Ashley and her Boss

Life was wonderful for Ashley. The jovial, happy-go-lucky secretary was locked and secure in her job, and her sex life was as good as it ever had been. If she wasn’t on her back getting fucked by her boyfriend, the 24 year old blonde could probably be found performing her boss’ favorite type of dictation with him in the small office building.

Ashley’s slutty ways began when she was a teen-ager, and they just carried over into her adult life. The woman simply loved to have sex. If it was up to her, the common greeting between two people would not be a handshake or a friendly “hello”. With her, it would be a fast, hard fuck. That would make her very happy.

Work was easy. Though her job title was `secretary’, she was actually a sex toy for her boss. Ashley had very little skills when it came to being a secretary. But on the other hand, she was extremely skilled when it came to sex. She would go to work every Monday through Friday and do a few secretarial tasks, but was always ready for her lustful, much older boss. Over the past year, the young lady had learned that Stan, her 59 year old boss, could call on her at any given time for another round of sex.

On this particular afternoon, Ashley was comfortably seated at her desk in the office, busy writing a letter to one of her out-of-state friends. It was her best way to pass the time, since she had not heard a word out of Stan all afternoon long. Not concerned with the operation of the company, Ashley was just waiting for 5:00pm to come. That was when her shift ended. She figured that by writing a letter, time would go by a bit faster.

Ashley, as usual, looked beautiful. She wore a snug-fitting black blouse which had long sleeves, and a black-and-white plaid miniskirt made of cotton and stretchy lycra. She also had on a pair of black high-heels. Her long, natural blonde hair was braided very nicely, and her mascara was absolutely perfect.

“Ashley?” came Stan’s voice through the intercom system.

The young woman recognized that devious tone in his voice. She smiled because of it, while pressing the intercom button before saying, “Yes sir?”

“I need you to take some DICKtation for me.”

The smile on Ashley’s lovely face got even wider. Her day at work had suddenly taken a turn for the better! “Sir, give me a second, and I’ll be right in.”

In the adjoining office, Stan turned the intercom system off and then reached for the bulge in his slacks. His erection was already at full strength, and it hurt because it strained against his slacks. He gave his cock a single pump, adjusting it. Now, he felt a bit more comfortable.

“What the hell…” he said outloud, smiling, deciding to unbutton his slacks. He pushed his boxers down a bit, and then his hard cock popped out into view. It stuck straight up in the air, like a flagpole. No longer confined, the hurt was gone.

Stan gripped his cock as the door to his office opened, then Ashley brought herself and that hot body of hers inside. Stan pumped himself at the sight of his secretary in her sexy outfit. “Afternoon, sweetheart,” he grinned.

“And a good afternoon to you too, sir,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Don’t worry! No one is going to bother us. I put the `out to lunch’ sign on the front door and locked it. I also turned on the answering machine for anyone who calls.”

Stan smiled again, and motioned for his secretary to come closer. She did, sashaying sexily over to him, and then took a seat in his lap. “Oooooh,” the slut cooed, looking down and noticing his huge erection. “Is that for me, sir?” She reached down and gave it a gentle pump of her own.

“It sure is,” he replied, placing a hand on her hip. “Did I ever tell you that you’re my favorite secretary of all time?”

Ashley smiled at him. “No, but I already knew that. And I also know it’s not because of my typing or filing skills.” Her smile became wider. “It’s because you’re a dirty old man, and I let you do anything you want to me.”

“Dirty old man?” he laughed, liking that. “What? I’m 59 and you are 24. But age is just a number. I feel much younger.”

She gave his cock another squeeze. “I’m glad you do, sir.” Then, the blonde reclined back just a bit, and starting tugging at the lower half of her blouse. “But you’re still a dirty old man. A dirty old man who cheats on his wife of 30-plus years.”

Stan shrugged his shoulders. “If my wife was as hot as you, and as sexually driven as you, maybe I wouldn’t cheat on her. But she is almost as old as me, and has no interest in sex any longer. Where do I get my satisfaction, if not from her?”

“From ME,” Ashley grinned, pumping his hard shaft again. “I am your little plaything; your personal fuck toy.” She kissed the tip of his nose, and giggled. “I’m definitely not worried or upset that you cheat on your wife with me.” She shrugged her shoulders and suppressed a laugh. “After all, you’re not the only married man I have fucked in my lifetime.”

Stan grinned. “And I likely won’t be the last one, either.”

Ashley pulled her form-fitting blouse over her head and off, exposing her large pair of breasts, and the tiny white bra which concealed them. Stan reached out and cupped each jug-like globe, enjoying their vast firmness. Ashley looked down and watched him massage her breasts for a bit, before finding his mouth for a deep and passionate kiss.

The boss and secretary duo wrapped their arms tightly around each other as the kiss became even more extreme and heated. Both tongues played with each other, going from mouth to mouth, as all four hands were in constant motion along shoulders and backs.

Ashley broke off the kiss so she could began unbuttoning her boss’ shirt. Meanwhile, Stan unhooked her bra behind her back, and whisked it off. He again cupped her breasts, thumbing each thick nipple. Once unbuttoned, Ashley pushed his shirt down and let it fall to the floor.

Stan embraced his secretary again, this time roughly, then leaned over and kissed each of her nipples. Ashley, meanwhile, maneuvered his slacks and boxers lower. Stan responded by pushing Ashley out of his lap and then standing up, letting his his slacks and boxers fall to the floor as well.

As he stepped out of each, Ashley dropped to her knees in front of him and grasped his cock. Stan moaned and smiled in utter pleasure as he felt her moist lips wrap themseleves hotly around his hard erection. “No one can suck cock better than you, sweetheart,” he gently told her. “Absolutely no one.”

Stan leaned over and placed his hands upon Ashley’s back as she stood in her knees in front of him. He caressed her back and then reached lower, all the way to her skirt-clad ass. Bent over now, Stan tightly gripped and squeezed Ashley’s sweet ass as her arms were wrapped around his waist, her mouth sucking his cock.

The blonde squealed as her boss continued groping and mauling her ass. She rocked back slightly, jutting her backside out, so Stan could have better access to it. He moaned as she continued blowing him, while unbuttoning the back of her black-and-white miniskirt. He undid all three tiny buttons and then peeled the ultra-tight skirt open, and down slightly.

Stan then reached inside the back of her skirt, and rubbed her firm ass and the frilly white panties underneath, just before pushing the skirt off, down to her knees. The woman gyrated her hips in erotic circles as Stan’s hands continued groping away.

All the while, Ashley had been working on his hard cock, busy sucking and slurping away at it, her head bobbing back-and-forth in front of him. She loved to give head. It was one of her most favorite activities to take part in. If Ashley could suck off every single man in the entire world, she would be very happy.

Stan decided to take a seat in his office chair, and Ashley followed him, her mouth never leaving his erection. Stan looked down and admired the sight of Ashley. Her lips formed a big ‘O’ around his cock, as her brown eyes shined in delight up at him. She simply had a lovely face; a gorgeous face, and her long, stylish blonde hair framed it perfectly. And the rest of her shapely, taut body was absolutely divine to Stan. It looked even better now, since she was nearly nude. All that remained on her were the high-heels and panties.

Ashley’s head continued bobbing, now over his cock, as her right hand started to pump its base.

“I love your cock, sir,” she said, taking it out and offering a long lick in the open air. “I just love it!”

“I love you,” Stan groaned lowly, not loud enough for her to hear him. He smiled down at her, giving her a reply. He did love her. If not for his wife, Stan wouldn’t mind taking Ashley home and using her as his full-time fuck doll. She was every single thing which he had ever fantasized about in a woman.

Ashley took his cock back into her mouth and resumed her sucking action. Stan countered by rubbing her shoulders and neck, his fingers digging erotically into her skin. He also started thrusting his hips upward each time Ashley’s mouth went on a downstroke.

“Come here, honey,” he said, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up, her mouth leaving his cock. He reached out and quickly slid her panties down and off, then spread his legs in the chair and grasped his erection, so it pointed straight up.

Ashley stepped astride his outstretched legs and then took a seat herself, his hard cock sliding right up into her wet pussy.

“Oh, sir!” the slut moaned loudly, as she started to bounce up-and-down upon his thick shaft. She used his shoulders for support as he reached out and again mauled her breasts with both hands. Stan slumped lower in the chair, almost to the point when he was laying on it, his knees bent and feet on the carpet.

“You’re incredible, sweetheart,” the boss moaned up at his secretary, watching her large breasts flop about as she bounced upon his erection. He had a perfect view, able to watch his cock disappear and then re-appear between her thighs, in a continual pattern. His hardness filled the slut’s tight pussy, bringing her wonderful and erotic sensations of passion.

“You’re incredible too, sir!” Ashley squealed, full of lust.

Stan smiled and grasped her hips, hoping to make her bouncing motion faster and harder. He was successful, and it only brought more pleasure to each person. Stan then gripped and squeezed her ass, mauling it, and continued the assistance with her bouncing.

“FUCK SIR!” Ashley screamed, as she felt one of his fingers pressing hard against her puckered anus.

Stan gasped and smiled up at her. “You like that, baby?”

“FUCK YES!” she boomed, quickly losing her modesty (not that this slut had much to begin with). “OHHHHH! Keep fucking me!”

“You nasty, foul-mouthed little bitch,” Stan smiled, slapping her hip with his hand. “Someone needs to wash your mouth out!”

“Yeah,” she exclaimed, “with cum!” Ashley moaned very loudly and then added, “Will you do that for me, sir? Cum in my mouth?”

“Anything you want,” he said, laboring to keep up with the fast-paced sex action. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, baby.”

“SIRRRRR!” the slut cooed, his cock pounding her insides.

“You’re nothing but a bimbo!” Stan exclaimed, enjoying the leniency to degrade her. Ashley liked being talked down to. “You’re so much a bimbo, your only worry is who you fuck next!”

“I’m thinking about that right now!” Ashley laughed, still bouncing up-and-down wildly. The action between them was so serious and extreme that each time Ashley went on a downstroke, her ass made a hard SLAPping noise as it pounded his hips.

“Up against the wall!” Stan exclaimed, hoping a change of sexual position would let him last a bit longer before orgasm.

Ashley complied, quickly slipping off his hips and going over to the wall. Still in the pair of high-heels, she placed both hands against the wall and leaned over, jutting her ass outward. Stan quickly moved up behind her and grasped her hips, and started thrusting his cock into her pussy, once again.

“FUCKING SLUT!” he screamed, losing himself in the heat of the moment. The sight of Ashley bent at the waist and grabbing the wall as he fucked her pussy from behind made him feel even more excited than before.

Stan loved this position, having the ability to grab her ass and pound his pelvis against it, while his cock infiltrated her insides. This was also a good position for anal sex, he thought.

Stan wanted the mutual fucking action to continue, but just couldn’t hold himself in much longer. Orgasm was imminent, and he could already tell that it was going to be a powerful one.

“I’m gonna CUM!” he screamed, still thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked pussy.

Ashley immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, and fastenened her lips around his trembling cock. Her fingers kneaded his balls as her mouth and tongue worked on his shaft, causing it to suddenly erupt, quicker than expected.

Ashley gagged and then smiled as his thick, gooey sperm shot into her awaiting, thirsty mouth. Stan closed his eyes tight and moaned in pure lust as the blonde slut beneath him busily slurped and swallowed his rich load down her throat. He looked down and noticed her piercing brown eyes staring right back up at him. He smiled at the sight, completely lost in lust with his very own “Tickle-Me-Ashley Doll”.

“Oh, sir…” Ashley moaned as Stan took a seat on the floor beside her. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her, not at all concerned that her mouth was coated with his own cum. Stan then reached out and embraced his secretary, holding her close.

“I got this private beach house down the coast,” he told her. “How would you like it if we went down there for a weekend?”

“A weekend?” she asked softly, thinking. “I’ll have to ask Robert, my boyfriend, but I’m sure he won’t mind since I’ll be with you. He knows what goes on between the two of us here, you know. But could you last for the weekend, sir?” She smiled sweetly at him. “I may wear you out the first night.”

Stan grinned as well. “Don’t worry, I won’t wear out that easily. I’ll be prepared for an entire weekend with you.”

Ashley kissed his shoulder and said, “Instead of calling it a beach house, we’ll be able to call it a fuck house!”

And after what happened at the beach house, the statement Ashley made was very accurate.