My Boyfriend's Boss Likes My Tits

Ben invited me to his work Christmas party on Wednesday night. It was at a rather swanky hotel. We drank, we danced and we fucked in our room later on. The sex was fantastic as usual, mainly because I'd been teasing him all night. I'd flashed him peaks of my thigh-high stockings and suspenders and bent over in front of him several times, pushing my bum against his crotch. But perhaps the riskiest move I pulled was when I pulled him into a tiny alcove under the stairs, pulled my dress down and flashed my tits at him. Well, as my luck would have it, his boss happened to be passing by that that precise moment.

Ben's boss is a jolly chap in his early 50s with a hearty laugh and a wicked sense of humour. When Ben had introduced us earlier in the night, his boss had congratulated Ben on finding such a "beauty". I blushed. He seemed like a nice man. So when I whipped my breasts out of my dress and bra, just when the older gentleman was walking past, he stopped and stared.

Then he walked over and whispered, "What a lovely pair. You're a bloody lucky man, Ben. I hope you give those beauties the attention they deserve."

Ben replied, seriously. "Yes, sir. Every chance I get."

"Good man," Ben's boss said.

He then disappeared into the restroom to relieve himself. Judging from the bulge in his trousers, I'd say he was in there for a while. But I didn't get a chance to see because Ben got really horny and whisked me away to our room. He then ripped off my dress and plunged a finger deep inside my dripping sex. He quickly added a second and third and kissed my mouth like a man possessed. When he finally fucked me on the large bed and threw my willing body into one position after another, I couldn't help but hope my tits would win him a pay rise or better yet, a promotion.

Just Call Me Your Sex Toy

Sorry for my lack of posting as of late. I’m afraid I’ve been rather neglectful of my readers, haven’t I? I do hope you can all forgive me. I’ve been engaged in much fucking, sucking, licking and biting lately with the lovely Ben. Things are going well. We have entered into an exclusive arrangement in which we cater to each other’s needs as often as possible. I haven’t done the boyfriend-girlfriend thing for a while and as much as I do enjoy hooking up with an abundance of random shy guys, I must confess, it’s rather nice to concentrate on one special guy. 

Ben and I haven’t had the talk and I don’t expect that we will. We’ve agreed to keep things simple. Or rather, I persuaded him that the arrangement we currently have is working, so why change things? He was sceptical at first. He confessed that he has never had a fuck buddy before. I told him it would do him a world of good and that I am here to please him sexually in whatever way he wishes. His eyes widened at that.

“You’d really do anything I asked?” he said, curiously.

“Of course,” I answered. “I am your humble fuck toy.” 

His eyes practically bulged out of his head after I uttered this statement. He then proceeded to get very horny and very hard. When I asked Ben what he would like to do with me, my shy, stuttering bed partner told me to, “Bend over [my] desk chair and spread [my] legs wide.”

I did as I was instructed and screamed as he pounded into me with such aggression and dominance that I had to look sideways into the mirror to confirm that it was not someone else fucking me. Yep, it was definitely Ben. Nobody else I know has such cute dimples in their butt cheeks.
 
When I told Ben later how adorable I found his dimples, he snarled at my “cute” endearment and threw me across his lap. He then spanked my bottom for my error and made me suck him off to placate him.

I use should the “humble fuck toy” line more often. It seems to bring out the beast in shy guys.

The Etiquette of Wall Sex

Ben and I rounded up a momentous evening of hardcore, dirty sex with a spectacular display of spontaneity on his part tonight. We had been going for a solid four hours when he finally grabbed me hoisted me onto his shoulders. With my back against the wall, he proceeded to eat me out, much to my delight. Although I was exhausted by this point, I still clung to his head and cried out for him to keep going. He obliged me by furiously licking my inner pussy walls and massaging my bottom. I finally came, screaming, and lay my head against the wall, panting. Ben slowly lowered me into his arms and kissed me. I could taste my juices on his tongue.
 
As I nestled my face in his neck and breathed in the smell of sweat and sex in the air, I couldn’t help but marvel at how far my shy lover had come. I had merely mentioned to him in a text that one of my ex’s had mastered wall sex in our first year together, particularly when it came to oral. I should have then noted the determination in Ben’s reply – “It took him an entire year to learn that?” I’m not complaining, however. As far as oral experiences go, what just took place inside my living room is definitely in my top three.

When I recall how nervous Ben had been at our first meeting, while I sussed out whether he would be a compatible fuck for my friend Louise, it makes me all the more proud of him. Although he still stutters when I look him in the eye and blushes every time I tell him how much I love his cock, I find these qualities completely endearing.

We spent all weekend fucking at mine, before Ben had to leave on Sunday evening and return to his apartment. But I found out that he does not live far from me, hence, why he was able to come over again today for more good quality shagging. On Monday and yesterday, I went to his place. But we both agreed his two housemates slightly cramp his style and my place is decidedly more spacious for our activities.

Speaking of our activities, he’s fallen asleep from all the sex, the poor darling. I’m typing this up in the living room, so not to disturb him. But I think it’s almost time to hit the hay. I’ll leave my lovely readers with one final thought. Would you think badly of me if I decide to keep Ben for myself? I’ve been ‘single’ and engaging in casual shagging for some time now. But would you consider me less sexy if I were to stick to one bloke for a while? I promise to continue to document the sex. Plus, I haven’t even schooled Ben yet on the joys of sex in public.

There's No Such Thing as Too Much Sex

With the lead up to Christmas, work has been satisfyingly quiet at the moment. Everyone in the office is eagerly awaiting the holiday, none more so than myself. I'm looking forward to engaging in much eating and some marathon shagging sessions to burn off the calories afterwards. Of course I'll have to make the trip home to my parents, so that will curb any Christmas Day sex I plan on having. But, hey, there's always Boxing Day, assuming I can escape for a few hours in the evening while everyone is engorging on calorific desserts and watching TV.

I took the initiative and rang Ben, my shy Sex God, on Friday evening. I was on the tube going home. The carriage wasn't as empty as I would have liked, so I couldn't be as filthy as I wanted to. But a gentleman outside on the platform did catch a glimpse of my hand disappearing into my blouse as I played with my nipples before the train pulled away. I gave a cheeky smile and blew the man a kiss. 

I have been flirting with Ben via text all week, so it was nice to finally get the chance to speak to him. His deep throaty laugh and gravelly, stuttering voice made me thing of the dirty words he had shyly whispered to me last weekend. I asked him how his day had been and as I listened, I had a burning urge to get myself off. So I buttoned my blouse back up in case someone happened to see me through the glass from the next carriage and spread my legs. I thanked myself for not opting for a pair of tights underneath my skirt. 

When we moved on to discussing our weekend plans, the conversation became a little dirtier. I told Ben I had no plans as such and coincidentally he revealed that he too would be free all weekend. I got excited at the prospect of us meeting up and began to rub myself through my knickers. They were already a little damp. 

I suggested that Ben come and spend the weekend at my place. He quietly asked me what I had in mind. I could almost sense him holding his breath. 

“I’ll order a takeaway and we can drink some wine. I’ll wear something sexy. Or I can wear nothing but a pair of stockings and stilettos, if you prefer. I seem to remember you really liking mine last weekend.”

Ben gasped. He cleared his throat and whispered, “Aren’t you on the tube?” 

I laughed. “Yes, I am.” He really was quite adorable. I rubbed myself harder.

“What if someone overhears you?” he asked, shocked.

“Who cares?” I answered, lightly. “I’m probably never going to see them again.”

Ben didn’t say anything for a moment as he seemed to ponder this. Then he said, “What will we do after dinner?”

I thought this over and whispered, seductively, “I want you to bend me over the sofa and fuck me harder than I’ve ever been fucked before,” I told him.

Ben gasped loudly. “I-I-I think I could do that,” he stuttered after a pause.

I smiled. His breathing had begun to increase. I could hear his excitement clearly through the receiver. I wondered if he was playing with himself, too. The thought turned me on even more.

“I want to ride you all weekend.” I said.

I pushed my knickers aside and inserted a finger inside me. It easily slid in, so I quickly added another. Moments later, both my fingers were coated up to the knuckles in my juices. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, revelling in the feeling.

“I think that could easily be arranged.” Ben replied. He sounded slightly more confident this time.

He was breathing hard now. I was almost certain he was touching himself. I imagined him pumping his big, thick cock in his hand. I breathed heavily down the phone as I worked myself up to my own release.

“If you come over tonight, Ben, I will fuck your brains out and suck that glorious cock of yours until your eyes roll back in your head.” 

Ben groaned and cursed loudly. He began panting down the phone and I imagined that gorgeous face twisting in ecstasy as it had last weekend, each time he came. 

“Fuck,” he panted. “I want you so bad. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week. I’ve been sat at my desk in a daze every day, wondering if I’d ever get to see you again. I had a huge erection the other day in a meeting because I was remembering your gorgeous tits bouncing in my face as we fucked in the bath tub.” 

That made me cum. HARD. The thought of my sexy, shy Ben unable to focus at work and walking around with a raging hard on because of me made me want to blow him right then and there. I shook with my release and moaned down the phone.

After I recovered, I made Ben write down my address and gave him directions from the nearest station. Then I hung up and got off the tube with shaky legs. As I rushed home, I couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought of all the amazing fucking that would take place in a couple hours.

Birthday Sex

So I see some of my readers are eager to know what became of Louise's night with the Birthday Boy. Did she go home with him? Did she find herself bent over his sofa with her £400 dress unceremoniously shoved up around her waist while he plundered her from behind? Did the evening end with Louise on her knees while a semi-conscious Birthday Boy lay across the backseat of a cab, drunkenly thrusting into her mouth? Well, the answer is none of the above. Louise filled me in the next day when she popped in after work.

After Ben and I had made our haste exit, it appears Louise and Birthday Boy, otherwise known as Tony, had engaged in much public groping. He had given her a rather lovely orgasm on the dance floor. "With just his fingers!" she had announced over a mug of hot chocolate. "I kept thinking if he's this good with his fingers, I can only imagine what he can do with his tongue." It appears she wouldn't have to wait very long to find out.

After Louise had coated Tony's fingers with her juices, he had seductively looked her in the eyes, not blinking, as he proceeded to lick and suck each finger clean. This had been a huge turn on for Louise who, she confessed, had never had a man enjoy her taste as much as dear Tony appeared to. When Louise attempted to return the favour by unzipping Tony's jeans and slipped her hand inside to rub his crotch, he had stopped her almost immediately. As he zipped himself back up, Louise had felt rather dejected. Perhaps he didn't think she could give him a good enough hand job. But Tony had quickly quietened her fears by demanding that she come home with him so that he could, "Fuck her until she was red and raw." He's a real sweet talker, that one! But it seemed to do the trick. Louise answered breathlessly, "Oh, yes, please," and away they went.

During the cab journey to Tony's flat, they kissed and dry humped. The cabbie caught an eyeful as Louise's left breast fell out of her dress at one point. Hooray for some indecent flashing! I certainly do approve. As they fell through the front door and made their way to Tony's room, they tore each other's clothing off and fell over a few times. But it didn't matter because they were both going to get laid. So the bruises were worth it, I'm told.

Upon getting her naked, Tony immediately went down on Louise, which shocked her greatly. She has never been with a guy who enjoys the taste of pussy, she told me. I told her that she has not been with the right men! After bringing her on the brink and not allowing her to climax, Louise became frustrated. But good old Tony came through in the end and grabbed her hips and filled her to the hilt with his "monstrous cock". I was a little scared by this description, but Louise assured me it was a good thing, so I shrugged and urged her to continue.

Tony not only put an end to Louise's unwanted celibacy, but it seems he also broke in her bottom. In other words, she lost her anal virginity to him at some point during the night. I believe the phrases "Lots and lots of numbing lube" and "I've never been filled so deep before" were used.

It appears Tony is a man of his word, for he certainly did shag Louise several times during the night and twice in the morning until she was "red and raw". She was certainly bow-legged when she arrived at my front door and hobbled into the kitchen. I have never been happier for her. It appears that birthday sex (even if it wasn't her birthday) certainly is the best kind.