The Boss

When my husband returned from one of his so-called seminars, which allowed him to slip away from home for three days, he told me that he had invited his manager to lunch on Sunday at noon. He was hoping for a promotion, but it depended a lot, he thought, on the welcome we were going to give him. Of course it turned into an argument.

- You ignore me, my aspirations, I always have to give in to your wishes, I'm getting fed up! I got carried away.
- Yes, but this is for a good cause, you wanted to change the look of your kitchen, it could make shopping easier!
- You're annoying me, you're exaggerating, it's always me who has to be at your service, you'll see what will happen to you one of these days, I'm going to leave! It's still good this time, but...
- Thank you, you're nice! Well if we agree, I would like you to dress like that, he said, rummaging in the closet.

He took out a summer dress whose dominant color was pastel blue. It was dotted with green and yellow flowers. Fairly short, it was held only by two thin straps, and left my back completely bare to the birth of my buttocks.
I liked this dress, quite loose, it looked like it fluttered around me when I walked. But I knew that I mustn't expose myself to full light, because then the transparency was such that you could see the smallest details of my body.
Although it is not cold, he chooses a rather thin garter belt.

- If you could not wear a thong or a bra, it is also excluded with this dress... that would be perfect...
- You really want your promotion, I tell him, laughing! I have to sacrifice myself for you, do you want him to fuck me, your boss?
- Why not... if you agree! He said to me with a small grin.

The following Sunday, around noon, his Director arrived.

- My wife Trixie, Cherie Robert Portal my Director.

Its leader, white-haired, over fifty, very paunchy, wearing glasses, was dressed in a white shirt and olive-green trousers. When he shook my hand, I felt his gaze travel from head to toe. His eyes literally undressed me. After a solid aperitif where they consumed quite a bit of alcohol, we sat down to eat.
They talked about sports, work. While serving I managed to brush against his forearm with my thigh, then to make him feel on the back of the hand he left hanging when I approached, the attachment of my garter belt. Taken in the game, although it is not far from my type of man, I touched his back with the tip of a nipple. I loved freaking men out, and my husband had given orders to go that way!!

- Let's go to the drawing-room to have coffee.

He sat down on the sofa, my husband next to him on an armchair. He looked at me and gave me a slight nod. I understood what he wanted. I served the coffee, leaning over the coffee table in front of our guest, the strap of my dress fell on my arm, my dress yawned and slipped, my breast found itself in the open air. With both hands taken, I continued to fill the cup, letting him admire it. The nipple being discovered was erected in a small brown tip. Putting the cup in front of him, looking at him languidly, I slowly pulled my strap up. He wiggled. I sat down opposite him on a chair, doing as Maxime asked me at work, fluffing up my light dress so that my bare buttocks were in direct contact with the leather of the seat. The dress was pulled up high enough that he could see a strip of skin above the stockings.
I sipped my coffee, running my tongue over my lips as I watched him. Crossing my legs a little higher so he could see my garter belt. It seemed to capture all of his attention.

- In this season, we don't really know how to dress, I say. It's hot, don't you think? Can I open the patio door?

The sun was streaming in. I walked towards this skylight, opened the doors of the French window which opened onto the swimming pool. My old neighbor was at his window with his pair of binoculars, I smiled, giving him a little wave.
I spread my legs slightly and exposed my body to the sun. I knew that the globes of my buttocks offered themselves in transparency to the eyes of the two men seated inside, that one could make out the line that separated them as if nothing veiled it. I felt the eyes of the two men fixed on my hindquarters. They could see the thin strip of my garter belt just above my hips, as well as the two back straps down on my thighs. I let them check me out for a while, then offered them the tails. They were too far away, they only had to guess the shaved slit of my pussy, maybe also the triangle of small, well-shaven hairs above my pubis.
My husband got up, approached and taking me by the waist passed his hand under one side of my dress, made me move towards his manager. This captivated had risen, a slight bump loomed at the height of his sex under his pants. My husband caressed my garter belt under my dress. With his free hand, he lowered my right strap, and freed my breast. He caressed my nipple which reacted and stood up immediately. Then he dropped the other strap, and grabbed my breasts from below with the whole hand as if offering them to our visitor. Putting me in front of him, he slowly lifted my dress over my thighs, revealing my bare skin above my stockings. He stopped before slowly discovering my pussy. His boss was again sitting on the corner armchair of the sofa, a glass of cognac in his hand... My husband pulled the dress down, it fell at my feet. He pushed me towards the bench seat of the couch, well in front of our guest, I stroked my crotch, swaying my hips lasciviously, one of my hands lingered on my breasts crushing and pinching my nipples. His boss rolled his eyes wide in astonishment.

- Oooooohhhh, you are superb Madam... Your husband is very lucky...

My husband got up, stood in front of me, I fell on my knees and looking, his boss smiling, I pulled down his pants, his penis was quite substantial, of course far from the length and size of that of Jamaar the black who fucked me lately. I masturbated gently, capping him and retracting his glans, he began to bend. I grabbed it between my lips and swallowed it slowly.

- Bitch, whispered the spectator...

I looked at him, smiling, he was jerking off through the fabric of his pants.

- It's still a little continuous to suck me, then take care of him, whispered my husband.

I applied myself, continued my fellatio while looking at his boss, with a lustful air.

- Trixie, I think Monsieur Portal would be delighted if you masturbated in front of us...

Not taking his eyes off his boss, I sat down on the sofa, put one heel on the cushions, to give him a clear view of my pussy. I brushed my fingertips over my slit, which was starting to get moist, rolled over on my back and spread my legs as wide as possible, I opened my labia, ..

- Robert, do you like my pussy ? Look, you turn me on... I get wet.

I sucked my middle finger and my directory and inserted them into my vaginal cavity, I entered only the first two phalanges, then I gradually accelerated the pace, entering all of my fingers, eyes closed, I threw my head back on the case. I started moaning in a small voice...

- Oh fuck it's okay, yeaaaaaah, I love masturbating when people watch me, do you like it Robert ?Ouiiiiiiii, it's good, I love it, you see my clit.... it's good to caress it... oh damn ouiiiiii....

Caught in the game, I got excited, after five minutes, my body was shivering, my shoulders were shaking, with my left hand, I caressed my breasts vigorously, pulling on my nipples, pinching and scratching them. I parted my lips wide, offering them the depth of my gaping pussy.

- Oooohhhh, Robert… wouldn't you like to come and lick my cum?" Look my fingers are sticky! My pussy is waiting for your tongue...

I felt the pleasure rising... I knelt down, and continued to masturbate while moaning more and more... my stomach began to flare up, my kidneys undulated, my breathing became jerky...

-Yesssssssssss, I....think...I will...
- But that little slut is going to make herself come... No... not yet... Monsieur Portal... might like to take you to seventh heaven... go downstairs and get busy from him...

My husband's injunction made me fall back to earth. On all fours, I headed for the corner chair, arriving in front of him, I sat up, straddled his thighs. He dared not move.

- You do not like my legs? I tell him smiling. You can touch, I don't bite...

He grew bolder, his hands rested on either side of my thighs and slowly moved towards my buttocks following the straps of the garter belt. His hands progressed, he began to knead my two buttocks, panting more and more quickly. I sat on his lap. Through his pants, I caressed his penis. I almost wanted to laugh. But I had promised my husband to help him, I had to go all the way! I unbuttoned his fly, took out his erect penis. It was just a little longer than my hand, which had closed around it. He was only a few inches taller than her. It was weird, quite slender, the foreskin made a rather large roll under the glans.
After those I had known, this one did not thrill me too much. Growing bolder along my sides his hands had encompassed my breasts. He stuffed my areolas in turn in his mouth. He bit and sucked my nipples, which under the caress stretched and hardened, I let him suck my breasts for five minutes, then got up. I took off his pants and underpants. Her huge belly sprawled...a slight disgust overwhelmed me, but I had to keep going...Suck it for starters!
I knelt between her thighs. With my tongue, I licked the edge of his glans, at the end of which a few drops of pre-ejaculatory fluid were beading, then I stuffed it into my mouth and began to suck it. He leaned back and began to moan, expressing his contentment with loud

- OOHHHH, AAAAAHHHH, OOUUIII, damn it good.... yes.... suck it Bitch!
I sucked his balls, strewn with white hair, then went up my tongue along his penis before tickling his brake with the tip. He was gesticulating in all directions, moaning loudly. He grabbed my head and pressed it down to get his little cock deep inside my mouth.
- Bitch, slut, yes, yes ..... continue ... Oooooohhhh ... your mouth is wonderful ... swallow ... swallow my cock. Ouuuuiiiiiii that's it, suck... lick...

My husband had gone behind him, seeing that it was beginning to tire me, he went behind me, knelt down and slowly penetrated me. I was grateful to him. It gave me a little heart balm, and I continued my fellatio. After a while, my husband made me get up and made me put my right foot on the sofa, I straddled the thighs of his director.

- Get fucked, he whispered in my ear.

Grabbing his boss's cock, I made it easily penetrate my vagina, got up and let myself fall back on his thighs, his cock entering each time entirely in my pussy lubricated by the penetration of my husband.

- Damn, it's good, it's good... Trixe, keep going, don't stop," the boss was yelling, shaking in all directions.

I presented my breasts to him in turn, and made him suck them, which calmed his grunts a little. When I felt that his little cock was well threaded, I moved my pelvis back and forth, trying to contract my vaginal muscles well, to enclose his little roller. It seemed to me that it had been going on for an eternity, when finally, his breathing quickened, he squeezed my hips more strongly and he freed himself with a loud cry, holding me firmly to unload his seed well in the depths of my pussy.

- You liked it ? asked my husband.
- Oh yes, oh yes ... It was great, I enjoyed like crazy!
- Ben me, no I say, pouting. Yet just now I was not far off!
- I'll fix that, the Director told me.

He made me lie on the couch spreading my knees to the maximum, his mouth seized my pussy from which flowed his sperm. First, he sucked my clitoris, freeing it from its little hood, titillating it with his tongue, pressing it between his lips, nibbling it lightly with his incisors. Then his tongue went down on my raphe starting from my anus, he licked it up to the base of my vulva. And continuing its progress tickled my little pink button again. I shivered with pleasure under the caress. Then he spat into my slit and his tongue crept between my lips, sinking, exploring my vaginal opening. He moved it with great agility drawing me small cries of pleasure. His middle finger tickled my little pink glans, then he slowly lowered it to replace the tongue. He made him enter as deeply as possible, and adding his index finger and began to scholarly back and forth while his thumb gently massaged my clitoris. It was my turn to squirm in all directions, to gasp. He made me suffer this caress, alternating fingering and licking for a time that seemed endless, but I asked for more, I felt the pleasure set my stomach on fire.

- Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, yesiiiiii I gasped, it's good, it's booooonnnnn
"Ah, you like cunnilingus... Bitch," Portal muttered between licks?

I was soon to enjoy. My captivated husband watched me moan and writhe. At the end of a fingering, I felt his two fingers slide into my anus, he spat on them and put them on gently, his thumb came to replace them in my vagina and he began back and forth more and more quickly. At this rate I soon exploded, my body arched, I screamed with pleasure. He was about to ejaculate again, he presented me with his stiffened sex, I opened my mouth, he poured out with small cries, his sperm in large warm jets, which splashed around my oral cavity. With my fingertips, I picked up the scattered semen, sucked my fingers and swallowed the sticky liquid.

- Oh damn it's good! Your wife is great! You're going to get your promotion he said to my husband! One more time like today and I'll make you jump two rungs! If she wants to come and pass an interview at the office, your advancement can be very fast! Said my husband's boss.
I looked at him, who with a nod made me a sign to accept the proposal.

- Yes, it's okay, I'll come ... I replied resigned.

A week later, my husband told me that his boss wanted to see me for the interview.

- You know, he tells me, it's bogus... This disgusting old man, with his little cock, fucks all the secretaries in the club and above all, he films his exploits. I think he benefits his most important customers... He told me that he really enjoyed your company... and that my promotion... should be soon, if you come. So there you go, another little helping hand, if you agree...
- Well, OK, but that's the last time... You really want this position of export manager, it seems! It's good because he made me enjoy a lot that I accept.

The said day having taken a day off from my box, I presented myself for the dummy job interview. For work, I wore glasses. I had tied my hair in a ponytail. Put on a dark gray suit, the rather short skirt just hid the ties of my garter belt supporting my matching stockings. My white blouse was slightly transparent, and showed my black bra in fine transparent lace. Stiletto heels completed the panoply of the perfect secretary.
The great chef came to pick me up at the reception, after having taken news of my health, made compliments on my breathtaking beauty, he led me to the first floor in a fairly small office. It was very bright neon lights poured a harsh light and a large bay window occupied a section of wall behind a table above black oblong. Opposite this table was a multi-tiered shelf, with a few green plants, juxtaposed with a mirror about five feet wide from floor to ceiling. On the left side of the table was a state-of-the-art photocopier printer. Next to the door a black leather armchair with a fairly high back completed the furniture. On the table were a laptop, a phone, and a red cardboard folder. The Director sat me at the table in front of the mirror, he opened the file which contained handwritten letters and indicated to me that for the moment, I had to type them and lay them out on the microphone. That I print them and then call him at this number, he would come and check my work and sign the documents. Then he left leaving me alone and perplexed.
A few minutes later the phone rang. He was my husband.

- The old pig installed you in the office with a large mirror?
- Yes...
- The mirror is a two-way mirror, which opens into a small living room next to where you are.
- Yes and so ?
- I don't know what he expects of you, but I saw him come in with three Arab customers. It might be hot... I would like to have this promotion, you know... I wanted to warn you...

The conversation was cut off, no dial tone. I hung up, got up and walked towards the mirror, so behind there were four men looking at me. What would happen ?
I went back to the chair, turned on the computer and started typing a letter.
Someone knocked at the door.

- Come in...
- Hello miss, the switchboard has just told me that your phone no longer had a dial tone.


The man who entered was quite fat, not very tall, swarthy, ugly. I thought he was Lebanese or at least from that region. He had a small tool box.

— Yes, it does not work anymore.
- I'll take care of it.

He checked the underside of the device, finding nothing abnormal, he went under the table to check the socket, lit a kind of portable flashlight, which flooded the underside of the desk with light. I began to understand... Was he really a repairman, or had the Director offered me to one of his clients while the others watched the scene? Looking at the mirror, I took off my suit jacket. The guy was up and tinkering with the phone case again.

- It's hot in here, isn't it? I said
- Yes, enough... I think the fault comes from the socket.

He dove back under the cabinet, relighted his rather powerful torch, I wondered if the spectators could see what was happening under the table. Then remembering what my husband had told me... The Dirlo was filming! So there had to be cameras. My eyes fell on the cabinet supporting the printer, on the side about fifty centimeters from the floor, there was a lens pointed under the table. They had to watch on the big screen! We had to play the game ... I raised one knee, rubbed my thighs against each other, my skirt went up slightly.
The repairman's hand brushed my ankle. I separated my legs slightly, he spread my ankle. My two hands rested on my thighs up to the fasteners of the garter belt and I slowly went up the bottom of my skirt.

- Okay, miss...

His left hand slowly moved up my calf, then my thigh and passed under the strap of the garter belt and caressed my slit through my thong. He pushed my knees apart and stroked my inner thighs. I leaned back in my chair, unbuttoning a button on my blouse, revealing my light black bra. This was starting to seriously excite me. I lifted my ass and pulled my skirt up almost to my hips. While stroking me he undid the left tie my bottom, it gave me a long shiver. I felt that he pushed aside the thin fabric of the thong to free my pussy, I advanced my buttocks on the edge of the chair, both to facilitate his task and to allow the camera to film well. His tongue scouting inside my vagina, two fingers, he spread my lips to clear the vaginal opening. But it didn't last, he got up.

- Come here, he ordered me.

I went around the office to join him, perched on my heels, I was taller than him.

- Undo my pants!

I squatted in front of him, unbuckled the belt, challenged his fly, he was not wearing panties. His very dark sex stood flat against his belly, his circumcised glans came up to his navel.
He put his back on the desk, making me put a little on the side, it was not necessary that his friends miss a crumb of the show! I tried to give him a blowjob swallowing his cock entirely, sucking and licking his balls. He closed his eyes in contentment, pushing small moans of pleasure. He got up quickly, and pulled the chair right in front of the one-way mirror. He sat on it with his erect penis.

"Come on me... take your clothes off!"

He grabbed me by the hips and put me in front of the mirror. I left my thong and my skirt, looking languidly at the men who were behind. Then I sat down on the erect phallus.
It was I who led the game, I got up and sat down at my own pace, trying to vary the pace of penetration. He unbuttoned my bodice, took it off. He undid my bra and caressed my breasts, titillating my nipples which grew in spite of myself. He told me to put my feet on his lap, which I did. This made me open my legs even wider. He ran his hands under my ass to support me. Until now I felt almost nothing, I was doing this to help my husband get the promotion he wanted so much.
He worked on me long enough, but I was not very receptive to his assaults. So he changed tactics, he positioned his glans at the entrance to my anal orifice and thrust his penis all at once.
Luckily it wasn't the first time I had been sodomized, because he would have hurt me.
For the moment, I had not yet felt anything at the level of pleasure. But looking at the mirror, seeing myself impaled on this substantial phallus, my well-shaved penis which opened to the rhythm of anal penetration, the hand which caressed my breasts, the other which tickled my clitoris, knowing that other men looked at me, a ball of heat invaded my entrails. I felt my vagina moisten abundantly, the beats of my heart became faster. Clinging more strongly to the armrests of the chair I accelerated the pace, small groans began to escape from my throat.

- Looks like you prefer sodomy, Bitch. It makes you wet, your pussy is all soaked now...

He alternated his penetrations, a few trips back and forth in my vagina, then back and forth in my anus... My desire increased tenfold, I felt the pleasure rise as much by what the person who was fucking me was doing to me, as by thinking of other men who had to masturbate watching me... I let myself go... now it wasn't just to help my husband, I wanted to cum, I felt my belly on fire, the pleasure rising .
The man began to speak in Arabic spreading my pussy lips when he sodomized me, it must have been to excite his friends... He began to chant

- Ooooohhhhhhh, aaaaahhhhhhhh, Oooooouuiiiiii!!!! Bitch, bitch you gonna make me cum...

I tightened my vaginal walls several times around the core that penetrated me, and I exploded with pleasure with a loud cry. He ejaculated at the same time deep in my vagina, in large warm and sticky jets, his hands clutching my breasts. He emptied his testicles, then he pushed me away, without looking at me, he got up, got dressed and left.
I stood there facing the mirror, wearing only my stockings and my garter belt. I approached the psyche to be as close as possible to the voyeurs and entered two fingers into my vaginal orifice, pulled them out sticky with sperm and my mixed cum and sucked them with delight.
Two minutes later the door opened. I was still naked in stockings and garter belts, semen running down my thigh.

- Oooooohhh, sorry! It is Monsieur Portal who sends me, to sign the documents that you have to type!
Said the fat man, Lebanese like the other, who had just entered. His eyes roamed over me greedily, and the huge bulge in his pants betrayed his desire.

- Excuse me, sir, but I didn't have time....
- It does not matter Miss, but you will have to take care of my pen, he said, smiling.

He lowered the zip of his pants, and presented me with a penis whose circumcised glans was almost purple, it was so big, hard and congested. He sank into the chair.

- Suck me! Slut...

I bent down on the stretched member, took his balls out of his fly and stroking them with one hand, I started fellatio. I had spread my legs to offer the view of those who remained behind the mirror, my vulva open and my anal orifice, it excited me to make them hard. I shifted a little to allow them to see that I swallowed the huge swollen cock entirely. He grabbed my wiggling breasts, tugged at the nipples until I almost moaned in pain, but they hardened and lengthened.

- You like to get fucked, little slut!

A long time passed before I felt the first contractions announcing his ejaculation, then I shook him quickly sticking out his tongue to collect his sperm. He finally ejaculated, before swallowing his seed, I turned to the ice, to show them the substantial amount I had in my mouth and swallowed greedily. I then sucked his glans, pressed his cock to extract the last drops of his seminal fluid which I licked off with delight. He also left, without telling me. I recovered a bit, still naked in garters, when the Director burst into the small office.

- It was great Trixie, better than I expected! You allowed me to sign a fabulous contract! You can tell your husband that he will get his promotion, and even a significant raise! But look, your exhibition still makes me hard, he took out his little cock stretched to the maximum. Take a look at the contract I prepared for you!

He put a sheaf of paper on the desk. Curious, I bent down to read. He came up behind me, grabbed my breasts, his pants fell to the ground, he clapped against me, his cock trying to penetrate me.

- Let me fuck you, Bitch... you turned me on so much with the Arabs... and then I want a souvenir of you... the camera is rolling...

- Nooooonn that's enough....

He whispered to me the amount of the bonus he was going to give me for my performance.

- You are very nice, but I don't want your money... I am not a prostitute, I only wanted to help my husband...
- Ah yes, I forgot to tell you that he's in the small living room...

a small cock hard as wood, rubbed against my pussy which flowed with the sperm of the Arabs

- Let me fuck you bitch, I saw that you enjoyed with the Lebanese, it looks like you like interracial sex, your husband liked it, go let me put my cock in your pussy.
- Ok, ok but I don't want you, it's just to punish my stupid husband again!

He turned me towards him, made me put my buttocks on the desk, he arched his back and his penis easily entered my wet pussy, he began to nibble my nipples. His tongue forced my lips, our saliva mixed. I thought of my husband who must have been watching and I don't know why at all my pussy started reacting to the little man's thrusts. My stomach ignited, it was now I who was leading the game. My vagina contracted to enclose the small cock that penetrated me, the moans that came out of my mouth, excited my husband's boss even more.
He increased the speed of his penetrations, his breathing became faster and his excitement won over me, I felt the pleasure rising, it exploded inside me when a hot and viscous jet of sperm flowed into my uterus, I arched my back screaming on the table.

- So you see, I made you come, bitch, the Director told me, presenting me with his still stiff cock to suck.