I’d been fantasizing about my boss for weeks but it wasn’t until I overheard him in the copier room telling someone how much he wanted to fuck “the hot new blonde milf” that I had the guts to do something about it. I was the only new woman in the office so I knew he was talking about me. And that’s when I hatched a plan to make his dirty dreams come true!
I knew he often worked late so it was no problem getting him alone. I simply came back late one night after everyone had left and he was the only one left in the building. I was wearing this sexy blue bra that really gave my tits a great shape. He could hardly take his eyes off them! So when I “accidentally” popped a button, he was putty in my hands.
Things got dirty really fast and I could feel his cock poking out from his trousers as I pressed against him. And when I reaching into his pants and pulled out that fat dick he had no complaints. It was everything I had imagined – nice and thick with a big knob. And it tasted great! I lapped up every drop of pre-cum that oozed from the tip until he couldn’t stand it and raised my skirt and pulled off my panties.
As he slid a finger into my juicy little slit – perfectly shave of course! – I moaned with pleasure. It felt good to have his fingers inside me but what I really wanted was that cock! And I didn’t have to wait long.
Being an executive secretary was definitely a good job and Micayla didn’t mind putting in the hours. She had her own office, the pay was excellent and it afforded her the luxuries she appreciated. But it was Friday afternoons like this one, she would rather be on the beach than in the office.
The boss was away and she had caught up with everything so the afternoon was dragging by. She was bored, horny and ready to start enjoying the weekend.
Micayla was just finishing a phone conversation making plans for the weekend when one of her co-workers came into her office. He was younger then she, mid twenties she guessed. She couldn’t remember his name but he was a real sweetheart and she knew he had a crush on her.
She worked hard to keep her body in shape and she was blessed with a huge rack. And this guy couldn’t keep his eyes off the cleavage left bare by her low cut blouse.
He had brought her the mail, as he often did, and she knew it was just an excuse for him to be alone with her for a few minutes. Micayla made small talk with him and flirted as she often did. He really was a nice looking guy and since she was horny anyway, she decided to make his dream come true.
And much to Micayla’s delight, it didn’t take much encouraging to get this horny co-worker out of his clothes and offering her his big, juicy cock to use for her pleasure.
I’d been lonely so long and tired of my dildos and fingers. I needed a man. Needed to feel a pulsating throbbing cock deep inside me. The guys at work were ugly small time losers complete idiots. They’d cackle and jeer full of boyish bravado but as soon as I stuck my tits out and stared them down they’d back off like little boys. I live in a small town and since my husband left I hadn’t been out once. I was cock hungry but not desperate if you get my drift. It was one lonely night one hand down my wet panties the other on my mouse that I saw the Fling banner. Just what I needed at the time a Fling – no holes barred sex – fucking and fun.
I’d always thought dating sites and agencies were for complete losers. The women tired and just this side of alcoholism and the men sweaty, fat with reddened tiny pricks. But this site looked different – much different. It openly stated a Fling was in the offing. That night the promise of a hard cock between my tits made me wetter than I’d ever been. And once in bed I fingered myself deep and hard. My middle finger probed in and out and flicked across my twitching clit. I sucked my wet sticky fingers tasting myself for the first time in years. As my body arched and quivered and the waves roared I pinched my nipple until my eyes watered. I’m getting wet now just thinking about that orgasm.
It was the night after I eagerly switched on my pc. It was almost like a date. I felt like a nervous giggly girl. As if to add to the anticipation I’d showered and put on my favourite lingerie. My pussy was pulsing as I signed up to Fling and gazed at all the guys. So young so hot so fucking handsome. For a while I checked out my competition. The girls were gorgeous – what hope did I have I thought. There were so many and all like me eager to meet Mr Right. Or Mr Wrong – the man that would wine dine and 69 them haha.
After what seemed an age and in between gently feeling my damp pussy I decided on my Fling. He wasn’t my normal taste but there was something about his profile that stood out. He seemed funny charming and above all easy. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans and the promise that if things worked out and he wanted to make contact, I might soon be unzipping him releasing his cock and taking the swollen tip into my mouth.
We had only been dating a few weeks. He was one of those rare guys with a strange mix of sensitivity & manliness. He always seemed to know what to say how to behave. He was assertive without seeming overly hostile. He was the type of man who really went for what he wanted in all aspects of his life – with more confidence than arrogance.
And while I hate to admit it I was in awe of him. This man organised me directed me toward the outcome he desired. The places we visited the food we ate even the clothes I wore. Then & now being controlled albeit kindly while it didnt rest easy with this previously assertive independent woman was also weirdly nice.
Oh & the sex was amazing. It had been very different with guys previously & the years of taking the lead having the upper hand being the leader so to speak had lost its pull. In honesty I had grown tired of having all the power being looked up to being the princess bitch. In bed on the floor in the car in public toilets wherever he decided we were going to fuck wherever it was the sex we had left me totally spent.
This man was an Oscar winner director & I had begun to become dependent upon it. I mean he would tell me exactly what to do – how to remove my clothes how to stand. He would position me always to his liking move me slightly this way or that. He was methodical & I loved it. There was one afternoon when he called me to work & told me to meet him at his house in half an hour. He didn’t ask he told me. Of course I immediately left work made my way top his house as directed I even stood at the door waiting to be invited in.
Anyway he took me upstairs told me to remove only my bottom half of clothing ordered me onto the bed – licked me to the point of orgasm & left. I was demented ready to explode. But having been trained well when e told me to stay exactly where I was & not to move or touch myself I obeyed. It was two hours before he returned that day to finish what he started & before he did he sat on the other side of the room talking business on his phone & looked pleased that I had done what he asked & even more happy that I had been at his command – sexually simmered for a long time.
Anyway I really want to tell the story of the ultimate night which with hindsight was likely what I had been groomed for all the time. We had been out for dinner where again he phoned in advance to tell me what to wear – ordered my food directed the conversation & wound down the evening when he wanted to. In the car on our return to his house he told me how impressed he was with me I had apparently been perfectly compliant I was one of his best girls.
There was little unusual about things when we returned except that we stayed downstairs. He sat on the chair directed me to the sofa & told be to turn round & lift my skirt up. I did & on it went. Pull you pants down a little………….bend over……..open your lips so I can see……….touch your clit………bend over some more………open yourself real wide ……..
I did exactly what he said. When he came close to me & started to wank I even resisted touching him because he had told me I mustn’t. You really are a good girl………a beautiful woman………you always do as I say & that pleases me. I want you to look closely as I wank…….see how I do it ………know the moves exactly……….remember you must know exactly how to do it.
I watched intently though I had watched him work his cock so many times that I knew precisely how he liked it. I was desperate to touch him after all he had told me that I was the only one who could wank him as well as he did. But tonight I wasn’t allowed & my frustration was intense.
He wasn’t the best looking bloke I had ever seen but his coyness & delicate shyness turned me on & he was kind of cute in a juvenile way! Ok he had only come to fit the shower probably his first job unsupervised & perhaps his plumbing skills could have been better. But this meek young lad barely out of school was a prize to behold. I mean nicely so. He was polite his mother had clearly taught him good manners. He watched his Ps & Qs & so did I. Though I hoped beneath the nice boy lurked a man.
He was slow too really methodical with is work. Every thing he did was checked & rechecked. Mostly he wasnt aware I was watching him & I did some odd stuff just to catch a glimpse. Sorted laundry in the adjacent room rearranged the airing cupboard cleaned the paintwork all these mindless chores gave me a few minutes to watch him to loose myself to imagine his firmness while all the time I got hotter & wetter. Me at my age – peeping through the door to catch the sight of this delightful young man & my children at school! What a sight he was though & such vivid images just drove me crazy. I was like a crazy horny teenager though I liked the way this subtle voyeurism made me feel.
As he bent down to rummage in his tool box I could see the definition in the muscles in his back & arms. I could tell though that his thighs were firm & likely strong enough to fuck me standing up for the longest of times. What a horny thought that was. I was fed up with unsatisfactory sex. And while I wasn’t averse to seeking out satisfaction elsewhere if the opportunity arose I rarely did. Instead I had learned to rely upon my imagination my touch & my dildo. Okay so I can touch myself to orgasm better than almost anyone but the cold plastic dildo did little to satisfy my need for warm firm cock inside of me.Thats what woke me in the small hours on a regular basis in a total frenzy.
He cleaned up after himself & as I sat on my bed peeping through the door even watching him wash his hands moistened my already soaking pussy. Sitting sideway on my bed looking at him my hands caressed my breasts. He couldn’t see me. As he did his work my imagination reeked havoc & as temptation got the better of me I allowed my hand to pull my pants aside slipping my finger gently along my pulsating lips tracing a gentle line up & allowing my finger to rest easily on my swollen clitoris. I didnt even have to move it the throbbing intensified my finger still on the delicious swelling. I could feel the juice begin to drip down onto my ass.
My finger began to move making gentle vertical small strokes so lightly over my clitoris. Teasing myself feeling the swelling increase – I was becoming more & more excited until I pulled my pants off lay back a little opened my lips & began to stroke myself more frenetically. He worked moving across the bathroom to get his tools. I knew it was only a matter of time before he caught a glimpse. Then it happened. He blushed fumbled with his work & tried to carry on but I knew that by now he would be hard. Watching him trying not to watch me while I worked myself what a trip that was. But he was stubborn & even when I began to whimper he ignored me.