Apparently it’s National Boss’s Day today. I think it’s the perfect opportunity to tell you about that time my boss and I had hot sex in the glass-walled conference room at the office.
We’ve been having sex in secret for years. Well, maybe not *perfectly* secret because a few of the places were public (like at the adult movie cinema or in parking lots), and an employee from a different department did walk in on us once (and saw my boss’s naked ass). But those are stories for different days.
The session I have in mind right now, our conference room tryst, took place about four years ago … but it’s one I’ll never forget. I think of it often. I can relive all the details.
It started off as our sexcapades often do: I sneaked into his office about ten minutes before everyone was set to leave for the day. On my way there, I noticed the conference room door was wide open, which was a rare occurrence. The office secretary usually closed and locked it before leaving, but she had called in sick that day.
My boss knew I’d be coming, so when I slipped into his office, he was sitting at his desk with his cock already erect and shooting through his open fly. I can envision that exact moment so clearly right now, and damn does it arouse me. He was lightly stroking his cock while staring at me in the doorway. He knows how wet I get when I watch him pleasure himself. Also, there’s something incredibly sexy about him masturbating in his open-doored office with a high risk of being caught. *(We both enjoy risky sexual situations. He has fucked me on his desk and against mine with our office doors wide open, during work hours, multiple times. But again, those are stories for different days!)*
Of course, when I saw him sitting like that, I immediately had to have him in my mouth. Within seconds of closing the door, I had my lips wrapped around his cock. I was still standing — not yet on my knees — so he pushed up my dress and plunged his fingers into my pussy while I bent over his lap. I wasn’t wearing panties; I usually remove them before visiting him.
Soon he stood up. “Get on your knees,” he told me. This command drives me crazy in the best possible way. It’s so authoritative, so sexy. And I know that when he says it, it means he’s going to pull down my top and bra, caress my breasts, and pinch my nipples while I blow him.
That day, he was pinching my nipples while thrusting his cock deep and forcefully into my throat. I love choking on his cock. He stopped thrusting only when it triggered my gag reflex. In between choking gasps, I told him that the conference room was wide open.
I remember looking up at him from the floor and seeing his expression. He had a devilish look; he knew immediately what I had in mind, as he had been thinking the same thing when he saw it open earlier that afternoon.
By this time, almost everyone was gone. With the top of my dress unbuttoned and his shirt untucked and pants partially down, he led me to the conference room. The lights were off, but the majority of one entire wall was made of glass, so the space was illuminated by the hallway lights. Multiple entrances fed into that hallway… we could have been caught at any moment. But we didn’t care.
He hoisted me onto the corner of the conference table. I eagerly spread my legs for him. I wanted him to fuck me like that, but the table was a little too high. It wouldn’t have been comfortable for either of us at that angle. Instead, he unfastened more buttons on my dress to fully expose my breasts. He slid two fingers into my pussy and then put his mouth on one nipple, sucking it hard. He fingered me like this until I begged him to put his cock inside me.
Even then, he wouldn’t fuck me just yet. “I’m not done,” he whispered. “You’re not going anywhere.”
He lowered his lips to my pussy and tasted my wetness. When he licks me there, it feels exquisite. All I could do was lie on the table and enjoy his warm tongue on my clit. I’m sure I was making much more noise than I should have. I couldn’t help it; when he eats my pussy, he parts my labia, puts his tongue inside me, and makes me moan. He’s actually the first man who has ever made me climax from oral. That day, he brought me right near the edge of climax with his mouth. If anyone had been around, they surely would have heard me panting and moaning, and we’d have been caught.
I remember every second of lying on that table with his head between my legs. I savored every brush of his tongue in and on my pussy. But I also remember feeling desperate to rub his erect cock. I wanted to feel his bare chest. “I need touch you,” I told him. So he stood up and I wrapped my legs around him.
He pushed his fingers back into my soaked pussy and let me stroke his rock hard cock while I kissed him. “I can taste my pussy on your lips,” I told him. He seemed to enjoy the thought of that, because he took his fingers from my pussy and glossed my lips with my own juices. Then he forced his wet fingers into my mouth. His cock grew even harder in my hand while I sucked and licked his fingers clean.
“Get off the table and bend over,” he instructed me. When I did, he aggressively gripped my breasts from behind and pulled me toward him. Then he rammed his cock hard into my pussy. I gasped at how thick he was and how tightly he filled me. Sometimes we take it gently and passionately, but he was domineering that day. He fucked me roughly, and I couldn’t get enough. My bare breasts bounced against the conference room table as he pounded into me.
“Maybe we should go back to your office. We could get caught at any time,” I whispered. This only made him drive into me harder. I remember thinking we should stop before someone saw us, but every thrust was delicious. And soon I found myself moaning “I’m about to cum. I’m going to cum all over your cock.” He pulled my ass toward him and drove his cock so deep inside that I could feel his balls pressed against me.
He made me climax hard. He always does. But there was something extra luscious about a forbidden orgasm on the conference table.
He also was close to climaxing, so he directed me to get on my knees again. We had been in the conference room for a while now. The open door and wide window added such a level of danger. Anyone looking in would have seen me cupping his balls while I, on my knees, admired his body above me. They would have been able to watch him stroke his cock until right before climax. They would have clearly heard me tell him: “I want to taste your cum.” And they would have seen him shove his cock into my mouth at the last second. Yes, it’s a good thing no colleagues were there; they could have easily seen everything.
He pumped my mouth full of his semen. Even now, years later, I remember what a large, erotic swallow it was.
I know conference room sex sounds unrealistic, like a scene from a movie, and you may be thinking “How could this be real? She must be exaggerating!” But I swear every word is true. My boss and I had torrid sex in the public conference room.
Our department eventually moved to a renovated area, so we’re no longer able to access that part of the property. But after that sensual session, our team did have many meetings in that conference room. During every meeting, it was difficult not to think about the way he licked my clit so intensely while I was spread out the table. It was difficult to stifle my hunger for him. We’d often sit across from one another at those meetings. Sometimes I’d catch his eye, and he’d give me a knowing gaze, maybe remembering the crimes we’d committed on that table.
Sometimes I’d walk into meetings, sit down, and make offhand remarks like “Oh, this is a really nice table.” Everyone else probably thought I was an oddball for admiring old office furniture. But he knew the meaning behind those comments.
I love having that conference room rendezvous as one of our many dirty secrets. My panties are wet right now as I type this. This always happens to me when I write memories of things we’ve done together.
Happy Boss’s Day, boss.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jcphg6/my_boss_m_and_i_f_in_the_conference_room_at_work