It was a new start to my life, I had decided to leave finance
and go into (what I now know) to be the dark world of recruitment….
My boss was just over six feet tall, dark hair and had a muscular
physique that most women would find very desirable. The problem came when he
opened his mouth and was a complete arsehole behaving like a teenager going
through the throws of testosterone-fuelled growth. But the way he looked at
me still made me want him more and more. Despite being married he flirted madly
with me when no one was looking and was nasty and picked at every tiny thing
when people were in the office. It was so confusing that I didn’t know
what on earth was going on until a few months later………
At 33 years old I had been single for what seemed like forever
and most of the finer details of sex had been learnt from watching Samantha’s
exploits (or sexploits) in the fabulous Sex and the City episodes. It had been
a hard week, candidates backing out of interviews and fees falling through,
so to get me through I had been dressing to feel wonderful. Killer heels, tight
skirts, shirts that meant the mind had to work and the sexiest underwear that
I owned.
It was gone 9pm on a Thursday evening and I had finished my
final interview and with the weekend approaching I felt good, feeling so good
that a glass of wine and my favourite vibrator would be coming (in more ways
than one) out to play when I got home. As I walked back into the main office
I was amazed to see Adrian still there. He was in the middle of a telephone
call and looked up and smiled in acknowledgement. I was feeling a little hot
thinking about what was waiting for me at home that I strutted over to my desk
and didn’t bother sitting down, I started to pack up and turn off my computer
bending over so he could get a full view.
It was always fun teasing him as I knew he watched me and
it made me feel good about myself and I could let my imagination wonder what
he would do if he ever got his hands on me – that is if I ever let him.
I felt the lace brushing against my steadily hardening nipples but nothing between
my legs as I had woken that morning and decided on nothing but stockings. As
I leant further over my desk I knew that my skirt was riding up and Adrian was
able to glimpse the top, I had mastered the art with practice so it looked more
accidental that obvious.
I was getting hot and I needed to get home, I went to pick
up my bag but before I could reach it I felt a hand on the back of my leg slowly
brushing upwards to where there was no barrier. I was so lost in my own thoughts
I didn’t realise that Adrian had finished his call and had been watching
my every move. I felt his hand move higher between my thighs and part them so
he could seek out the treasure that lay within. When he realised I was wearing
no knickers he stood behind me and his other had snaked into my shirt to my
hardened nipples and he lent over me and softly whispered into my ear…”you’re
a bad girl and I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls”.
Now I was horny and I could feel the heat and anticipation
between us growing. I turned to him “I’m sorry Sir, now you must
punish me as I have been bad”. I smiled as I spoke and looked him in the
eye to say come on then, show me what you’ve got.
He kissed me hard, passionately and his tongue sought out
mine whilst his hands tore open my shirt to reveal my breasts straining against
the lace – he released them and his hands cupped each one as his mouth
moved from mine to bite my hard nipples. My fantasy was to be taken rough and
hard and I told him so – “come on, take control and fuck me hard.
Don’t be nice about it just fucking do everything to me and do it NOW”.
“You bitch, you want it like that then you’re
going to get it like that”.
The tone of his voice scared me but turned me on even more
that I could feel my pussy getting wetter and starting to throb as I needed
him to stick it in me. He tore at my clothes and within seconds I was naked
– except for my stockings and heels.
“Stand there and open your legs” he ordered me
as he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, I did as I was told and he
got down on his knees and started to lick me, sticking his tongue up my fanny
and using a finger to probe my arsehole. I gasped with delight as he worked
hard in both areas, so much so I wanted him to take me both ways; every way…I
was wide open.
Just as I was about to cum he stopped, stood up and put me
on the desk and pushed me down. He unzipped his trousers and revealed his pulsating
dick before I could do or say anything he stuck it in me. Hard and fast he proceeded
to pump in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. My breasts bouncing
around until he pulled me upright as he continued to pound my pussy and started
to suck and kiss my breasts. I felt the tingle start in-between my legs and
spread outwards, further and further, getting warmer as it took over me and
I began to shout at Adrian to do it harder and then I came, again, and again.
My body overheating, throbbing, grabbing him with every muscle and ounce of
strength I had. It was if my head was not in my head!!
As the pulsating slowed I realised he hadn’t cum…he
withdrew his still huge cock and smiled “you said you wanted this”.
Then he flipped me over so that I was leaning over the desk
with my arse right in front of him, I signalled I was ready for this by parting
my legs a little and pushing out my arse, welcoming him to take me there. He
was gentle as he eased into me using my own juices to lubricate that hole ready
for him.
Within a few minutes I was comfortable and he began to move
gently to open me further, as he did I began to enjoy the exquisite pain that
came with this new experience. He began to move faster and grabbed my breasts,
massaging them. I wanted him mouth against mine but that would be later –
right now he was using me, enjoying me, playing with me. As he moved and I could
feel his body tense and I could feel his dick deep inside me as he came inside
my arse.
He lay across by back and kissed my neck, I was naked, I felt
raw, I felt used and I felt good…………….
That was so much better than the night I had planned.
