I used to have an accounts job in a construction company (so mostly men in the office) where I was the youngest there by far. It was endearing as it meant everyone was quite protective of ‘sweet and innocent Paige’. After a few months, one of my (indirect) bosses there started coming in more days than he should (he was usually site based) with gifts for me and asking me out on dates. People in the office started to notice and he was spoken to by the managing director and told, in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to touch me or his time would be done at that company. I was also told to be careful of him as he would end up letting me down. He was 46, recently divorced and had a reputation for being a bit of a player. I was 20 at the time and had two long term relationships, and had never had casual sex or a one night stand.
I started to look forward to his visits, and we would have a meeting each Wednesday arvo. My outfits started to become more revealing, wearing tighter dresses, or shorter skirts. I masturbated a lot thinking about him, sometimes in the toilet at work, wondering if he was thinking about me.
One Wednesday in particular, I wore stockings, suspenders and a matching bra and panties under my short skirt and shirt. From where we had our meeting, people could see him but I had my back to them so my face was not visible. As the meeting continued I started to pull my short skirt up, revealing the tops of my stockings, then my wet panties. His eyes popped out of his sockets and I could see a bulge growing in his pants. I moved my hand to my pussy, slid a finger along my slit before quickly removing it and putting the finger in my mouth. I could see a damp patch of pre-cum gathering on his very tight trousers and he couldn’t focus on accounts after that.
After the meeting I got a text from him ‘I knew you’d have a waxed pussy,’. Not something I had even considered at all but I guess his generation were more likely to have pubic hair. It also confirmed he’d been fantasising about me.
Fast forward to the late afternoon, the office had cleared out because there was a function on that night that neither of us were attending. I had known this maybe the case when I got dressed that morning but couldn’t be 100% sure we would be alone.
Finally we were the only two left. I pretended not to notice and continued typing away. He walked to the managing directors desk, sat down and demanded that I go over to him. He asked if I was as still as wet as I was earlier that day, I nodded my head, now feeling sheepish and shy. He then asked if I was sure. Yes, I was. He requested that I bend over the desk in front of him and he lifted my skirt, tracing his finger down my ass and around my pussy. I wanted him to touch me so much I could feel myself dripping. He pulled out his hard cock, rubbing it and demanding I stay where I was. I didn’t have much to compare to but I knew it was going to stretch me. He knew what he was doing and made me wait, rubbing my throbbing clit, spreading my slickness. He told me that it was my fault for teasing him that he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Still bent over, he stood up behind me, kissing my neck and kissing down my back. Holding my hands behind my back with one hand, he pulled my panties to one side with the other and licked my clit, my pussy and my ass. It was the first time anyone had licked me and I wasn’t sure if I liked it or hated it but he was in absolute control and I liked that a lot.
Both of us still fully dressed, he stood up and slid his solid length into me gently, deeper than anything had ever been inside me before. It hurt but it felt so satisfying to be filled up by him, over our bosses desk. He put my fingers on my clit, demanding I rub it while he building up a rhythm, fucking me from behind gripping my hips tightly. Very quickly my pussy was spamming on his cock as I reached my orgasm. The spasms sent him wild and it wasn’t long before I felt his cock pulsating inside me, filling me up with his cum. He groaned my name loudly as he did so. I turned around to face him and he sat me on the desk, kissing my face, down my body and he parted my legs, licking my pussy that was now tender soaked with both of our juices before I tried to push him away, feeling embarrassed. My cheeks were flushed with the idea of his cum all over the managing directors desk, after he’d been explicitly told he wasn’t allowed to touch me.
At a booze fuelled party a while after he joked about what we’d done, to be met by the team with a response that ‘Paige wouldn’t do that’. Quite.
We ended up being together for 5 years in a great sexually open relationship, and together we fucked two of the women from that office. I guess our old colleagues now believe that maybe Paige would do that..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h7pl5f/bent_over_the_bosses_desk_by_a_man_older_than_my
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