his dick into me, and with my legs up he really got deep. Although I'd just cum minutes before another one soon was on its way and I went into erotic land while he humped me hard. Basing in my second orgasm, I heard him say he was cumming.

"Oh yes, Robyn, oh yes. I'm coming," yelled the man as he blasted his seed. "Damn, yes, wonderful. You are amazing.

It was quite the coupling! We both were shaking after and we held each other while coming down from our highs. Surprisingly, Sebastian was quite talkative afterward while I was basking in the buzz of aftersex. It was nice cuddling, and he opened up about this and that, making me feel really great. 

Each of us had to work in the morning, though, so Sebastian rose to get dressed. But as he did he pushed me over on my stomach. Caressing my behind, he said something about my bottom feeling a little dry. Soon I felt him moving around and all of a sudden he was dumping the contents of his condom on my ass.

"There you go, that's just some special cream to make your ass feel better," said the guy with a laugh. Oh, that sticky mess need not get on my bed, so I simply lie there watching him dress before carefully getting up without spilling any of the drying sauce. Kissing him goodbye at the door, I called him a bad boy.

The next day I saw Molly and she congratulated me on my performance. Mortified, I asked what she meant.

"Damn, girl, it was like I was in the room with you. The two of you were really going at it. I had to get out my extra-large vibrator to take care of myself after listening to you," said my neighbor with an ear-to-ear smile.

Oh my, I wasn't sure what was more embarrassing. Her hearing our lovemaking or her telling about doing herself with a vibe. 

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It's funny, as close as my former boss Lin and I are, it's not like we are cheating when we have sex with others. I mean, I've known forever that he still does his wife regularly, so the fact I was "on a date" when he had called wasn't a real problem with him. Why, he actually asked if I'd had a good time when he called me mid-morning.

"Hope you didn't stay out late, or that you actually got some sleep," joked my former boss. "I trust you had a good night."

Saying I did, and that I'd tell him about it soon, we moved the talk to other places. The thing is, Lin and I really liked each other and our company and companionship. In a different time, in different situations, we'd have been a great partnership. But given his marital status, and the true fact that it wasn't going to change, made things different. We led our own lives, sharing where we can. It was good!

Lin had a busy week, but his wife was going shopping right after work, so he wondered if we could get together. He said "see each other" but I knew that really meant he wanted to have me suck his dick, and I had no problem with that. It had been nearly four days since I'd munched on that salami so I was ready if he was.

We made a date for 5:30 at one of our favorite places. We met at a parking lot deep in a state park far enough away from the gate to generally only see a couple cars. If none were there we'd stay in our car, but if others around we had to be a little more careful. We'd walk toward a lake, and there were several paths we'd take. One went to a picnic area, and we'd never seen anyone there. 

Traffic was heavy and I was a little late, with Lin having arrived on time and eager He smiled and we embraced, kissing like long-lost lovers. We kissed for a bit before hearing someone nearby, an older guy who was leaving the nearby trail for his car. He smiled at us, maybe a knowing smile, but let's just say mysterious. Once the man left there was only one other car in the lot besides ours, so we sat and talked for a bit hoping the other(s) came back and left. 

Soon, they did, so we were alone in the parking lot with a perfect view down the road where oncomers could be detected early if you know what I mean. Perfect!

We kissed a little more and Lin's hand made its way to my breasts, sampling both over my sweater. All the while we were talking about this and that, nothing important, just making conversation as our hands roamed each other's bodies. 

If there is one thing I love about Lin, it's his adventurous spirit. Oh, not just in sexual situations, but adult ice hockey games or running. He's always after the goal, and in the car with nobody around, the goal was my favors. The make out session lasted a few minutes, leading to the main event. 

Slipping a hand down, I caressed his cock through his trousers, rubbing, stroking and playing with his meaty dick. Of course that brought groans of anticipation from the older man, and he begged me to do more. Who was I to deny. Looking around, the coast was still clear, and I unzipped those trousers and slipped my hand into his boxers, grasping hold of his manhood. Stroking inside his pants led to slipping that dick out into the open, where more stroking occurred. 

Lin's dick was perfect for me. Munchable, I liked to say. Kneeling on the passenger seat, I bent over and slipped his cock around my lips, licking the horny monster. Then I moved down to the base, licking straight up slowly for good measure.

"Oh Robyn, that's so hot, you are amazing. Suck my dick, suck my dick please," begged my former boss. "You have to suck my dick. Come on girl, go down on me."

I had an idea of what he wanted, so locking my lips to the tip I began to really get into the business of satisfying my guy. I could tell by the way he was moving, his little moans and groans that he liked my mouth action. Forgetting the tip, I moved the dick deep into my mouths and worked an inch or so of in up and down tightly in my mouth.

Spit slid out of my mouth, down to the tip of his shaft and who knows where else, probably the seat of the car and I concentrated on the lower half of his dick. I couldn't really deep throat him, he was somewhat too big or I just didn't have the gag reflex, but I was working four and five inches down the shaft. Lin liked it, I liked it, and the action continued.

At one point Lin pulled back a bit and I immediately thought a tooth had nipped his sensitive cock, but there was a different reason. "Keep sucking Robin, suck my dick. Oh yes," he said, me getting back to the job in hand in earnest. "A guy walked past, walking his dog. He saw you sucking me. I think it shocked him, but after a few seconds he kept going."

What? What!

Pulling my head off his lollipop I pulled back, and short enough about 30 yards away was a guy walking his dog. He looked back and out eyes met, and he gave me the thumbs up sign. 

"How did that happen, Lin, you were supposed to be watching," I challenged. "You are going to get us really in trouble one of these days."

"He just appeared, I don't know where he came from," said my former boss. "But he was cool about it. He liked what you were doing, but he did give me a little smirk after watching."

"How long was he watching?"

Lin had a bit of puzzled look on his face. "I can't be sure. I only caught movement right next to the car, nothing before. I really don't know where he came from. Maybe another parking lot and just walking the paths? In any event, he was cool....er, uh, now about this," said Lin, looking down. "How about fixing my problem before someone else comes past."

If nothing else, Lin is incorrigible. A guy with a one track mind apparently. We had just been caught in the act, but, now in the clear, he wanted his dick sucked. Assuming my position --- first looking all over while stroking him --- I took my favorite fall back onto my knees and jerked his dick.

"Make it quick," was my only instruction. "I don't want any more eyes watching us."

This time when I lowered my head I moved my hands away and allowed him to bone my mouth without help. This was going to be all mouth action, like it or not. I maneuvered up and down the shaft, slowly, and then slipped his dick out and kissed down at the junction of balls and shaft. Lin loved that action, and I felt his throbbing manhood while I nibbled down below.

Then it was back to cocksucking, taking my time at first but as he built up and directed me to go faster I knew there was going to be a massive explosion coming. Oh yes, it was cumming.

"Damn, Robyn, suck my cock. Oh yes, suck it you cocksucker. Oh!" groaned the man from above as his dick began to spew its slimy sauce into my mouth. I kept sucking and swallowing as Lin slowed his movement. Holding the dick tightly between my lips, I milked it as much as I could, savoring his man sauce.

I've never tired of his slimy stuff, loving it, savoring it, swallowing it, and sometime coating my face with it. All depended on the mood and situation. Hell, once we drove down a park road with cum on my face, and three bike riders, two guys and a girl, got an eyeful. Wore it like a necklace of distinction. But most of the time the stuff made its way to my hungry stomach. 

Smiling at my former boss, I asked if enjoyed himself.

"Incredible, just incredible," he said, zipping up and making himself presentable. 

We made small talk for a few minutes before starting out of the parking lot. As we did we passed the dog walking guy, who gave the thumbs up. Something tells me he remained in the area to watch the action. Hope he didn't have a camera.