My Boss

A Text Exchange

"Are you still abandoned?"

"Certainly am... what can I do for you?"

"Do you want a latte?"

"Always, are you buying me one?"

"I thought I might yeah."

"Lol, ok. And are you bringing it here or is this a ruse to get me in to work?"

"I thought I'd bring it to you. I'm not going in; I need a break from there. But I also needed a break from my house, so I thought I'd see what you were doing seen as how you told me you were being abandoned for the day!"

"Ah, fair enough. Do you want a crumpet?"

"That's a very weird question."

"What's weird about crumpets?"

"They're not, you mean actual crumpets, I'd love one, be there in about 20 mins.

I haven't woken you have I?"

"No, I'm in bed still but I was awake."

"Ah that's ok then, I'd say to stay there but you can't make crumpets from up there can you?"

"Depends on the kind of crumpet".

"Right"

So, this is how it started, this was 10 minutes ago and I'm yet to actually move.

I made myself cum almost immediately after that little exchange and now I don't want to move. But the back door is locked and so I will have to. And I need to wash my hands in case I've gotten the complete wrong end of the stick and this isn't going where I think it is. I smell quite strongly of myself. While this is a smell that isn't unpleasant, if I've gotten this wrong, arousal will be the last thing he wants to detect in the air I'm sure.

Clean underwear too would be an idea and brush my teeth. So that's what I do.

Not two minutes after I'm done freshening up, so although I look like I've just gotten up, all freshly rolled out of bed, there was some work that went into this, I've unlocked the door and sit on the sofa opposite the door, does he burst through my garden gate.

I beckon him in, without moving from my seat.

"Latte"

He offers me the cup and I get up, thanking him.

I slink passed to get to the kitchen and pop the toaster.

"Grab a seat, I'll bring it in."

"How do you eat just one crumpet"

"They're big crumpets. lots of butter?"

"I'm intrigued, and yes."

I stifle a laugh and clear my throat instead.

I have no idea really why he's here, I'm so nervous my tongue is sticking to the top of my mouth and I can't think of anything clever to say back. Instead, I busy myself with buttering the large crumpet and bringing it in.

"Careful it's hot."

It's his turn to come back with a clever quip.

"Just how I like them, hot and dripping."

I leave that hanging in the air.

I take a long gulp of my latte, hoping to loosen my tongue.

"So, what brings you to the delights of Caulfield anyway, and what did I do to deserve a home delivered latte?"

"Honestly, I just needed to get out the house, didn't want to go to the office and I remembered you were alone today so I thought I'd pop in."

I notice he's eaten a big bite of his crumpet and has a drop of butter just falling down his chin. I'm torn what to do here but don't allow myself think about it and just get up, walk over and catch it with my thumb. I hesitate in bringing my hand away from his face. I'm staring at my thumb, so close to his mouth and he's stopped breathing. Slowly, he puts his plate down and reaches up for my hand. I think I've moved too fast, he's about to take my hand away and tell me that the reason he's popped in was to put a stop to this flirtation, that we need to be more professional and think of our partners.

But he doesn't. He takes my thumb and holds it while he opens his mouth, moves my thumb toward his tongue and licks from the base to the tip, then closes his lips around it, and starts to swirl his tongue around, before pulling out my thumb and licking his lips.

I can't speak now, but I'm hoping words won't be necessary for what will happen next.

I take my bravery into my own hands and climb on him, my knees either side of his thighs so I'm kneeling over him while he sits on the sofa.

I take his face into my hands and look into his eyes. I don't know what I'm searching for there.

Permission?

I look to his lips instead and get the answer I hoped for, his mouth parts just slightly and I take that as my "go ahead."

I'm wearing loose, thin jogging trousers and a sleeveless T-shirt with a soft sports bra underneath. My clothes therefore feel like a second skin and wherever his hands move I can feel them through the material. They start at my back, just sort of wrapped around but then they start exploring as I take my time with the kiss.

One hand moves up and the other down, the right hand going upwards gets to my neck and opens out to hold my neck in his huge hands from behind. This has the effect of making me feel like I'm in his control, a turn on like no other for me. He holds my neck steady and brings me closer to him.

The left-hand snakes its way down my spine and less just above the waistband of my low-slung bottoms, his little finger just grazing my butt-crack.

This kiss, this amazing kiss is all I ever hoped it would be and more. I've played this moment out in my head so often before and they do say that imagination is better than reality in these things (think about the 50 Shades film!) but this was next level. His tongue was so soft to touch but firm and definite in action, I couldn't get enough, and I somehow couldn't get him in my mouth enough. I felt a small moan escape and he pulled his face away, looking at me.

"Fuck" he growled.

"I'm sorry, I just. Fuck, I'm sorry"

I made a move to get up, slightly ashamed, slightly confused but mostly horny and frustrated.

"I wasn't saying it for that, it was more a 'fuck, I needed that' moment. Don't get up. I just needed to look at you for a second."

"Oh, ok. That's good. I'm very much enjoying myself here and was kind of hoping you were too. To be honest though, I'm not overly comfortable, can we move upstairs?"

I get off his lap and hold out my hand for him, which he takes and stands up. From this point on neither of us speak. I lead him upstairs and into the spare room. He sits on the edge of the bed and I once again kneel over him, legs either side but this time I push him back into the bed. I trace my fingernails up and down his torso over his T-shirt once or twice then go to the hem and start lifting, he helps by sitting up just briefly to get it over the top of his head.

I once again trail up and down but this time I can feel the goose bumps starting to raise and I spot his nipples hardening. This is something I cannot resist so I lean in and trail my tongue around his nipples, breathing on them. His breath starts becoming more audible, so I take that as encouragement and take the left nipple between my teeth, barely touching at first but pushed on by the sound coming from his throat I bite down a little harder.

His hands are just placed on my back at this point, but he starts to move them down to the hem of my own shirt and starts to pull it up.

I sit up and take it off for him. I want nothing more than to lie skin on skin with this man. I have ached for this for so long, it had started to become painful and now here he was, under me physically and under my control - for now.

I take off my sports bra and my breasts, though not great in size immediately get grasped by some large, strong hands.

He kneads them together, pushing toward each other while his thumb and forefinger on either hand graze my nipples

"Umm. I'm sorry but they don't come out, I have inverted nipples and they don't come out I'm sorry."

"Does it feel good though?"

It does, I admit to him there that although they don't show it, my nipples and breasts love to be played with and fondled, sending shockwaves right to my core. I'm getting wetter by the second and this is certainly going a long way to help.

But I can't stay away from his mouth any longer.

Of all the time I've been lusting over this man, that's the main thing I've fixated on. His mouth. Every time he speaks, I stare at his mouth. If I hear him laugh, I think about his lips. As soon as I see him my gaze is drawn to the bottom half of his face and I think about what his mouth feels like, what his lips feel like and what his tongue feels like.

It's my Achilles heel in the office and all concentration goes out of the window when he speaks to me.

I can't stay away from it for much longer so I bend back down, lying on top of him, my skin touching his skin and find his mouth with mine. I am so turned on right now, I can't think about being sassy or sexy or clever with what I'm doing here, I just go on instinct and stop trying.

Everything that happens next is just raw and driven by need.

I start grinding my groin into his, I can feel his cock through the clothes. We're both topless but bottoms are still in place. His cock isn't huge, by no means small, but it is thick and I can feel so much through my thin joggers. I've managed to position myself so the bulge of his jeans is rubbing my clit and I can feel the coarseness of the material. I start to get carried away with how that feels though so I somehow bring myself back a little and break away from the kiss. I've got to get that cock in my mouth. There isn't a single part of this man I don't want in my mouth but right now that's the part of him I need.

I fumble slightly with his belt and fly, he lifts his butt slightly off the mattress so I can pull the jeans down, he's not wearing boxers, and his cock springs free.

I can't wait to take his jeans all the way off and I leave them at knee height, too eager to fill my mouth with him to mess about.

Like I said, there is absolutely no finesse to this encounter at all and I hungrily open my mouth wide and get him all in straight away. I can feel him at the very back of my throat, my eyes start to water and I swallow hard a few times, my throat constricting around the head of him.

I come up slightly, take a breath and go back down, swallowing hard again.

Then I brace myself on my hands and start sucking and moving my head up and down, slowly at first but encouraged by the rasping breath and slight moans I start to move more quickly. As I go up and down my tongue circles around his cock. His right hand finds its way to the back of my head and tangling itself in my hair and making a fist, starts to control the rhythm and speed of my movements. This is what I love about this man. He takes control of what he wants with no fucks given. Right now he's commanding me without words to fuck him with my mouth. He starts grunting and bucking and the precum I can taste tells me he's about ready to cum, but he stops me immediately and lifts my head. I'm dribbling and my eyes are watering.

"You're a fucking angel but I don't want to cum yet. Stand up, take off your bottoms and let me look at you."

I do as he says and stand in front of him in my underwear,

"No, I meant all of it."

I don't even have it in me to be embarrassed by my nakedness, I have no "coy" left in me and I am totally in the moment.

He sits closer to the edge of the bed. His jeans are still by his knees, so he takes them off.

"Come here" he beckons me closer to him and he grabs onto my hips with both hands. He pulls me in, and his mouth connects with by belly button. He's licking and teasing my torso from my belly button down, hands tightly gripped on my hips (there'll be finger bruises there tomorrow).

He takes a deep breath, inhaling my scent, he stands up and turns us around, pushes me back onto the bed and moves me up so I'm lying down.

He roughly forces my legs apart, bending my knees so I spread wider. He pushes down on my knees, forcing them wider again.

And just looks. For what seems like forever, he looks at me, staring at my pussy which I know is soaking and the inside of my thighs are slick with my juices.

A low grunt, barely audible lights my insides anew and my heart rate goes up a notch.

I know what's coming and that mouth I have been so obsessed with is about to become the center of my world.

Teeth are the first thing I feel, just on the inside of my right thigh, at that really soft spot at the top.

Then his tongue, just licks, long strokes, starting on my thigh and ending so close to my pussy, but not quite there.

Every stroke he takes, alternating between my left and right thigh is a delicious torture. I can hear him inhaling my scent every now and again too and he sighs, bordering on a groan as he does. I can feel the wetness making its way, dripping down my ass crack now and I can't help but start to slightly grind myself into his face, my hips rocking back and forth, into the mattress then tilting upwards...

He still takes his time, but he moves closer to my pussy and one of those long, slow licks suddenly goes from my ass crack right up my slit, hardly going in just following the streak of wetness.

"You taste amazing."

I can't speak but try to reply with a breathy sigh, and with that he goes in, his tongue probes my pussy right inside. He's almost French kissing my cunt and it is driving me crazy, the breathy sighs become audible moans and I can't help but say his name over and over. My hips are rotating now with him and we settle into a rhythm. His hands are on my hips, gripping tight, definitely bruises tomorrow but I don't care. Every feeling I have at the moment is pure pleasure and I am being driven closer to the edge with every movement.

He replaces his tongue with first one, then two fingers, fucking me, and twisting as he does then his tongue lands on my clit, he moves it quickly, feathery almost across it, slowly getting firmer but never slowing down. A familiar but much more intense feeling starts to grow in my stomach.

"I'm guna cum, you need to stop, I'm guna cum in your mouth."

"That's exactly where I need you to cum, I've wanted to taste you for so fucking long and I want to taste all of you."

He never stops fingering me and goes back to my clit, carrying on with the increasing pressure as before. I'm losing my mind and what I think are words of encouragement and pleasure really are just incoherent sounds. A tight grip starts to apply pressure around my insides, the overwhelming desire to thrust forward and get as much in me and on me as possible, and I can't hold on any longer.

I've never before felt such overwhelming and utter abandon, my body writhes and jerks beneath him but his grip with just one arm is so strong, he pins me onto the bed and his face and mouth keep up with my movement, he laps every drop of me throughout and keeps licking and kissing afterwards.

I feel spent, I am exhausted and I can't see straight. My head is spinning but without notice he stand up, tells me to face the mirror, on all fours.

He gets behind me and uses his knee to spread my legs and mounts me from behind. He pulls my hair back so my head is up and I can see everything in the mirror.

That first thrust into me is like a heaven I never knew I was missing. I'm thoroughly soaked because of my orgasm but I can still feel everything, there's a lot of girth to give way to and it's that slightly painful satisfaction that fills me and takes my breath away that I've been craving all this time.

He starts slowly but before long this becomes a frenzied fuck, hard and fast. An inconsiderate hammering and I love each and every slam that comes my way. My eyes water and my neck hurts, my hair is still being pulled and my head is being tugged backwards but even that pain being inflicted by him is divine.

He's talking to me but I don't make out a lot.

Tight pussy, cunt, amazing, fuck are the words I understand but I don't know in what order they came.

I can feel him moving up a notch and his breath becomes more labored; the words aren't words anymore and his grip on my hip with his left hand and my hair with his right get tighter and stronger (more battle scars) and with a final "fuck!" and long deep thrust he cums in me. I can feel his cock pulsate against my pussy walls and slowly start to relax inside me. But he doesn't move to come out. Instead, he pushes on my hips to lie down and moves with me so, although barely by this point, he's still in me but lying face down on top of me, trying to catch his breath.

My head is face down in the mattress and I can't think straight. This beautiful man has just given me the fuck of my life. Without me knowing what that even meant for me. He read my body like a book and did everything right.

He rolls off me, lying next to me on his back staring at the ceiling.

I don't know what's going to happen next. Will he tell me that he's full of regret, that this should never have happened and won't happen again?

Will he say anything at all.

I move to get up, but he grabs my arm and pulls me on top of him so I'm lying facing him, and he takes my head in his hands and kisses me long and hard. It's an unbreakable kiss and we stay like this until his phone rings.

It's a customer and he has to go.

He dresses in silence but watches me lying naked on the bed the whole while.

Just has he's about to leave he pulls me up, so I'm standing, stares right into my eyes, and tells me he's been obsessed with me for so long and now he wants and needs more.

He leaves with a parting kiss, and says he'll talk to me later.

I've never felt so satisfied but like him. I need more.