You what’s really, really fun?  “Office Sex”.  And when I say that, I don’t just mean sex that actua

You what’s really, really fun?  “Office Sex”.  And when I say that, I don’t just mean sex that actually takes place in the office, but rather sex with coworkers that necessarily has its genesis in the office environment.  As you already know if you read my blog, when Mr. K and I had been married for a while (a little over 5 years or so), I started taking jobs as a “temp”.  This arose out of a conversation we had about ways that I could have some naughty fun while Mr. K was gone on extended operations, fun that I could initiate on my own as I saw fit.  Up until that point, most of the playmates we had enjoyed had been introduced into our bedroom through preexisting relationships Mr. K had, usually with military buddies and, often, their significant others as well.  Don’t get me wrong, this was always awesome, but we both agreed it would be at least as much fun for me to initiate some of these relationships so that I was the one bringing the stud or hottie home to meet “the mister”.  When I confessed to Mr. K that the fantasy that made me the wettest and what I thought would be most kinky would be for me to enjoy sex with our new playmate at least once before I brought them home to meet him, he (obviously not being the jealous type and always trusting me implicitly (which I still love about him!)) immediately agreed.And so began the era of Office Sex for me.  I still remember the first time I got fucked bent over a desk in the middle of the day.  I found it SO erotic and kinky that, while my blouse was almost all the way unbuttoned and my skirt pulled up, that I still had all my clothes on - my older, oh-so-sophisticated-and-sexy boss had just pulled my lacy thong down to the tops of my thigh-highs to fuck me with his massive cock and balls, both of which were simply pulled out of his still-fastened slacks to fill, stretch and pound me as the papers, pens, notebooks, etc., that were on the desk a the time were knocked to the floor as I gasped at the hungry need of his thrusts deep into my married pussy.  And I think that’s what made it so intense and satisfying in a way that was very different from “bedroom sex”:  it was sex outside of the normal context in that it was a professional and not a personal environment, and it was sex away from the normal setting in that it was in a space made for work and not leisure - and it was sex that was raw and instinctual, meeting deep-felt needs arising out pure lust and desire, not the more sophisticated quest for playful companionship bonded by physical intimacy that usually motivated my sexual encounters.Being in the boss/secretary relationship was also exciting and kinky.  It was not that I was expected to have sex with him just because he was my boss, I’ve never been turned on by guys who just expect me to have sex with them for some reason (in fact, it turns me off) - it was something about the scenario the relationship naturally created.  I was there to serve him and meet his needs professionally, and there was just something natural and yet naughty about taking that beyond the professional to the sexual.  I knew my boss thought I was hot, but I don’t think he ever honestly thought he would get to have me, and while I found him very attractive and admittedly was always in a mild state of heat at the natural dominance he displayed as my boss, I never really planned on having sex with him either, even though I had taken the job hoping I would find someone in the office to play with.All that changed the morning I walked into his office dressed a little more racily than normal.  I had my eye on one of the guys in the office more my age whom I had caught checking me out a bunch of times and, as Mr. K had been gone for several days and I was beginning to really crave some hot cock to supplement my fingers and toys, it seemed a good day to see if I could seduce my first coworker.  So I showed up at the office that morning, already a bit aroused and distractingly wet at the thought of my planned seduction, but before I could even get started with that plan in earnest, my boss called me into his office.  The way he looked at me, seeing me for the first time in my low cut blouse and tight skirt an inch or so shorter than normal, made me feel hot from the inside out.  It was almost like he could sense my arousal and taste my creamy wetness from where he stood, and I couldn’t help glancing at his package, which was noticeably responding to my unintentionally sultry presence.  Noticing my glance, he smiled and began to unabashedly undress me with his eyes, commenting, “Why, Ms. K, you look ravishing!”  I blushed and smiled 
back, intending to say something witty in return, but when I saw his hand gently stroking the impressively growing bulge in his slacks, the combination of the scenario, my need for hard, hot cock and my preexisting state of arousal erupted inside me and instead of speaking at all, I simply strode across the office, unbuttoning my blouse as I did, and dropped to my knees in front of my surprised, but welcoming, boss.  He stroked my hair gently as I unzipped his slacks to free his long, thick and tantalizingly wet cock.  I moved carefully so as not to let it or his heavy balls scrape across his zipper as I took his head into my warm, wet mouth, swirling my tongue as I did so to fully appreciate the heady taste of him.  He moaned as I licked and kissed him, loudly enough that I was afraid someone out in the main office would hear, but as he began to slowly push my head down onto him as he moved his hips forward, actions that expressed his needs more eloquently than any words could have, I stopped caring about who else might hear.I took as much of him as I could, almost gagging on him, before pulling my head back to look at him.  My tits were plainly visible, contained only in a thin lace bra and my position kneeling in front of him had caused my short skirt to ride up over my hips, so I knew he could see the lace of my thong dividing my fully exposed ass.  Wiggling it a little as I let my fingers slide under that lace into my soaking sex, I purred, “Fuck my face!  I want you to take me and use me like a naughty, slutty secretary!  Give me all of that cock!”  The next few minutes were a blur - the strong impressions of pleasure and lust have lingered longer than the little details, but I do recall that by the time my boss released his grip from my hips and let himself slowly slide out of me, I was a mess - and wonderfully sexually satisfied.  While I was still technically dressed, both my tits were out of my blouse and bra and were covered with thick, warm cum, as was my face.  There was another load deep inside me that I knew, if I wasn’t careful, would soon be running down my thighs.  I remembered cumming at least twice, and it seemed my boss had done at least as well for himself, along with having a face glazed from the from the frightfully powerful orgasm he had given me with his talented tongue.  As he took a step back away from me, using his t-shirt to catch the jizz still leaking from his slowly relaxing cock, he kissed the top of my head and patted my ass affectionately, in a way that said “thanks” more than anything else.  And I knew exactly what he meant. We weren’t in love, and this wasn’t the beginning of some tawdry office romance - this was simply two people who had come to be aroused by each taking and giving to meet mutual needs in a way that might have seemed abrupt and crass if we had been friends and lovers, but was oddly perfect for the office environment:  purely physical and deeply satisfying.My panties were so tangled around my thighs that it was just easier to take them off than to try to wrestle them back up.  So I smiled at my boss, opened his desk drawer, dropped them in with a wink, and said, “I’ll come back for those at some point, and I’ll be disappointed if you haven’t kept them wet for me,” making a jacking motion with my hand.  I then pivoted (I like to think gracefully) on my stiletto heel and strode from his office, heading directly to the ladies room to experience the pleasure unique to those who have ever been filled with hot cum (and, believe me, I was filled with hot cum) of feeling it run seductively out of you, and the more naughty the filling, the more seductive the sensation of it running out - you gals and bottoms know what I mean ;)Sure, there were some knowing smiles on the faces closest to the boss’s office, but I met them with my own, letting them know I didn’t see what they (accurately) assumed had just happened as being in any way embarrassing, and enjoyed watching some of those expressions turn from prurient curiosity into admiring appreciation.  Yup, being a temp was turning out to be a great call, and if those appreciative glances were any indication, there was plenty of cock (and pussy!)  in my “professional” future ;) -- source link

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