1. Owning My Boss


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Office Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    dressed to inflame and feed their hopeless fantasies, tease and tantalize the saps with what they yearn for but can’t have. I get such a buzz out of it. I also like how I make the women at the office, mainly unattractive old bats, sick with envy. You should see the daggered looks I get from some of these miserable cows when I’m sat there with a bunch of men hovering around, all battling for a tiny bit of my attention. Talk about jealous. As for the men, it’s a safe bet that most of them aren’t getting any at home. The frustration when they lust at me is palpable, which only makes it more amusing to torture them like I do. The idea of all these sad saps wanting me so bad, no doubt wanking themselves silly over me in their private moments, it lights me up no end, really gets me going. And my current boyfriend reaps the benefit. Boyfriend? Well, yes and no. I’ve hooked myself this rich older guy called Jason who showers me with money and presents in return for, well you know! And boy does Jason get full value. We get together a couple of evenings a week in the luxury condo he rents for me, going at it like rabbits while wifey thinks he’s working late. We laugh about it, Jase and I, how poor Mrs J is probably about to start on a solo TV dinner at more or less the same time as her hubby is ten miles across town and sliding his grateful dick in between my lissom legs for one last leisurely fuck. As we’re doing it, he grunts about how fabulous it feels to be with gorgeous nubile ...
    young me, rather than the clapped out old bag he’s married to. I love hearing him talk like that. I tell him sexy stuff too. Like, I regale him with stories of how I torment all these men at my work, and Jase, oh my god, he laps that up. It makes him very horny, hearing what a little cocktease I am. Reckon it turns him on as much as it does me. It’s a sort of foreplay. We’ll be in bed together and I’ll start whispering stuff to him, like how I’ve been persecuting hapless nerdy Martin, my stupid supervisor, perching cross-legged on his desk for little chats, dangling a pair of bare silky thighs under his nose, or bending over next to him, maliciously flaunting my sumptuous cleavage in his deprived sweaty face. And, as I’m giggling these salacious tales into his ear, I’ll be stroking my benefactor’s fat generous cock, priming him, getting him nice and hard and ready to plunge like a crazy man into my tight, glistening pussy. So I settled myself on this couch in Mr Rose’s office and looked across at him expectantly, figuring I ought to stay quiet until I knew for sure what this was about. I had an inkling. I may be only nineteen but I’m far from naive when it comes to men. However, I thought it best that he make the running. Hoped my intuition was right. Loved the idea of the big boss man seducing me at work. Should I give the guy a little encouragement? Yes, why not. I was feeling horny. Boyfriend’s ‘visits’ have been tailing off recently, wife getting antsy about his absences he ...
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