[MF] Pandemic Lockdown Leads to Fucking Manager’s Tight Pussy

This is a story about the woman with the kryptonite pussy, whose body still makes me hard and wet with pre-cum just thinking about it.
  
   It all began in a mid-sized office building in suburbs just outside of Chicago. I was a young professional at the time, early 30’s, single, and had been with the company since graduating college from a nearby university. I had recently been promoted, so I was getting familiar with my new role, and colleagues. Many of my new co-workers were married already, some with children, so I was kind of an outsider from the get-go. That being said, my first week on the job they set up a meet-and-greet at a nearby bar for me, so we could all get a chance to get to know each other outside of work.

     After work was done for the day, we all drove over to the bar, went in and started ordering drinks/appetizers. My new work group was mostly guys, with the exception of my boss, Cathy, and her boss, Olivia. I had met Olivia only once before, during an interview, and I remember at the time I thought she was attractive, but that night she looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in a dark grey mini-skirt, with a white button-down blouse tucked into it, black stiletto heels with fabric bows on the back, and golden layered necklace that draped down to her plunging cleavage. Her hair was golden and wavy, perfectly shaped, and her slighty sun-kissed skin seemed to glow in the dull bar lights. Her nails were done in a gel black, and she had just the right amount of makeup on. One glance could tell this woman was confident in herself, and she worked hard to keep her body looking this sexy.

     I couldn’t help but to keep stealing glances at her, just watching the way her body would move as she sat at the bar, brushing her hair away from her face, luscious lips glistening when she spoke, cute dimples that appeared when she smiled, and the way the button on her blouse above her breasts strained every time she raised her glass to take a drink. We caught eyes once when I was luckily just looking at her face, and she smiled and gave me a little wave. I gave a little wave and smiled back, and turned back towards the bar. A moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder, and heard a slightly raspy, lower-pitched (a la Emma Stone) woman’s voice say, “How are you doing, Ryan?” I turned to see Olivia standing there, a big smile on her face. Now that I could see her in full, she looked even more gorgeous, from her toned calves, to her thighs that pushed her skirt to the limit, to her breasts that seemed to fighting to break free of her shirt. She was close enough that I could smell her perfume, which had a warm, sweet scent to it, intoxicating in a way.

    “Great, Olivia, thanks for asking and coming out with us tonight!” I replied, eager to talk with her. “I really appreciate you guys all trying to make me feel welcome, and it is really good to get to know everyone a little better.” She smiled and said, “Well, we’re all glad to have such a bright young man join our group, and my door is always open if you need anything. Now, more importantly, what are we drinking over here?” I chuckled and said, “These guys said you were all business and no pleasure. I’m having a bit of bourbon, what about you?” I couldn’t believe what I just said to her, instantly cursing inwardly myself for being so cavalier. Much to my surprise, she giggled, her cheeks blushing as her dimples appeared, and said, “Bourbon? A man after my own heart… No pleasure? They don’t know me very well, then.”

     She turned and gave a little wave to the bartender, who came over to us. She said to him, “Two pours of your Pappy 23, neat please.” Now I had heard of Pappy Van Winkle, but never in my life imagined I’d be drinking something that cost well over $100 a pour. Normally, I would’ve not wanted to pay for such a drink, but I was so in to her and that moment, I would’ve done anything. Turning back to me, she handed me my drink, raised hers and said, “Here’s to new beginnings and pleasure.” I replied, “Cheers” and we clinked glasses. She gave me a wry smile, and proceeded to tilt her head back and gulp her drink down in one swift motion. Her hair had flipped over her face as she brought her head back down, and she swept part of it off to the side. I had never seen a more sexy woman in my life, she radiated everything a man could lust over.

     My mouth and eyes must have betrayed me, because she looked at me and started to laugh. “You look like you are in shock”, she said. I replied, “You just chugged a pour of the best bourbon in the world.” I couldn’t help but to chuckle a little bit, loosening up even more around her. “Listen, Ryan, just because I’m a boss doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.” She gave me a wink, and turned back to the bartender. “He’ll have another, and I’ll take the tab”, she said to him. I started to protest, but she reassured me that it was her treat, she was just happy to be able to get everyone together outside of work.

    A ringtone started to go off, and she glanced down at her phone. Sighing, she turned to me and said, “I’m really sorry to have to do this Ryan, but I’m going to have to jet out of here. Hopefully we’ll bump into each other at work soon.” “Everything ok?” I asked, not wanting this to end so abruptly. “Oh, yeah, just some family stuff. Thanks for asking, though. I’ll see you soon, ok?” Just like that, she was gone, leaving only her scent and the memory behind. I overheard a conversation about her having marital problems, and that she was in the middle of a nasty divorce. I chugged my bourbon, and decided to call it a night. After saying goodbye to my coworkers, I drove back home, Olivia running through my mind. I decided that I should stop, I was reading too much into the whole thing.

    It wasn’t long before the Covid-19 pandemic struck in 2020, and most of the office people had to work from home. Only a few “critical” workers had to go in to the office building, and luckily, I was one of them. No one else on my floor was there, so most days I worked in silence, not having the usual office banter and gossip filling the air. It was usually dead in the building the only person I ever came across on a regular basis was the janitor.

     I went to the office gym religiously everyday after work, trying to take care of my body. On this particular day, I was cranking out reps on the bench when I noticed several more lights flick on in the gym. Thinking it was just the janitor, I kept pressing up and down, until my arms felt like jelly. I felt a presence near me, and looked around for the source. It was Olivia, but she wasn’t looking at my face, she seemed to be fixated on my groin. That’s when I noticed my shorts had ridden up my leg during my workout, and the tip of my dick felt like it was out. Fuck, I thought to myself quickly sitting up and re-adjusting.

     “Oh, hey Ryan, didn’t mean to bother you, I’m just going to do a little workout now, too” she said, her eyes making contact with mine, a smile appearing across her face. “No worries, Olivia, just getting in a bit of a workout myself” I replied. She looked incredible, every curve accentuated with tight fitting spandex with a decent amount of her midriff showing. Her breasts looked so swollen in her sports bra, and I could finally see her thigh gap, which looked like a portal to heaven. She was wearing the shortest runner shorts I had seen, and they left very little to the imagination. “Well, judging by those arms, I need it more than you do” she said, blushing a little. “Are you kidding, most women would kill for a body like that!” I retorted, flirting back with her but upping the ante a bit. I was hoping I didn’t cross the line and scare her off, I just couldn’t help but to say what was on my mind. “Oh, have you consulted a lot of them about their bodies, Ryan?” she quipped. “Well, let’s just say none of the ones I have talked to have been in as good of shape as you.” If she was going to keep feeding me the ball, I was going to keep swinging.

    “You’re funny Ryan, full of it, but funny. I gotta go work off this tummy.” She walked away from my bench, but not before grazing my leg with her hand as she walked by. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up, and a chill ran through my body. There was a yoga mat across from the bench, and she sat down on it and started doing some stretches. I sat on the bench, pretending to look at my phone, but I kept sneaking glances of her. She had her eyes closed and was spread apart, grabbing both feet with her arms. All I could do was undress her in my mind, and I felt my shaft start to stiffen. I better stop before I get a full blown boner, I thought to myself, and went back to pressing weights.

     The next time I sat up, she was looking my way, and she waved like she wanted me to come over. I stood up, and walked over to where she was. “I used to be a gymnast years ago, but after I broke a couple bones in an accident, I’ve never fully recovered my flexibility. Ryan, can you help me stretch if I tell you what I need?” That explains why she is built like a brickhouse, I thought. “Absolutely,” I said, “You just tell me what to do.” She proceeded to take off her shoes and socks, “Sorry, you’re not grossed out by feet are you?” she said. “Not at all,” I said. After all, how could I be grossed out, she looked like she pampered herself, and there is nothing more sexy than a woman who is confident in herself.

     “Ok, so I’m going to lay down, and I want you to slowly push my leg over my head as far as you can,” she told me. “Sure, I know this one, you just tell me if I need to stop,” I replied. She lay down on the mat, keeping one leg on the ground, and started to lift her other one in the air. I grasped her leg and foot, and was amazed at how smooth, silky, and warm she was. My fingers draped across her painted toes, I lifted her leg up slowly. I looked down to make sure she was ok, but her eyes were closed, and she seemed very relaxed. As I raised her leg further my eyes gazed down once again and I got full view of her slit. Her shorts had parted away from her leg just enough for me to see, and she clearly wasn’t wearing any underwear. I couldn’t stop staring at her puffy lips, the little tuft of hair at the top, and the higher I went the more her labia started to separate, and reveal her pink wetness.

     I felt her tap me on the leg, and she started to raise her other leg now. I carefully let go of the first, and grasped her slightly-bronzed skin. Just as before, she didn’t open her eyes, and I peered down her leg at the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. Time seemed to slow down, and I began to take deeper breaths, trying hard not to let my semi-hard dick go any further. She tapped me again, and I lowered her leg back down to the ground. “Mmm,” she said, “That felt good, I just have one more to do. This time I am going to spread eagle, you put you soles on mine, and I want you to pull my arms forward towards you.” I couldn’t speak, I merely nodded and got in to position.

     As I started pulling her towards me, I realized my semi-erect penis was still there, but now the tip was again starting to come out of my bunched up shorts. I couldn’t let go and re-adjust, I just had to hope that as I pulled her towards my groin that she didn’t notice. I was leaning backwards, pulling her arms toward me, and her head was now flat on the mat, albeit facing my now swollen head. Some of her hair was draping on it, and I could feel the heat coming off of her. I hoped I wasn’t leaking pre-cum into her hair, but all I could think about was my desire for her. I decided to close my eyes and try to think of something else, hopefully that would draw the bloodflow away from my shaft. When I opened my eyes again, I peeked down, and noticed she was staring right where my tip had been. She had a look that I imagined was similar to what I was feeling, so I quickly closed my eyes again. She gave my hands a squeeze and we both sat up.

    “Thanks, Ryan, you are a lifesaver! If I don’t get stretched out right, it just hurts when I do certain things,” she told me. Without hesitation, I said, “I’ve always been complimented on my ability to stretch it out.” Dumb dumb dumb, I thought to myself, you are going way too fast. “Oh, I have no doubts about that,” she replied. The sexual tension in that moment was unreal as we just looked each other in the face. Her ample bosom seemed aching to pop out of her spandex sports bra, her legs still spread out, silken thighs almost inviting me in. I could feel the heat in my shorts beginning to creep back, and when she smiled at me, I wanted to jump over and take her right on the mat. Stay cool, Ryan, say something, I told myself. “Alright well, I better go take a shower, you made me work up such a sweat,” I said with a wink and a smile.

    “Don’t feel like you have to be clean on my account, Ryan. I like to make guys sweat, it’s one of the perks of being a boss,” she replied, her dimples showing as she smiled at me. “Haha yep, Queen Olivia ruling over her sweaty kingdom, I can see that,” I retorted. “You’re damn right,” she giggled. “See you later, then?” I asked. “Sooner rather than later, Ryan,” she said. I gathered my towel and walked out of the gym to the locker room across the hallway, not wanting to fuck up a good thing by getting too flirty too soon.

      As I started the shower in the private stall, I couldn’t help but think about Olivia. Her perfect body, her smell, her personality, everything about her was intoxicating. I thought about her big, swollen tits, her puffy, inviting pussy, her toned legs, and just imagined plunging my dick into her and how that would feel. I wanted so bad to drain my balls into her, feel her quiver around me, feel her touch. The warm water and the thought of her pert lips wrapping around my shaft started to drive me wild, and I felt myself stiffen. I had never jerked off at work before, but my balls were aching, and I thought the head of my dick was about to explode. With no one in the office, and the curtain behind me closed, I started to stroke. I could feel it starting to build, but I wanted it to last, so I slowed down to a more manageable pace.

     I’m standing in the shower, resting one hand on the wall in front of me, hot water cascading down my back, the other hand choking the life out of my cock when I feel warmth behind me. Before I could move I feel a woman’s hand wrapping around mine, helping me stroke my shaft. “Let me help you with that,” she said to me. Turning around to face her, I said, “Olivia?” “Shhh shh shh,” she replied, “Just let it happen.” So I did, I let it all go, and took all of her in. Her naked body was standing before me, perky, large breasts with water droplets bouncing off of them, her incredible figure, thighs slightly agape, pussy swollen and red, as if she had been rubbing it. She grabbed my cock again, and reached with her other hand to cup my swollen sack. Coming closer to me, she began to pull me up and down, with a good firm grip, her cadence was perfect. She looked at my face and with a dimpled smile said, ” Tell me when you are about to cum, ok?” I merely nodded, unable to form words at this point.

     She removed her hand from my balls for a moment and one-by-one placed my hands on her body. She was close to me now, and she whispered, “Touch me, I’ve been wanting it since I met you.”I oblidged, slowly moving my hands around her body while she tugged on my cock. I caressed her breasts first, slowly teasing her nipples until they were swollen and erect. Leaning in the kiss her neck near where the shoulder meets it, I placed both hands on her ample asscheeks and gave them a firm squeeze. She let out a moan which only spurred me on further. I reached down and began to pull her cheeks apart, rubbing the inside of her crack and around her butthole. I felt her legs buckle slightly, but she strengthened her grip on my dick and was now speeding up the pace.

     I took one hand and began to circle back around front to her swollen vagina. She moaned again and buried her face in my chest as I started to touch her puffy lips. I let my fingers work their magic now, peeling apart her pussy lips to find a rather swollen clit peeking out from under its hood. She gasped as I touched it and began to rub it, in slow, deliberate motions. She looked up at me, both of us starting to pant now, locking eyes while we touched and stroked. She grabbed my hand and moved it down, and I understood what she needed.

     Hovering my hand over her slit, I slowly eased a finger into her soaking wetness. “Ryan,” she whispered, “I want you to cum in my mouth.” She began stroking me at a feverish pace now, but I was determined to make her cum first. I started moving my finger in and out while constantly making contact with clit. She started to quiver and moan, slow at first, but then louder and faster, her thighs vibrating as her orgasm built. I was using two hands now, one fingering her wetness and the other rubbing her engorged clit up and down with firm pressure. Her voice was nearly a murmur, “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop…”

     I wanted to see her cum so bad that there was no way in hell I was going to change up the pace or stop. One of her hands started to grab my ass and clench one of my cheeks. She was starting to shake worse than a jackhammer when she started screaming,  “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming fffffuuuuuccccckkk!”  that’s when I felt warm liquid hitting my shins and my cock and realized that she was squirting on me. At the time, it was the single hottest thing that ever happened to me, to be able to make a woman cum so hard with my hand that she squirts.

    Even though by now I was practically fucking her hand with my dick, thrusting in and out while she stroked it, I didn’t realize how close I was to cumming as well. I felt the twinge in my balls and noticed how my shaft was getting harder. “I’m gonna cum,” I told her. She immediately got down on her knees and drew my cock into her awaiting mouth. It was so wet and warm, and her thick lips wrapped around my girth. She began to suck on it like no other woman had done before her, letting her tongue cup my balls as she deepthroated every inch of my swollen dick. Then she began to suck only on my head, and was twisting and stroking my length with her hands. Saliva was dripping onto her tits, as she gave me the best, and most wet blowjob I’d ever had.

     I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a slight moan I came in her mouth, the first spurt was so massive I thought for sure she’d spit it out. Not missing a beat, however, she sucked, milking rope after rope of my hot cum down her throat. Now she was presenting her tits to me, cupping them as my cock twitched in her mouth. As I held the back of her head, I rocked back and forth, sliding in and out of her mouth. She pulled me out, licked all over my still-hard cock, and stared up at me as she sucked on my tip. Every other blowjob or even fuck I had ever had usually resulted with my dick deflating not long after, but she felt so good around me I stayed rock hard. “Mmm you tasted so good,” she moaned up at me, “Your cum is so sweet.” She stood up now, still tugging on my cock, but kissing me all over now.

      She turned around, repositioning her hand so she could still jerk me off. “I want more, Daddy,” she said, arching back in to me. I was grabbing her tits now, running my hands all over her body. She slipped my dick down under her cheeks, and I could feel her warmth all around me. Her pussy lips became like a hot dog bun around my penis, surrounding both sides of my length. She was so fucking wet I thought there wouldn’t be enough friction, but she knew exactly what to do. Clenching her ass ever so slightly, her cheeks moved up and down from my dick to my navel, and my dick began to swell even more. I started to try and put it in, wanting so bad to cum inside of her, but whispered, “Not yet, just keep doing this.” I was bumping her clit with my tip, one pair of our hands clasped down there, pressing my cock up against her, and the other set grabbing her tits.

      She began to moan again, saying to me, “Don’t stop Ryan, you’re gonna make me cum again.” I moved my hand from her tits and wrapped my arm across the front of her body, grabbing her shoulder as I fucked her in between her thighs and pussy lips. I began to throb again, whispering in her ear that I was about to cum, and proceeded to start blasting more white lovejuice up her belly. Normally I don’t cum this much the 2nd round, but this time it shot out and hit her in the chin. She grunted in ecstasy, gyrating hard now on my cock. More spurts hit the bottom of her tits and belly, and she arched back into hard, and started to shake uncontrollably again. “Fuuuuuck I’m cumming again fuck me fuck me fuck me fuuuuck mmmmm!” she yelled out, “Stick it in my tight pussy, Ryan!”

     I reached down and oblidged her, pushing all of my cock inside her quivering mound. She was unbelievably tight and wet, I had never felt a better pussy surrounding my dick. She cried out, “Yesssss! Fuck my little pussy!” My cock still twitching and her pussy swollen beyond belief, I began to pound away. She bent over, her flexible gymnast body opening up for me, and I grabbed her hips. I started clapping her cheeks as hard as I could, my balls slapping her pussy every time I thrust forward. I put a thumb on her asshole, started rubbing it and I heard her moan. I pushed it in, slowly at first, but quicker and deeper until finally my whole finger was in and I left it there, pulling her back and forth on my cock. We fucked with a fury that I had never done before, each of us yelling obscenities and breathing like we ran a marathon.

     She began to quiver once more, and called back to me, “Cum in me Ryan, I want to feel your hot cum in my pussy.” That was all I needed, and I felt my balls start to twitch again. I wasn’t sure if there would be any more, but my cock throbbed inside of her and she began to say, “Yes yes yes, cum for me Ryan.” With that, she was cumming again too, crying out in pleasure as I dumped my seed in her tight little pussy. She stood up and leaned into me, my cock still inside of her, and we stood like that for what seemed like ages. The warm water of the shower had long gone cold, but it was of no concern to us. I squeezed both of her engorged tits, gave her a last couple of pumps, which made her moan some more, and let my dick slip out.

    Turning around, she held on to me for a bit, kissing my chest and navel. She was back on knees, and let my now semi-limp cock slip back in her mouth. Sucking all of the juices out and off of it, she popped back up with a smile. “We should workout together more often,” she said. “Definitely,” I replied, thoroughly spent but already thinking of fucking her again. She grabbed one of my hands, and guided back to her wetness. Rubbing my fingers on her clit, her eyes closed for a moment in pleasure, and then she was looking back at me with a dimpled smile. She brought my fingers to her mouth and sucked each one, while rubbing herself with her other hand. She brought her pussy juices up to my lips and wiped them there. “See you around, Ryan!” Just like that, she grabbed a towel and walked away, leaving me standing there in the cold shower. “Bye, Olivia,” I said, giving a small wave as she walked away. She turned and smiled at me once more, and bent over in the middle of the locker room. She pulled her ass apart so I could see her pink lips, giggled, and walked away waving back at me.
  
     That was our first encounter of many, memorable ones. I am hoping this pandemic lasts longer so we can keep fucking in the empty office. There isn’t much more exhilarating sex to have than on your coworkers desk, or your boss’s, or the president of the company’s desk.

    Thanks for reading my first story about my experience with Olivia. Feel free to critique grammar, etc., but I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did doing it! I will be working on Part 2 shortly, so keep on the lookout for that! Thanks again!

  
    
   
    

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