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.
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.
Like choosing a holiday viewing houses starts off with great excitement. Trawling the paper & internet making shortlists all initially bring such exhilaration. You start imagining being on that beach with its rich turquoise water or creating a culinary masterpiece in that contemporary kitchen. As you continue on the quest you find the hotel you want is fully booked the beach is shingle not sand & the reviews are less than favourable. Its been a bit that way with the house quest. Sometime its clear before you walk in that it isn’t right.
More often then not thought its the estate agents that cause the most hassle. Smug pompous upstarts that think they are real men when mostly – they are just wee boys. All you want them to do is open the door & let you take a bloody look around the house. But no they give you all the bullshit spiel about the fittings the oak flooring etc.
So after months of house hunting wasting time looking at houses that had they told the truth about I would never have bothered to view my tolerance was at particularly low ebb. That day an agent called to tell me about a house that was just what I was looking for an absolute must he said. I arranged to meet him there after work.
I had a bitch of a day busy as hell nothing went quite right & really all I wanted to do was go home soak in a bath & fuck my man senseless. Though I have to admit having pissed off to a stag night – he hadnt actually helped my mood. I could imagine it all – too much beer all lads talk & stuffing fivers in the knickers of sluts in seedy strip joints seemed crazy – when he could be home fucking me. His loss? The traffic was dreadful the rain beat against the windscreen & making it across town in time for the viewing was such a rush. I made it only a few minutes late.
The house was in darkness & no one was there. I waited in the car for 20 minutes before the agent finally weighed in. I tell you I was livid.
I hadn’t seen this guy before he must have been new. Certainly if his attire was anything to go by the boy was certainly trying to look the part. He must have taken a mortgage to buy his suit. A bit too glitzy for my taste & the smell of aftershave overpowered me.
Please I thought silently to myself keep it brief & cut the bullshit. But true to form he launched into agent speak before we had got through the front door. Did I want to hear about the original features like hell I didn’t. I just wanted to look in each room & get the hell home. If my man wasn’t there my dildo sure was & I needed an orgasm before sleep. Why change the habit of a lifetime? Looking at the young guy I found myself though irked feeling quite sorry for him. He had to say his bit & I guess I had to listen. As we carried on through the house I realised that while it may have potential it was not the must see I had been promised. So I turned off looked at what I need to & let him carry on.
As we completed the tour he was keen to know my impressions & seemed quite desperate that I make an offer. Explaining that it was okay but not for me I watched as his expression changed from enthusiastic to absolute disappointment. The boy was glum. He sat down on the dining room chair his head dropped to his hands & he sighed. Turns out that he hadn’t made a sale in 6 months this was his final chance. If he didn’t sell this house to me he was out of a job. He pleaded & begged that I make an offer. The bottom line was that the boy was willing to do anything to make a sale. The onslaught continued it seems I was his last chance & again he reiterated that he would do whatever I wanted if only would consider it.
My libido & conscious had been having an argument since the begging started. After all a cute young guy – still wet behind the ears offering whatever I wanted just so long as his kept his job was too much for me. As my head went into overdrive & my pussy began to throb I realised that while I was a sympathetic woman I was hornier that I would ever be sympathetic.As I met his gaze he understood that it wasn’t the practical stuff like getting me a good mortgage deal or repairing my car I had in mind. The boys face flushed he wriggled in the seat & stammered a bit. So – how was I going to play this I pondered though only briefly. Having the upper hand with an estate agent was such a novelty I knew I would milk this boy dry & there was no place for coyness that night.