My name is Constance and I am a slut. A good for nothing, cheating husband humping, loose morals slut.
At least that is what some of the story feedback came to me after I wrote my first story, "Doin' The Boss", a while back. It took forever to chronicle my relationship with my former boss, but in the end I thought the story was a decent summary of a lot of what went on between us over a couple of years of working together.
Yes, I seduced him while knowing he was married. Yes, I pleasured him orally countless times in his shiny red automobile. And yes, I even blew him while he was speaking with his wife on his cell phone. There were lots of other occasions, like the time I was an emergency babysitter for my boss and his wife Mary, and that's a real dozy of a story. Ok, ok, for those of you who demand to have me admit it, I am a slut.
But to the rest of you who wrote very nice, understanding feedback, thank you! It is always great to receive decent feedback, and knowing you liked my story, or could relate to part of it, or were turned on my it, makes the time spent writing it worthwhile. In any event, it wasn't my intent of following up with another story on the relationship I had with my former boss, Mr. Little, but given some of the requests for more details and given the fact that I enjoyed writing it, why not?
For those of you who missed "Doin' The Boss" you might want to read it (feedback appreciated) before reading the following, but whether you do or not, enjoy!
As I write this I'm sitting in a comfy beanbag chair in my living room, thinking about my former boss, Mr. K. Lawrence Little. Why not? He is quite a man, just a tad over 6 feet tall with a body shaped pretty well on the strength of three visits a week to a local health club. As Vice President of a bank's credit processing area, he was my first real boss. He helped me through some difficult times, became friends, and we did ultimately share a satisfying sexual relationship while I worked for him as an administrative assistant. For a bit two years he was a major part of my life.
I was 20, fresh out of secretarial school and very impressionable when I secured that first job. Mr. Little was a steadying force in my life. While everything else could be in shambles my boss was a rock. He could always be counted on to guide me through the multitude of challenges one faces in her first real job. He was a great sounding board, a strong mentor, and a person who I could speak freely with about my professional...and after a while, personal...life.
Yes, it may have been morally wrong when I seduced him in his office late one afternoon, but it happened. I knew he was married, I knew it was wrong, but at the time it seemed so very wonderfully right. It was a sexual thing at first, growing into more over time. Getting him to give into my charms was exciting for me, a girl nearly 20 years his junior.
Thinking back to that first time, I'd have to say the think I remember most wasn't the toe-curling oral pleasure we gave each other. No, what is etched in my memory was the almost trancelike look Mr. Little had when he looked up my pleated wool skirt. I swear he was hypnotized! It was as if I had writing on my panties and he was attempting to read it.
That was one of many great times we had a sexual escapade in his office. Mr. Little knew it was wrong to be with me, his own administrative assistant. He knew it was doubly wrong because he was married. But once it happened he realized being in for a penny definitely made him in for a pound. After a while he halted having sex with me in his office, afraid that we'd be caught and it might cost him his position, but that didn't mean we slowed our relationship.
The man had a nearly insatiable desire for oral sex. Never in our relationship did we have intercourse, as he at first said he didn't want to "fully cheat" on his wife, and later he said he wanted to wait for sex until we were married. How gentlemanly, but I think he just liked to have his dick blown.
And blow him I did. Most of the time it was in his car, but every so often I'd suck him off after walking hand-in-hand at a local park, or in the stairwell of a mall parking lot and once in a baseball dugout at a local field. There was the hand job on the Metroliner on the way to New York on a one-day business trip, and the blowjob in the 30th Street Station parking lot after the train trip home. And of course, that babysitting assignment.
Don't get me wrong, I never complained a bit about our nearly one-way relationship. I loved sucking Mr. Little's cock, I loved the power I had over him, and how he was putty in my hands. Doing it in partially public places was an extra turn on, as the threat of being caught in the act was ever so hot. I really got off on doing it, and his infrequent reciprocal visits between my legs were icing on the cake.
Once, after my boss said he hadn't had sex with neither his wife nor me for more than a week, he literally begged me for a blowjob. Flowers were on my desk when I arrived in the office, and I thanked him in his office with an ear-to-ear smile. The fact that I had entered the office after lifting my skirt to halfway up my thighs couldn't have hurt!
For the record, there was no reason we hadn't had sex over that particular week. It was just that I had several things to get to after work, was overly busy at work, and given his desire not to do any of the nasty stuff in his office just made our getting together out of the question.
Mr. Little asked --- no begged --- that we get together after work, and I nodded and told him I'd think about it, knowing all the time it was a sure thing. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him, but I wanted to keep him guessing.
At 4:45 I stuck my head into Mr. Little's office and asked if he minded if I knock off 15 minutes early. The look on his face was priceless, as he thought it meant we couldn't meet. But it soon brightened as I said I had to go to the mall. That was one of our secret meeting places, way back on the bottom floor in a parking spot guarded on one side by a wall. I left the spot open between my car and the wall, and Mr. Little would park there as his car was a bit bigger and offer more room to our lip wrestling.
I drove over and freshened my makeup while waiting for my boss, and he didn't disappoint me. He arrived just minutes behind me --- I knew he'd have to leave in short order to be home and at the dinner table by six --- and he gestured me over to his car.
Sliding into the front seat, I made no effort to slide down my skirt. I sat there, smiling at him, while he gazed at the whiteness above the tops of my black stockings.
"Oh Constance, you are a wicked dream, you are so enticing," commented my boss. "You make me so horny for you."
