even if it is self-inflicted. You could have gone up to your room and done there whatever you felt you needed to do. Now you tell me everything that happened to make you lose your self-control, not forgetting a single item, and I will see if there is any excuse for your scandalous misbehavior. Because I know you were misbehaving, for I clearly saw you finger yourself and that's not exactly the right way to behave in other people's bathrooms. Especially when the people who have paid for these rooms are in their bedroom, enjoying their honeymoon.”
I started to tell him everything I had seen, forgetting however to explain why I was up on that floor at that particular hour of the night. I paid very much attention to the details in my story, hoping this would turn him on, so he couldn't be too severe on me afterwards. Going over the lascivious scenes I had watched not too long ago once more made me feel all excited again.
I shifted myself uneasily on the couch and involuntarily I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together. Doing this resulted in making my cunt itchy and starting the juices to flow. I kept this up for some time but realized I couldn't go on doing it. I would be coming right under his eyes. And I just didn't want to do this right now. I could see he was getting interested in me now and if I worked hard enough on it I was sure I could turn his interest into something more substantial. I noticed from the look in his eyes he was just as interested in sex, yes, maybe even more obsessed by it, than I was myself. So let him get interested some more I thought, as I was getting hungry for his cock.
I uncrossed and opened my legs to give my pussy some air. It was burning so much. My dress crept up over my knees, but I didn't bother to bring it down again. My boss was looking at my legs intently now and I didn't want to distract his attention from my person. I wanted to make him pay
When I had finished my story he looked away from my legs and came from behind his desk. His fly was closed but in his trousers his rock-hard prick clearly showed itself. So he was excited again and I was certain now that I could lure him into lovemaking. Afterwards, he could hardly sack me… could he?
He went over to a chair directly opposite the couch I was sitting on, or I really should say, the couch where I was half lying.
“After hearing your story I can fully understand your excitement, Mitzy. I think I can hardly do anything else than pardon your conduct. Due to the circumstances it wasn't too scandalous after all. Tell me, do you feel randy again after reliving your story?”
Now that I had him where I wanted I decided not to be too hesitant about my words and expressions.
“Oh yes sir,” I told him. “I'm dripping wet between my legs and I think I know what I want. If you don't mind I think I'll go up to my room now and give my cunt a quick rub. Yes, I think I have to masturbate again.”
“Wouldn't you prefer to get a dick shoved up that hot pussy of yours?” he said, opening his fly.
His tremendous hard-on popped out of his trousers as if it was spring-loaded. The foreskin still covered the huge head of his cock, but reaching out with an eager hand, I soon brought a change in this situation. Clasping my hand tightly around the fat stem I pulled the loose skin back. It was certainly a fine cock he had, not so much of a whopper as the one I had seen not too long ago in the bridal suite, but it was well proportioned in length and circumference.
Bending over he raised the hem of my dress and my dripping slit came within easy reach of his hand. Delightfully caressing the outer cunt lips for a while, he then stood up from his chair and laid himself beside me on the couch. There wasn't too much room on the couch, but I still managed to masturbate him to his liking. Slowly and caressingly I jacked him off while he stuck a finger deep in my cunt.
Since I love to be frigged till a spend before I'm fucked I let him do as he wanted, and besides, he also seemed to love a mutual masturbation and I wouldn't mind to see his spunk fly from his prick, brought forth by my hand. Both of us were extremely randy and it didn't take us too long to start our combined love calls.
“Go on… go on…” I urged him to frig me faster. “Frig my cunt, you darling man… masturbate me… make my pussy come… let my spunk flow… I need it… I need it. Make me cream… jack me… wank… frig… suck my tits…!”
This last I could easily say because he had opened the top of my dress and was fumbling with my breasts. The nipples had hardened and I wanted them to be sucked into his mouth. I wanted him to pull at them with his teeth… make them hurt… delightfully torture me! He did as I had asked him to do and I doubled the speed of my hand on his cock, making him groan in lust and maybe also in pain for I was treating his dong rather roughly.
“Come on, you little bitch, jack me off… masturbate me… my prick is almost bursting… I want to shoot my sperm over your hand… it's almost coming… bursting from my cock… Oh my God… you do it so nicely… tickle my balls with your other hand… yes, that's it… knead them… wring the spunk from them… to the last drop… pinch my bag… scratch it… I'm almost there… at the top of the rainbow… I'm coming… coooooming… cooooo…”
“So am I, my darling… I'm also creaming… don't you feel my cunt-juice over your fingers… oh, I'm so fucking wet… so fucking wet… it's dripping from my cunt… so much of it… so much of it… frig me… faster. I'm there… creaming… creaming… spunking… oooooooohhhhh…!”
It was a rather wet mess on the couch after this, our spunk mingling on the leather as it dipped from my slit and from his slackening prick.
He rolled from the couch and seated himself on the floor beside it. Leaning his head against my bent knee, he took a little rest. I had my eyes closed, gathering some strength for another round of lovemaking. He still had to fuck me, for that is what he wanted to do in the first place.
After some time I decided to take matters in hand again. His matter, that is, and see whether I could bring it back to life again.
Raising myself from the couch I laid myself between his opened legs and made him rest his head against the couch. Beginning my action, I first of all wanted him to take off his pants. For what I wanted to do a man can hardly keep his pants on. He helped me get rid of them and I soon could work on his prick and balls without being bothered by his clothes. Like I already said, I was lying in between his legs and I took his shrunken balls in my hands and started to play with them. This soon had the desired result and they became hard and rounded again. Now I slid myself down a bit further, and bringing my mouth to his balls I let my pointed tongue go lightly over the wrinkly skin. I let my tongue wander all around his scrotum and his prick was trying its best to raise its tired head. Transforming my mouth to this part of his anatomy I licked the limp length of it as well as the shrunken gland. More blood was being pumped into this spongy organ and it grew rapidly to size. That is, to the size and shape I like it to be. It was not going fast enough to my liking, and taking the head in my mouth I sucked it, rolling the glans around in my mouth. Now it really started to swell and soon it was hard and ready for fucking. And not too late at that. I was so damn randy again I couldn't stop myself from fingering my twat. He must have noticed this from the eager wriggling of my body, for he opened his eyes. During the ministrations of my tongue he had kept them closed, and watched my fingers flying in and out of my cunt.
“Wait a minute, my dear,” he said, “let me do you properly this time. Let me ream you with my prick… Let me ram it home… There where you obviously want it to be rammed…”
He liberated himself from my sucking mouth with some reluctance and went down on his knees between my wide-spread legs. Taking his prick in one hand he pointed it at my wet slit while opening my cunt with his other hand. Instead of prying the lips apart with the tip of his dong he obviously wanted to ram it in in one stroke, so he needed to open it in order to accommodate me. Moving forward, he rammed it in to the hilt in one mighty stroke and immediately he went on in a nice clean fuck. With certain, even strokes he reamed my cunt. Filling it to the brim when he moved forward, almost withdrawing completely when he pulled back. He wasn't of the rabbit-style fuckers so he really went at it with nice long strokes, taking his time and thus prolonging his as well as my pleasure.
Occasionally, when a strong wave of lust raged through my body I would have loved him to quicken his pace, but all together it was a very nice experience after our frantic mutual masturbation of not too long ago. His slow way of fucking (together with our previous spend), was going to make us rather long in coming, and I really settled down to enjoy it as much as possible. As you know, up till now I didn't have very much experience in straight fucking. In Lesbianism and other perverted pastimes, yes, but straight fucking wasn't my field so far. And if I also had to learn something about this, I might as well start right now with this nice boss of mine.
Well there is nothing perverted and terribly exciting about his way of fucking, I thought, but what he is doing he does terribly well and I don't think he will fire me after all this. And I must confess he really digs his whopper to
