I was at university, studying English Lit because I
want to write milf stories. and hating every minute of it. My studies required me to spend a lot of time in the library and it was there I first noticed Eleanor.
She was no stunner but there was something about her that intrigued me. She was in her 40s, sharp-featured, petite with short, mousy hair and always wore blouses and long skirts. In the winter these would be thick and tweedy, but in the summer she allowed herself the luxury of thin cotton and floral styles.
She was a librarian and I found her useful in searching out ancient tomes I was meant to study. Her normal station was at a high desk in a remote corner of the library, bending over indexes or whichever. I’d personally approach her and stand by her side till she finished what she was doing before asking her for help. She always seemed pleased enough to assist me, but never gave any sign that she ever really noticed me or could differentiate me from any of the other thousands of students. Which is why it still surprises me that I made a move on her when I was at an age when I had no confidence with older women.

It was spring, coming to the end of the academic year and Eleanor had just switched to organic cotton skirts. They caught my eye and I began to think about her, and what might lie beneath that skirt.
I was looking for some stuff on Chaucer and stood by Eleanor right up until she acknowledged me. Bending over, her blouse had ridden up from her skirt and a small band of soft white flesh was on view. She looked up and before I could make my request, said, “Could you help me read this, I’ve forgotten my reading glasses?”
Gallant to the end I bent over and read out to her what some ancient tutor had scrawled on a piece of card. I stood up again and waited. A few seconds later she asked me for help again and I of course obliged. But this time as I bent down beside her I let my hand rest on the small of her back. Not on the strip of naked flesh, but just above it. She didn’t flinch.
And that was it, the first time I’d touched Eleanor. I got my Chaucer and left.

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A short time later I was back and the same scenario played out again. I stood, she asked for help, and I let my hand rest on her back while reading for her. But this time as I bent over I noticed her handbag lying on the floor and her spectacles peeping from it. My mind raced, she didn’t need help at all. She wanted me beside her. Never have spectacles had such an influence on testicles.
Knowing this made me brave and I let my hand slip down her back a little, onto her bare skin. She seemed to tense a little, but this might have been my imagination.
Eleanor apologised for taking so very long, but the message it sent me was that she enjoyed the touch of my hand and wasn’t going to end it by moving. But I had to be right. If I was wrong I’d be accused of harassment and thrown out of the university. Moreover, my friends would mock me to death for touching up an old woman. Was the feel of this morsel of flesh worth all that?

Faint heart never won fair lady, they say, but as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb also came to mind. I let my hand slip lower. Now I was off her bare skin and onto the material of her skirt but heat still emanated from her. Another inch and I would encounter the crack of her butt. That’s when I would really find out if she was enjoying the attention. I never had the chance to find out. She straightened upwards, my hand fell away, and she asked what I was ready for.

A couple of days later again I returned, more determined than ever to grab her behind. If she asked me for support and I spotted her specs I was going for it.
And sure enough she called for my help. I couldn’t see her glasses, but this constant request for help was suspect enough in itself. If she objected I’d apologise and say I’d felt dizzy. She surely couldn’t object to a fainting man grabbing her ass in order to stay vertical.

Well, in truth, I didn’t grab her ass. I rested my palm ever so gently on the base of her spine. But then, gradually, I let my palm slip lower. The cotton of her skirt was almost non-existent and soon my hand was cupping one of her tiny round buttocks. But having reached this point I had no idea what to do next. With a girl of my own age I’d have squeezed, but was that acceptable behaviour with an older woman? There was no rule-book.

In the end a sense of maturity prevailed and rather than squeeze I caressed, circling her bottom with the palm of my hand and keeping my fingertips from digging into her soft flesh. She seemed to appreciate it and a soft moan seemed to come from her before she straightened up.

Now I took to visiting the library every day, spending my evenings thinking up reasons to visit and tormented with the thought of lifting that thin cotton and getting my hands on Eleanor herself. But the library was too public to risk lifting her skirt and often I had to use my body to shield what I was doing from prying eyes. I delved, however, further between the cheeks of her ass and my fingers teased her bumhole and once ventured far between her legs to stroke her pussy lips. With every liberty I took Eleanor would bend further and raise her ass invitingly towards my hand. Her moans now were far from discreet and once she clenched her pen between her teeth to curb the noise.

We had been proceeding like this for several weeks when she turned her face to me, still bent over, and said, “You do realise that you’re getting me terribly turned on.”
I didn’t know how to respond but moved my crotch against her thigh so she could feel that she was having a similar effect on me. At this she closed her eyes and moaned again.
Finally her eyes opened and she asked, “How do you intend to proceed?”
“It’s up to you,” I mumbled.
She straightened up now and stroked my cheek with her fingers. “I’m a married woman you know.”
I hadn’t really thought about it, but said, “Yes, I assumed you’d be.”
She smiled thinly. “Do you want to make love to me?”
I nodded excitedly.
The smile widened and she looked down at the bulge in my trousers. “We’ll have to be discreet.”
‘You be discreet’, I felt like yelling, ‘I’m just horny.’
She looked around and confirmed that no-one was within earshot. “There’s a storeroom with a couch above the reading room. Stay in the reading room when it closes. I’ll be on duty and we can have some privacy up there.”
I nodded, my brain drooling.
Her attitude became professional. “Now, what book were you looking for?”

And so Eleanor Brown took my MILF virginity in that storeroom above the reading room and a grand introduction to older pussy it was.
Once we were on the couch she came at me like a lioness, showering kisses over my face but avoiding my mouth when possible. When I suggested we undress she refused with a giggle and these two refusals set the tone for my relationships with older women. They can be as sexual as you want but will avoid open mouth kissing which implies a level of intimacy they reserve for their husbands, and they often refuse to strip, fearing you will make unwelcome comparisons between their older bodies and those of younger girls.
But with these two restrictions Eleanor went to town on me.

Within seconds her blouse was off and her perky little tits were in my mouth. Meantime she was hoisting up that cotton skirt and peeling down her demure white cotton panties revealing a thick bush that came half way up her belly. My hands, for so long denied, dived in eagerly. Her cunt was waiting for me, lips spread and moist and two fingers slipped easily inside her.
She lay on the couch as I knelt on the floor, sucking her tits and finger-fucking her to a chorus of moans and thrilled squeals.
I was no expert on the clitoris at that time in my sexual career, but she moved my fingers to where she wanted them and within seconds was bucking her hips and biting at my ears. The two fingers inside her became three and then four as she roared her way to the first climax of the bout.

Having reached that she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me up so she could undo my flies. Her urgent little fingers pried my tool out and she croaked, “Oh my!”
Now I knew I wasn’t that big, I’d seen much more spectacular specimens in the showers which made me assume that her spouse had a little one and she didn’t have much experience. She had enough though to move her head to it and take it into her mouth without that preliminary licking so many women believe are necessary as an introduction.

Cupping my balls with 1 hand she tugged me onto the couch facing opposite her. Her dark minge stared me in the face and I lowered my tongue to it and dived into her moist crack. Her thick bush was something of a barrier but I brushed it aside with sweeps of my tongue and located her solid little clit nestling between her lips. A few licks and she was heading towards her second climax while I could feel the steam rising in my balls. I wasn’t that accustomed to blow jobs and her mouth was superb.

She seemed to sense my condition too but was determined to get a shag out of the situation. She pushed my throbbing cock out of her mouth and started manoeuvring me round so that we faced each other. Up to now we’d said very little to each other. There was an unspoken understanding that we were only there to fuck each others’ brains out, but now she became quite vocal which added to my excitement. “Fuck me, baby,”she gasped, “Fuck my pussy. Fuck it good.”
My cock slipped into her and it was much looser than her mouth. I wondered how many children she’d had. However it was good and I didn’t care. I started pumping.
She grabbed my head and pulled me down to nuzzle her neck while her legs tried to wrap themselves round me. But, petite as she was, they were too short and she settled for getting her heels dug into my back, the cork of her sandals rasping my skin.

She continued with the ‘fuck me, screw me, ride me’ litany for quite a while as I went about my work but finally after one long shudder she went silent. I raised my head to look at her and tears were trickling down her face. I hoped the tears were of joy and pumped her harder, taking the weight off my elbows and putting my hands under her arse to pull her small body up to meet my thrusts.

This brought her back to life and she told me I was the best shag she’d had in two decades, that I had the biggest cock she’d ever had, that she wanted a large heavy dose of my spunk up her cunt. It was all the words that a prim middle-aged, middle-class woman could not use and they came flooding out of her and excited me enough where I spewed my lust into her with much groaning and panting.

I collapsed on top of her and she pecked my cheek and whispered, “That was fantastic. Many thanks.”

You can say what you like about the middle classes, but they’re always courteous. My dick shrivelled out of her and I rolled off, falling onto the floor.

She sat up and pulled her skirt down. “I’ve dreamed of a student seducing me for many years,” she confided, “and I’m glad you were the one who was brave enough to get it done.”
There was an awkward pause.

She reached for her underwear and slid them up her legs. “Will there ever be a repeat performance?”

I didn’t know and mentioned .
“I’ll instruct you something,” my girlfriend thought, fastening up her blouse, “Whenever you feel like it , come and see me like you always do, assuming I feel like it and I’m that can be found, I’ll ask you to help me with researching. That’ll stay your little secret code.”

That appeared smart, however there was a drawback. “What if I honestly am looking for a book?” I asked.

“Oh dear,” she grinned, “You’ll just have to shag me anyway.”

Yeah, she was a cheeky little thing, Eleanor, even so she introduced me to the fun involving older women and I’ll always be
grateful.

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We all have heard such sizzling stories about Amsterdam but I really experienced one. I was there for work. The job was good but I was feeling lonely. No woman! It was getting too much, when someone suggested I try out a local sex dating website.

So I began to browse and I found out this exciting sex dating website. It sounded like fun. It was a strange city for me and I could be as discreet as I wanted.

The girl that I liked was named Nita. Her picture was good (topless!) and I sent her one of my pics. I immediately got her reply. We talked for a while and things got hot from the first chat itself. I asked her if we could meet at a café. She was game!

I was sitting in the bistro waiting for her to come. My chest was throbbing with what was to come. She came a few minutes later and it was almost heart-stopping. I got an erection right away.

I had never slept with a woman more beautiful than her. And what was most exciting was that she was dressed like a slut, just the way I wanted in that big, bad city. I could almost see her nipples through her dress. She sat next to me, making sure that our thighs were touching.

I forgot what I ate with her that night. It was delicious, but I forgot what was brought to our table. My eyes were only on this one female dish in front of me. She laughed like a dream. Her open mouth and parted lips were so suggestive. I wanted the lips around me as soon as possible.

Totally unable to hold my dick in my pants anymore, I felt her leg. I moved up and felt her pussy mound. It was throbbing, and moist! She let me do whatever I was doing. I put my finger inside her panties and it was paradise!

Dinner was definitely done now. I paid the garcon and led the girl to my apartment. The date was very much on!

It was like were two unbridled animals let loose on the bed. She was every bit of the slut she seemed to be. I never knew a woman could do so much, and I have slept with a lot of them! So unforgettably slutty! She used every part of her body to please every part of mine.

I fucked her dry, several times over and she was an unstoppable sex partner. I really thanked my stars for sending me to Amsterdam. What a lovely city! What a lovely experience!

I recently had a wonderful flight experience! I was flying home from a country I was visiting when this happened. Though the flight wasn’t nearly full, it wasn’t quite comfortable inside. I wanted to complain to someone about it. Soon after takeoff, I made my way to where the stewardesses sit.

But the attendants were not in their usual places. I thought that they might have gone to the other end of the plane and was going back when I saw a certain thing that piqued my interest.

I saw that the door of the cockpit wasn’t fully closed.

Now, shouldn’t all cockpits be locked and all? I hadn’t ever seen a cockpit though I had flown a thousand times, and this was really interesting to me. I thought I’d just take a peek inside. After all, what could occur? I made my decision there, and pushed the door open a little more, and was immediately surprised beyond my belief!

Two young pilots were inside the cockpit. One was at the controls, but the other one had his pants down at his knees and he was looking at some porn magazine and was masturbating right there, in the cockpit, in front of his buddy!

This really hooked me. I have a fetish for pilots anyway and this was too much. I wanted to get fucked right there. And doing it in the cockpit would give it so much more relevance!

I opened the door fully. The shagging dude saw me and quickly tried to shove his penis into his pants but it wouldn’t go. To put an end to his misery, I went up to him and immediately took his cock into my mouth.

The other pilot grinned, “Hey, so you got your bitch in midair,” he said. “Quite right,” said the one I was giving head to, “and with a lovely ass too,” he said and showed my ass to the other one, throwing my skirt to the floor I was wet looking for sex.

Then he got up and put me on the copilot’s chair. He got the seat to go back a little and removed my panties. I was all wet and so full of anticipation! He shoved his erection right into my pussy. It was happening—I was getting fucked by a pilot in the cockpit. My fetish was taking shape!

After this one was done, he went at the controls and the other pilot came with his cock out too. I was fucked by him as well and totally spent. But, who’s complaining? It was my fantasy being played in real life, twice over ,  I was thinking I must take sex toys next time!

I was in another city, living in a hotel, and this ha ppened one evening. I had gone out for an evening stroll around the townside to check the place out and was getting hornier by the minute because of the newness of everything around me. I wanted to do something nasty that very minute. I was scouting around for options when I saw this massage parlor that seemed enticing. 

I took myself right in and asked them if they had women masseurs. I was quite familiar with such seedy massage parlors and knew that a lot more than just massaging went on inside. I asked them to give me a full body massage much like some of the people at adult contacts do.

They took me into a very narrow massage room, where you couldn’t place more than a bed and have some place for the massager. The girl who was to massage me was to come in soon. She was quick, and as soon as I saw her, I got a tingling in my shorts. Her uniform was a short skirt and a shirt on top, of which two buttons were undone. Her generous cleavage made me hornier! 

It was irresistible the way she told me to get my clothes off. I took off my shirt and my shorts and positioned myself on the table. I just had my Jockeys on and they did nothing to hide my condition. She told me to get on my stomach as she would start with my back. 

Her first touch was like some current coursing through my body! I almost recoiled with the pleasant shock. She was a wonderful masseur, hitting at all the right places and for some time I actually forg ot how horny I really was! She then moved on lower to massage my thighs. And that was when I began to see there was something more to this. I was almost sure she moved by thighs a bit wider and seemed to accidentally touch my balls. 

She then asked me to flip over. I was on my back now and she began massaging my chest. Such a feeling that was! But, with each movement of hers, I became aware that she was moving on a bit lower every time! She had something on her mind definitely. Now, her hand was definitely rubbing against the band of my underwear. 

She went over to do the legs. By now, I had realized that her brushing and grazing was all deliberate. While massaging my thigh, she brushed, a bit too hard, on the balls. I got wood right then and there! “I advise you to get your underwear off,” she said in her sweet voice. “They’ll get soiled by all the oil.” 

Yes, it was happening! In an instant, I got my underwear off, and my monster swaggered in its full glory right in front of her blue eyes. She took it in her hands, sized it a bit, and then put massage oil all over my cock and balls and massaged them! It was great, great! I reached out and put my hand inside her skirt. She positioned herself better so that I could reach her. I went in more firmly, right into her pussy. It was already wet with anticipation. 

The next quarter hour turned to be the best quarter hour of my life. She gave me a wonderful handjob and then I screwed her on her own massage table! That was certainly my best massage job ever better than any sex toy

I have a genuine passion for climbing high mountains. It took me five years of training, but now I was ready to take on Mount Everest. Today, as we were leaving the base camp, the only thing I could think of was last night’s passionate experience.

Our local guide I call him Mr sex was leading the way, and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him. He looked very exotic. I silently admired his shoulder length black hair that he always kept tied behind his ears. His black gaze was mesmerizing. I caught myself staring at his strong body that had climbed the peak on many occasions.

Yesterday was our final night at Base Camp. Although I am fully prepared for the next stage of our journey, I was feeling a bit scared. Our guide had somehow seen that, and he tried to reassure me with a smile. Tomorrow was a big day so everyone went to sleep early. I stayed in my tent unable to close my eyes. Since falling asleep was out of the question, I decided that the next best thing would be to make a video about my day.

I heard our guide outside my tent. He seemed worried about me, so I let him in. We were talking on the floor when he gently leaned over and kissed me. Even though I was surprised, I kissed him back. He smiled and told me to take my clothes off. Soon enough we were both naked and passionately exploring our bodies.

He enjoyed kissing every part of me. I could feel his warm lips sucking my clit, and I could barely stop myself from screaming.I couldn’t wait any longer, so I got on top of him. He let out a moan as I started riding him harder and harder. An amazing orgasm ripped through our bodies while sex in strange places.

It was morning and I was feeling good. The beautiful peak was ahead of us, and it was clearly visible. However, all I could think about was the amazing sex cams experience and my guide’s burning tongue inside me.

There are many exciting things that have happened to me, some of them stuff that fantasies are made of, but nothing has ever come close to this. This summer when I went for my annual vacation to Philippines, it did not take me an hour after landing to get a blowie and a beer, both for free!

I don’t plan my trips. That adds to the adventure for me. I don’t go through the usual tourist rigmarole of booking accommodation and I never plan where I want to go but I always pack Sex Toys before I just go.

In the same manner, I just left this time to. After landing at Manila Airport, I proceeded to the taxi stand. I took the first one I could. I told the cabbie to take me to the hottest spot in the city. He saw my tourist shorts and T-shirt and immediately judged what I wanted. His wink should have been quite suggestive to me, but at time it wasn’t.

The cabbie took me directly to the sleaziest zone within the city. Everything was so neatly planned and all that and suddenly we entered this seedy zone. I saw hookers signaling me from everywhere!

Well, this would be a great way to start an adventure, I thought and got down. And then it was that I saw what was only the most beautiful woman all over the land! She was sitting in an open roofed bar across the road. She was alone. I made my move.

When I came to her, she looked at me and smiled. Now I have a good enough face that’s always been a hit with the girls and I wasn’t much surprised. Encouraged, I sat down. “Could I join you for a drink?” I asked. She just coyly giggled.

Looking at her cleavage, I was getting an erection in my shorts and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide. The beer was making things worse. Just then she dropped her handkerchief and bent down to pick it up. It happened suddenly and she certainly saw the tent in my shorts.

When she came up, she was giggling just as she was doing before. “Need some fun?” she asked. Well, who was I to refuse? “Take me,” I told her. “Just a sec,” she said. She paid the bill and then asked me to go with her. I got up, despite the wood in my shorts. The waitress saw that and laughed full with the knowledge of what was going to happen.

We didn’t go anywhere special. She just took me to this clump of bushes and told me to sit on a rock. I obeyed her. She then unzipped my shorts and released my dick. “Relax,” she told me and then proceeded to give me one of the best BJs I have ever had.

This can happen to anyone I think. The Philippines is a place full of hungry horny women ready to do anything; this is what my experience tells me!

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Anna, my wife, is just like me. She’s always game to something new. We have tried a lot of stuff but one thing that was missing until now was a swingers date. We never had that. But then suddenly we got the chance. Our neighbours, Richard and Martha, were having a little swingers party over at their house. They had called another couple, Clayton and Susan. They told us to come quite casually. We agreed.

When we reached their place, we found out that they were readying up for a poker game. We joined into the game. Our chairs were already in place.

It was only after we sat down that we came to know what stakes they were playing at. This was going to be a round of strip poker! Definitely not what we expected but we always wanted to do it and here was our chance. We accepted.

The game began and one minute later, Clayton’s shirt was off. A few moments later, Anna lost her blouse. Then it was Martha’s turn to get her blouse off and then Richard got shirtless. It was heating up now. Anna lost her bra and everyone went wild. I was seeing my wife topless in front of four other people. The guys were staring at my wife’s perfect boobs with the pink nipples on them but it wasn’t making me angry. I didn’t even get angry when Richard got a very prominent hard-on and started masturbating. I didn’t even get wild when Clayton reached over and touched her boobs. Instead, I got aroused!

But greater excitement was in store. Martha, the hostess of the evening, had to remove her panties. We got a clean view of her pussy; actually she opened it wide for us. This was an amazing cunt, neatly shaved in anticipation of the evening.

Among guys, I was the first to go buff completely. I had a hard-on when I removed my boxer shorts and my wife laughed at my boner. The other girls touched and fondled my cock, while the other dudes egged everyone on to make the next move.

But again it was I who took the beating. Now, with all my clothes off, I had nothing else to remove. Clayton suggested that I should give his wife Susan an oral experience. Susan was on a winning streak, she was the only one decently clothed still. When she heard of my punishment, she immediately took her panties off and spread her clit for me to lick. I gave her what she wanted .

It was a room full of naked people now. Martha told everyone to get into the bedroom. Everyone was just waiting to take the action to a more horizontal position. The girls went first; the boys followed. Everyone was hyperexcited.

I saw my wife being dped and Martha licking her pussy at the same time. Both guys were fucking all her holes. At the same time she was teasing my asshole with her finger while I was fingering the cunts of both the other girls.

It was all so euphoric. Actually no one present remembers who fucked whom, probably everyone fucked everyone, but it was the most exciting night of our lives. We are planning to have another amazing swingers party very soon.

Who would have ever thought that we would have to set up a swing to have sex. And although an adults swing is not an absolute necessity for everyone’s sex life, it is certainly a very welcome addition.

My first experience on a sex swing came about when I was writing reviews on sex toys. As I have always been gymnastic in nature, I thought it would be a fun addition to our box full of toys – so I showed him and he agreed.

It makes life so much easier getting into more difficult positions, and no – you don’t need to be an athlete to use it. Once you are up there and relaxing, you can get pretty wild and this gizmo is brilliant for people with back pain.

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Just in case you believe this may be a problem, installation of the adult is really simple and it arrives pre-assembled. Remember when the kids were little and they had those jumping things on springs. It fits like that into the doorway, only manufactured for adult use of course.

I love having sex, but it is such an adult thing to do and my first experience in the adult swing had me giggling like a schoolgirl. I felt doubly exposed with my feet in the stirrups, and we decided to throw away the instruction manual as it made things a bit too clinical.

We soon got going, swinging back and forth, his cock lapping my pussy every time I came close and soon, he just had to stick it in. The completely weightless feeling of him fucking me while all I needed to do was rock back and forth a little, was unexpectedly delicious and after I got over the giggles we were soon experimenting in a slew if different ways.

I tried lap dancing him and he liked that and wee tried all kinds of other positions too, but we soon realized that we actually needed the manual and rescued it from the garbage.

After wiping of a bit of this mornings Vegemite toast and a soggy teabag, the manual was actually fin and it helped a lot with our experimentation. There are a lot of ideas that we would never have come up with on out own – so much for being creative types.

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It has always been my dream to visit Thailand, the sex capital of the world. When my brother asked me to join him there I didn’t hesitate to take him up on it. He is a reprobate, so I was sure we would be in for some good fun. Little did I know that I was going to have to fuck my way out of a fine, but it wasn’t all bad.

We were doing some vacation shopping and my brother left me to my own devices while he went into a brothel for some ficky-ficky. He likes to pay for a fuck, says it’s more exciting, I had a drink at a bar and went outside for a cigarette.

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We went our separate ways, agreeing to meet at the hotel later, and I found a nice quite bar and settled down to meet some locals. Needing to smoke, I went outside and stood on the pavement, there was a cop across the road and his eyes met mine, so we cordially greeted one-another.

Watching him from beneath my lashes, I enjoyed my cigarette and threw it on the floor to kill it. As I was about to walk back into the bar for another drink, I felt someone grab me by the inside of my elbow.

Thinking I was about to be mugged I turned around fast to swipe my would-be mugger with my handbag, and just in time, saw it was the policeman. "Maa’m, please accompany me to the police vehicle." What the heck was going on?

Images of a Thai prison flashed across my mind and then, I thought to ask what was the reason for the fine? "For dropping your cigarette, it is a 0 fine." Oh god, this was about all my spending money, how could I get out of this? I charmed him.

He responded that breaking the law by littering was a serious offence, I glanced about me at the clean streets and damned my filthy smoking habit. So I asked how I could get off the fine, he just came right out and said he fancied me, so I said let’s go.

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Starting at a new accounting firm in my dream job was intimidating enough, but when I saw the bosses secretary eyeing my huge package, I began to get nervous. What I wanted was to do my job – promoting a boring accounting firm, and I didn’t need distractions. She called me over and gave me the details of a lunch! the boss wanted me to attend.

I could see from that moment she was trouble, and I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised to find out she was fucking the boss. While it was flattering that my cock was receiving attention from this bold, blond beauty, it made no sense to get involved with her.

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I arrived at the lunch only to find that our guests hadn’t arrived and it was just the boss and his blond, bosomy secretary. She gave me the look again, and I thought to myself, "this hell-cat is not going to be easy to say no to"!

I sat myself down opposite her and she flashed a greeting smile across the table. The boss immediately delved into what he wanted with these new clients. But I was already distracted as she had her leg stretched out under the table and her foot in my crotch.

It was impossible not to fidget, and I quickly got a hard-on. Every time I tried to wriggle away from her probing foot, she grinned and he looked at me very strangely. My conversation was stilted, to say the least.

Just as I had decided to pull may chair away from the table completely our gusts arrived, I had to leave the napkin in my lap, while I stood up to shake hands. I could only thank God that this was a classy restaurant which used large linen napkins.

Trying to camouflage my hard-on with the napkin and remain calm to greet our guests was no easy feat. She obviously thought it was very funny, because I could see her grinning like a Cheshire cat and there was no other reason for this.

Although the business was good and the lunch went off relatively well, I was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of her foot reaching up into my lap, which she continued to do, every time I thought she had decided to let me off the hook. Ultimately I just got really angry, while she thought she was cute.

I got her back at the next conference when she though she had be cornered on the dance floor and wanted me to share her bed that night. I made sure she was hot and heavy and thought she was going to finally get her hands on it, then I leaned over and whispered in her ear" I wouldn’t fuck you, if you were the last woman left on earth; not even with someone else’s cock!" it was a very satisfying moment for me. I never mix business with pleasure!

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