The afternoon sun was hot on her skin as she walked towards the huge old maple tree growing on her backyard. Miss Sexatary reached the shade under the tree and sat down on the waiting blankets and pillows. She set her jug of lemonade and a glass down on the ground next to the blanket. Little droplets of water gathered on the jug´s surface in the summer heat and the ice cubes in the jug made cracking sounds starting to melt right away.
Miss Sexatary kicked off her sandals and lay down on the blankets. She felt hot in her loose white summer dress and thought that if she was really brave she could just take it off... She decided she wasn´t quite that brave and that she was content with just lifting the dress hem up all the way to her panties. Her sheer white panties looked cheeky peeking from under her dress hem but she had decided not to care. Lying on the blankets she could feel the moist starting to build up in the back of her neck already and she sat up sighing. She gathered her long hair up in a loose bun to the top of her haed and could feel a breeze in the back of her neck. She shivered and smiled to herself; she loved summer!
Lying down again she closed her eyes and listened to the birds singing in the tree high above her.
Mr.Bossman had the airconditioning on full blast and he had opened all the car windows in desperation but it was still steaming hot inside the car. Sweat clung his shirt to his skin and he felt wet and moist in all the wrong places. Jeans had been a truly bad idea this morning, he crumbled inside while checking his map on the seat next to him. The dirt road winding in front of him seemed to take him to another time. He could see pastures with horses on them and old expensive looking houses every once in a while on the side of the road and he felt transported to a century past. He imagined taking this road to work every morning and suddenly he felt he understood Miss Sexatary a bit better. He smiled and tried to imagine what her house would look like. Rather he should be getting prepeared for what she would say when he´d turn up on her porch (she´d propably have a porch, he smirked) on the second day of her summer holidays. He glanced at his rearview mirror and saw the thick dust cloud his car left behind on the dry dirt road. Laughing to himself he sped away trying to out run the dust in vain.
Mr.Bossman took another look at his map and slowed down, the turn to Miss Sexatary´s house would be coming up right about now. Soon enough there was a open white gate to a small road to his right and he took it. Tall trees shaded the road all the way up to house that lay a good distance away from the winding dirt road. Mr.Bossman pulled up slowly to a very beautiful old wooden house. with a red door. He sat in his car letting the aircondition blast away at him looking at the house for a long time. It was white with shutters the same color, indeed it had a lovely little porch and rosebushes growing around it. The house looked very welcoming and Mr.Bossman knew that it was good reflection of the owner. He turned off his car and stepped out of the car. The heat of the summer afternoon hit him hard outside. He unbuttoned his white shirt and took the wet thing off. Wiping the sweat of his forehead with the shirt he walked to the trunk of his car and opened it. He pulled out a black bag and stuffed the shirt in there. After rummaging the bag for a while he found a white wife beater and put it on. He wondered if it was too informal for a while but decided that it was better than to go shirtless. He slammed the trunk shut hoping Miss Sexatary would hear it inside the house and come outside to see who it was because he was feeling a bit nervous about knocking on the door. He reached inside the car through the open back window and pulled out a large, colorful bouqet of flowers meant for her. Taking deep breaths he walked to the red front door and knocked. He stood still almost holding his breath but nothing happened. He knocked again and looked around the front yard. He saw Miss Sexatary´s small car parked to the side of the house and realised she had to be home. Knocking once more he took a step back and looked up at the house. There was no light on the windows but then it was daylight still and the curtains were pulled up anyway. Walking towards her car Mr.Bossman looked around and wondered if he should call out her name. When he reached the car he realised the yard extended to the back of the house too. Walking along the side of the house he saw an open window and could hear a faint sound of music from inside; she was definitelly in.
When Mr.Bossman reached the backyard he noticed the backdoor was open letting the music escape to the large garden on the back. He walked to the open doors and stepped inside. After the bright sun shine his eyes took a while to get used to the dark and he had to blink a few times. He stood in a large airy kitchen with white cupboards and olive green walls. It was clean and lovely and he felt at home immediately. He set the bouqet of flowers on the large kitchen table and called out her name: “Miss Sexatary?”. The house stood cool and still around him. He called out her name again and again there was only silence. Looking at the flowers he decided they needed water and fast he started opening the cupboard doors. Feeling like an intruder he tried to be very quiet and once he found a suitable vase for the bouqet he filled it up ith water quickly before stepping back out into the back garden. He looked around the garden noticing all sorts of strange looking flowers in the multitude of flowerbeds. Finally he saw something under a large maple. He took a few steps towards the tree and squinted his eyes in the sun shine. “Miss Sexatary?”, he called uncertain. The figure under the tree moved and sat up.
Miss Sexatary´s hair spilled down from her loose bun from the top of her head when she sat up. She yawned and wondered what had waken her up. She felt thirsty and reached for the jug of lemonade next to her.
“Miss Sexatary? Hey, did i wake you?”, his voice was unmistakable and it send a shock through her. Spinning around fast Miss Sexatary was still surprised to see Mr.Bossman standing in her garden. He looked slightly out of place here in her world. Mr.Bossman was wearing a worn out pair of jeans and a white wife beater that left his arms bare. Miss Sexatary sighed a little and realised she had never seen him out of a suit before. He looked amazing and Miss Sexatary wondered what she looked like. Suddenly she realised her dress was still hiked up to her panties and she tried to pull it down desperatelly. “Mr.Bossman!? What... Is everything alright?”, she said standing up. Mr.Bossman bend down to kiss her cheek politly and shook his head. “Um, yes, everything is alright. I was just in the neighborhood... “, he grinned at her playfully and tilted his head a little. Miss Sexatary giggled in disbelief, was he really implying that he had driven all this way to come and see her? She didn´t quite know what to say and for a moment they just stood there in the shade of the huge maple tree looking at each other.
“Please, sit down”, she finally said and immediately realising it was a silly thing to say. But Mr.Bossman nodded and sat down on the blanket amidst the pillows. “Were you asleep?”, he asked still looking at her when she sat down. “I´m sorry if i woke you up. Sweet dreams?”, he continued grinning again. Miss Sexatary giggled and nodded: “Yes, i was asleep actually. I stayed up late last night and decided to have a nap out here since it is my summer holiday and people are allowed to do things like this on their summer holidays...”.
“Correct. What good is a summer holiday if you can´t stay up late and nap away in your garden in the afternoons?”, Mr.Bossman laughed. He glanced at Miss Sexatary´s white dress. It was nearly see through and he could easily make out her lace bra through it. She looked relaxed and younger than at work. Mr.Bossman looked at her bare feet and smiled, sweet. Miss Sexatary poured a glass of lemonade out of the jug next to her and handed it to Mr.Bossman: “You must be thirsty? Was the drive very uncomfortable?”. He took the glass letting his long fingers brush against hers and smiled: “Uncomfortable is a good way to describe it. And thank you, i am very thirsty!”. He drank the lemonade and handed the glass to her to be filled again. After a third glass he gave the glass back and sighed loudly: “That´s better!”. Miss Sexatary poured the glass full again for herself this time and lifting the glass to her lips she drank. Mr.Bossman watched her drinking and loved the moves of her throath when she swallowed.
“I brought you some flowers...”,he told her. “I put them in a vase in the house. i couldn´t find you at first and went to look for you inside. I hope you don´t mind?”. Miss Sexatary was so surprised by him bringing her flowers that she managed to spill some of the lemonade down the front of her dress. She sqeeled a little when the still cool lemonade hit her skin through the sheer fabric and set her glass aside. “Oh no...”, she moaned and pulled the wet fabric of her skin. Mr.Bossman rushed to dry the dress with a handkerchief and made her smile: what a gentleman, he carried a handkerchief while wearing jeans and a wife beater. Mr.Bossman rubbed at the wet spot on the dress gently with a concentrated frown. “I think i got it...”, he mumbled leaning very close to her chest to check. Miss Sexatary felt his breath on her skin and his scent surrounded her. “Thank you...”, she almost whispered touching his arm lightly. Mr.Bossman pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. He licked his lips fast and smiled. “Why are you here?”, Miss Sexatary asked quietly. Up in the tree a bird chirpped loudly and she could hear a car pass her house on the dirt road. Mr.Bossman´s face softened and he put the handkerchief away. He reached to smooth her hair and let his soft thumb stroke her cheek slowly. “I missed you... “, he whispered and glanced away shy. Miss Sexatary sighed again surprised. “You did?”, she asked and turned her head to quickly kiss the thumb stroking her cheek. Mr.Bossman looked at her again, this time intently. Slowly, almost carefully he came closer to her and finally kissed her. His lips were soft and gentle and the kiss was light. Miss Sexatary touched his face with her hands and pulled him closer to her for another kiss. With every kiss they became braver and the kisses more demanding. Her tongue felt his beautiful theet and his wide tongue pushed into her mouth to explore. He nibbled at her lower lip and made her moan.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
PARTY PLANNING WITH MR.BOSSMAN...
Peep. The intercom on Miss Sexatary´s desk came to life. "Miss Sexatary, i wonder if u could bring me a cup of coffee, you know the way i like it and come and take some notes down, please". Mr.Bossman´s voice sounded every bit as husky through the crackling intercom line as it did when he spoke next to her. "Sure thing Mr.Bossman, i´ll be right there", Miss Sexatary answered reaching for her pink notepad and pen. She rushed to get the coffee just as he liked it from the canteen right outside their office. With the steaming hot coffee in one hand and notepad and pen in the other she arrived flushed to Mr.Bossman´s office only couple of minutes later.
"Well Miss Sexatary, that was quick!", Mr.Bossman laughed surprised and took the coffee of her. His long fingers touched hers and there was a tingling sensation. "Please, sit down".
Miss Sexatary sat down opposite him. Between them his large desk seemed like a barrier and she felt an ache to be closer to him.
"Umm... the office party Miss Sexatary. Any ideas for it?", Mr.Bossman asked. He was sipping his hot coffee carefully and after every sip he licked his lips quickly to relieve the burn of it. Miss Sexatary couldn´t help but think back to her holiday in India and the snakes and their charmers on the market places. Following the move of the charmers flute the snakes slowly stood errect and licking the air with their long tongue they tried to smell it while tourists growded around. Mr.Bossman´s tongue made her quiver. She wanted to be his snake´s charmer...
"Miss Sexatary? Are you ok?", Mr.Bossman´s voice broke the spell and she realised she had drifted as far away from their converstaion as India. Flusterred she smiled: "Yes. I am sorry. The office party, right".
"Yes... The party. Have you any ideas for it because i am quite frankly stuck on zero", Mr.Bossman yawned and streched his arms over his head. He leaned his head back against his leather chair and closed his pretty blue eyes. He looked relaxed and Miss Sexatary wondered if it had anything to do with her being there and him trusting her to take care of the party. She was pretty sure it did. Relaxed he just sat there and didn´t seem to mind the silence. If she could just hold still & quiet for few minutes Mr.Bossman would surely drift off to sleep and maybe she could then sneak a kiss from his lips. He wouldn´t ever know... Miss Sexatary giggled inside and shook her head, what a plan!
Mr.Bossman´s breathing started to slow down and his face relaxed. He shifted his tall frame on the chair to find a better position. Slowly his lovely long fingers relaxed too and Miss Sexatary watched them curl slightly into his palms, just as fingers do when people sleep. She sighed not quite believing that it was truly happening, he was falling asleep! She wondered if she could still back out off her bold plan to kiss him. After all she never did say she would actually do it, it was more of a silly daydream. But then dreams are often dreamt so they could come true one day!
Miss Sexatary relaxed in her chair too and let her eyes drink in the scene infront of her. He was fast a sleep. One hand still over his head, the other down in his lap with curled fingers. Legs spread just enough for her to imagine she could make out the outlines of his cock in the folds of his black pants. In his slumber Mr.Bossman swallowed hard and turned to face her. Miss Sexatary bite her lip till she drew blood. He was so beautiful! His long lashes looked even longer now and his relaxed lips pouted just a little. He had a stubble and she wondered if he had shaven this morning.
Carefully not to make a sound she stood up and set the notepad and pen down on her chair. She stepped out of her high heels and tiptoed around the desk. Trembling she bend down close to sleeping Mr.Bossman´s neck and drew his scent in. He smelled divine; like forrest and vanilla mixed together. Gently she touched his pouting lower lip with one finger and then quickly pressed the same finger to her own wine coloured lips. Kiss. Mission completed, she smiled to herself and started to pull away. But Mr.Bossman moved and still asleep his lips brushed against Miss Sexatary´s chin. She froze in fear but was also stopped in her tracks by her own growing desire. He was so close, right there an inch away from her lips completly vounerable. She fought the insticnt to flee while she still could with her desire to take the kiss when it was so close. Instincts lost the fight and gathering all her courage she kissed him. Taking her time, making sure she felt all of his lips, she poured the desire in that one kiss. She couldn´t help herself but had to touch his sleeping face while she let her tongue feel the mouth. Lost in his taste and his scent, she felt locked to him like in a dream. Suddenly his mouth opened and his wide tongue pushed it´s way into her mouth. She moaned against him and for a moment didn´t realise he was awake. Only when Mr.Bossman took gentle hold of her hair pushing her closer to his hungry mouth did she know she had been caught. Scared by the consequences she froze and started to pull away. Mr.Bossman released her hair and it tumbled down her neck from the bun that his huge hand had undone. Blushing furiously she tried to think of an explanation but couldn´t. "Don´t go...", Mr.Bossman´s voice was soft like it had never been for her before. Their eyes met and his stare was longing. He brushed a strand of loose hair from Miss Sexatary´s cheek and curled it behind her burning ear. Concentrating on her mouth he pulled her closer again and kissed her this time. Miss Sexatary closed her eyes again and felt a surge of pleasure through her guilt. His stuble brushed her face almost painfully and in her mind she begged him to punish her for her arrogance. But Mr.Bossman didn´t punish her, instead he pulled her into his warm lap and embrace. Like electricity running through her she felt the desire taking over and making her braver than she really was. She curled up into one pulsing bundle of want in his lap kissing him so hard she though she might hurt him. But there was no complaints from Mr.Bossman. His hands grabbing at her ass and his mouth eating away, right back at her, he groaned with pleasure. Under her Miss Sexatary felt the cock she had imagined to see before and she reached her hand to feel it. Hardening slowly the cock quivered in her hand slightly and made Mr.Bossman pull away for air. He gasped loudly before holding his breath for a second. With a deep sigh he squeezed his eyes shut and frowned as in pain. Miss Sexatary fondled him through the black fabric for a while watching his face flush. But that wasn´t what she really wanted and deciding to live this daydream to the fullest, she slipped down from Mr.Bossman´s lap on to the floor. Kneeling down in front of him she reached to open his belt and pants. Mr.Bossman smiled in disbelief at her but didn´t hesitate for a second to help her with the belt. Pushing and pulling at the cloth of the pants she finally discovered what she had been looking for. Mr.Bossman´s cock rested against his lower belly rosy and beautiful. Feeling the heat emanating from the cock she picked it up between her fingers and squeezed it gently. The cock pulsed and hardened and Mr.Bossman sighed laughing. "Wakey wakey", Miss Sexatary whispered to the still sleepy member and kissed the tip. She let her tongue circle the head twice before she pulled the skin back slightly and dipped the cock in her wet mouth. Mr.Bossman muttered something and pushed his fingers into her loose hair. Not waiting for the sleepy cock, Miss Sexatary closed her eyes and proceeded to suck the bastard into a proper posture. Up and down she let her lips stroke the shaft and her tongue to circle. With her fingers she caressed the belly, the balls and the cock. She gave no mercy to Mr.Bossman who squirmmed and tugged at her hair. She was going to enjoy this her way!
Sucking hard and savouring the taste she had waken up the cock. It had swelled to twice it´s rather impressive original size and everytime she let her mouth release the cock it sprang against Mr.Bossman´s belly with a fierce slap. With amused grin Mr.Bossman watched Miss Sexatary toy with his cock. While she was giving him head he watched her face, getting almost as much pleasure from her expressions of desire and want, as he did from the glorious head she gave. Stroking her hair he was pleased about falling a sleep. He still wasn´t quite sure if he was awake or dreaming but his only wish was that if this should have been a dream it wouldn´t end before she had made him cum.
Again Miss Sexatary pulled the cock into her mouth and again she felt Mr.Bossman´s hand pressing her head down encouraging her to take as much of the cock in as she possibly could. She purred with the pleasure this gave her and tried her damndest to beat her previous record...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mr.Bossman sat up straight and Miss Sexatary released his pulsing cock from her mouth. Hearing the doorhandle starting to turn, Mr.Bossman could only usher Miss Sexatary under his desk and pull himself on his chair so close to the edge of the desk it touched his heaving belly. Miss Sexatary giggled crouching in the dark under the desk. Good thing the desk was covered with beautiful carved panelling from the front or all the world could see her under there. Her eyes started to get used to the dark and in front of her she saw Mr.Bossman´s cock, tip touching the desk top. She grinned and reached for it pulling it to her lips again. Mr.Bossman shuffled his feet under the desk and tried to silence the moan growing inside him.
The door to the office opened and in walked Mr.Bossman´s chief of staff. "I´m sorry, you´re not busy are you? Miss Sexatary seems to have disappeared from her desk out there... I had an idea for the office party!", the chief of staff said walking uncertainly into the room. On the floor next to a chair Mr.Bossman noticed Miss Sexatary´s black high heels. Shit.
Mr.Bossman tried to concentrate and keep his eyes open but with every lick and every nibble at his cock he found it harder and harder: "Umm..Yes, the party...Indeed!... Hmm...Umm-m... idea you said?"
Miss Sexatary suckled the cock waiting for the nectarine of life to come rushing out of the delicate tip any moment now. She quickly licked the balls and nibbled at them while rubbing the base of the cock slowly.
"Yeah, we were talking in the coffee room earlier and thought that like a cowboys and cowgirls theme would be kinda neat!", the chief of staff explained laughing to his brilliant idea. "Unless you already decided something cuz i´m sure that´s cool too but we just thought since the theme hadn´t been announced yet and...", he went on and on.
"FINE! That´s good, brilliant. Just...umm-mmmh... perfect! We´ll do that!", Mr.Bossman piped and closed his eyes with a gasp. The chief of staff stood still looking perplexed. "That´s good! I´ll leave the planning to you and you do what you think is right. Now go, go...", Mr.Bossman almost moaned at the slow proceedings. Walking away slowly the chief of staff turned around at the door: "Yeah, cool. I´ll make it happen... i guess".
With an angry frown Mr.Bossman finally got rid of the idiot and even before the door had closed behid him Mr.Bossman had pushed his chair back from under the desk and moaned loudly. Miss Sexatary looked up at his anguished face with the throbbing cock locked tightly in her mouth. Sucking fast now she caressed the shaft with one hand and smoothed the hairs of his lower belly with the other. Mr.Bossman´s breathing was dangerously erratic. He pulled at her hair in vain to release his cock. And then it was too late! The warm cum filled Miss Sexatary´s mouth in bursts. She moaned never letting go of the cock, now sucking slowly and gently at the jerking member. Mr.Bossman groaned and panted crouching down over her. His lips touched her hair and his hands rubbed her arched back. Finally the jerking subsided and the cock started to soften again. Miss Sexatary swallowed the last of the cum and pulled away. The cock rested relaxed against Mr.Bossmans thigh still looking rosy and beautiful.
"Sweet jesus... Am i not supposed to wake up now if this is a dream?", Mr.Bossman laughed. Miss Sexatary giggled and stood up. She bent down to kiss Mr.Bossman once more. Then she walked to her shoes and notepad. "Shhh...", she whispered smiling to Mr.Bossman who lay in his chair thoroughly spent. "Well, we did a good job with the party planning Miss Sexatary!", Mr.Bossman called after her. "It´s a cowboys and cowgirls theme, you know" he managed before the door closed behind Miss Sexatary. He could hear her familiar giggle through the door and he laughed to himself, cowboys and cowgirls for fucks sake...
"Well Miss Sexatary, that was quick!", Mr.Bossman laughed surprised and took the coffee of her. His long fingers touched hers and there was a tingling sensation. "Please, sit down".
Miss Sexatary sat down opposite him. Between them his large desk seemed like a barrier and she felt an ache to be closer to him.
"Umm... the office party Miss Sexatary. Any ideas for it?", Mr.Bossman asked. He was sipping his hot coffee carefully and after every sip he licked his lips quickly to relieve the burn of it. Miss Sexatary couldn´t help but think back to her holiday in India and the snakes and their charmers on the market places. Following the move of the charmers flute the snakes slowly stood errect and licking the air with their long tongue they tried to smell it while tourists growded around. Mr.Bossman´s tongue made her quiver. She wanted to be his snake´s charmer...
"Miss Sexatary? Are you ok?", Mr.Bossman´s voice broke the spell and she realised she had drifted as far away from their converstaion as India. Flusterred she smiled: "Yes. I am sorry. The office party, right".
"Yes... The party. Have you any ideas for it because i am quite frankly stuck on zero", Mr.Bossman yawned and streched his arms over his head. He leaned his head back against his leather chair and closed his pretty blue eyes. He looked relaxed and Miss Sexatary wondered if it had anything to do with her being there and him trusting her to take care of the party. She was pretty sure it did. Relaxed he just sat there and didn´t seem to mind the silence. If she could just hold still & quiet for few minutes Mr.Bossman would surely drift off to sleep and maybe she could then sneak a kiss from his lips. He wouldn´t ever know... Miss Sexatary giggled inside and shook her head, what a plan!
Mr.Bossman´s breathing started to slow down and his face relaxed. He shifted his tall frame on the chair to find a better position. Slowly his lovely long fingers relaxed too and Miss Sexatary watched them curl slightly into his palms, just as fingers do when people sleep. She sighed not quite believing that it was truly happening, he was falling asleep! She wondered if she could still back out off her bold plan to kiss him. After all she never did say she would actually do it, it was more of a silly daydream. But then dreams are often dreamt so they could come true one day!
Miss Sexatary relaxed in her chair too and let her eyes drink in the scene infront of her. He was fast a sleep. One hand still over his head, the other down in his lap with curled fingers. Legs spread just enough for her to imagine she could make out the outlines of his cock in the folds of his black pants. In his slumber Mr.Bossman swallowed hard and turned to face her. Miss Sexatary bite her lip till she drew blood. He was so beautiful! His long lashes looked even longer now and his relaxed lips pouted just a little. He had a stubble and she wondered if he had shaven this morning.
Carefully not to make a sound she stood up and set the notepad and pen down on her chair. She stepped out of her high heels and tiptoed around the desk. Trembling she bend down close to sleeping Mr.Bossman´s neck and drew his scent in. He smelled divine; like forrest and vanilla mixed together. Gently she touched his pouting lower lip with one finger and then quickly pressed the same finger to her own wine coloured lips. Kiss. Mission completed, she smiled to herself and started to pull away. But Mr.Bossman moved and still asleep his lips brushed against Miss Sexatary´s chin. She froze in fear but was also stopped in her tracks by her own growing desire. He was so close, right there an inch away from her lips completly vounerable. She fought the insticnt to flee while she still could with her desire to take the kiss when it was so close. Instincts lost the fight and gathering all her courage she kissed him. Taking her time, making sure she felt all of his lips, she poured the desire in that one kiss. She couldn´t help herself but had to touch his sleeping face while she let her tongue feel the mouth. Lost in his taste and his scent, she felt locked to him like in a dream. Suddenly his mouth opened and his wide tongue pushed it´s way into her mouth. She moaned against him and for a moment didn´t realise he was awake. Only when Mr.Bossman took gentle hold of her hair pushing her closer to his hungry mouth did she know she had been caught. Scared by the consequences she froze and started to pull away. Mr.Bossman released her hair and it tumbled down her neck from the bun that his huge hand had undone. Blushing furiously she tried to think of an explanation but couldn´t. "Don´t go...", Mr.Bossman´s voice was soft like it had never been for her before. Their eyes met and his stare was longing. He brushed a strand of loose hair from Miss Sexatary´s cheek and curled it behind her burning ear. Concentrating on her mouth he pulled her closer again and kissed her this time. Miss Sexatary closed her eyes again and felt a surge of pleasure through her guilt. His stuble brushed her face almost painfully and in her mind she begged him to punish her for her arrogance. But Mr.Bossman didn´t punish her, instead he pulled her into his warm lap and embrace. Like electricity running through her she felt the desire taking over and making her braver than she really was. She curled up into one pulsing bundle of want in his lap kissing him so hard she though she might hurt him. But there was no complaints from Mr.Bossman. His hands grabbing at her ass and his mouth eating away, right back at her, he groaned with pleasure. Under her Miss Sexatary felt the cock she had imagined to see before and she reached her hand to feel it. Hardening slowly the cock quivered in her hand slightly and made Mr.Bossman pull away for air. He gasped loudly before holding his breath for a second. With a deep sigh he squeezed his eyes shut and frowned as in pain. Miss Sexatary fondled him through the black fabric for a while watching his face flush. But that wasn´t what she really wanted and deciding to live this daydream to the fullest, she slipped down from Mr.Bossman´s lap on to the floor. Kneeling down in front of him she reached to open his belt and pants. Mr.Bossman smiled in disbelief at her but didn´t hesitate for a second to help her with the belt. Pushing and pulling at the cloth of the pants she finally discovered what she had been looking for. Mr.Bossman´s cock rested against his lower belly rosy and beautiful. Feeling the heat emanating from the cock she picked it up between her fingers and squeezed it gently. The cock pulsed and hardened and Mr.Bossman sighed laughing. "Wakey wakey", Miss Sexatary whispered to the still sleepy member and kissed the tip. She let her tongue circle the head twice before she pulled the skin back slightly and dipped the cock in her wet mouth. Mr.Bossman muttered something and pushed his fingers into her loose hair. Not waiting for the sleepy cock, Miss Sexatary closed her eyes and proceeded to suck the bastard into a proper posture. Up and down she let her lips stroke the shaft and her tongue to circle. With her fingers she caressed the belly, the balls and the cock. She gave no mercy to Mr.Bossman who squirmmed and tugged at her hair. She was going to enjoy this her way!
Sucking hard and savouring the taste she had waken up the cock. It had swelled to twice it´s rather impressive original size and everytime she let her mouth release the cock it sprang against Mr.Bossman´s belly with a fierce slap. With amused grin Mr.Bossman watched Miss Sexatary toy with his cock. While she was giving him head he watched her face, getting almost as much pleasure from her expressions of desire and want, as he did from the glorious head she gave. Stroking her hair he was pleased about falling a sleep. He still wasn´t quite sure if he was awake or dreaming but his only wish was that if this should have been a dream it wouldn´t end before she had made him cum.
Again Miss Sexatary pulled the cock into her mouth and again she felt Mr.Bossman´s hand pressing her head down encouraging her to take as much of the cock in as she possibly could. She purred with the pleasure this gave her and tried her damndest to beat her previous record...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Mr.Bossman sat up straight and Miss Sexatary released his pulsing cock from her mouth. Hearing the doorhandle starting to turn, Mr.Bossman could only usher Miss Sexatary under his desk and pull himself on his chair so close to the edge of the desk it touched his heaving belly. Miss Sexatary giggled crouching in the dark under the desk. Good thing the desk was covered with beautiful carved panelling from the front or all the world could see her under there. Her eyes started to get used to the dark and in front of her she saw Mr.Bossman´s cock, tip touching the desk top. She grinned and reached for it pulling it to her lips again. Mr.Bossman shuffled his feet under the desk and tried to silence the moan growing inside him.
The door to the office opened and in walked Mr.Bossman´s chief of staff. "I´m sorry, you´re not busy are you? Miss Sexatary seems to have disappeared from her desk out there... I had an idea for the office party!", the chief of staff said walking uncertainly into the room. On the floor next to a chair Mr.Bossman noticed Miss Sexatary´s black high heels. Shit.
Mr.Bossman tried to concentrate and keep his eyes open but with every lick and every nibble at his cock he found it harder and harder: "Umm..Yes, the party...Indeed!... Hmm...Umm-m... idea you said?"
Miss Sexatary suckled the cock waiting for the nectarine of life to come rushing out of the delicate tip any moment now. She quickly licked the balls and nibbled at them while rubbing the base of the cock slowly.
"Yeah, we were talking in the coffee room earlier and thought that like a cowboys and cowgirls theme would be kinda neat!", the chief of staff explained laughing to his brilliant idea. "Unless you already decided something cuz i´m sure that´s cool too but we just thought since the theme hadn´t been announced yet and...", he went on and on.
"FINE! That´s good, brilliant. Just...umm-mmmh... perfect! We´ll do that!", Mr.Bossman piped and closed his eyes with a gasp. The chief of staff stood still looking perplexed. "That´s good! I´ll leave the planning to you and you do what you think is right. Now go, go...", Mr.Bossman almost moaned at the slow proceedings. Walking away slowly the chief of staff turned around at the door: "Yeah, cool. I´ll make it happen... i guess".
With an angry frown Mr.Bossman finally got rid of the idiot and even before the door had closed behid him Mr.Bossman had pushed his chair back from under the desk and moaned loudly. Miss Sexatary looked up at his anguished face with the throbbing cock locked tightly in her mouth. Sucking fast now she caressed the shaft with one hand and smoothed the hairs of his lower belly with the other. Mr.Bossman´s breathing was dangerously erratic. He pulled at her hair in vain to release his cock. And then it was too late! The warm cum filled Miss Sexatary´s mouth in bursts. She moaned never letting go of the cock, now sucking slowly and gently at the jerking member. Mr.Bossman groaned and panted crouching down over her. His lips touched her hair and his hands rubbed her arched back. Finally the jerking subsided and the cock started to soften again. Miss Sexatary swallowed the last of the cum and pulled away. The cock rested relaxed against Mr.Bossmans thigh still looking rosy and beautiful.
"Sweet jesus... Am i not supposed to wake up now if this is a dream?", Mr.Bossman laughed. Miss Sexatary giggled and stood up. She bent down to kiss Mr.Bossman once more. Then she walked to her shoes and notepad. "Shhh...", she whispered smiling to Mr.Bossman who lay in his chair thoroughly spent. "Well, we did a good job with the party planning Miss Sexatary!", Mr.Bossman called after her. "It´s a cowboys and cowgirls theme, you know" he managed before the door closed behind Miss Sexatary. He could hear her familiar giggle through the door and he laughed to himself, cowboys and cowgirls for fucks sake...
Friday, March 9, 2007
PAYDAY FOR MISS SEXATARY...
In the flashy high rise office it was friday again and a payday. Miss Sexatary sat at her desk with a nail file in hand and stared dreamingly into space. Her mind had been away from work all day and she blushed at her own thoughts. She could just make out Mr.Bossman´s voice coming through his office´s closed doors. He was on the phone and obviously mad at someone... Miss Sexatary shivered, she always did when Mr.Bossman got all bossy. He was so sexy with his angry frown and his blue eyes like icicles. His deepening husky voice and the deep, heavy breaths... Enough, Miss Sexatary commanded, herself standing up and putting the nail file down. She proceeded to organize her already perfectly organized desk nervously; Mr.Bossman appriciates organizational skills, she thought while suffeling her papers around again and again.
Lately Miss Sexatary had noticed she was getting very nervous and shy when it came to Mr.Bossman. She couldn´t quite figure out why though as she had been working for him for three years already and nothing had changed in that time. Still, the butterflies in her tummy when he looked at her and the shivers down her spine when he called her by her name... Miss Sexatary was horrified to feel herself getting moist. What was the matter with her?
She decided to wait till Mr.Bossman had finished his call and then just get his signature to her paycheck and then she would go home early today, just say she was feeling sick. At home she would have a bubble bath and a box of chocolates and try and forget all about Mr.Bossman for the weekend. She was pleased with her plan and congratulated herself for having the guts to take some time for herself like this. She never used to do that...
In his office Mr.Bossman slammed the phone down angrily and wished he broke an eardrum on the other end. He took his suit jacket of and threw it on his desk. The chocolate brown fabric slid down to the floor from the smooth shiney surface of the huge desk but Mr.Bossman couldn´t be bothered to try and catch it. On the floor the jacket looked like it had been taken off in a hurry to get undressed... Mr.Bossman´s mind started to wander again. He thought of Miss Sexatary´s milky white neck and skin of her breasts he could catch glimpses of through the generous opening of her blouse. And he wondered if she knew what happened to Mr.Bossman everytime he saw her tight black skirt riding up just a little revealing her perfect knees... He walked to one of the large window in his office and pressed his forehead against the cool window pane. How good it felt. He put his right hand in his pocket and felt the swelling cock. This is what happened when he only thought of Miss Sexatary´s black skirt, when he actually saw it he usually had to sit down and hide behind his desk! Mr.Bossman closed his eyes and gave away to the his desire. He stroked himself slowly through the pockets coarse fabric and pinched down at the end of his cock. The desire grew in him and warmed his blood. Mr.Bossman´s cheeks turned rosy as he reached for the fly of his pants.
"Mr.Bossman?", Miss Sexatary´s voice stopped his hand from the intercom. "Are you available Mr.Bossman?", she asked again and Mr.Bossman blushed, was he ever! He stumbled to his desk and sat down in his big leather office chair. He reached for the intercom trying to slow his breathing down: "Sure Miss Sexatary, for you I am always available".
Miss Sexatary smiled at Mr.Bossman´s remark in the intercom and gathered up her papers. She stood up from her desk pulling her skirt down. Although she liked her little black number it was a bother when sitting down as it always rode up her legs... She walked to his office door and opened it. Mr.Bossman was sat behind his desk and seemed to be busy looking through some paperwork. In the air of the room she could clearly smell his aftershave. Mr.Bossman looked up from his papers as she walked up to his desk and to his side. "What is it i can help you with then, Miss Sexatary?" his voice was honey to her. She smiled and handed him the papers: "Just sign these and i will be out of your way for the rest of the day...". "Is that a threat?", he asked and winked at her. Miss Sexatary laughed and looked away embarressed of her own blushing, she felt like a teenager. On the floor Miss Sexatary noticed Mr.Bossman´s brand new suit jacket all crumbled up. "Oh Mr.Bossman...", she scolded him gently and bend down to pick up the beautiful brown jacket. Mr.Bossman looked at Miss Sexatary bending down like in slow motion. The black skirt hugged her perfect ass as it rode up slowly to reveal the backs of her knees. Mr.Bossman wanted to moan out aloud. He could feel his hard on getting worse underneath the desk top and he instictively grabbed his cock. Miss Sexatary stood up with the jacket and turned to see Mr.Bossman´s flushed face and burning eyes staring at her intently. His eyes seemed to burn through hers and her wetness felt like flood increasing so suddenly. Miss Sexatary´s nipples started to harden as blood rushed to rouge her cheeks too. "You really shouldn´t... This jacket is new Mr.Boss...", her voice trailed off as she tried to hide how turned on she suddenly was. Mr.Bossman could see Miss Sexatary´s distress as clearly as he felt his own. He let his chair turn around so he was facing her and she had an open view to see his hard on. Miss Sexatary glanced down at Mr.Bossman´s lap and felt both surprised and reliefed to see his manhood trying to fight it´s way through the chocolate brown pants. Mr.Bossman pulled his chair closer to Miss Sexatary and gently dragged his long fingers up her long leg. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She pulled the jacket close to her face and again smelled Mr.Bossman´s aftershave. Mr.Bossman kept stroking her leg higher and higher untill his fingers met the hem of her skirt. He pushed past it and felt the warm skin of her inner thigh. Miss Sexatary swayed and had to take a hold of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder so she wouldn´t fall from pleasure. She stepped her legs apart a little more while catching a glimpse of Mr.Bossman´s face. He seemed lost in the whiteness of her skin and the warmth her pussy was glowing by now. She let her nails dig into his shoulder when he quickly let his finger brush her pussy through her moist panties. They both moaned, she from pleasure and he from the pain of the nails in his flesh. They exchanged a silent glance filled with anticipation.
Mr.Bossman now reached both his hands under Miss Sexatary´s skirt and tugged at her red panties. She sighed once more and thanked her lucky stars she had decided to wear her naughty red lace panties today instead of the belly hugging skin coloured type. She was pleased that she must have seemed almost prepeared for something like this in his eyes... Soon Miss Sexatary lost the thread of her thoughts when she felt the panties peel away and fall to her ankles. Mr.Bossman took a hold of her black high heel and lifted it of the ground to get rid of the panties. After lifting the other shoe off the ground too he looked up and while staring at her hungrily he picked up the red lace panties and put them in his pants pocket. She laughed with delight and got a bad boy grin back.
Mr.Bossman pushed the skirt up all the way to Miss Sexatary´s hips revealing her sharply cut triangle of pubic hair. Murmuring something under his breath Mr.Bossman bent down to kiss the top of the triangle. He let his lips caress the sensetive skin of her low belly while he gently grabbed her buttocks. Miss Sexatary let go of the jacket, she let go of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder and she nearly let go of all reason completly. With her free hands she took hold of his close shaven head and pushed him even closer to herself. His kisses covered her belly, then her thighs and she let a long moan escape her lips.
Mr.Bossman knew that moan, he regonized it, he knew the meaning. He pulled his face reluctantly away from the warmth of her skin and stood up. Facing her now he grabbed her legs one to each side of his hips and lifted her up off the ground. He turned with her surprised face almost touching his and her wet pussy pressing against his belly. He let her down on his smooth, cool desk top and looked at her. She looked flushed, like a little girl almost. Her mouth slightly open to draw in fast little breaths of air to clear her head. Her brow was moist from sweat and she smelled divine to him, like a bunch of spring flowers and vanilla. Mr.Bossman bend to her and pressed his lips to hers. She opened like the flower she seemed to him and drew in his breath. He ate her mouth, pushed his tongue in to find hers. Their tongues licked each other, they met and got tangled in the heat. Mr.Bossman´s hands pulled her blouse unopened over her head and then found a home on her breasts playing with her rock hard nipples. He pressed his face onto her neck and let his 3 o´clock shadow scrape the sensetive skin while his mouth sucked hard on the white flesh. Miss Sexatary was opening his belt and pants. Her legs were curling up around his legs and she let out a small giggle when he reached to unhook her red lace bra. She ripped his cream coloured shirt from his pants and like magic she opened his shirt buttons in an instant, as if she had done it a million times before. Mr.Bossman felt his pants fall down to his ankles as he was taking first his shirt and then his white tanktop off. Miss Sexatary sat there on the desk touching the black hairs of his chest gently looking up at him. Her bare breasts, pink hard nipples and the glistening wetness betwen her legs made her irresistible. He knew this sight would never leave him. He knew that this was a moment he would return to many times from now on when he´d be feeling lonely...
Kicking the pants of his ankles he sat back down on his office chair and pulled up to Miss Sexatary on the desk. She swallowed hard and moved her hands behind her so that she was leaning on them. Mr.Bossman licked his lips with his deliciously pink tongue and still looking her right in the eyes he bend down and pushed his tongue straight inside her pussy. She felt like exploding, blood rushing into her pussy, everything swelling up. Gasping for a breath she had to close her eyes and lay down on the table on her back. The surface of the desk was so cold while Mr.Bossman´s mouth almost burned her pussy. He parted her pussy to get access to her clit and when he found it he lapped at it with his wide tongue slowly. He pressed down on the pulsing clit with his tongue, he sucked it. He licked gently and slowly then hard and fast making it impossible for her to prepear for anything, to pace herself. He held on to her hips so tightly that any attempts to try and escape the tongue were in vain. She squirmmed, lifting her hips as much as Mr.Bossma´n allowed. Her moans were loud and sounded close to cries for help.
Suddenly Mr.Bossman let go of her hips and pressed on hand down on her belly. His tongue worked fast on her clit distracting her from his intensions and she was surprised completly by his long fingers pushing into her wetness. A cry stopped at her throat. The fingers pumped in and out slowly taking their sweet time while the mouth on her clit never stopped for a second. He curled his fingers finding every nook and cranny of her over flowing pussy. He did it all just right, not too hard but hard enough. He sneaked a peek at her face once in a while to see how she felt. Mr.Bossman had forgotten everything, the stress, the earlier maddening phone call, his own pleasure whilest plunged into her salty pussy. He wanted to lap the juices up and have the taste stay in his mouth forever! He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his fingers sweetly and he loved it. After slowly pulling his dripping wet fingers from inside her and his glistening face from her pussy he stood up and pulled his tight white boxer down.
His hard on was perfect. His cock looked thick and moist as it popped against his tight belly. Pulling her down closer to the edge of the desk by her thighs he felt the desire again. He felt the burn in his balls looking at Miss Sexatary´s wet pussy and almost drowsy eyes.
"Are you ready Miss Sexatary?" he asked but before any answer could come from her lips he plunged his cock deep into her. She groaned like an animal. Holding on to her thighs still he pumpped himself into the tight pussy moaning quietly. He fucked her. he fucked her like he had never fucked anyone else with everything he had. His cock felt like on fire brushing against the wet walls of her pussy. She clampped down on his thick cock with her tight pussy feeling every push in the roots of her hair. He lifted his legs up pn his shoulders and bend down on top of her. While kissing her again and letting his tongue find it´s partner he slipped a hand in between their bodys to find her clit. He picked up some of the juice on his two fingers and started to rub the clit with circular motion. Miss Sexatary´s whole body was moist as she gasped for breaths in between the surges of pleasure. She pulled Mr.Bossman closer and closer to herself and loved the weight of him on top of her.
Then everything went white. She felt the waited explotion spread from her clit to all over her body. Wether she was crying or screaming bloody murder, she couldn´t have said afterwards but for that blessed moment she felt all the barriers break inside her by Mr.Bossman´s glorious cock pumping again and again into her. The orgasm spread and lasted till she thought she would faint. She was aware of Mr.Bossman´s muffled cries against her neck and the last jerking pushes he made before he relaxed and rested on top of her letting her legs slip down on each of his sides. Panting their sweatty bodies sticking together they rested touching each other gently. Mr.Bossman lifetd his head to kiss her again this time more gently not wanting to devour her completly anymore. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Mr.Bossman rested on top of her for a little while more and then stood up pulling her to her unsteady feet. He grabbed a pck of cigarettes of his desk and lighted one for each of them. "But Mr.Bossman, your allergies..." Miss Sexatary protested drawing a long deep drag from her ciggie. Mr.Bossman winked: "I think we deserve this. And if anything should happen i have you here to help me out..."
Miss Sexatary laughed aloud, indeed. She felt satisfied. Like weekend had just truly begun and like she had just gotten pne hell of a payrise too!
Lately Miss Sexatary had noticed she was getting very nervous and shy when it came to Mr.Bossman. She couldn´t quite figure out why though as she had been working for him for three years already and nothing had changed in that time. Still, the butterflies in her tummy when he looked at her and the shivers down her spine when he called her by her name... Miss Sexatary was horrified to feel herself getting moist. What was the matter with her?
She decided to wait till Mr.Bossman had finished his call and then just get his signature to her paycheck and then she would go home early today, just say she was feeling sick. At home she would have a bubble bath and a box of chocolates and try and forget all about Mr.Bossman for the weekend. She was pleased with her plan and congratulated herself for having the guts to take some time for herself like this. She never used to do that...
In his office Mr.Bossman slammed the phone down angrily and wished he broke an eardrum on the other end. He took his suit jacket of and threw it on his desk. The chocolate brown fabric slid down to the floor from the smooth shiney surface of the huge desk but Mr.Bossman couldn´t be bothered to try and catch it. On the floor the jacket looked like it had been taken off in a hurry to get undressed... Mr.Bossman´s mind started to wander again. He thought of Miss Sexatary´s milky white neck and skin of her breasts he could catch glimpses of through the generous opening of her blouse. And he wondered if she knew what happened to Mr.Bossman everytime he saw her tight black skirt riding up just a little revealing her perfect knees... He walked to one of the large window in his office and pressed his forehead against the cool window pane. How good it felt. He put his right hand in his pocket and felt the swelling cock. This is what happened when he only thought of Miss Sexatary´s black skirt, when he actually saw it he usually had to sit down and hide behind his desk! Mr.Bossman closed his eyes and gave away to the his desire. He stroked himself slowly through the pockets coarse fabric and pinched down at the end of his cock. The desire grew in him and warmed his blood. Mr.Bossman´s cheeks turned rosy as he reached for the fly of his pants.
"Mr.Bossman?", Miss Sexatary´s voice stopped his hand from the intercom. "Are you available Mr.Bossman?", she asked again and Mr.Bossman blushed, was he ever! He stumbled to his desk and sat down in his big leather office chair. He reached for the intercom trying to slow his breathing down: "Sure Miss Sexatary, for you I am always available".
Miss Sexatary smiled at Mr.Bossman´s remark in the intercom and gathered up her papers. She stood up from her desk pulling her skirt down. Although she liked her little black number it was a bother when sitting down as it always rode up her legs... She walked to his office door and opened it. Mr.Bossman was sat behind his desk and seemed to be busy looking through some paperwork. In the air of the room she could clearly smell his aftershave. Mr.Bossman looked up from his papers as she walked up to his desk and to his side. "What is it i can help you with then, Miss Sexatary?" his voice was honey to her. She smiled and handed him the papers: "Just sign these and i will be out of your way for the rest of the day...". "Is that a threat?", he asked and winked at her. Miss Sexatary laughed and looked away embarressed of her own blushing, she felt like a teenager. On the floor Miss Sexatary noticed Mr.Bossman´s brand new suit jacket all crumbled up. "Oh Mr.Bossman...", she scolded him gently and bend down to pick up the beautiful brown jacket. Mr.Bossman looked at Miss Sexatary bending down like in slow motion. The black skirt hugged her perfect ass as it rode up slowly to reveal the backs of her knees. Mr.Bossman wanted to moan out aloud. He could feel his hard on getting worse underneath the desk top and he instictively grabbed his cock. Miss Sexatary stood up with the jacket and turned to see Mr.Bossman´s flushed face and burning eyes staring at her intently. His eyes seemed to burn through hers and her wetness felt like flood increasing so suddenly. Miss Sexatary´s nipples started to harden as blood rushed to rouge her cheeks too. "You really shouldn´t... This jacket is new Mr.Boss...", her voice trailed off as she tried to hide how turned on she suddenly was. Mr.Bossman could see Miss Sexatary´s distress as clearly as he felt his own. He let his chair turn around so he was facing her and she had an open view to see his hard on. Miss Sexatary glanced down at Mr.Bossman´s lap and felt both surprised and reliefed to see his manhood trying to fight it´s way through the chocolate brown pants. Mr.Bossman pulled his chair closer to Miss Sexatary and gently dragged his long fingers up her long leg. Miss Sexatary sighed deeply and closed her eyes. She pulled the jacket close to her face and again smelled Mr.Bossman´s aftershave. Mr.Bossman kept stroking her leg higher and higher untill his fingers met the hem of her skirt. He pushed past it and felt the warm skin of her inner thigh. Miss Sexatary swayed and had to take a hold of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder so she wouldn´t fall from pleasure. She stepped her legs apart a little more while catching a glimpse of Mr.Bossman´s face. He seemed lost in the whiteness of her skin and the warmth her pussy was glowing by now. She let her nails dig into his shoulder when he quickly let his finger brush her pussy through her moist panties. They both moaned, she from pleasure and he from the pain of the nails in his flesh. They exchanged a silent glance filled with anticipation.
Mr.Bossman now reached both his hands under Miss Sexatary´s skirt and tugged at her red panties. She sighed once more and thanked her lucky stars she had decided to wear her naughty red lace panties today instead of the belly hugging skin coloured type. She was pleased that she must have seemed almost prepeared for something like this in his eyes... Soon Miss Sexatary lost the thread of her thoughts when she felt the panties peel away and fall to her ankles. Mr.Bossman took a hold of her black high heel and lifted it of the ground to get rid of the panties. After lifting the other shoe off the ground too he looked up and while staring at her hungrily he picked up the red lace panties and put them in his pants pocket. She laughed with delight and got a bad boy grin back.
Mr.Bossman pushed the skirt up all the way to Miss Sexatary´s hips revealing her sharply cut triangle of pubic hair. Murmuring something under his breath Mr.Bossman bent down to kiss the top of the triangle. He let his lips caress the sensetive skin of her low belly while he gently grabbed her buttocks. Miss Sexatary let go of the jacket, she let go of Mr.Bossman´s shoulder and she nearly let go of all reason completly. With her free hands she took hold of his close shaven head and pushed him even closer to herself. His kisses covered her belly, then her thighs and she let a long moan escape her lips.
Mr.Bossman knew that moan, he regonized it, he knew the meaning. He pulled his face reluctantly away from the warmth of her skin and stood up. Facing her now he grabbed her legs one to each side of his hips and lifted her up off the ground. He turned with her surprised face almost touching his and her wet pussy pressing against his belly. He let her down on his smooth, cool desk top and looked at her. She looked flushed, like a little girl almost. Her mouth slightly open to draw in fast little breaths of air to clear her head. Her brow was moist from sweat and she smelled divine to him, like a bunch of spring flowers and vanilla. Mr.Bossman bend to her and pressed his lips to hers. She opened like the flower she seemed to him and drew in his breath. He ate her mouth, pushed his tongue in to find hers. Their tongues licked each other, they met and got tangled in the heat. Mr.Bossman´s hands pulled her blouse unopened over her head and then found a home on her breasts playing with her rock hard nipples. He pressed his face onto her neck and let his 3 o´clock shadow scrape the sensetive skin while his mouth sucked hard on the white flesh. Miss Sexatary was opening his belt and pants. Her legs were curling up around his legs and she let out a small giggle when he reached to unhook her red lace bra. She ripped his cream coloured shirt from his pants and like magic she opened his shirt buttons in an instant, as if she had done it a million times before. Mr.Bossman felt his pants fall down to his ankles as he was taking first his shirt and then his white tanktop off. Miss Sexatary sat there on the desk touching the black hairs of his chest gently looking up at him. Her bare breasts, pink hard nipples and the glistening wetness betwen her legs made her irresistible. He knew this sight would never leave him. He knew that this was a moment he would return to many times from now on when he´d be feeling lonely...
Kicking the pants of his ankles he sat back down on his office chair and pulled up to Miss Sexatary on the desk. She swallowed hard and moved her hands behind her so that she was leaning on them. Mr.Bossman licked his lips with his deliciously pink tongue and still looking her right in the eyes he bend down and pushed his tongue straight inside her pussy. She felt like exploding, blood rushing into her pussy, everything swelling up. Gasping for a breath she had to close her eyes and lay down on the table on her back. The surface of the desk was so cold while Mr.Bossman´s mouth almost burned her pussy. He parted her pussy to get access to her clit and when he found it he lapped at it with his wide tongue slowly. He pressed down on the pulsing clit with his tongue, he sucked it. He licked gently and slowly then hard and fast making it impossible for her to prepear for anything, to pace herself. He held on to her hips so tightly that any attempts to try and escape the tongue were in vain. She squirmmed, lifting her hips as much as Mr.Bossma´n allowed. Her moans were loud and sounded close to cries for help.
Suddenly Mr.Bossman let go of her hips and pressed on hand down on her belly. His tongue worked fast on her clit distracting her from his intensions and she was surprised completly by his long fingers pushing into her wetness. A cry stopped at her throat. The fingers pumped in and out slowly taking their sweet time while the mouth on her clit never stopped for a second. He curled his fingers finding every nook and cranny of her over flowing pussy. He did it all just right, not too hard but hard enough. He sneaked a peek at her face once in a while to see how she felt. Mr.Bossman had forgotten everything, the stress, the earlier maddening phone call, his own pleasure whilest plunged into her salty pussy. He wanted to lap the juices up and have the taste stay in his mouth forever! He could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around his fingers sweetly and he loved it. After slowly pulling his dripping wet fingers from inside her and his glistening face from her pussy he stood up and pulled his tight white boxer down.
His hard on was perfect. His cock looked thick and moist as it popped against his tight belly. Pulling her down closer to the edge of the desk by her thighs he felt the desire again. He felt the burn in his balls looking at Miss Sexatary´s wet pussy and almost drowsy eyes.
"Are you ready Miss Sexatary?" he asked but before any answer could come from her lips he plunged his cock deep into her. She groaned like an animal. Holding on to her thighs still he pumpped himself into the tight pussy moaning quietly. He fucked her. he fucked her like he had never fucked anyone else with everything he had. His cock felt like on fire brushing against the wet walls of her pussy. She clampped down on his thick cock with her tight pussy feeling every push in the roots of her hair. He lifted his legs up pn his shoulders and bend down on top of her. While kissing her again and letting his tongue find it´s partner he slipped a hand in between their bodys to find her clit. He picked up some of the juice on his two fingers and started to rub the clit with circular motion. Miss Sexatary´s whole body was moist as she gasped for breaths in between the surges of pleasure. She pulled Mr.Bossman closer and closer to herself and loved the weight of him on top of her.
Then everything went white. She felt the waited explotion spread from her clit to all over her body. Wether she was crying or screaming bloody murder, she couldn´t have said afterwards but for that blessed moment she felt all the barriers break inside her by Mr.Bossman´s glorious cock pumping again and again into her. The orgasm spread and lasted till she thought she would faint. She was aware of Mr.Bossman´s muffled cries against her neck and the last jerking pushes he made before he relaxed and rested on top of her letting her legs slip down on each of his sides. Panting their sweatty bodies sticking together they rested touching each other gently. Mr.Bossman lifetd his head to kiss her again this time more gently not wanting to devour her completly anymore. She felt like laughing and crying at the same time.
Mr.Bossman rested on top of her for a little while more and then stood up pulling her to her unsteady feet. He grabbed a pck of cigarettes of his desk and lighted one for each of them. "But Mr.Bossman, your allergies..." Miss Sexatary protested drawing a long deep drag from her ciggie. Mr.Bossman winked: "I think we deserve this. And if anything should happen i have you here to help me out..."
Miss Sexatary laughed aloud, indeed. She felt satisfied. Like weekend had just truly begun and like she had just gotten pne hell of a payrise too!
Thursday, March 8, 2007
MR.BOSSMAN´S BULGE
Happened so far: In the mids of a typical workday at their high rise office Mr.Bossman has noticed a worrying bulge on his groin area. His dutyful secretary Miss Sexatary has noticed the bulge too and is awfully worried about her dear Mr.Bossman. After Miss Sexatary´s attempts to solve the ever growing bulge problem by kissing it better failed (silly hen!), Doctor Purcell or better known as Doc Dom to his sickly customers, was called to help with the situation. Doc Dom regonized the problem immediately and proceeded to train Miss Sexatary in the fine art of bulge handling. After the training session took a bit of time Mr.Bossman seemed rather lonely and in agony so Miss Sexatary decided to tackle the bulge problem once and for all as she was after all now equipped in doing so. By now Miss Sexatary has Mr.Bossman tied up with his pink silktie to a big leather office chair. She has possitioned herself in front of the panting Mr.Bossman and has her knee against the pulsing bulge.
... Mr.Bossman struggled against his binds and groaned as Miss Sexatary or Miss Sexy as Mr.Bossman had just called her stroked the bulge with her knee. Miss Sexatary had finshed unbuttoning her blouse and let it slip off her shoulders. "But Miss Sexy...", Mr.Bossman tried to protest in vain but his husky whisper revealed exactly what he thought about the proceedings. He licked his lips slowly and moved his gaze from Miss Sexatary´s heaving bossom to her eyes. Miss Sexatary felt herself blushing again and quickly did as Doc Dom had instructed her earlier, she threw her almost see through blouse over Mr.Bossman´s surprised face. "No peeking Mr.Bossman!", she whispered and took a quick breath. Almost reluctantly she pulled her milky white leg away from the menacing bulge and walked briskly around Mr.Bossman and behind his large workdesk. She fumbled around in his drawers for a bit before she found what she was looking for. Quickly she returned to face Mr.Bossman who by now was calling for her: "Miss Sexy? Hello? Are you still here?"
Miss Sexatary kneeled down in front of Mr.Bossman and his massive bulge and proceeded to cut the tight black boxers off him. Up one leg and snap at the elastic band and then the same on the other one, but very, very carefully... From underneath the black fabric that had consealed it so well popped out the mysterious bulge. Throbbing in shades of delicious red it swayed in front of the awestruck Miss Sexatary. Mr.Bossman squirmmed and groaned loudly as if reacting to Miss Sexatary´s breaths on his manhood. His groans woke Miss Sexatary from an almost hypnotic state and she glanced back to Doc Dom who was sitting on a leather couch on the other side of the room smoking a huge cigar. "Go ahead Miss Sexatary. You know what to do", he smirkked at her and almost disappeared in the bitter cigar smoke.
Miss Sexatary took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, this would have to work! She wanted to help Mr.Bossman so badly...!
Slowly, almost carefully she let her fingers stroke the hard cock. Mr.Bossman´s body jerked and he gasped. "Sweet mother...", he murmured and pushed his hips towards Miss Sexatary. She smiled surprised by his reaction and felt more comfortable to wrap her fingers around the gorgeous cock and pump it slowly up & down. Mr.Bossman sounded as he was about to choke as he fought to catch his breath. "Oh my...Miss Sexatary! Sweet jesus...Oh lord... I... No... Yes... yes... YES!"
Her hand stroked and pumped, it circled and slipped up and down the shaft and she felt that tingling again through out her body. Suddenly Mr.Bossman grunted and quickly wrapped his long legs around Miss Sexatary. Instictivly she struggled to free herself but it was futile. Mr.Bossman held her body in his tight grip and she kind of liked it. Reacting to his sudden move she took a deep breath again and dragged her tongue up Mr.Bossman´s throbbing cock. She could still taste his sweat in her mouth but this was better... Mr.Bossman´s hoarse groan encouraged her on and she let the cock plunge into her mouth. She wanted to savour the taste forever but Mr.Bossman´s thrusts made it impossible. She started to suck and to play around the cock with her long tongue while as in a dream she could hear Mr.Bossman´s cries. Miss Sexatary cupped the smooth balls in her white hand while she drag her nails accross Mr.Bossman´s belly letting her fingers get tangled in the black hairs leading down to the price she held in her mouth. Mr.Bossman tried to buck underneath her but Miss Sexatary held down. She was never going to let go of his beautiful cock, she was going to cure him! When she felt the balls pulling up and Mr.Bossman´s breathing get even more erratic she pumped even faster up and down with her mouth and her hand. Suddenly he relaxed, completly and let out a long moan. In her mouth Miss Sexatary tasted the bitter sweet taste of a satisfied man. she pumped slower now few more times still cupping the balls and stroking them with one finger. she could already feel the cock soften a little and she knew she had saved the day and solved the problem of the bulge. Behind her in the mids of Mr.Bossmans panting and slow happy groans she could hear Doc Dom´s applause to her. She pulled away and smiled up at Mr.Bossman, she had fulfilled her duty to her dear boss. Now all she needed was to get paid as it was a payday and well, money isn´t everything mr.Bossman you know...
... Mr.Bossman struggled against his binds and groaned as Miss Sexatary or Miss Sexy as Mr.Bossman had just called her stroked the bulge with her knee. Miss Sexatary had finshed unbuttoning her blouse and let it slip off her shoulders. "But Miss Sexy...", Mr.Bossman tried to protest in vain but his husky whisper revealed exactly what he thought about the proceedings. He licked his lips slowly and moved his gaze from Miss Sexatary´s heaving bossom to her eyes. Miss Sexatary felt herself blushing again and quickly did as Doc Dom had instructed her earlier, she threw her almost see through blouse over Mr.Bossman´s surprised face. "No peeking Mr.Bossman!", she whispered and took a quick breath. Almost reluctantly she pulled her milky white leg away from the menacing bulge and walked briskly around Mr.Bossman and behind his large workdesk. She fumbled around in his drawers for a bit before she found what she was looking for. Quickly she returned to face Mr.Bossman who by now was calling for her: "Miss Sexy? Hello? Are you still here?"
Miss Sexatary kneeled down in front of Mr.Bossman and his massive bulge and proceeded to cut the tight black boxers off him. Up one leg and snap at the elastic band and then the same on the other one, but very, very carefully... From underneath the black fabric that had consealed it so well popped out the mysterious bulge. Throbbing in shades of delicious red it swayed in front of the awestruck Miss Sexatary. Mr.Bossman squirmmed and groaned loudly as if reacting to Miss Sexatary´s breaths on his manhood. His groans woke Miss Sexatary from an almost hypnotic state and she glanced back to Doc Dom who was sitting on a leather couch on the other side of the room smoking a huge cigar. "Go ahead Miss Sexatary. You know what to do", he smirkked at her and almost disappeared in the bitter cigar smoke.
Miss Sexatary took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second, this would have to work! She wanted to help Mr.Bossman so badly...!
Slowly, almost carefully she let her fingers stroke the hard cock. Mr.Bossman´s body jerked and he gasped. "Sweet mother...", he murmured and pushed his hips towards Miss Sexatary. She smiled surprised by his reaction and felt more comfortable to wrap her fingers around the gorgeous cock and pump it slowly up & down. Mr.Bossman sounded as he was about to choke as he fought to catch his breath. "Oh my...Miss Sexatary! Sweet jesus...Oh lord... I... No... Yes... yes... YES!"
Her hand stroked and pumped, it circled and slipped up and down the shaft and she felt that tingling again through out her body. Suddenly Mr.Bossman grunted and quickly wrapped his long legs around Miss Sexatary. Instictivly she struggled to free herself but it was futile. Mr.Bossman held her body in his tight grip and she kind of liked it. Reacting to his sudden move she took a deep breath again and dragged her tongue up Mr.Bossman´s throbbing cock. She could still taste his sweat in her mouth but this was better... Mr.Bossman´s hoarse groan encouraged her on and she let the cock plunge into her mouth. She wanted to savour the taste forever but Mr.Bossman´s thrusts made it impossible. She started to suck and to play around the cock with her long tongue while as in a dream she could hear Mr.Bossman´s cries. Miss Sexatary cupped the smooth balls in her white hand while she drag her nails accross Mr.Bossman´s belly letting her fingers get tangled in the black hairs leading down to the price she held in her mouth. Mr.Bossman tried to buck underneath her but Miss Sexatary held down. She was never going to let go of his beautiful cock, she was going to cure him! When she felt the balls pulling up and Mr.Bossman´s breathing get even more erratic she pumped even faster up and down with her mouth and her hand. Suddenly he relaxed, completly and let out a long moan. In her mouth Miss Sexatary tasted the bitter sweet taste of a satisfied man. she pumped slower now few more times still cupping the balls and stroking them with one finger. she could already feel the cock soften a little and she knew she had saved the day and solved the problem of the bulge. Behind her in the mids of Mr.Bossmans panting and slow happy groans she could hear Doc Dom´s applause to her. She pulled away and smiled up at Mr.Bossman, she had fulfilled her duty to her dear boss. Now all she needed was to get paid as it was a payday and well, money isn´t everything mr.Bossman you know...
Mr.Bossman...
Something funny happened to me yesterday. I was chatting a away in a certain cbox at a certain Wentworth Miller worship site and a story started to pour out of me. And what a story too... About a handsom Mr.Bossman and his naughty secretary Miss Sexatary (naturally!) pottering about in their high rise office somewhere. Very steamy, very naughty and very unproductive way to work...
However, once i stopped the story after shyness over took me i seemed to have left few people (Nic(ole) mainly... ;)) yearning for more and this morning i was hassled about the story so much on the same cbox again that i gave in and let the story continue. Due to lack of time, as i am at work supposedly working while all this is going on in the cbox, i had to yet again leave the audience begging for more and finally after somones good suggestion decided to move the rest of the story here! I will have time to write it in peace without customers (old ladies, as i call them...) bug me and others can read the story once and for all without having to hang about for hours on end getting only tid bits of the story at a time. I am happy with this new arrangement, hope my sweet diciples are too! lol!
So, indeed from now on you can read about Mr.Bossman and Miss Sexatary in their seperate entries. I must caution some of the more fainth hearted not to go there as the stories do tend to get a bit raunch...! So if hot sex, hard cocks and all that is your thing then welcome my dears into Master Mistress realm of Love&Slaps! I hope u will enjoy ur stay and let me know about it... ;)
However, once i stopped the story after shyness over took me i seemed to have left few people (Nic(ole) mainly... ;)) yearning for more and this morning i was hassled about the story so much on the same cbox again that i gave in and let the story continue. Due to lack of time, as i am at work supposedly working while all this is going on in the cbox, i had to yet again leave the audience begging for more and finally after somones good suggestion decided to move the rest of the story here! I will have time to write it in peace without customers (old ladies, as i call them...) bug me and others can read the story once and for all without having to hang about for hours on end getting only tid bits of the story at a time. I am happy with this new arrangement, hope my sweet diciples are too! lol!
So, indeed from now on you can read about Mr.Bossman and Miss Sexatary in their seperate entries. I must caution some of the more fainth hearted not to go there as the stories do tend to get a bit raunch...! So if hot sex, hard cocks and all that is your thing then welcome my dears into Master Mistress realm of Love&Slaps! I hope u will enjoy ur stay and let me know about it... ;)
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