Have you ever met someone and your first thought upon seeing them was *I would eat the fuck outta yo pussy*. Well I have! My name is Jason, and this is my story about how I became her personal pussy eater.....
Her name was Sharon. She was 45 years old with caramel brown skin, a nice firm ass and a set of double d titties on her chest. She was as fine as wine as the old saying goes and she was also... my boss. It had been a little over a year since I started working for my current job and for most of my time here I stayed bricked up by just the thoughts of me tasting her pussy. Well one day a chance presented itself to me and I had to shoot my shot.
It was a normal Tuesday morning, and while working on one of my daily task I was assigned I noticed an issue. Deciding I needed some help I walked down to her office and knocked on her door. The sounds of shuffling and rummaging had me a little taken aback but eventually I heard her.
"Come in." She said her voice slightly higher pitched then normal.
Pushing open the door I walked in towards her desk. As I got closer I couldn't help but to notice a faint musky scent in the air. It sent chills down my spine causing my dick to become slightly erect but I ignored that feeling, trying my best to stay professional.
"Oh, Jason what can I....help you with." She said stuttering out her words. Her face was flushed with suppressed excitement, while her legs were fidgeting.
"Hey boss I was going over this account and noticed an issue. Would you mind taking a look at it with me?" I asked as I studied her body.
"Ssssure sure... let me.... Take a look at it." She said as she put on her glasses to read her computer screen.
As I looked at her I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked with her glasses on. The way they fit her face caused her mahogany brown eyes to stand out even more. My gaze dropped down to her luscious lips where normally I would think about kissing them but today I took notice of something else. They were slightly open and her breathing was off. Any other time it would be steady but today it was quick and shallow, and she kept biting her lower lip like she was holding something back.
"Ok I see the problem.... Mhmmmm" she said clearing her throat. "Look here they add in the wrong..... amount for this part.... Which is why the numbers are off.... Oh fuck." She moaned out.
I was stunned a bit by her vocab to say the least. In my time here I had never heard her curse.
"Are you ok boss? You don't look so well!?" I said placing my hand on her shoulder. She grabbed it and squeezed tightly.
"I'm fiiiiine.... Fuck.... Just not...mmmmm.... Feeling well." She stumbled out through ragged exhales.
"Ok I'll go get you some water."
As I turned around I heard a soft thud sound hit the floor followed by something vibrating my foot. As Sharon noticed what happened she tried to reach down and grab it but wasn't quick enough as my hands reached it first. My eyes widen as stared at the oval shaped metallic object in my hand. It was a vibrator, a freshly used vibrator based off the slick fluid that coated it and the smell of pussy coming off of it. My eyes shot up to meet Sharon but her head was down with embarrassment. She reach up and snatched the toy from my hand and swiftly put it in her purse.
"Uhhhh Sharon was that...."
"Shut up Jason." She said cutting off my words "Just do me a favor and never speak about this again. Ok!" Her tone was serious but she still wasn't meeting my eye contact.
"Look Sharon it's ok. There nothing to be embarrassed about we all have... needs." I said trying to make light of the situation.
"You don't need to concern yourself with my needs. Now I helped you with your problem so can you go?" She demanded.
"Alright!" I said defensively as I walked towards her door. About half way there I stopped. A normal person would just leave and try to pretend that this didn't happen but I couldn't. I turned to her and finally met her gaze before asking the question that was bothering me.
"Why?"
"Excuse me?" She responded.
"Why!" I repeated. "Why here at work. Why not just wait til you get home."
"Jason this is not an appropriate question to ask.... Especially to a superior." She said.
"Well neither is masturbating in your office yet here we are." I answered back with a smirk on my face.
She looked at me with a puzzled look before finally blowing out a breath of air and speaking.
"Well it's like you said. We all have needs and it's been a while since mines were met." She stated her tone still serious. "Now does that answer your question?"
"Sort of but I'm still curious as to why now?"
"Ughhh." She let out slightly frustrated. "Because I'm a 45 year old woman who hasn't had any intimacy since my husband left me 5 years ago. I went out with a guy last night thinking maybe just maybe I would get some type of relief but instead he came prematurely just from me stroking him. I went to go wash my hands thinking when I get back we would finally get down to business only to find him, sleep. I couldn't leave because of how late it was and didn't have time to get myself off this morning as I would've been late. I figured I would be able to get some alone time in my office but you showed up midway stopping me. Happy now!" She said clearly annoyed by my questions.
I looked at her as I pondered the story she just told me. I felt kind of bad for interrupting her, when all she wanted was to just get her nut off.
"Look Sharon I'm sorry about that I didn't mean to... well.... you know." I said trying to sound empathetic.
"It's fine. To be honest i shouldn't be doing this type of thing here anyway." She said with sadness in her voice.
"Look can I ask you another inappropriate question?"
"Sure ask away." She responded rolling her eyes.
