[M]anager hooks up with recent [F] employee

I have a few stories from my sordid past that I’ve decided to share. This story is from about ten years ago in my thirties. Long build up ahead, you are warned.

I had just taken a new job and it involved taking over a department and trying to keep it running until some folks who had been there forever retired. I’m 6’1″ blue eyes chestnut brown hair, usually messy, and a salt and pepper beard. I have large hands and broad shoulders. I could stand to lose weight but have a lot of muscle as well. I’ve been called a bear which probably describes me well. Between some women liking my appearance and being sexually dominant I’ve never had trouble with women.

I had been there a few years fighting the good fight when one day my boss offers to hire another person for me. A fully funded annual position. The downside … it was low pay at an out of the way facility and wanted technology skills with a specialized degree. We got about a dozen applications, only one of which was even vaguely qualified – Gina. She had no relevant work experience but she had the degree and claimed to be comfortable learning technology. Well, we decided to interview her with little to lose. She was mid 20s, about 5’6″, long blonde hair, green eyes. She wore a professional loose pastel blouse and past the knees skirt. I couldn’t quite see her figure but it certainly wasn’t bad. She had an animated personality, smiled a lot, little loud and very personable. She looked at me a lot and it was clear she wanted the job. She didn’t have any strong work experience and this would give that to her even if the pay and commute were crap.

We took a chance and hired her. For the first year everything was strictly professional. Over time as her outfits varied she sometimes wore better fitting tops and tighter skirts and it became clear she did have a good figure. She wasn’t a model but it was a nice body and had padding in the right places. The projects she was hired for were also my primary focus so we worked together a lot. I knew a lot of things she had to come up to speed on and I was a firm taskmaster. More than once I think she wanted to call tell me I was an asshole but she always bit her tongue. And she persevered even when had trouble. She did well though and I told her so which always made her beam. I learned she was married and we chatted about music, movies and other safe co-worker stuff. The closest we got to sexual conversations was my joking about her habit of chewing up pens and her saying she had an oral fixation.

After more than a year we hit some major milestones in the project and it was a big success. The CEO was very happy and had us start going to lots of external events building up partnerships (on paper anyway) and in general getting some press that looked good. I had to go because he needed someone who could talk the talk and I took Gina because I felt she deserved credit for the work she did.

Most of these events were just her and I on the road so we spent more and more time out of the office together. As we did this some of the normal work boundaries broke down. Talk became more personal and she started talking about increasingly sexual topics. I had met her husband and he was very vanilla, traditionally non-threatening and the opposite of me so I felt safe in figuring I was definitely not her type. She was frustrated as he didn’t have a high sex drive and she did. She was sexually dominant with him but it still wasn’t enough. This was all dangerous territory for me but I clung onto the fact that she described herself as dominant and told myself we were incompatible. So, I tried to be a good boss/friend and talk.
We talked about how my wife and I have a sorta-open relationship. She and I agreed early on that a man should fuck who and when he wanted. On her part the description of her oral fixation grew into detailed bragging of her blowjobs.

Fast forward another six months and out of the blue I got an amazing job offer from another near by institution. It was a huge promotion and I accepted. A few of my staff may have been glad to see me go but Gina wasn’t and seemed maudlin. I worked with my boss to re-organize the department and Gina went to work for him. Her desk moved and I saw her less but she came around a lot and seemed to find reasons to chat. Then with about a month left to go my boss lined up a series of road trips for me around the state, my last hurrah as an employee there in a way. Gina came with me.

We had a big presentation at a distant site and it happened to be really close to her house (remember that awful commute I mentioned). She said that since she didn’t work for me anymore that it should be OK for me to socialize, right? Just as friends though … right. She said something vaguely about she and her husband talking about opening their relationship as if it weren’t related.

The drive there is subdued and she seems nervous. We get to her place and I strip out of my jacket and tie to get more comfortable. She’s so wound up I don’t know if I’m about to get laid or talk her down from a nervous breakdown. I choose to just take it easy and see what happens.

She goes in the kitchen and makes us a few drinks while I wondered around. She came back carrying the glasses and from here I will try to reproduce the dialogue from memory as best I can.

Gina, “Do you mind if I get more comfortable?”

Me, “Not at all, it’s your house, be as you like.”

She went to the bedroom and came out again in matching cream colored bra and panties. For the first time I was getting a good look at her body. She had an average build with nice legs and surprisingly large tits, larger than her usually loose blouses had hinted at.

“Hope this is OK. I don’t like wearing clothes at home,” she said. “I don’t think people should be ashamed of being naked. It should be normal.”

“You’re fine.” By this point I was along for whatever happened. “I agree. Bodies are natural things.”

Gina, “You can get more comfortable too if you want.”

“OK.” I stripped to my boxer shorts which by this point were tenting out with an obvious hard on. I didn’t see any point in trying to be coy about it so I accepted it as inevitable and ignored it, which became increasingly difficult as the tension built. She seemed nervous but I was enjoying myself. I knew she wanted to get fucked but I was going to make her work for it. At this point I knew I’d fuck her unless things went totally sideways on me but she was still a co-worker so I wanted no doubt. Besides I’ve always like making women beg a little.

“If you want to be naked, that’s fine,” I said, “you won’t embarrass me.”

“Um, my period just started.” She seemed embarrassed again. Now I knew at least part of why she’d gotten so nervous. Her plans had gone side ways she figured, or at least was worried they would. I’m not squeamish about a drop or two of blood but if she was having heavy flow I wasn’t into that. But she obviously hadn’t given up doing something so I didn’t either.

We got comfy on the couch, her sitting awkwardly and I sat down next to her and spread my legs to make my tent as visible as possible. We chatted, joked a little and at some point she seemed to kind of lose focus. She laid back on her end of the couch and I focused on her. I think she said something about being hot but at this point I want paying much attention to her lame excuses for being horny. She took an ice cube out of the glass and let a few drops drip onto her breasts. I watched the first two slide down her cleavage and her play with them with her finger tip. A third drop started to slide from where it had been resting and I decided I’d had enough. I crawled over her on the couch and dropped my face straight down to lick up the drop and suckle on her breast.

At this she moaned and arched her back. I pulled a breast out from her bra and began biting the nipple gently. She was writhing under me like she was desperate. I felt her shift and grasp at my underwear. I stood up and took them, afraid she was going to rip them.

She stared at my dick and said “That’s it.” She stared at it like she was starving. “Ever since we met in that interview I’ve wanted you. Every time I chewed a pen I thought about your cock. Every time you told me no I got mad and it made me wet.”

She came over the short distance on her knees and pushed me down. I sat on the couch and she proceeded to prove the oral skills she had bragged of. She went straight down and staid there, tonguing my shaft and the slowly sucking as she pulled up. She licked around the shaft for a few minutes and then started sucking, keeping up pressure for three, four, five minutes. At this point I was leaning back running my hands through her hair and just enjoying it while telling her what a good slut she was.

She moaned loudly at that.

“You want to get fucked don’t you?” She nodded awkwardly. She started biting at my cock. It was sharp and hurt so I slapped her, not hard but enough to get her attention firmly. I pulled her hair back and she struggled but I pulled her off my cock.

“Lay down here!” She motioned to the floor and undecided to play along. Gina pulled her panties to the side and climbed on top of me reverse cowgirl. She panted and said “I’ve dreamed of it like this.”

She was so hot and wet that I went right in. Normally I’d ease in first that was pointless here. Even if she needed it she wasn’t taking the time. I hoped I wasn’t going to have to explain to my wife that my dick got bruised (it didn’t). I looked up wondering how much of the liquid was blood, not that I was going to stop anything at this point. I saw a tiny smudge and decided I didn’t give a damn.

I laid there as she fucked me like her life depended on it. After a short bit I worried she was going to bruise my hips this time and decided I’d had enough of letting her feel like she was in charge. I pushed her off me roughly. She started to get upset but I pulled her to her knees and got behind her.

“You’re getting fucked like this.”

“No. I …”

I slapped her ass hard and made it sting. The sound echoed in the loft.

“My rules. I fuck you how I choose. You have a problem with that I leave right now.”

I waited.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

She shook her head no.

“So do you want me to leave?”

She shook no again.

From our chats I knew that she took a lot of stimulation to cum so I settled in and proceeded to fuck her slowly, pulling out in long slow strokes, speeding up then slow then fast again to pace myself until I could get her close. Eventually she came, shaking so hard she started making some sound that was half crying half giggling. It wasn’t long before I stopped trying to have any self control and pulled out to cum on her ass.

After that I stood back and enjoyed the view. She laid on the floor, my hand print clear on one cheek and my dick wiped mostly clean on the other, all of her covered in sweat. I had no idea where her glasses were and I had the random thought that she was cuter with them.

I sat back and had a little more of my drink while she recovered. When she got coherent she seemed embarrassed and started cleaning up. I considered pushing her some more but decided she needed some time to sort through her thoughts and recover. She didn’t seem to want any kind of aftercare so I got dressed and thanked her for a lovely time. I got my shirt and pants back on and she took me to the door. I have her a kiss (the first one I realized) and played with nipple before leaving.

We had some more adventures later both before and after my change of jobs.

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One comment on “[M]anager hooks up with recent [F] employee

  1. > She and I agreed early on that a man should fuck who and when he wanted.

    Ok buddy

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