Sex Talk Wednesday - Story Time

And...We're Back!

Welcome back to another Sex Talk Wednesday! Today, I am going to tell you a story that might or might not be true and then afterwards, there will be a couple of questions for you give your opinion on. (And feel free to comment on the story, itself, also.)

It was the end of the work day and I was gathering my stuff to go home when my boss said that he needed to talk to me about something before I left, and could I please stick around a bit longer. He had one person he needed to talk to before it was my turn, but that it shouldn't take that long. I didn't mind waiting, so I went back to work on one of the proposals I had been composing.

My desk was right outside his office and I could see through the huge picture window that separated our work spaces that he must have forgotten that I was still waiting for him because as he was talking to one of my fellow co-workers, they were both now talking about hunting. The way I knew this was because my boss was reclining back in his black leather chair and was laughing the way he does only when he's telling one of his famous hunting stories.

It was starting to get late now - working its way into the 7 o'clock area - and they were both still talking, but this time as I glanced over, both my boss and co-worker had extremely serious looks on their faces. A few minutes later, they both got up out of the chairs, shook hands and started walking out of the office together. As my boss exited his office, he was turning out the light when he saw that I was sitting at my desk. The look of shock on his face told me that he HAD forgotten about me.

He apologized and then after my fellow co-worker had left, the two of us went back into my boss's office. By this time, he couldn't remember what he needed to talk to me about so I figured to jog his memory, we could rehash the day a bit. It was my job to screen all of his calls, sort through all of his mail and take care of all of his correspondence. He had complimented me many times saying that he would be lost without my excellent organizational skills.

I went back to my desk to get the folder of today's mail for him to look through as well as the contracts that I needed him to sign and when I returned to his office, he had pulled out a bottle of cognac and setting out two glasses, asked me if I wanted some, but that it was $300 a bottle, so if I didn't like cognac, not to waste any of it. I'm not much of a drinker, so I politely declined. He told me that he was having a bad day, so HE needed it. After fixing the one glass for himself, he offered me a taste. I couldn't turn down a taste, so I took a sip....man was it strong! I swear to you, I felt dizzy after just that one teeny tiny sip.

After we finished up the business items I had brought in for him, we started talking general company stuff. I had been there a few months and wasn't entirely sure what all the company did, so he was happy to fill me in on the details of who did what there and how the typical daily process worked at the manufacturing plant.

I was completely engrossed in everything he was saying. I wanted to know as much as I could about not only the industry we were in, but also I knew if I had more insight into what each role the key characters played that it would make my job more meaningful.

Several hours had gone by since I first walked into his office but neither one of us was anxious to leave as we were just generally enjoying each other's company. He had swigged three glasses worth of the cognac by this time and I still don't remember how, but the conversation turned to sex talk. And not just any old sex talk, but B&D.

I knew my fair share about the subject due to both reading about and experiencing some for myself, so I was able to follow along quite easily with what he was asking me regarding if I had ever been in a situation where I had to use a safe word...and had I ever used one. (Yes, and yes.) And then he asked if I had ever had a master before. Yes, I had. A couple of them, actually.

After this response, I could see that he was now looking me up and down. I was wearing my favorite mini skirt and blazer that day which accented my small waist and curvy figure on my petite 5'2-1/2" frame. He wanted to get more comfortable, so he got up from his chair and went over to his black leather couch and plopped down with his half-filled glass of cognac. He asked me to come join him on the couch, but I wasn't ready to make that move. (He was my boss, after all.) So, instead, I walked past him and sat at his desk in his comfy leather chair. (NO ONE dared to sit in the boss's chair at work, but he gave me an approving nod.)

As I crossed my legs, I could see that he was staring at them intently. He got up from the couch, walked over to me and lifting my skirt a little bit, he said "Hmm...I THOUGHT so." and then putting it back down, he went back over to the couch and resumed his seated position. Asking him what he was talking about, he told me that not that many women wore nylons with garter belts anymore. I looked down and, sure enough, the way that my legs were crossed, one of my garter straps was showing.

Then after a little bit, somehow the conversation turned to oral sex. I was starting to feel comfortable enough with him by now that I told him ths story about how several years before, I had been caught by my mom while I was hot chatting on the computer and she saw that there were several guys I was having these hot and heavy conversations with and said "What are you, the queen of the blow jobs or something?" As you can imagine, this piqued his interest and with that, he unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out and said, "Why don't you come over here and prove your title to me."

Well, after all of this talk about sex, I was getting pretty hot and I just knew I had already soaked my panties and his ice blue eyes gave me that look that he meant business. I've never been one to turn down a challenge, so I uncrossed my legs, stood up and walked slowly towards him and smiling mischievously, I kneeled down in front of him and got ready to give him the greatest blow job he had had in a long time. (He was older by about 15 years, so I just naturally assumed that his wife hadn't been taking care of him the way a wife should...) I like to make the pleasure last as long as possible to intensify the man's orgasm, so I figured we had all night and I was ready to take my time with him.

To my surprise (and horror, actually), he grabbed my long, golden locks and pulled my head down hard to his quivering cock and forced it in my mouth. I don't mind a little roughness but since I wasn't prepared for a throat fucking, my gag reflex took over and I started choking. He held my down in place and said, "You have a new master now." I love sucking cock, but something about the way he said that scared me and now my only thought was to hurry up and make him cum and then I could leave. The fastest I had ever been able to make a guy orgasm by just sucking him was 5 minutes (I bet a Slurpee on that...and won it...when I was a few years younger.) but I had the feeling that it was going to take a lot longer with him. Especially seeing the way that he was obviously enjoying my now uncomfortableness.

Thankfully, he wasn't THAT huge, otherwise with the force he was using to repeatedly thrust his member into my mouth and down my throat would have made me puke on him. (Guaranteed he would lose the mood if THAT happened and not knowing him that well, no telling how that would make him react.)

I was going at him fast and furious with my tongue circling around his head with every upward movement but he was starting to get frustrated. Never before had I run into the problem of not being able to make a man cum, but it appeared this was going to be that time. He must have realized it too, so he asked me what else I could offer him besides my mouth.

With that, he reached down, pulled up my skirt, pushed my panties aside and inserted two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. His cock still deep in my throat, I softly moaned and he obviously liked what he felt because he lifted me off of him and then guided me toward the wide leather arm rest of the couch where he bent me over, pulled my drenched panties down and shoved his thick cock into my pussy with such force that he had to steady me to keep me from falling over. I was so wet and each thrust was more pleasurable than the last.

While he was fucking me from behind, he was running his fingers through my curly locks and with my hair being one of my erogenous zones, I found myself floating away in ecstasy. Here was a man that I didn't really know that well (but worked with every day) finding all of the right buttons to push...and at the same time. So many thoughts were going thru my head at once and before I knew it he was cumming deep inside me. I know this is impossible, but at the time, I could have sworn that I felt every droplet that came out of him and went into me.

After he finished and we both cleaned up, it was well after midnight and we each had to get back to our separate homes to report in to our significant others. He was waiting for me to finish getting my things together so that he could walk me out to my car and that's when it hit me and all these thoughts flooded through me: I just had sex with my boss. I am going to be back here in this building in less than 8 hours and I will see this man again. And it's going to be weird. Will I get fired? I really need this job. I make good money. And I'm very good at what I do, so I can't afford to be fired. Will he want this again from me? Will this be a regular thing? Or was this a one time only because he had been drinking and he'll forget it ever happened?

I had finished getting my stuff together and was ready to walk out with him when he said "Now I have a REAL sexcretary!"

So....the questions:

Was the story above a portrayal of sexual harrassment? Why or why not?

And, if it was, who would be at fault...the boss, or the secretary?

Opinions, please.

And, again, this could be a true story, or it could be just a complete figment of my twisted and warped imagination. (I will neither deny nor confirm any guesses, so don't even try.)

Vixy :]