Message-ID: <17546eli$9811260433@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Susan" Subject: THE BOSS AND I - 1 (REPOST) by SUSAN Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <73hu61$p66$9@news1.force9.net> 1) This is for adults only. If x rated material is illegal in your country, state, or whatever, then don’t read this. I may not agree with those laws, but they do exist and they are there for a reason. I don’t want to get you or myself in trouble proving a point. 2) A very big thanks to Mr T who send me a detailed letter and a document, both of which he hoped would help my writing. I’ve taken your criticisms on board, and I hope you will notice the improvements. I did try to reply to you several days later, but the mail is not getting through. Feel free to write again. I didn’t take anything other then encouragement from your letter, and am grateful for you having taking the time and trouble to write such a detailed letter to me. Thank you. 3) And all you other kind people whom have written to me. I can’t believe how kind everyone is. I have replied where I felt it was necessary, but due to being in the UK, and air time being charged by the minute, forgive me if I don’t reply to everyone. 4) Thanks to Margaret who spell checked much of this 5) If you feel strongly enough about what I’ve written, e mail me at 6) SUSAN12346@Hotmail.com You can tell me if you liked it or if you didn’t. If the latter, then say why. If you want you can make suggestions, (about my work only please boys), about what kind of situations you would like to see. Other then that I write for fun and hope you have fun reading this…so read on and enjoy. Susan MY BOSS AND I By Susan It all started when I got a job for a medium sized firm. My role there was basically secretary, receptionist and general office helper. While I could be called on to work in various departments, my actually boss was a man in his late earlier forties, Mr Johnson. He was a kindly man. Well dressed, slim figure and well educated. He always wore a suit that somehow never looked right on him. He would have been better off dressing in a more casual style. His manner was free and easy, but backed-up with authority. One employee who had failed to realise this had recently been sacked. I found him attractive, but that was as far as it went. However in the last two months, at various times he had made remarks that I could see meant a little more then he was saying. They were chiefly in a jokery manner. One day he asked outright if I didn’t mine the comments. “Not as long as you don’t mind my ignoring them.” Was my reply. He smiled, “Well I can always live in hope.” Thinking back, that was it. That was the moment when I realised that he wasn ’t really joking. I guess he fancied me. I was 21. Self-assured and not at all lonely if I choose not to be. My figure was slim. I was 5”8’ tall, and knew that if I wanted to be, I could look a knock out. I had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a rather innocent looking face. Oh no, I’m not being vain, it had been said to me on more then one occasion. And now, after various relationships, I knew that I had something men wanted. That in itself had made me wary; had made me choose more carefully. It also had lead to people thinking I thought too much of myself. I don’t think that was true. One night, talking to a boyfriend about it he had said, “We all need someone’s beauty to sharpen our nails on.” I really didn’t think it applied to me, but he insisted I was beautiful. I suppose it doesn’t matter so much what we think of ourselves, what really counts is what others see you to be. After a couple of years I accepted that men though of me so. Now that I’ve given the psychologists enough about me to keep them busy for years, back to Mr Johnson. It took a few days for it to sink in that his remarks weren’t just jokes. I began to notice how he looked at me whenever I was with him. Sometimes I could imagine that he was trying to undress me when he looked. It didn’t do anything for me at first, but after a couple of weeks with such thoughts in my head, I begun to look forward to private meetings with him. They were usually for all the secretary type things; taking down dictation, or helping him with filing and arranging his papers. Sometimes even drives to see clients. I was naughty once or twice…wearing shorter then usual skirts…or else brushing up closer to him then I ought to. It was a game, and a very nice one at that. Then one day I wanted more. To hell with it. I was secure enough in my job to know that I was good for the firm and people trusted me. I didn’t need to ‘put-out’ to keep this job. So if I did, it was though free choice. And besides, since I had realised he fancied me, I had begun to find him more attractive. So I set about a plan. It didn’t involve a great deal. Just what I was wearing. Out went what ever was to hand each morning and on went tighter skirts, thinner blouses, oh, and the one thing always a favourite, stockings and suspenders…white. They went with my innocent face after all. Over the next few days I had various chances to flash my legs more and to generally let him notice what I was wearing. He seemed to enjoy the game too, making more remarks then usual. All of which I avoided with either the usual innocence of pretending not to understand, or a slap on the hand and a “Naughty boy!” It was a Monday. Outside it was howling a gale with rain lashing at the windows. I was asked into his office. “Got to do some letters.” I was told. I took the chair next to him by his desk. This time I had the usual underwear on, with a white skirt and cream blouse. For a minute or two he arranged his papers, trying to find something. I looked at him and then said, “It’s warm in here.” “I didn’t think so….” He stopped as my hand went to my blouse and undid two of the buttons. I knew that now he could see the swell of my small breasts, and the cups of my white bra. “…Well...yes…perhaps it is.” I smiled. “Ready when you are.” The lights were on but there didn’t appear to be anyone home. I repeated what I had said. “Oh yes, of course…well I want you to take this down.” My eyelids fluttered skywards, “Oh, what exactly would you like me to take down.” He was holding a pencil to a paper, the lead snapped. “Well…what I’m going to dictate.” I frowned, “Oooooh.” With a sigh. I wondered if I was over doing it. He sat there, taking some papers in his hand he started to read out, but I could see his mind wasn’t really on it. Again and again his eyes flashed to my blouse. I crossed my legs, helping my skirt to ride up a little. Now he had two places to look. He didn’t know where to start. I decided what I would do next. Getting up I asked, “Would you mind if I just went out for a minute?” He struggled to come back to reality, “Ah…no, no of course not.” I went out and nearly run to the toilets. Locking myself in I undid my blouse and then removed my bra, which I stuffed into my bag. Two minutes later I emerged and entered the office. I sat own again. He looked at and then just stared. I guess he could see the tops of my breasts nestling within in the blouse. I guess he could see the outline of the sides of them too, only the nipples being hidden by being cupped by the blouse. “Is there anything wrong?” I asked. He smiled, “No not at all.” He folded his arms and then put one finger to his lips. “I was wondering,” he began, “Would you like to take something down for me?” “Yes of course.” He got up out of the chair, I could see at the front of his trousers he was excited. He then pulled his chair closer to mine, sat down and leaning forward looked me straight in the eye. “Is it my lucky day?” I smiled and shrugged, “Maybe.” Slowly, very slowly his hand advanced to my blouse. His eyes fixed me and I felt his fingers gently undoing the next button, then the next, and then finally the last one. He looked down, I did too. My blouse was open to my waist, and while my breasts weren’t completely exposed, the tops and sides were they, only the blouse clinging to them hide the rest. He looked at me again, I felt his hand slide into my blouse just under my left breast. His thumb brushed the underside of it, and then he moved his hand up and cupped it, holding then nipple between his fingers. I leaned my head forward and parted my lips, he did the same and somewhere we met. His lips on mine, his tongue flicking into my mouth, tongues exploring and playing, slowly, like we had all the time in the world. This wasn’t rushed; this was mad crazy lust; this was his dream come true, and he was going to enjoy it in style. I felt his hand move over my breast, cupping and rubbing it gently; felt the nipple sliding past his moving hand. I moaned while we kissed. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, licking at his tongue, licking around his mouth, wanting him, eating him. We broke apart. Taking the sides of my blouse in his hands he opened it fully and then sunk his head to my chest. I felt his lips close over the swell of my right breasts. He half bit it with his lips, before moving down to my nipple. I felt his lips slide over and then his tongue lick around it. His teeth then clenched around the fresh, keeping the nipple within his mouth; his tongue started to flick back and forth over it. I just held on to his head, wanting the moment never to end. His other hand was still cupping my other breast, though it had started to maul it rather then play slowly. I could feel his lust building up. He pulled away and stood up. Reaching out he took my hand and led me to his desk. He gently pushed me down onto my back. Standing between my legs he swooped low and holding my breasts in both hands began to kiss and lick at them, going from one nipple to the other, then back again. His tongue traced patterns on my breasts, which were bunched up in his hands. I could feel his legs and his cock though his trousers pressing against me. He then moved his head to my neck, and there he started to lick up to my ears before kissing me on the mouth again; tongues playing, teeth sometimes touching. My arms were around him. He straightened and stood up. I reached down to my skirt and unzipped it at the side. He tugged it down my legs. I raised my hips and he knew what I wanted. He started to tug my panties down but as soon as my blonde hair came into view he leaned forward and planted a kiss right there at the top of the hair. Then he nuzzled his mouth and face down, letting his chin push my panties down, with a little help from his fingers at the sides. My panties now around my knees he sunk his face between my legs. I felt his tongue licking at my pussy, searching for the right place. Suddenly it slipped in slightly and I could feel it right there, right on my clit. I sighed very loudly. His tongue flicked and jabbed at it. Moving back and forth over it. I shook my panties down until they were hanging off one leg and then wrapped my legs around his head, pulling his mouth into me, trapping him there. His hands slid under me, cupping my bottom, which he started to squeeze. I ground my pussy against his mouth, my bottom now high off the table. I could see his head there, only his eyes showing, the rest obscured by my hair and body. His hands were squeezing and clenching at my bottom, pushing the cheeks together, pulling my pussy into his mouth. His tongue was bouncing my clit around, sometimes fast quick strokes, other times with gently slow licks. Finally I was there. My legs started to jerk; I closed my grip on his head; I was almost screaming. I was there. I was coming. It came quickly, was near the edge and then finally went right over. His tongue moved ever faster. His hands clenching hands fulls of my bottom. I had to push him away as soon as it was over…it was too intense at that point. It wouldn’t have been a pleasure from then on. He went back to his chair smiling, looking at me as I just lay there, panting. “Just a couple of minutes.” I told him He just smiled. I lay back, happy and regaining my composure. Then I asked him over. He got up while I sat up on the edge of his desk. At first he just held on to my arms and kissed me hard on the mouth. I broke and then looked down to his trousers. With both hands I undid his belt and undid the buttons on his fly. Hopping off the desk I knelt in front of him and dragged his hard cock out. It was about 6” long, with a nice head on which appeared through the skin. I rubbed the shaft with my hand making the head pop in and out. I moved my lips to it and let his cock head brush my lips for a second before opening my mouth and slid my lips along his shaft. I felt the cock head brush over my tongue and lodge itself near the back of my mouth. I then started to move my mouth back and forth along the shaft. I used one hand to cup his balls, squeezing and milking them, the other I used to scrape my finger nails along the inside of his legs. His hands went to my head, holding me there as I fucked his cock with my little mouth. I pulled back and stood up, turned my back to him and then leaned right over the desk. The wood felt cold against my breasts. “Fuck my brains out.” I told him. I’m not so sure I had to. I think he would have gotten there by himself. I felt both his hands clutch my waist and then felt his cock sliding straight into my pussy at the first attempt. No fumbling around, lucky or clever I didn’t know nor cared. He started to thrust back and forth, long hard thrusts, sometimes in a series, sometimes changes from one thrust all the way in and then one only going only as far as his cockhead. It was driving me wild again. I hardly ever came twice, and though I didn’t on this occasion, it was one of the closest I got. His hand found their way under my tummy and reached or my breasts that he clutched and squeezed, partly pulling me up a little. My head was arched back anyway, and he let go of one breast and grabbed my hair, pulling my like the reigns of a horse. His cock was now slamming in to me with all his body weight. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he did so. It was going all the way in. It was heaven. “I’ve waited so long for this moment.” Was all he said. His hand squeezing my breast, his other hand tugging my head back, and his cock slamming in and out of my pussy, another moment: wishing it could last forever. All too soon he started to cry, “I’m going to cum.” I pushed back with my hips. He let go. I twisted around and slid off the desk kneeling before him. He was holding his cock tight in one hand. I Just closed my lips over his cock head. I didn’t suck. I didn’t move. I just waited. There was no movement at all for about five seconds. Everything stopped. Then the top half of his body leaned towards me slowly, his face screwed up, and his head lolled upwards and then, “Yes!” Instantly I felt a wad of thick creamy cum fire out of his cock almost in a gob rather then a stream. It hit the roof of my mouth, coating my tongue and flooding me. His hips started to jerk wildly, and more cum burst out of his cock head. I opened my lips a little and a tickle of it appeared and then run over them and down the side of my chin, where it hung in a long string of gobs before finally breaking half way and landing on my leg. I took hold of his shaft and started to wank it. The rest of his cum quickly dribbled out, again flooding me and again finally running out along the side of my chin, dripping onto my legs and breasts. I kept his cock firmly in my move but it was growing soft and small and soon I couldn’t rally wank it any longer. I contented myself to pushing my tongue hard against the head where the eye was, but this was too much for him and he practically jerked it out of my mouth. He fell back in the chair. 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