About a year ago, she came into my life. She was hired by our boss to be our new boss. Her main task was pushing our productivity to the next level. And yes, she turned us into a faster and more efficient work force.
Back then she was close to forty four years old. She was a total tough nut. But she was always dressed to impress. She loved the attention she got out of it. It was her hobby, her personal mission to give every male human being in the building a raging boner. She loved staring at the bulges she gave her male coworkers. A huge smile appeared on her face as soon as she achieved her personal goal.
But she stood no chance with me. She just wasn’t able to pull the stunt. My thirty five year old cock didn’t want to get hard. Sure, I was looking after her. I wished to fuck her, like nearly every other man in our factory, but there was no boner between my legs. My dick stayed limp. And that drove her insane.
She saw my limp dick as a challenge. A challenge she wanted to pass. So she gave me a special treatment. She offered me views down her cleavage, she bent over without wearing panties, she did everything to get me hard. And believe me, I was lusting for her. I wanted her. But my dick, my dick staid limp.
Back at home I told my forty two year old wife about what was going on at work. I told her about my boss. About the fact that she was seducing me. About the fact that she tried to get me hard. While listening to me, a huge smile appeared on my wife’s beautiful face: “Maybe you should tell her that your cock belongs to me. And that I am the only one that can make you hard. And as a compensation for her frustration, maybe you should offer her your special tongue service.”
Hearing my wife saying what she was saying put a huge smile on my face. I thanked her for allowing me to offer my boss my tongue service. Then I kissed my wife. Gentle kisses. Because my wife loves them. And I love my wife. But sometimes, I am just a man. And men have their urges. Ugly, nasty, dirty urges that need to be satisfied.
About a week after I told my wife about what was going on at work, I got my chance to cure my nasty urges. My boss called me in her office. She locked the office door behind me. All the blinds were closed. She was up to something.
Then she ordered me to sit down on an empty chair in front of her desk. Then she placed herself on her desk. She pulled up her skirt, no she was wearing no panties, and spread her legs for me. She placed her gorgeous pussy direct in front of my face: “And, do you get hard now? Does the smell, does the look of my pussy make you rock solid?”
I enjoyed the view, I loved the smell. My mouth was watering. But my dick stayed limp. I answered her question: “No, I am not getting hard. Because my dick belongs to my wife. She is the only one that can give me a boner.”
She couldn’t believe what I said. She got a little bit furious: “I don’t believe you. Prove it. Drop your pants.”
I did as she told me. Because I am a guy that obeys a woman. That follows her orders. My wife trained me that way. She learned me, she taught me to obey. And well, I am drifting off. Back to my boss and me in her office.
After my boos gave me an order, I just stood up and dropped my pants and my underwear to the ground. And surprise, there was no boner between my legs. My dick was still limp. Limp and about as big as a bigger clit. And protected, locked away by a tiny chastity cage. So I really wasn’t able to get hard at all.
A smile appeared on my bosses face when she saw the chastity cage between my legs: “Oh, you are one of those. Has your wife trained you well? Is she they one with the key?”
“Yes, she has the key. Yes, she tries her best to turn me into a better man. And I think she did a good job in training me.”
My boss kept on going: “I bet you are a good husband and you told your wife about me, haven’t you?”
I just nodded with my head. She kept on asking: “Has she allowed you to do something with me?”
Again, my head went up and down: “Yes, she told me to offer you my special tongue service. As a compensation for your frustration, because you weren’t able to get me hard.”
A smile appeared on my bosses face. A huge fucking smile appeared on my bosses face. While she was still sitting on her desk in front of me. With her legs spread wide open: “If she allowed you to do so, feel free to dig in. Show me what your wife taught you. Show me if she has taught you how to lick a pussy.”
Instead of digging in the moment she allowed me to do so, I kept on enjoying the view for a little bit longer. Saliva was collecting in my mouth. Horny me took over. Then I dug in. I enjoyed every second of it. I enjoyed her taste on my tongue. I stuck my tongue as deep inside her pussy as I could. I tasted her juices. And I was immediately addicted to the taste of it.
It didn’t took long and her moaning filled the room. Her hands were going through my hair – yes, thirty five, not bald at all. After some time enjoying her pussy juices my tongue moved on to her clit. I played with her clit, I teased her clit while a finger went inside her dripping wet fuck hole.
The moment my first finger went inside her her moaning got more intense, and louder. My boss clearly loved my doing. Moments later a second finger went in. And there was space for a third one. But three were not enough for her. She moaned out a “more.”
I gave her more. For fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy. While my tongue was still on her clit. I enjoyed every second of it. My limp caged dick spit out some filthy juices while I ate her out, while I finger fucked my damn hot boss.
More and more tension was building up with every thrust my fingers gave her. Her hands were holding onto her desk. She was close. Close to an orgasm. And I gave her the rest. A few more well timed thrusts, a little bit working her clit with my tongue, and boom, her legs began to shake. She let out a few last and intense moans.
Then the tension left her body. She collapsed onto me. I had to catch her, to prevent her from falling to the ground. She was gone. She was elsewhere. And I, I had a satisfied expression on my face too. I was able to please my boss. I was able to please a woman. Is there a better ting to do for a man out there?
It took some time until my boss was herself again. When she was back in her body, and back on her feet, or at least able to sit on her desk again, she smiled at me. She looked me in the eyes: “Yes, your wife trained you well. Tell her that from me. And now, pull up your pants, go back to work.”
Again, I did as she told me. I went back to work. Pretended that nothing had happened.
Later that day, back at home, I told my wife everything. She blushed a little bit when I told her that my boss told me to tell her that she had trained me well. And after I had told her what my boss told me to tell her, when my wife wasn’t blushing anymore, my wife gave me another order: “Ask your boss over for dinner. She seems to be an interesting woman. I’d love to meet her.”
And as you can imagine, the good husband I am, on the next work day, I invited my boss to my home, for some early dinner. And luckily, my boss accepted the invite. She did it with a huge smile on her face: “I’d love to meet your wife.”
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