Inventory Control (MF, cheat, work)

God, I can’t believe that I did it! And anyone who reads
this I want to be the first to caution you against doing
what I did. It will really screw you up at work, and even if
you do have a moment of nastily wonderful excitement, what
comes after probably isn’t worth it.

It happened one Saturday afternoon when my boss Phil and I
were doing some overtime trying to finish up the cycle
counts on the inventory at work. We’d had nothing but
computer problems all week and had fallen way behind with
the cycle count updates. By working all Saturday we would be
able to catch up so that the inventory would be totally
caught up on Monday.

I had been working since 8 o’clock that morning and for some
reason my thoughts kept going back to the weekend before
when my boyfriend Rob and I had spent the whole Saturday in
bed having great sex. He’s such a stud and he always makes
me crazy with lust when we decide to spend the day under the
covers.

Rob had been away all week on a trip back east to visit his
ailing father. And I couldn’t get the memory of his big
stiff weenie out of my mind. I could envision it in all its
glory; the way it looked when we’d start out, so huge and
thick. Then after his first orgasm how slick it was, almost
like it was made out of plastic. The way it looked when I
got on top of him and started riding him like a rodeo
cowgirl.

I tried to stop thinking about Rob’s handsome body part but
the more I tried to think about other things the hotter I
got, and the more I wished that he would be home when I got
there that evening. I really needed him because I was
feeling super horny. That’s the only excuse that I can come
up with for what I let happen.

Working on cycle counts put me out in the warehouse in the
shipping and receiving department. The only other person was
my boss Phil who was working up in the front office. I
hadn’t seen him since he let me into the warehouse at 8
o’clock and I felt that I was all alone.

Well, the continuous sexy thoughts that I was having about
my boyfriend’s nice dick made me do something that many of
you might have done under the same circumstances. I reached
under my skirt and pulled my panties down and began to
finger fuck myself with the image of Rob’s wonderful cock in
my mind’s eye.

My intention was to get off as quickly as possible; to stop
thinking about Rob and his wonderful meaty male shaft of
pleasure, and to get back to work. But the combination of
being in a place that usually had so many people running
around and the thoughts that I’d had all morning made my
pleasure that much more intense.

The moment that I touched myself down there I could tell
that this was going to be super-intense. I almost jumped out
of my skin as my finger touched my clit; the feeling was
exquisite, totally wonderful. I began to moan quietly as I
rubbed my pussy lips together, using them as a moist
masturbator, rubbing them against my clit and bringing
myself higher and higher.

Time seemed to stand still as my body thrilled to the
pressure that I was causing between my legs, and I closed my
eyes to savor the feelings that were more intense than ever
before.

My heart almost stopped when I heard a rustling sound from
behind me. I pulled my hands out from under my skirt and
tried in vain to pull my panties back up without being seen.
Sitting up straight I looked over my shoulder to see Phil
standing there with his eyes wide and his mouth open. I also
noticed that he had a big bulge at the crotch of his pants.
Fuck! He’d seen what I had been doing. Now I was going to
get it.

Visions of being fired for lewd behavior ran through my
mind. But then I thought about that boner of his that was so
obviously poking out against his pants. And as quickly as
I’d had the fear of being fired, I now wondered what he
might try, knowing that he had the advantage over me, both
being my boss and having caught me doing something like
masturbating at work.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out what his intentions
were. Phil walked over to the counting table and reached
down to take hold of the panties that were already down
around my thighs. He looked into my eyes as he pulled them
down to my ankles. I don’t know why I did it, but I lifted
my feet off the floor so that he removed them completely.

There I was sitting in the warehouse with my panties in my
boss’s hand as he looked down at me. I was scared shitless,
I mean it. I had no idea what was going to happen, what this
man, my boss, was going to do to me. I held my breath as
Phil brought my panties to his nose and watched as he
inhaled a long deep breath as if sniffing perfume from a
handkerchief. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

My boss had to be at least 40 years old, and although he was
tall and somewhat thin, his hair was gray and he wears
glasses. I’d never thought about him sexually, not even
once. Being only 20 myself, and Rob who was a year older
than me, my preference was for someone my own age or maybe a
couple of years older. (Generally when I look at older men
sex with them never comes to mind.)

But watching Phil breathing in my odor like that made me
excited for some strange reason that I didn’t understand
completely. Here was a successful businessman who could have
just about any woman he wanted and he was sniffing my
undies. It made me feel strange, and powerful all at once.

I completely stopped breathing when Phil stepped closer and
bent down, then shoved his face between my legs. I wanted to
yell at him to stop, to be indignant, but when his hot moist
tongue touched my skin down there I couldn’t make a sound. I
watched him as he started to lick me, and fuck me with his
tongue.

God I’d never had anyone do it like that before. Even Rob,
who likes to eat me just fine didn’t actually fuck me with
his tongue. I closed my eyes and spread my legs, leaning
back letting my boss tongue fuck me without protest. The
thoughts running through my head while Phil kept up his
tongue action on me would be x-rated in any media. And
before he stopped and looked up to say he wanted to fuck me
for real, I’d already decided to screw him if I could.

He stood up and so did I, tugging at his belt as he quickly
untied his tie and stripped in front of me. I watched as he
shoved his slacks down and was amazed at his size when his
underwear when next. Phil for 40, looked every bit as good
as Rob who was half his age. I knew that what we were doing
was wrong, that things would never be the same again. I
briefly wondered if I would tell Rob about this or not.

Then it didn’t matter any more. Phil reached into my blouse
and started fondling my breast. I reciprocated by grabbing
his big stiff boner and squeezed it. He sure did have a big
one, at least 2 inches longer than Rob’s and a little
thicker too. It was strange that I could make comparisons
like that and still not seem to care that I was cheating of
my boyfriend. Fuck, I just wanted this guy to stick it in
and show me a good time. I’d already made up my mind that I
wanted to fuck him.

It was all so perverted; to have an old guy like this fuck
me like a whore. At least that’s the way I felt, cheap and
dirty being fucked by my boss in a dirty old warehouse. He
hadn’t even been prepared for any rejections from me. He’d
“assumed” that I’d let him take me without a fuss. Well it
looked like I was going to let him, so I might as well enjoy
it, I thought to myself.

I bent down and without telling Phil my intentions I started
licking the head of his cock. I knew that guys enjoy
watching girl’s giving head so I made a real slutty show of
it looking up for his approval from time to time.

I could see that Phil was really enjoying my oral efforts.
He was standing there; his legs trembling, groaning his
pleasure out loudly, so loudly that if anyone walked into
the building they’d think someone was in pain and dieing out
here.

I felt so in control just then with this older man
completely in my power, it was a new feeling and I liked it,
I liked it a lot!

I squatted down in front of Phil’s big stiff boner and
started to take him in earnest. I can give pretty good head
if I wanted to, and I was trying to impress this older man
with my talents I guess. I started taking him into my
throat, gagging from time to time when he’d get a little too
rambunctious and shove when I was on the down thrust myself.

I could imagine what he must think of me, squatting down in
front of him almost naked, sucking on his big dick. I didn’t
care at that moment, the sensation of my tongue on his dick
was making me crazy and I sucked and harder massaging his
big heavy balls.

I was so horny that I was positively dripping. I wanted
nothing more than for my boss to push me down onto the dirty
concrete floor and fuck my brains out. I could imagine that
huge old dick of his all slick from his pre-come and my
pussy juice all mixed up together; pumping away in me,
thrusting deep, spurting even deeper. God I needed him to do
it, to do it NOW!

That’s when Phil started grunting. Almost like in a slow-
motion film we began to fall back to the floor. He held my
head and gently laid me down with his cock still planted
firmly in my sucking mouth. I couldn’t believe that I was
letting him fuck my face like this. And that’s what he was
doing; fucking me in the mouth like it was a woman’s cunt.

Then I felt it! My boss was coming in my mouth. I started to
choke as his come hit the back of my throat, but he held my
head so that I couldn’t stop swallowing his come. God I felt
so used and dirty, but at the same time I loved the feeling
of being used to give this powerful man pleasure. He was so
much older than me, yet he was attracted to me and had lost
control of himself and was fucking his little inventory
clerk on the dirty warehouse floor like a demon possessed.

When I felt the last pulse of his come gush into my mouth I
gently pulled him from between my lips and smiled wickedly
as I licked my lips and swallowed. He watched my depraved
act and I watched his dick, it was still hard and standing
proudly out ready for some more action. I realized that I
wanted him more than anything right then; I needed him
fucking me hard and fast.

I rolled over pulling Phil to the floor and climbed a top
his body. He still had his shirt on but the buttons had been
pulled off in our lust and now I could see his chest and
stomach. He obviously worked out because I could see his
muscles tense as I lowered my pussy down over his big stiff
cock.

God it felt wonderful to mount this older man’s hot boner
like this. I could feel it expanding my interior cunt walls
as it slid home. I enjoyed the feeling of the meaty male
shaft impaling me like a spear. I wiggled around on it
rubbing him against my clit and immediately experiencing a
twinge of intense excitement. Then as I set up a fucking
rhythm I came almost immediately, but kept up the rhythm for
another few moments to enjoy these wonderful feelings for as
long as possible.

Allowing me no more than a minute to catch my breath Phil
made me stand up and he held me at the waist and shoved his
still hard dick into me from behind. There I was standing in
the warehouse getting it from my boss from behind as he
pumped in and out of my cunt, faster and faster until I felt
him stiffen and loose himself in me.

For a moment I felt like a bitch in heat standing there with
a male sticking his doggy cock into my cunt from behind. He
was shivering and grunting as he released his load into me
like an animal. I knew he was enjoying his come and for some
reason that made me intensely aroused. I reached down
between my legs and began to run my nub as fast as I could.

I could feel his cock jammed between my cunt lips with my
exploring fingers. Knowing that he was filling me with his
come and feeling him doing it, brought me over the top. I
screamed in orgasmic ecstasy as the most powerful rush I’d
ever had in my life racked my body.

Phil instinctively began his fucking motions in me again to
provide some friction to increase my orgasm. I couldn’t
breath for a moment the rush of physical and emotional
satisfaction was just too much for my body to bear and I
almost blacked out.

**

It’s been three weeks since my little session with my boss.
I made the mistake of telling Rob about it and we broke up
that day. The good news is that Phil has given me a raise so
that I can rent an apartment close to work. The even better
news is that I’ve become his mistress and we usually go to
lunch together. We don’t eat much in the way of food though
at lunchtime.