My Cuck
In the beginning I did not want to have someone other than my husband fucking me. I was no prude. I lost my virginity the day after my 18th birthday. In fact my mother caught us just as the boy shot his cum in me. I went on the pill the next week. In college I had a few men. I was not a slut. When I wanted sex I did not have far to turn. After college I started working for a company as an office manager. It was a midsize company. We were plumbing contractors.
I remember my mother telling me. The best things about her growing up. Super short mini dresses. No Bra. The pill. All three made the free sex movement exciting. I grew up wearing rather short skirts. My breast are not large so a bra could be missed sometimes. My legs are shapely. My mother was Japanese and American. My father was Hawaiian. I am 25 years old. I stand 5' 4". I weigh 117-120 pounds.
My breast are 34 B with large brown areolas with three fourths inch long one quarter inch wide nipples. My waist is 22 inches. My hips are 28 inches. My brown eyes have my mother's Japanese influence. My straight black hair is full and shining, hanging to my waist. My skin tone is all Hawaiian. My wide mouth has full lips. Over all I have been told I am gorgeous. I think I am just pretty.
Mr. Hall the owner of the company always had a hard time with my name. Kililwey LiLani Normoka. So he just called me K'Lani. I liked it so I started to use it. Mr. Hall was in his late 50's when I started to work for him. He started out as a helper when he was16. By the time he was 24 he had his contractors licenses. At 26 he opened the company.
The first day I started I brought him a hot cup of coffee. As I was placing it down on his desk. I missed. The coffee poured all over his pants. He naturally jumped up. When he did he knocked me down onto the couch. When I landed my skirt was past my waist showing my sheer panties. The buttons of my blouse had opened. Mr. Hall was standing. He opened his belt and pants to try to stop the hot coffee from burning him more. That is when I first saw Ray, his son. He walked in just as Mr. Hall opened his pants. Ray looked and said sorry dad and closed the door. I started to laugh Mr. Hall tried to say something as Ray shut the door.
He looked at the door then to me. I was still laughing. Mr. Hall said they will never believe us. I said. "well when they ask just say a gentleman never tells". They won't believe the truth anyway. He just started to laugh. I got up taking the blanket from the back of the couch. I had him wrap himself in the blanket. I took his pants and underwear to his bathroom to hanged them to dry. I found a fan, I set it so he air would dry his clothes faster. He sat at his desk wrapped in the blanket. I went back to my desk. For the next hour I told everyone he did not want to be disturbed. As I worked the others in the office would sneak glances at me. The next day Mr. Hall brought in a coffee maker for his office.
After the first week things became normal. My workload increased. Mr. Hall got a major contract for a 40 floor Highrise office building. He brought Ray in to the operation as field supervisor and foreman.
His son Ray started working at 15. Has worked his way up from helper to contractor. He also completed his MBA at 27. Ray is 6' 0" tall, 175 pounds. Blue eyes, brown hair. Good build. He worked for his father from 15 all the way through his MBA. Mr. Hall assigned me to work with Ray on the jobsite. It took me two days to get Ray to believe the truth about that first day.
I worked well with Ray. Most days I got to the jobsite at 5:30 in the morning worked thru lunch up till around 7 or 8 in the evening. After the first week Ray said I had to wear jeans and boots. Not skirts and heels. He said one it is better because the dust, dirt and cold temperatures on the jobsite. The other. He said with my looks and the short skirts the men watch me more than their work. He also teased that I had to keep away from the coffee pot.
We worked till 9 one night. We were both in jeans and boots. Ray said. "K'Lani I just realized it after 9. Time to go". I said, "Oh crap the last bus to my area left at 8". Ray said he give me ride home. As we drove he asked if I was hungry. I said a little. He pulled into a CW Bar. He asked if I like ribs. I said only if I can lick my fingers. He smiled. He walked around to help me out. As I turned to get out I noticed the nice bulge in his jeans. In the club the band was playing. As I listed to the music ray asked what I wanted to drink. I said I don't drink much but a beer will go with the ribs. We ordered the ribs for two, with fried zucchini, cornbread and slaw. He asked for a pitcher of Lone Star. The waitress said the ribs will be about half an hour. Ray said fine well dance some please bring the beer.
Ray pulled me to the floor. It was a twostep. Just as we hit the floor the music slowed down. He pulled me close. I found that the bulge was real as he held me close. We danced three songs. Then we drank a few beers. Then back to dancing. When we went back to the table I slid into my side. Ray slid in beside me. The dinner arrived. By this time I had finished two and a half beers on an empty stomach. I was feeling nice and cozy. As we ate his legs kept rubbing mine. I finished my beer and started another. I was licking the sauce from my fingers. When I looked over at Ray. He had his finger in his mouth sucking off the sauce. I thought what it would feel like if he was sucking me.