(In a prior story I wrote about the good times I have had in the bedroom with my hairbrush. a simple hairbrush. This is a sort of follow-up story with some male companionship, my former boss and still lover.)
I had to think back of that first night with my hairbrush and subsequent affairs with a vibrator and, once, a large magic marker (okay, I am really a bad girl) recently when my married boyfriend, K. Linford Little, asked for a special birthday present. Lin is a demanding type, and we'd developed a wonderful relationship over the years.
Permanently married to a wonderful woman who was not me, the man who was my former boss has become an integral part of my life. We have shared numerous wonderful times together, usually involving something that a married guy isn't supposed to be doing with a younger girl who is not his wife.
The recipe for success was relatively simple: he'd demand a blow job, and I'd generally give him one. Normally in the car, but in assorted other locations like a baseball dugout, a canoe in the middle of a lake and at his office.
For his birthday, though, he wanted something else, something special just for him. As if blow jobs weren't for him? Well, I do enjoy too, so...
What was his special request? He wanted me to fuck myself with a banana while he watched. A big, bright yellow, almost ripe, cock-substitute banana.
"I saw photos of it once, Robyn, and it was so very hot. Just thinking of you doing it in front of me makes my cock jump," said my former boss, now my secret boyfriend. I guess that's what you call him, unless you were speaking with his wife. I don't think she'd appreciate her hubby getting his cock sucked by another woman.
Lin could be very insistent, and he generally got what he insisted on. Once I wore a skirt with no panties so that he could fondle my bare ass while I was sucking his dick. Another time he actually had me wear knee pads while sucking his cock, it was some kind of devious turn-on to have me on my knees in them.
There was the time I blew him while he was driving the car on Route 55 in Jersey, much to the surprise of a trucker who got to see some of the action (and offered an air horn salute). Another time he snuck me into a co-ed bathroom where I blew him. While we weren't observed in the act, the woman with the child who wanted to use that bathroom wasn't amused when the two of us left the facility after completing our actions.
Now he wanted me to fuck a banana.
For those of you who haven't read other installments of the "Doin the Boss" series which better explains my affair with Lin, you should know I don't have sex with him in years. It's an oral relationship, I love to blow him and he's immensely happy with that. But over the years we've varied our experiences.
I've given him tug jobs in the car, and have allowed him to screw my tits a few times. But the man loves blow jobs, so that's our deal nearly all the time. Still for his birthday I offered that I'd comply with his want, and prepared for the afternoon in question with a deliberated frenzy.
I trimmed my already trimmed bush into a little heart for him, wore the garter belt, stockings and chemise he had given me for Valentine's Day. And before I left my house played a little with my pussy to ensure I'd be wet and ready.
It is not as if I had never had a foreign, non-cock, object inside of me. I wrote a story about My Love Affair with My Hairbrush, so I knew how hot it was to do one's self with a stiff object. Actually, while I like the real thing, there is something sexy about a non-fresh object.
Lin's wife was at an all morning spa session, so when he called and told me the coast was clear I zipped over to his house, parking a block away to ensure prying eyes didn't suspect anything. Slipping into the house Lin assured me we had at least three to four hours, as he'd set it up that he'd meet and have lunch with his wife after her session.
We made out for a little bit --- he is such a good kisser even after thousands of kisses --- and then he guided me to the basement where the shades and drapes were closed. Only some bright track lights illuminated the room as I asked him his pleasure, reminding him that he wasn't going to attempt to have sex with me. That assured, he asked that I open up the recliner and do what needed to be done while he sat across from me ---- probably 4 feet or so away --- and watch. Three bananas of different sizes sat on the stand next to the seat.
You know, there probably isn't anything I wouldn't do if pressed by the man. He is so very special to me. So I decided to make his wish come true. First I flittered around the room, moving this, bending over that, making sure he always had a great view of my backside. I walked around his chair, asked if he was comfortable, and asked if he needed anything.
"Just you, Robyn, you are such a tease," said the man with a groan.
Smiling, I kissed his cheek, and then moved around the front of him. I patted his cock through his pants, and asked him to take good care of my 'big hard toy." Then I moved a few feet in front of him, did a little curtsy, and began my exhibition.
It was if I was on stage, something I hadn't been on since high school. I slowly stepped out of my corduroy skirt and pulled the scoop neck blouse over my head to reveal the sexy undies I had selected for my task. Not much of a strip, but I attempted to be deliberate enough for positive effect.
Lin sat in his chair like a sultan and waited for the main event to begin. I know he liked my outfit, because there was a huge bulge in his pants. He sort of groaned as I did my little sexy striptease.
