So, this story happened just over a year ago when I was relatively new and junior at my company. A team of 40 of us had been working on a massive project for the last few months and we had an upcoming Penthouse party to celebrate the halfway point.
Anyways, there had always been plenty of natural banter between my manager and I. He was intelligent, dominant and known as the well-like funny Boss. Oh, what a deadly combo. What started as brief chats in the kitchen between us quickly became one on one “mentoring meetings” between the most senior and the most junior. Still, it was somewhat professional, but occasionally subtly deliciously flirtatious.
Over time, we got closer and more daring in our seductions. His stares became slightly too lingering, his hands took every chance to ‘accidentally’ brush against my body and the questions about my personal life became more invasive. He was quick and good at hiding it, but I often caught him starting at my E-sized tits, or watch me as I walked across the room. God, I loved the way that those eyes would graze across my body. And the attention was requited. During entire team meetings, when he was presenting in front of the room, I caught myself fantasising about what he tasted like…how he liked his cock sucked…how long he’d let me ride him before he begged to creampie in me..how loud his moans were. And I am sure that he often knew what I was thinking. If his eyes would match mine mid-presentation, he would more often than not lose his train of thought and trip over his words slightly. I loved that power over him. I can feel myself getting slightly wet now, as I sit here and type out this story.
I loved driving him wild. I made a point of divulging dirty details about the male flavour of the week over lunch with the group. It was so hot watching him struggle between keeping that professionalism and giving in to his curiosity by asking more intrusive questions. It was a pretty casual office vibe, but I found myself dressing up just for him – low cut tops and short skirts, paired with heels. On occasion I wouldn’t wear a bra, letting the office aircon harden my nipples and making sure that he noticed. Whenever I sat next to him, it would be slightly too close, so that he could breathe in my scent. He complimented me every day.
So, by the day that the party rolled around, I think we both knew what would going to happen that night. I played it coy that evening; networking and mingling with other colleagues. Indulging in white lines and Dom Perignon. He was following my lead and waiting for me to make a move, yet despite his conversations with other people, I always felt his dark eyes on me. It was past midnight by this point, the party was still going off. I remember him sitting down on the couch engrossed in conversation but I needed his attention. I was fixated on his bulge, which was bursting through his suit pants. I was already wet for him and wanted to touch myself at the scene. He saw my lust and gently grazed a hand coyly over his cock. Such a tease.
He met me in the bathroom. It was all gold and marble and a translucent glass door which left little to the imagination. Without saying anything, he turned me around, bent me over the marble sink and thrust inside of me. The bathroom door wasn’t even locked. No condom. He took me so abrasively and unexpectedly that it knocked the wind out of me slightly. He exhaled in relief at entering me. I wasn’t wearing panties, and so he was delighted that I was dripping and ready for him. I hadn’t even seen what his cock looked like, but fuck I could feel it stretching my tight pussy. “Widening you for Daddy”, he whispered into my ear. He was grunting and pounding me so hard, forcing his cock into me deeper and deeper with every pump. My clit was pushing into the cold marble sink but fuck it felt good and I need to cum for him, tight around his cock. I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks and so I could feel every ridge and vein of his hard cock massaging my pussy. It hurt but I wanted to give him my holes. In a desperate attempt to change the dynamic, I forced his mouth on my tits and giggled watching him try to fit my boobs in his mouth. “Goddamn” he whispered. Fuck his tongue felt so good flicking over my nipples and his eyes scored into mine that sent shivers up my spine. I took to my knees and finally got to see what he looked like. He was cut, girthy and taut with hardness. His cock was glistening with my juice and I slurped it up, enjoying the taste of myself as I slobbered all over his cock. He liked the gagging noise I made as I tried to take him down my throat. He begged me to make him cum.
I wanted to milk the cum out of him, and walk around for the rest of the night letting his seed slowly drip out of me, but instead of being his obedient slut I resisted and zipped up his pants. He followed me around for the remainder of the entire night. I sat on his lap and grinded against him as he played at the Penthouse poker table, feeling his hard cock press against my ass. I let him slip a few fingers inside of me as we kissed in front of whatever remaining colleagues were left. I didn’t care by this point.
We continued this ‘secret’ dynamic for the remaining few months of the project – in meeting rooms, office fire stairwells, more bathrooms…more stories for another time perhaps.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ngl9l8/i_fucked_my_boss_in_the_bathroom_at_a_work
So at some point you finally made him cum, right?