My [F]irst experience lusting over and getting fucked by my [M]anager at work

I stumbled upon an old picture from a year ago, and I couldn’t resist the urge to share my story with you all.

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A bit about me: I am a 28 year old petite Latina with a favorable ass and enthusiastic love of getting *fucked*. I love sex and everything that it entails, especially when it comes to pleasing my lover. My favorite kink is the feeling of a throbbing dick in my throat as I swallow delicious cum. Despite having a favorable view of sex, I was navigating the troubled waters of singledom and was having a rough time meeting anyone. I instead chose to channeling my sexual frustration into focusing on my career.

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With than said, this is the story of how I ended up unexpectedly hooking up with my manager after months of growing sexual tension. All names will be changed to protect our lustful identities.

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I vividly remember how attracted I felt to Bossman when I sat down to interview with him two years ago. I had only spoken briefly to a recruiter prior to this interview and was nervous as far as what to expect. This role would be supporting the restaurant manager with managing finances as well as serving as a personal assistant. Maybe it was that lack of dick at the time, but I remember thinking *”Holy shit, this man is too fucking attractive”.*

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His tall frame and piercing blue eyes were the first things that immediately drew my attention. He wore his suit extremely well and had the most captivating smile. He was older than me by about 10 years and had been in the industry for going on 15 years. It was not his first opening and he knew exactly what he was looking for. I struggled to keep my thoughts from wandering during our interview. Mistaking my immediate lustful reaction for nervousness, he told me to “take a deep breath and relax”. He had a very calm and soothing voice that melted away any hint of fear in me. It also stirred a feeling deep in my stomach. After about 5 minutes, the interview felt less formal and more like two old friends catching up. I felt very confident and felt that I would be a perfect fit for this position. Within the week I received a followup phone call and offer letter. I was beyond ecstatic about my new job to begin.

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With the months to come, my entire time would be devoted round the clock into the opening of this restaurant. If there was any space, I would have slept in the office. However, as much time as I spent there, it never really felt like the hours dragged. Maybe it was the lack of desire to go home. Maybe it was the fun atmosphere despite the long hours we all worked. Given the industry, it was not unusual to open up a bottle of wine or three once majority of the staff left. Sometimes it would be the small group of the 8 of us, other nights would be a much smaller core group of 3. I never really stuck around for the extremely late nights since I didn’t want to fall trap into the vices of restaurant life. Stories of the alleged after hour parties always floated but I took them all with a grain of salt. No stories ever involved Bossman despite the many admirers he had. He was a rather reserved man kept his personal life out of the spotlight. From what we all knew, he was a man entirely devoted to his career. I also sought to keep my private life separate from work but found myself taking work home from time to time. I would be lying if I said I never masturbated to the idea of having his hands all over my body. The idea of having an affair with my boss was such a turn on to me. I have never felt such an lingering attraction for something so taboo.

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One particular night, Bossman and I both found ourselves being the last ones in the restaurant. With the holidays approaching, he wanted the staff to enjoy what would be the last quiet days before the opening and sent everyone home. As I was wrapping up, I noticed that he was far from leaving for the night. I offered to help knockout the last of his tasks so he could at least get home at a decent hour.

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By this time, our comfort level had grown significantly with one another. We were friendly but had always remained respectful to one another. I greatly admired his work ethic and his endless devotion to seeing the success of this restaurant. He always was full in energy and we often fed off each others enthusiasm. The only thing left to do for us that night was to finalize what drink specials would be offered the night of the opening. He had several drinks in mind and asked if I would be interested in sampling a few options.

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I pulled up a chair to the bar and Bossman got to work on his creations. We sampled a few small drinks and had a rather good time chatting in between. It became less about work and more about other things. We came to find out more similar interests and soon found ourselves getting more relaxed with one another. We had also moved from the bar of the restaurant and settled down in the small lounge area the back patio entrance. I remember the faint glow of the lighting on his face and the warmness of the booze in my belly. Our laughter echoed in the room and the smell of new carpet pierced the air. As for the final drink, Bossman asked what my preferred tequila was.

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“I’m not really a fan of tequila honestly. I never grew to like the taste. I also chalk it up to my embarrassingly low tolerance for it. With one drink I turn into an overly affectionate bumbling drunk mess around people. I generally avoid it like the plague.”

“You? A bumbling mess when drunk? You’ve been here for months and I have yet to see you come close during our happy hours.”

“Well, that’s because I don’t usually allow myself to get sloshed at work! Especially with my boss around!”

“What if I made you a cocktail with tequila in it? Would you be opposed to taking a sip?”

He flashed me the same captivating smile and I felt my stomach flutter. I thought to myself “fuck it! what’s the worst that can happen with one more drink”

I said “Fine, make me your best drink!”

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He soon came back with two drinks in hand. I took a sip and instantly felt heaven. I never tasted something so refreshing.

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“You have no idea how good this makes me *feel*.” I gushed as I sipped my drink.

“Wow, I guess you weren’t kidding about your tolerance after all.”

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I felt myself giggling and my face grow hot. I looked up just in time to catch Bossman gazing upon my face. Time stopped and we looked at one another, unsure of what to make of this moment. I set my drink down and in that instant he leaned in with his hands cupping my face and drew me in. His lips locked on mine and my back instinctively arched. I felt chills as he kissed me deeper and let his hands wander down the sides of my body.

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*Holy fuck this is happening. We’re kissing. His hands are all over my body. Fuck, what panties am I wearing?*

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I grabbed his hands and stopped. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t having the most insanely wet dream.

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“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just want to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

“Tell me something, have you thought of this before?”

“Almost every night since my interview.”

“Good, that makes two of us.”

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In that instant, Bossman pulled me onto his lap letting me straddle him. My skirt shimmied up to my hips and I could feel his bulge beneath me pulsating. He worked quickly to unbutton my top and with one swift motion undid my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. He gently kissed neck, working his way down to my breasts and began sucking on my nipples. I pushed deeper into his lap, grinding my now wet pussy into his crotch. I let out a delightful moan as I ran my hands through his hair.

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“I need you inside me.” I whispered in his ear

“Not yet, you haven’t earned it.”

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He grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over. My skirt was pulled down and tossed aside. My legs parted as he laid me down on the couch with my ass just barely on the edge as he kneeled on the floor. His hands grazed over my silky panties, stopping momentarily over my mound.

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“Don’t you dare move an muscle.”

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I nodded yes as he gently began massaging my inner thigh with his left hand and kissing my stomach. His other hand reached up and gently squeezed my nipples. I let out another moan as his hand inched closer to my pussy, bringing me closer to the brink.

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“Please, fuck me” I managed to squeak out

“Not yet.”

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His fingers soon found my soaking panties and I let out a soft gasp.

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“I always wondered how good you taste…”

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He moved my panties to the side and slowly slid two fingers in me. I could feel my muscles tense up and began grinding my hips towards him.

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“Harder, please” I begged

“Yes ma’am” he responded

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He placed one hand on my stomach and began to finger me deeply. I could feel the waves of pleasure building up. I let my body sink into the couch as my hips rose to meet his hand, which was now three knuckles deep.

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The sounds became increasingly wetter and noisier as his pace quickened.

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“I’m so close…I think I’m going to cum…”

“Let me taste that sweet pussy of yours”

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He ripped my panties off and delved his tongue deep into me. I shuddered with ecstasy as his tongue worked his way around my clit. I knew I was only seconds away from potentially ruining the rather expensive couch.

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Without needing to say a word, he pulled me off the couch by my torso and onto the floor on top him. In the midst of pleasuring me, he had successfully unbuttoned his pants and worked them down to his ankles. I looked down at his hard member and knew that I was about to get a much needed fucking.

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I grabbed his dick with my hand and gently circled his head around my opening. I teasingly asked if I was wet enough for him. He reached his arm around my shoulder and grabbed the back of my neck. His other hand grabbed my hip as he said “I know you can wetter”

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I gasped as he eased himself into me. His dick filled every crevice and felt amazing. My hands grabbed his shoulders and held on tight as he mercilessly fucked me. He gripped my neck tighter and pushed me down, sending me over the edge. I came harder than I ever had before. I couldn’t believe so much fluid was in me. I could feel my juices trickling down his balls and soaking the carpet.

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“Fuck you’re so wet, you’re going to make me cum”

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I took that as a cue and jumped off his dick. I made my way down and began to feverishly jerk and suck him off. His dick was dripping with my cum and tasted so good. I felt his head twitch and he groaned he was close. I cupped his balls with my free hand and jerked him off with the other.

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“Cum for me boss”

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I shoved his dick deep into my throat. He let out one last groan before I began to feel feel his member pulsate. Hot cum began filling up my mouth. I eased up and slowly licked off the remaining juices off his head.

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We both caught our breath and looked at one other. We then helped each other up and find our scattered clothing. We cleaned up what we could and locked up the restaurant in near silence. My head was reeling from everything that just happened.

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We hugged before parting ways for the night. He gently kissed my forehead and said “I don’t suppose we could do this again, could we?”

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I smiled coyly – “Off the clock or on?”

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9k453n/my_first_experience_lusting_over_and_getting