By “KatyStressRelief”
After years of living in corporate America, I had many opportunities to fantasize about various employees, vendors and co-workers. I never pursued these fantasies while under the employee of the company, but if I ran into those folks now, I would nail them in a heart beat.
There were many late nights spent working with these male co-workers and employees. Some called me Boss and others called me Bitch, and I answered to both. I remember one night very clearly as I was especially horny and tense. One of my staff was working so hard to meet a deadline and I knew we were asking him for the impossible, but he was giving it his all. I was working side by side with him and over the evening I watched the way his hands moved and the veins in his forearms grew. I studied his body and the way the muscles in his thighs tightened as he moved. Lucky for me I wore a black skirt that day and a jacket. The wetness between my legs was more like a waterfall. Lucky for my employee, he made the deadline.
While we were waiting for files to transfer, we went to the balcony for some fresh air. I wanted so badly to get him naked and using those hands to please me. As we stood there, my mind began to wander. This was what I saw:
He was finishing up his work but instead of having on jeans and button-down, he was wearing rags that barely covered his manly parts. I’m standing behind him wearing my suit – tailored and expensive. My top is unbuttoned to show my purple (royal color) bra. My skirt is slit to my hip allowing peeks at my matching garter. My stockings are silk and smooth across my soft skin. He turns as he finishes his task. Eyes downcast, he says “I have finished. How can I serve you next?” My fingers tighten on the crop I have been holding. Smiling sweetly, I respond, “As you have worked so hard, I think you deserve to be rewarded. Get your sheet, take your offensive clothing off and lay in the floor.”
In my mind, his face would light up and he would quickly comply. Standing over his face, I lowered my ass down to his mouth. The feel of his tongue licking and probing at my asshole felt incredible. The more I enjoyed the lower on his face my ass settled taking away his breath. Watching his body fight to get free as his mouth continued to serve my desires. I lift up just enough for him to catch a quick breath and then back down. His cock growing harder as I teased him and controlled his breathing. Shifting back, I pushed my pussy down on his lips. The feeling of his tongue sliding between my wet pussy lips demanded I take more. Grinding my pussy against his face as he licked and sucked, he pushed me closer to orgasm. Building inside me, the muscles clinching tighter and my control slipping. His lips wrapped around my clit sucking it like a cock. I exploded. Squirt shooting from my pussy as he opened his mouth to drink. Over and over, he drank and wore my cum that night.
That night should have ended with him going home with my squirt still drying on his skin but instead he left with his computer case and feeling overworked and under-appreciated. Like most corporate non-management employees.
I like my version better.
A controversial art installation inspired by a butt plug and Christmas tree has been vandalized in Paris. Paul McCarthy, the American artist who created the piece and is known for his risqué work, erected the large inflatable sculpture in Place Vendôme for the FIAC contemporary art fair. The giant sex toy has sparked outrage from Parisians since it was placed in the historic square, and on Saturday vandals cut the cables supporting the piece, leaving the artwork slumped on the pavement.
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