Matt has the looks to die for. He also has an attitude that compells you to help him die.
When I interviewed Matt for a Network Support position, I was impressed with his technical knowledge. I was also impressed by his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and the tightest little ass I've ever seen on a man. His blonde, almost red hair was cut short. Forget beer belly, unless you're referring to the six-pack abs that I was sure had to be under his shirt. It made me wonder if he was equally well built behind his zipper.
The first week Matt worked for me, he was the perfect gentleman. I easily fell head over heals in raw lust with the man. The second week, he started paying me complements. At first I was flattered. Not that I would cheat on my husband. But a woman can fantasize, can't she? A month later, when he told me that my dress would look better on the floor next to 'our' bed, I was beginning to get leery.
I didn't need to wonder if he was well built behind his zipper. He informed me that I would just love having his giant manhood plunged into my hungry pussy. Three months after I hired him, my pussy wasn't hungry for any part of him.
It wasn't just me that Matt flirted with. Once when he came into the cafeteria, he didn't see me. (Otherwise he would have sat with me.) He asked Joan if she would like to have him for lunch, then sat down at her table. I could hear him go on and on about how great he was and that the next day she should go to a motel with him for lunch. The next day, Joan made a point to sit with me.
Finally, this god's gift to women couldn't get any worse. But that's only because he was at the bottom of the barrel as it was. My name was no longer 'Jenny'. It was 'Boss Lady' if there were other people around and 'Sexpot' if there weren't. He continued to flirt with almost any woman that was around, but he definitely saved his worse for me. Including the time in his first personnel review that he offered have sex with me, if would I give him a raise bigger than the one in his pants.
In his defense, I suppose I didn't handle things very well in the beginning. The first time he brushed me on the ass, I didn't say anything. Maybe it was accidental. Once when we were working on a file server, I was concentrating on getting a very small screw in. I didn't say anything when his hand rested on my ass. It was hard concentrating on screwing with a screwdriver when I kept thinking of screwing Matt. At the time, I was still thinking about how comfortable it would be to cuddle up in his arms.
But suffice it to say, Matt is a jerk. A very good-looking jerk, but he's still a jerk.
Eventually, I told him that if he didn't keep his thoughts out of my panties, he could think about my panties all he wanted in the unemployment line. It was a year later during another personnel review and I also mentioned that he would have gotten a better raise if it hadn't been for his actions towards me. He backed off a lot after that, even though he still slips and lets it be known that I would thoroughly enjoy being his sex slave. There was a time that I had dreamt up a completely different solution.
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Matt had gotten a DWI and had his license suspended. I had been there, done that myself, so I could understand his problem. A friend of his was able to give him an early ride into work. I ended up giving him a ride home to his apartment. Every night, it was the same old thing when we got there.
"Would you like to come up for coffee, or a beer, or sex?" Matt would ask me.
To which I would reply, "No, no, and no. I'm married, remember?" I realize now that all that told him was that I wouldn't because I was married, but really did want to fuck him. It was false, but only because of his attitude.
Then one day, according to the fantasy, I was giving him a ride and said, "Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong?" Matt asked me.
"I forgot to give you the spreadsheet for the budget. I meant to give them to you this morning, but with all the brush fires to put out, I forgot. I need your input on what servers we should upgrade the next fiscal year. I have to have the rough figures turned into Mrs. Cranstand tomorrow."
"We can go back, get it, and I'll work on it at home," Matt told me. One of the reasons I couldn't just fire Matt outright was his devotion to his job, his ability to fix almost any problem. As his manager, he made me look good.
"No..." I paused. We were already three quarters of the way to his apartment and I didn't feel like fighting traffic back to the office then back to his apartment. "I tell you what. You can finally give me that beer you keep asking about. I have the spreadsheet on my laptop. I'll just copy it to diskette when we get to your apartment."
"Good, I don't drink coffee anyway. But you're still welcome to have sex with me, Sexpot." Matt smiled at me. I wasn't sure if he was happy I was actually going to be in his apartment or if he actually thought I would have sex with him.
"Fat chance, Pervert."
"Okay, how about a blowjob? Can I at least get a blowjob from those beautiful lips?"
I let out an exasperated sigh. "After I leave, you can whip it out and pretend anything you want, Jackoff." I looked to the right, checking traffic at an intersection. Glancing down, Matt had started to tent the front of his slacks. He was definitely thinking of slipping his cock between my lips, either pair.
We spent the next fifteen minutes of the commute in silence. Finally, we reached our destination. Matt's apartment complex had a number of town houses, large apartments, and studio apartments. Matt lived in one of the studio apartments in the back of the complex. I parked the SUV near his apartment and grabbed my purse and laptop case. Matt, being a gentleman again, offered to carry the laptop. He led me up an outdoor staircase to the patio of his apartment. Unlocking the door, he let me in.
A bachelor with a decent paying job, Matt's apartment was sparsely furnished with the best furniture. The living room had a large screen TV that was almost too big for the room, two recliners with real leather, a sound system with more components than I would ever be able to figure out. Another desk as neat as his desk at work had his home PC on it. The carpet was white and thick piled. The only sign of bachelor life was the empty pizza box and single can of beer on the small table between the recliners. Otherwise, Matt's apartment was as neat as he kept his desk.
"You can setup your laptop in the kitchen," Matt told me, walking that way. He set my laptop case on the kitchen table and went to the fridge. I quickly opened the case and set about booting up my laptop. I wanted to get this part over as quickly as possible.
"Do you have a spare diskette?" I asked him, as I rummaged through the laptop case. Matt set down a beer next to me and went back to the living room. On the laptop, I opened the budget file and checked a few numbers as I waited for Matt to bring me the diskette. I was still checking the file when Matt came back with a new diskette.
A label had been put on it and he had printed "BUDGET" on the label. I expected him to find it rather quickly. When it took him awhile to get the diskette, I was worried that he'd come back to the kitchen in the nude. Instead, he was just being overly neat about the diskette.
"I just need for you to list the servers in this column that you think should be upgraded. Then, give me a dollar amount in this column as to cost. Go ahead and guess high. Mrs. Cranstand will knock off some of it anyway," I explained. I saved the file to the diskette and gave it back to him.
Matt was being surprisingly quiet. Now that he had me in his lair, he wasn't trying anything. He was coming across as a man of all talk and no action. He went back to the living room to put the diskette up. I wondered if he would make his move then as I put the laptop back in its case. But no, he came back still dressed and without comment.
My plan quickly flashed through my mind. I had made a point to wear my black, wool skirt. The a-line skirt flared out and went down just past my knees. I also had on a bulky sweater, bright red to add some color to my outfit, bulky to hide the fact that I was braless the whole day. I decided to see if I could get a comment out of him.
I reached into my purse and pulled out a gun. Pointing the small revolver at his crotch, I told him, "Take your clothes off."
"What?!?" Matt's jaw dropped and he looked at me with questioning eyes.
"This is what you've wanted all along isn't it? To have sex with me? Get in the living room and take your clothes off." I pointed in the direction of the living room with the gun. Hesitantly, Matt went to the living room. I stood there with a mocking smile as an embarrassed Matt took his clothes off. For all his good looks, I was a little disappointed with the full package.
Matt finished undressing. I had to tell him to take the socks off as well, and stood there. "Is that the big, wondrous cock that I'm supposed to just absolutely love?" I asked with a giggle. Matt's cock was as limp as a piece of ribbon. "Lay down," I ordered.
Matt sat then laid down as I kept the gun pointed at him. "Now roll over. Put your nose on the carpet, look straight down." I pushed him with my shoe to let him know I was serious. I moved to Matt's feet and slipped off my heals. Hiking up the skirt, I hooked my thumbs on the waistband of my pantyhose. Pulling them down, and then off, I stretched them back out again.
"Now we can have a little fun," I told him. I sat down on Matt's ass and set the gun on his back. "Give my your arms," I demanded. Using one of the feet of the pantyhose, I tied Matt's wrists together. I picked up the gun and held the other foot. Getting off his ass, I told him, "Roll over." I pushed him over with the butt of the gun as I pulled the pantyhose between his legs. Spreading the leg of the pantyhose around his nuts, I made sure that I could always give it a yank if I needed to control him. The attention and fondling made him start to get hard again.
