See Me (Cuckquean, Office, Oral, MF)

I thought I had myself all under control, making myself cum twice in my morning shower. Then, as soon as I started my morning commute, my sexdrive sprinted into overdrive.

“See me.” Was all that an email had to say.

The entire drive all I could think was sitting on the face of my gorgeous boss, my arousal running down my thighs. I’ve worked for him for a full 12 months, and 11 of those months I’ve endlessly salivated over him.

Maxwell had a face that could make any woman weak. Perpetual stubble, gorgeous hair, with silver streaks making him look even hotter and more distinguished. All three of which he already was, in no short supply. His deep, dreamy voice made even the most mundane things sound smooth and irresistible. His square jaw, tall, wide body, and large muscular hands spurred my imagination to dirtier and dirtier heights. On a daily, or even hourly basis, I imagined his imposing figure holding me down and having his way while I could only climax in the wake of taking me in whichever way he found most satisfactory.

A man that handsome and rich didn’t exist in the same stratosphere as me. Since I was a teen I’ve been chubby, and I can’t stand it. Don’t get me wrong, I am in love with my body. The issue is that guys only like half of my body, or maybe even a third of it. My tits? In love. My ass? They’re in heaven. But for some reason they think that a big butt and double D’s don’t often come with stretchmarks and a stomach. They expect one, hate the other.

Well, it also didn’t help that Mr. Rose was married to a traditional trophy wife, way thinner and hotter than me. Who also happened to be my other boss.

Doesn’t mean I can’t fantasize though.

When I arrive in the office, I have to stop in the bathroom to get myself off before I even *think* of walking to his office. Like this, I never even stood a chance.

I hustle over to his office to get my day started. Nervous as all hell. I knock at his open door, and can’t help myself grinning from ear to ear. Just seeing him *did* things to me.

“Good morning, sir!”

He looks up and smiles as well. “Morning, Bailey.” He sends shivers through my spine. “Good to see you, come take a seat.”

I close the door behind me, and gingerly walk into the large office, taking my seat directly in front of him. He makes some clicks at his computer before addressing me, his face when he is focused on something, and I can see the gears turning makes me want him on top of me more than anything.

“I just needed to see you and personally thank you. You’re one of the best workers we have, especially on paper.”

I smile from ear to ear. My work ethic is only because I want to suck his cock dry. It’s just fun having that extra incentive for his attention.

“Thank you, sir.” I say.

“ So, how about a raise, and you keep up the good work?”

My heart rises and I want to hug and kiss this man. “Gladly! Thank you so much!”

“Good, now that that’s settled, we can move onto other things.” he says.

At that very moment, his door opened, and I swung my head around to see a tall woman enter. Long dark brown hair, piercing light brown eyes, a gorgeous face, and a ring the size of a small child. She walks in, closes the door, and just… stands there. She looks at Mr. Rose and I but otherwise… keeps quiet and stands there.

His wife.

As much as I want to be his favorite, I wasn’t going to flirt with my boss in front of my other boss/his wife. I awkwardly try to greet her.

“Good morning Mrs. Ro-”

“Eyes on me.”

His deep voice rings in my ears, commanding me. My entire body jolts. It’s tone wasn’t like the cheerful, friendly man that walks the office. This tone of voice came from an alpha male. A man that was in charge, and was going to get his way.

My neck snaps and my eyes lock on him, too locked in to look elsewhere.

“Good girl.”

I melt right into my chair. The room feels so much smaller. There’s a heat deep inside me that’s burning, and is causing me to gush between my thighs.

Maxwell rises to his feet, walks around his desk, and leans against it, looking down on me.

“I also wanted to address something else.” he said, still in that commanding tone of his. I swallow, and can’t take my wide eyes off of him.

“I see you staring at me, often.” His face neither grins nor frowns, nor does his inflection change for me to get a read on it. Not that I was ever trying to hide it, I just never thought he paid enough attention to me undressing him. I’m nearly quivering under the pressure he is exuding.

I have no idea what to say, or even if i should say anything at all. “Staring, sir?” I manage to spit out.

He continues, “Yeah. Sometimes you’ll walk past me and brush your hips against me. Sometimes, I feel like I can tell when you’re aroused. Sometimes, I feel like I just have to have you.”

*I’m all yours to devour.*

His right hand brushes my cheek, sweeping my hair over my ear. “Like right now. God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” he moaned. I melted against the warm touch of his hand, my skin beconning for more of his touch.

His skin feels like warmth I had never experienced, and it makes every nerve ending I have feel like they’re all being stimulated at the same time. What would happen if it was my entire body he was touching? What if he was in contact with something a lot more sensitive than my cheek?

I audibly gasp at his touch, and before I know it, his lips meet mine.

And there it is, I feel entirely on fire, melting right into him. My hands grip the arms of the chair and I feel I’m going to snap it clean off. His tongue slides in my mouth, playing with mine, and I return it. I’m moaning in his mouth, loving every bit of sensation I am getting but also aching for so much more.

Then suddenly, he pulls away, leaving silver strands of our connected saliva stretching then disappearing, running down my parted lips. I inhale lungfuls of air, cursing that the moment ended.

My eyes train on him, begging him for more without actively saying it. My face desperately missed him.

“That look right there.” he groans.

Each second his lips aren’t on mine I feel like I’m going to go crazy. Now that I’ve gotten the sensation, I had no idea what to do without it.

“Tonight.” he says. “What are your plans?”

Without hesitation, I say, “For you? Anything.”

He chuckles, from behind me, his wife gives a barely audible snort. It sounded like she was still at the door, and hadn’t moved at all. I wasn’t dare going to defy Mr. Rose’s orders to keep my eyes on anything else but him.

“Tonight, Rachael and I would like to host you in our home.” he says.

Nothing on God’s green earth was going to keep me from going. But, should I? What was going on? Was this right? Should I even be here now?

He fished a black and gold card from his wallet, and handed it to me, like it was petty cash, as if I was just about to get donuts for a meeting. “Grab yourself something elegant for the evening. Put it on the company.”

From behind me, I hear the smooth, seductive voice of Rachael hit my ears. “Max also likes a good pair of tights.”

What was going on? I felt so overwhelemed, but was too aroused and in *desperate* need to fuck to be able to sort it all out. He returns to my height, and plants a soft warm kiss on my cheek, and then another, and slowly works his way down to my neck. I feel my resolve weakening with each kiss. I had several questions to ask, but with each kiss, I began to forget each of them one by one.

“Let’s just say that, we’ve also had our eyes on you for a long time.” he moans into my ear, his deep voice sending me over the edge, giving my all to him.

*Our?*

He drops to his knees, hikes my skirt upwards, and plants warm kisses on my thighs. My legs open for him immediately, and he travels up my inner thighs to find my warm, wet pussy that has fantasized for this very moment over many countless nights.

“No panties?” he grins. “I wanted something to take with me, but this will have to do.”

Before I can explain myself, my entire body shudders in his wake. His lips find my clit with ease, and he wastes no time playing with my aching nub. I moan, and recline in the chair.

He places my thighs over his shoulder, with his tongue now making rhythmic, precise circles with my clit. My chest is heaving, the sensation feels too good for me to want it to ever stop. I’m helpless in this chair, my hips grinding against his tongue desperately.

*Was I about to cum already?*

I cannot remember ever being this wet, and he licks and swallows it all up. My brain felt completely in a haze, and him between my thighs was the only clarity I was ever going to get.

His fingers curl inside me, and I let out a cry. Barely careful enough to ensure the rest of the office didn’t hear it. I can’t stop myself from moaning as he delivers such thorough waves of pleasure through me.

“Uuunh!”

I could feel it building. My walls tighten around his fingers, and he could tell too. I was close. My back arches, and he holds my thighs tight. I’m helpless to anything else.

“Right there!”

Then, I came harder than I ever have in my life.

My grip on the chair keeps me from screaming his name. Everything in me felt such an intense tingle that it was nearly foreign. I am *buzzing*. It’s in the moment that I realize my chest is bigger than I realized and I can finally breathe again.

He rises to his feet, and licks his lips and fingers clean for me to see.

“Now that was better than morning coffee.” I turn and see Rachel with a smile on her face, then she opens the door, and walks out without another word, closing the door behind her.

“I agree with her.” he says.

My brain still feels fuzzy, but I manage to rearrange my skirt and tuck in my blouse to at least appear presentable. As the orgasm faded, it was replaced with pure shock at my display for him to enjoy and his wife to watch. My skirt had a wet spot, and needed to be changed, otherwise I’d be hypersensitive to it all day.

“That was… wow.” I couldn’t get any other words out. “I think I need to… change my clothes.”

He retakes his seat. “You do that. And I’ll see you tonight.” he begins typing at his computer once more with a smile. “Also, you can put a new outfit on the company card too.”

I gingerly rise to my feet, knowing full well I needed more time to recover from cumming so hard my back felt like it snapped.

“So when you said ‘our’, did you mean…?” I trail off, waiting for his explanation.

“I meant it.” he said. “Just now was my idea. Rachael suggested the dinner. We both wanted to know if you could fuck like we think you can.”

My knees buckle, and I drip down my legs once more at the thought of his cock inside me. Quickly, I turn and leave for the nearest bathroom, the episode of him between my thighs running through my mind with each second, trying to commit it all to memory.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k2akmq/see_me_cuckquean_office_oral_mf