It was like a porno flick, but much better because I was in it.
Last night I worked well into the evening.
He called me into his office around 10 pm.
"Com'ere" He said, then he pulled me close to him and pressed his lips against mine.
He's a wonderful kisser.
I fall in love with good kissers.
"So where do you want to be when I put my tongue in your clit? In my chair or in the waiting room couch?"
"MmmmMMm" I had no preference.
"Ok, the floor then, lie down."
He kissed me again and placed me on the floor, with my back against the rough carpet.
He gave me a tongue bath. His toungue danced around my lips, going in and out, then in again, gently sucking on my clit making me come over and over and over again till I was dripping wet.
I was ready for him.
We fucked on the floor of his office and it ended as suddenly as it started.
As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, my boss never followed through with his promise. When I did bring it up he tried to dodge the issue then accused me of treating him like a John. Since that conversation we've been cordial and maintain a strict proffessional relationship. He still tries to get in my pants, but I made up a boyfriend so he has backed off.
Well, I certainly hope that this story I’m about to share is worthy of you
precious people’s times and I don’t come out looking like an asshole for
even ...
1 comments:
Stupid boss of yours. Men can never be trusted. Next time, collect cash before payment in service... Show him your claws next time round.
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