Do you want cream with that, Mr. Brown?
I've fancied my boss for ages now. I've often fantasized what it would be like to have him make love to me, to suck on his hard cock and feel him thrusting deep inside me. I've spent many a night in my apartment lying in my bed with my fingers caressing my pussy and stroking my clit, imagining the sensations of having his tongue probing the wet folds of my pussy. I've pushed my vibrator deep inside me imagining it was his hard cock parting my pussy lips and thrusting in and out of my hot wetness.
My name is Jenny and I have been Personal Assistant to Mr. Peter Brown for two years now. Pete is CEO to a large international firm and as his Personal Assistant I spend a lot of time working closely with him. Pete is about 40 and single, although I'm sure that he has lots of clandestine meetings with women. I've taken notes at meetings where it's obvious that female business partners have been simply drooling over him. Pete dresses well and looks after himself. He works out twice a week so has a trim but muscular body. He is confident, self assured and assertive in nature; I suppose this is why he is in a position of power and authority as CEO to a large firm. Pete seems to have natural charisma and his piercing blue eyes seem to melt the hearts of all women he comes into contact with. I had not been working for Pete very long when he made it perfectly clear that he was not interested in a physical relationship with me. He stated that he kept all work relationships on a professional basis for the good of the company. At least Pete was blunt enough to outline the situation so that I knew exactly where I stood, and thus I only admire him discreetly from afar.
I am aged 32 and am still single. I have always worked in a secretarial role since I left college. Pete was the first boss that I had worked as a PA for. I enjoy the closeness of our working relationship on a professional level and I am exceedingly good at my job, a fact that I'm sure Pete appreciates. I am quite trim and petite in build and fit a size 8 dress size. I have been very lucky that I never have any trouble with my weight even if I don't watch what type of food that I eat. My job pays well so I make sure that when I am at work I dress well and I always pay attention to my manicure, hair and makeup. I have mousy brown hair, which is curled in to the nape of my neck and have matching large brown eyes. I am fairly happy in life, with my well-paid job and nice apartment apart from one thing. That is I want to let Pete Brown into my moist knickers. I want to be made love to by him. I want him to worship my naked body. I want my fantasies fulfilled by him. In fact I think that I am in love with him. I have had a couple of brief flings during the last two years I have worked for Peter but they have always quickly fizzled out, mostly I think because I always feel that I am saving myself for him.
Recently an event happened at work that started me thinking as to how I could charm Pete into having a relationship with me, even though he clearly stated that he never mixes business and pleasure.
Pete had to go overseas for a weekend business trip at quite short notice. I spent some hours typing up his notes and documents regarding a business takeover that had come up very suddenly. I made all his arrangements and booked his flights and a decent hotel for him. Pete got a taxi from the office to the airport as he was on a very tight schedule. About half an hour after he had left Pete telephoned me and was quite distressed that he had left his briefcase containing his laptop computer in his office. I'm not sure whether he was distressed regarding the important work he had left behind, or whether it was the fact that he had made a mistake by leaving his briefcase, which was so very out of character for this well organized man. As there was no time to come back and get his briefcase as Peter would miss his flight he asked me to open it, find the relevant information I had prepared and fax it ahead to his hotel so that he would have it for his business meeting later that day. I did as requested and forwarded the important documents. I was now left with his briefcase and laptop computer. For safeties sake I decided to take them home with me that night, rather than leave them in the office. It was this event that led to my plan of how to get Peter to make love to me.
When I got home I placed Peter's briefcase on the floor in my lounge and never gave it a second thought whilst I went and had a shower and cleaned myself up after my hard days work. It was only after I had showered and eaten and was relaxing watching TV that my thoughts began to wander to Pete's briefcase. There was nothing much on TV and I was bored. It was not time to retire to bed yet and I didn't fancy watching a video. It seemed that I spent enough evenings watching 'chick-flick' videos on my own. My thoughts kept coming back to the brief case. I had already opened it earlier to get the documents out and I wondered what else it might hold. At the same time I thought that it was none of my business, as it was Pete's private stuff. Eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I curled up on my settee, made myself comfortable and opened the briefcase.
Firstly I thought I would look at Pete's laptop. I thought I may be able to glean some information that would help me in my job, and also if I had some basis business knowledge regarding his deals it would impress Pete. I switched it on and started looking at the files. Most folders were very boring, such as takeover files, profit statistic files and information on other rival companies. I had not really learnt anything and was about to switch the computer off and put it away when I found a hidden folder called 'cream pies unlimited'. I was intrigued by the strange title and opened it! The folder seemed to be divided into sub folders, and the first that I opened was called 'images'. When I opened it I found to my amazement that it was full of pictures of women of all ages, colors, shapes and sizes with sperm dribbling out from their pussies. I looked at scores of pictures, all of the same thing: freshly fucked pussies dribbling out their lover's sperm. I started to feel myself getting a little wet between my legs and gently stroked a finger over my own pussy through my panties. I opened up another folder called 'stories'. In this folder were a few downloaded stories all with 'cream pie' in the title. I noticed that an author called 'DiggerDave' from Literotica had written many of them. I started reading one as was gripped by descriptions of men fucking women then eating their own sperm out from the juicy pussy. I even read another where a man sucked another mans juice out from his wife's' used pussy. As I read I was getting even more turned on and had to slip a finger under the lace of my panties to probe my already sopping pussy. As I slipped a finger inside me I opened the final folder that was called 'creamy pie films'. This folder seemed to contain amateur films, which had clearly been down- loaded form the Internet. I watched one and was amazed to see in great close up detail a man licking away at a smooth hairless pussy where the woman was squeezing out great rivulets of fresh sticky sperm. He was gathering up the sperm from her pussy with his tongue and taking great pleasure in swallowing it all down. This film aroused me even more and as I played with myself my own sticky wetness was covering my fingers. I used my other hand to rub my clit as I still thrust two fingers roughly in and out of my wet pussy. It did not take me long to come and cover my hand in my own sticky mess.
I turned the computer off and reflected on what I had seen. I was amazed at the images and stories and couldn't believe that people got off on such things. It had certainly been a strange learning experience for me, yet at the same time my pussy was still tingling from the orgasm I had given it whilst watching the cream pie film.
I looked in Pete's briefcase to see if I could find anything else of interest. I was looking through some documents and receipts when I found many invoices for an expensive local escort agency. It appeared that Pete occasionally used the services of a professional expensive agency that supplied girls to accompany single men to corporate events. It did not take me much to deduce from the evidence that I had seen that my boss had a fetish for cream pies and paid expensive whores to fulfill his fantasy from time to time.
Lying in bed that evening after discovering Pete's fetish for cream pies I started to make my plans as to how I could get Pete to notice me in more than a professional, manner, and make love to me. Why use the services of a stranger from an escort agency to fulfill his fetish fantasies when I would do it willingly for free?
A week later when Pete had returned from his business trip, which considering he only had limited information and documents had gone very well, I decided I would put my plan into operation. I had thought about it and eventually decided that I had nothing to lose. If all went well I would end up fucking Pete. If it didn't go well I would possibly lose my job, but at least I could say that I had tried to get him inside my knickers.
