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My Cuckoldress Mentor
Karen Plumlee was my mentor. She had actually helped me get the internship that had led to my current position. She had been with the company for almost fifteen years. She knew all the ins and all the outs. She had helped me get into an Early-Career Leadership Development Program which served as a pipeline to lower level management positions in the corporation. I considered myself extremely lucky that she had taken me under her wing.
Karen was an upper level manager. She was 44 years old. She was tall, with blonde hair and had long legs and big breasts that she liked to display a little more than was appropriate for the workplace. She had encouraged me to dress a little sexier too. Karen said that, like it or not, we lived in a world where looking desirable helped women get ahead.
I don’t have much in the way of breasts, but she helped me pick out some skirts that were shorter and tighter, that really showed off my legs and my firm ass.
We sat down at a table at the Starbucks near our office. I took the lid off my mocha to let it cool down a little.
“There’s an opening for a project manager in Al’s department,” Karen said.
“Really?” I asked. “Do you think I’d have a shot at it?”
“Well they usually like people to finish their 18 months in the leadership development program.” She took a sip of her coffee.
“Oh.”
“And there are a handful of people who are probably in line in front of you anyway.”
“Right,” I said, stirring my drink.
“But I do know one way you could get the position . . .” Her eyes lifted from her drink and carefully assessed me.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if you fucked Al, I’m sure he’d give you that position.”
“What!?”
“If you fucked him, he’d give you that job. I guarantee it.” She took a sip of her coffee.
“You’re kidding . . . right?” I asked. But, deep down, I think I already knew that she wasn’t.
She shook her head. Her lips formed the slightest smirk.
“. . . I couldn’t do that,” I said.
“Why not, Sarah? You think I’ve never fucked a VP?”
“You have?”
“A few.” She shrugged.
“. . . Which ones?” I asked. I was suddenly weirdly curious.
A smile crossed her lips. Then she took a drink. “Kensington. And Harold Thomas.”
“Thomas?” I asked with a laugh. “He’s ancient.”
“Well, he was only old when I fucked him. And actually, a surprisingly good lay.”
“. . . I could never cheat on Derek,” I said.
“What if you didn’t have to cheat? What if you had Derek’s permission?”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You think Mark doesn’t know?”
“Your husband knows you have sex with other men?”
She nodded.
“. . . And he doesn’t mind?” I asked.
“Mind? He loves it.” She chuckled.
“Really? . . . Derek would never be into that. Plus, I’m not sure I would want to get the position like that anyway.”
“First of all,” she said, sitting up straighter, “All men want it, deep down. Sometimes it just takes a little work to bring it to the surface. Second, you think it’s fair that Charlie Wendle plays golf with Al twice a month? There is nothing wrong with spending a little extra-curricular time with an executive. Men do the exact same thing.”
“. . . I guess.”
“You and I are just far better equipped for it,” she said with a smirk.
I nervously took a drink from my mocha.
“You trust me, right?” Karen said, leaning close and looking me right in the eye.
I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure any more.
“If you follow my instructions, you’ll have that position within six weeks. I guarantee it. No cheating necessary. What do you say?”
I didn’t know what to think. I felt like I had just stumbled into a dark corner of the corporate world that I was wholly unprepared for. Was I really the kind of woman who would fuck her boss for a promotion?
“Listen,” Karen said, “The first step in the system is just shopping. If you don’t want to go any further than that, fine, but let’s go shopping.”
“. . . Okay. I guess.” It was just shopping right?
Karen took me to a nearby mall. We went from store to store picking out outfits, each more risque than the last. Skirts that hardly covered my ass. Taller heels and boots. Patterned leggings that verged on being fishnets.
Karen insisted on paying for everything. She shelled out a few hundred dollars. And when we were done with the clothes she took me to Victoria’s Secret to shop for underwear. Her main criteria seemed to be skimpy and sheer. She even found some seriously padded bras that succeeded in giving me a moderate amount of cleavage.
She picked out a skirt and a lacy, low cut top that she wanted me to wear home. With the padded bra my tits looked huge, for me anyway.
“So this is the first step,” she said. “Start wearing these all the time. To work and while you are at home.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
“And don’t have sex with Derek.”
“Huh?” I was confused. What did that have to do with anything?
“Trust me,” she said.
“. . . Okay.”
“Physical affection is great, just don’t let him cum. Deep kisses, long hugs and snuggling are all good, but when he asks for sex, turn him down. Tell him you have a headache. Or you are too stressed by something at work. Or whatever.”
“. . . I don’t know,” I said. This didn’t feel right.
“Trust me. We want him in the right frame of mind for the next step. It’s just like him buttering you up by doing all the chores before asking for a little loving.”
I nodded.
When I got home Derek saw my outfit and immediately lost interest in the television.
“Hey, honey,” I said, setting all my bags down.
“Hey!” he said, looking me up and down.
I had butterflies in my stomach.
“. . . You like my new outfit?” I asked. I spun around slowly.
“You look amazing!”
“Karen took me shopping.”
“I always liked Karen,” he said with a grin. He got up and hurried over to the entryway. He wrapped me up in a big hug and kissed me. I slipped my tongue between his lips. I felt his hands wander down to my tight ass.
“Maybe we could fool around a little before dinner?” he asked.
My throat felt a little tight. I swallowed nervously.
“. . . I can’t,” I said. “There is a project manager position open. I really need to work on my resume tonight.”
“Okay.” He swatted me on the ass and then went back to the television.
That night I could feel his stiff erection pressed against me as I drifted off to sleep. In the morning I saw his sleepy eyes watching me as I chose a matching thong and bra and put them on. His morning wood formed a tent in the comforter.
I picked out a very short pinstripe skirt and a pair of knee high boots. I put on a black halter top that was just a little sheer in the bust region. I kissed him goodbye and headed to work.
I got a lot of stares. Lustful gazes from my male coworkers and some dirty glares from my female coworkers.
Karen came by my cube around nine.
“You look great!” she said with a knowing smile. “How did last night go with Derek?”
“. . . He couldn’t keep his hands off me. And he went to sleep with a raging erection,” I said.
“Good girl.”
“Karen . . . I’m not sure I can keep it up.”
“Honey, he can last a few weeks without sex. Trust me, he’ll thank you for it in the end. Okay?”
I nodded.
After a few days I started getting used to turning him down. My guilt faded for the most part. I became intoxicated by Derek’s constant arousal and desire. I loved all the attention I was getting from Derek and from other men as well. I felt more confident and powerful than ever. By the end of the first week I was prancing around the apartment in just a sheer pair of panties while he could barely control his lust.
By the end of the second week, his blue balls were driving him mad. He begged me for sex. It was getting tougher and tougher to turn him down.
I texted back and forth with Karen, asking how long I would need to keep it up. She told me just until the weekend. Saturday she would meet me for a few drinks and go over the plan. Afterwards I could fuck him.
Saturday finally arrived. I told Derek that I was going to get a drink with Karen, but when I got back I would have a special surprise for him.
I put on a tight little red dress. It barely hid the tops of my black thigh highs. Derek was practically drooling when I came out of the bedroom.
“I promise I won’t be too long.” I gave him a long, slow kiss before I left.
Karen had a vodka tonic waiting for me when I got to the bar. She got up and gave me a big hug.
“That dress is PERFECT!” she said with a grin.
“What now?” I asked.
“First let’s get a drink in us.”
We drank our vodka tonics down quickly. She ordered another round.
“Okay,” she started. “The key to the whole thing is to slowly work him into a frenzy of lust. When you get home, tease him. Drive him wild, slowly. The most important thing is not to rush.
I nodded. My heart was racing. Was I really going through with this? I guess I was.
“Okay,” I said.
“Just barely brush your fingers against his cock. That kind of thing. Tease him until he can’t take any more. Then when you ask, emphasize that it isn’t for pleasure, it is for your career. To help both of you. And that you will make it worth his while. His wildest fantasies will come true.”
I nodded.
“You can do this!”
“I can do this.”
We quickly finished our drinks and I headed home. Derek turned off the TV as soon as I walked in.
“Hey Sarah!” he said.
“. . . Hey,” I said, sauntering over to where he sat on the couch. He watched me, hungrily. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me onto the couch. He kissed me.
I could taste beer on his lips. I silently thanked my luck.
I straddled him, sucking on his lower lip. I could feel his erection poking me through his jeans. My lips moved down to his neck.
“Oh god, I want you so bad right now,” he panted. His hands groped at my ass.
“I want you too,” I said.
I rubbed myself against his lap and he let out a groan.
I got to my feet and took his hand. He eagerly followed me into the bedroom.
“Get undressed,” I said. He quickly stripped all of his clothes off. I pushed him down onto the bed.
He watched me as I slowly worked my dress off, revealing my matching black lingerie set. Bra, panties, garter belt and thigh high stockings.
“Fuck, you look amazing,” he said, rubbing at his dick.
I turned away from him. I slowly bent over and peeled off my panties. I heard him make a grunting noise behind me.
I turned and crawled into the bed with him. I brushed his hand away from his cock and kissed him passionately. His hands roamed over my body and my fingertips traced up and down the shaft of his cock.
I sat up and turned around. I straddled his face and lowered my pussy to his mouth. His arms wrapped around my legs and he started to lick.
“Oh, you are drenched,” I heard him mumble. He was right. I was soaking wet. Something about his pent up desire for me made my whole body tingle.
I leaned forward a little. I pressed the palm of my hand to his balls. I moved my hand in slow, small circles.
I started to breathe hard. I could feel his tongue moving inside me.
My fingers brushed along his cock and traced slow circles around its head. His cock pulsed and flexed.
His tongue started to flick back and forth over my clit. My chest heaved with each big breath I took. I gripped his thigh with my left hand to steady myself.
“Oh that’s it,” I gasped.
He licked for all he was worth. I shook and trembled and came.
When my breathing slowed I climbed off of him and got between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked him, but at a glacially slow pace.
He moaned and his cock twitched in my hand.
“You want me to suck your cock, baby?” I said.
“Uh-huh!” he groaned.
I held the tip of his cock between my thumb and forefinger. I slowly licked from his balls all the way up my fingers.
“Oh Jesus,” he moaned.
I pursed my lips and blew cold air up and down his cock. I pressed my lips against his shaft and kissed it for a moment. Then I swallowed the head of his cock. He let out a moan as my tongue made slow waves inside my mouth.
He drew in short, sharp breaths. I pushed farther.
“Oh-fuck!”
I pulled my mouth off. His wet cock trembled and twitched. I just watched it for a few moments. I wanted to climb on his cock and ride him, but I fought the urge off. I slowly rubbed my fingers up and down his dick. Then I took him in my mouth again. I quickly swallowed all of his cock. Derek was not especially large. He groaned as I held him deep within my mouth for a few seconds.
I came up for air. I climbed over him and laid down alongside him. I kissed him. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst. My stomach was tight.
“Baby . . . I have a favor to ask you,” I whispered.
“Anything!” he said.
“. . . It’s gonna sound crazy . . . and you don’t have to say yes.”
“Huh?”
“. . . The only way to get that position I applied for is to fuck the hiring manager.”
“What?!”
I didn’t stop stroking him. “And I want to do it. I mean, it’s not like I want to have sex with him, but I want the job.”
He was breathing so fast I thought he was going to hyperventilate.
“With the extra money we could get that house by the river that we looked at.”
He looked confused and lost.
“I mean, I know it sounds insane. But it’s not like you were my first . . . I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.
He mumbled something too low to hear.
“What, baby?” I asked.
“. . . Okay.”
“Are you sure?” I stroked him a little faster.
He nodded.
“Oh baby!” I climbed on top of him. I kissed him and slid onto his cock. He groaned and held me tight as I rode him. He whimpered and I slammed my pussy on his aching, sex-starved cock.
After several seconds he let out a low groan. I could feel him pulsing inside me, filling me up. Filling me up with weeks worth of cum.
“Oh god . . . oh god,” he whimpered.
I placed slow kisses on his neck. I felt his cock shrinking inside me. Eventually I curled up next to him. He was exhausted. He looked like he wanted to say something, but his eyes fluttered and then shut.
I laid awake for a long time, a little in shock at everything that had happened. I couldn’t believe Derek had drifted off to sleep so quickly. I guess it was a testament to the exhaustive powers of a constant state of heightened arousal.
I woke up in the morning with his hard cock nestled in the crack of my ass. I looked over my shoulder. Derek was half awake. I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his cock.
“Ermmuh . . . “ he groaned as I started to stroke him.
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. After a couple of minutes he started to pant and thrust against my hand. He let out a groan and I felt his cum splash across the small of my back.
His arm wrapped around me and pulled me close. His nose nuzzled against my neck and I could feel his spent cock pressed against me.
It was still early and we both went back to sleep for a little while. When we did get up I cooked breakfast wearing nothing but a thong and an apron. I could tell that Derek was trying to make sense of what was happening. A couple of times I thought he was going to bring it up but he did not. After breakfast I bent over the counter and invited him to fuck me. He quickly obliged me.
In the early afternoon I called Karen.
“It worked,” I said.
“I told you it would,” Karen said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
“What happens now?” I asked. “How do I go about . . . seducing Al?”
“I’ll take care of it,” Karen said.
“Really?”
“Sure.”
Monday afternoon I got a text from Karen.
‘Shilo Inn. Friday after work. I’ll send you the room number later.’
‘K’ I texted back. It was hard to believe it was that simple.
Derek and I fucked a lot. Thursday night I was face down on the bed. Derek slammed his cock into me again and again. I gripped the edge of the bed and gasped.
I felt him pull out. He moaned and I could feel his cum raining down across my ass.
He knelt over me panting.
“Did you do it already?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, still catching my breath.
“Did you fuck him already? The hiring manager?” he asked.
I rolled over.
“No.” I shook my head.
“. . . But you’re going to, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. I brushed my fingers over his limp cock. “Do you want to know when it happens?”
After a moment of hesitation, he nodded.
I sat up a little. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock. I caressed his balls and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a minute until he was most of the way hard again.
I took my mouth off his cock. I stroked him and looked up at him.
“It’s gonna happen tomorrow night after work,” I said.
He nodded. “Okay.”
I swallowed all of his dick. I bobbed my head up and down and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I stroked him and worked his balls.
“Oh . . . fuck,” he groaned.
I moved my mouth faster. I wriggled my tongue against his shaft.
“Ohh . . . Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”
I kept my lips latched on his dick. I stroked him and I felt his cum splash against the back of my throat. I kept stroking and sucking until he was completely drained.
He collapsed onto the bed next to me. He huffed and puffed for a second and then wrapped his body around mine.
In the morning I put on the same black lingerie I had worn the previous Saturday. In the corner of my eye I could see Derek watching me as I wriggled into a tight, little grey tweed skirt. I picked out a blouse that showed some cleavage.
“Do I look good?” I asked.
“. . . Great,” he said.
I climbed onto the bed and leaned down and kissed him. My tongue gently parted his lips and my hand worked its way under the covers. I gave his morning wood a few slow strokes.
“You can have anything you want when I get home tonight,” I said.
I felt his eyes on me as I left the room.
When I got to my desk there was a post-it note on my keyboard. It was in Karen’s handwriting.
It said:
Shilo Inn. Room 221. 5 PM.
There was a little heart and the letter K at the bottom.
All day I was a bundle of nerves. The whole situation seemed like a crazy erotic dream. I was tense and distracted. I was also undeniably aroused. Why did the thought of fucking my boss while my husband waited at home make me so horny?
The day crept by. As 4 p.m. approached, I felt like a kid in high school, impatiently staring at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring.
I got to the Shilo a little early and decided to slip into the hotel bar for a drink. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of chardonnay.
“I’ll take a scotch,” a voice behind me said. My heart raced. I knew the voice was Al’s. He slapped a fifty on the bar.
“This should cover our drinks,” he said to the bartender. He took a seat next to me.
“Fancy meeting you here, Sarah,” he said with a sly grin.
I took a big drink of wine.
“Quite a coincidence indeed, sir,” I said.
“Please . . . call me Al.” He rested his hand on my thigh.
Al was tall, a few inches over six foot and certainly handsome. He had a narrow but well-muscled frame. He was in his early fifties and just starting to grey. He had a powerful jaw and a wide smile.
He leaned close to me.
“You know, I’ve really noticed how good you’ve looked the past few weeks,” he said.
“You have?” I felt his hand slide between my thighs. I took a sip of my wine and tried to calm myself.
“Yes. How could I not? You’ve probably had a statistically significant effect on the productivity of the men in the office.”
I tried to laugh but hardly made a sound.
“What do you say we take our drinks back to my room?” he said, quietly.
I nodded, my heart pounding. He stood up. I grabbed my wine glass and followed him. He led me across the lobby, and we got into the elevator.
“You really do look amazing,” he said.
“. . . Thank you.”
We found the room and he unlocked it.
“After you,” he said.
I went inside. He let the door slam. I stood awkwardly near the wall and watched him down the rest of his scotch.
I took two deep breaths. His eyes drank me in as he slowly walked over to me. He put his hand against the wall behind me and leaned in to kiss me.
I stood motionless as his lips pressed against mine. My heart pounded and I cursed myself for not drinking more.
I felt his tongue brush across my lips. He cupped my ass and pulled me up against him. I could feel his cock through his slacks. It felt big. I kissed him back. My tongue slipped into his mouth.
He leaned forward, pinning me between his body and the wall. His hand slid between my thighs.
I gasped into his lips as his fingers pressed against my pussy. He rubbed the damp lacy fabric of my panties.
I awkwardly held my arm outstretched, keeping the nearly empty wine glass away from the press of our bodies.
His lips moved to my neck. He kissed me just below my ear. My chest heaved and my stomach was tight.
“Get down on your knees,” he whispered.
It took me a second to register what he had said.
“What . . . Oh.” I nodded and slowly slid down to my knees. He stepped back a little. I carefully set my glass down on the carpet.
He loomed over me. I stared at his big erection flexing in his pants.
“Go ahead,” he said.
I unbuckled his belt and rubbed my hand over the bulge in his pants. He felt huge. I unzipped his pants and slid my hand into the waistband of his boxers.
I wrapped my hand around his cock. He felt massive in my hand. Definitely bigger than my husband. I pulled it out. It had to be 8 or 9 inches long, at least.
His hand caressed my hair. I held his cock in both hands. I gave it a big kiss on the top, letting my tongue wash over it.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
I placed slow wet kisses up and down his cock while my left hand gently caressed his balls.
“Karen was right,” he said. “My department could definitely use your talents.”
I wrapped my lips over the head of his cock.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned.
I pushed my mouth further down his cock. I struggled with his girth. I tried to swallow as much of him as I could, but I gagged before I even got halfway.
“Here,” he said, “let me help.”
He slowly thrust his hips forward. I tried to swallow more of him. I gagged but he didn’t stop pushing. My head moved backward until it was pressed firmly against the wall.
He started to thrust in and out of my mouth. I gagged and choked. I couldn’t breathe. My nostrils flared. One of my hands pressed against the wall and the other gripped his leg.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned as he suffocated me with his big cock.
Finally he pulled out and air rushed into my lungs. He pulled me to my feet and laid me on the bed. I panted as he peeled my panties off.
“Enhh,” I murmured as he slid two fingers into my wet pussy. He fingered me roughly.
“Ohh-unhh.”
He knelt over my face as he thrust his fingers into me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and licked the head.
“Yeah, suck my cock,” he said.
I stroked him and sucked the first few inches of his thick cock.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. I started to tremble and panted into his cock. His thumb pressed against my clit as he fingered me.
I took my mouth off his dick. I tried to stroke him. My body shook. He slammed his fingers into me and his thumb knocked against my clitoris over and over again.
“Oh-fuck!” I gasped. My body jerked and I let out a little shriek.
His fingers slowed a little and I eventually caught my breath. Al got to his feet and pulled off his shoes and his pants off. He got a condom out and put it on.
“You ready for this cock?” he said.
I nodded, still breathing heavy.
He climbed onto the bed and spread my legs. He spit into the palm of his hand and then stroked himself to spread it over his big dick.
He held his cock at the base with his right hand and slowly guided it toward me. I felt the thick head of his cock pressing against the lips of my pussy. My breathing quickened. I felt him slowly push into me. I felt him slowly stretch me.
“Oh-unhh,” I muttered.
“Fuck you’re tight,” he groaned. He pulled out, an inch or so, and pushed in again.
“Unh,” I panted. “. . . You’re much bigger than my husband.”
“God, that is fucking hot to hear.”
He leaned down and kissed me. My lips trembled. I was too focused on breathing to actually kiss him back. He slowly thrust in and out of me, stretching my pussy a little more with each thrust.
He straightened up and hooked a hand under each of my knees. He pushed my legs out and up.
“Oh fuck-FUCK!” The position made his girth even worse.
He stared down at my pussy and grinned as his thick cock slowly slid in and out.
“Oh fuck . . . “ My pussy was on fire. Every muscle in my core twitched again and again. It felt hard to breathe. My body was awash in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It was dizzying.
“Oh . . . yeah,” he groaned. “Your pussy feels so good.”
“Enhh . . . “ I whimpered.
“Tell me how big my cock feels.”
“. . . It . . . feels . . . “
He grunted and thrust into me harder.
“. . . so . . . “ My whole body was trembling. An orgasm never felt like this before. It overwhelmed me.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, fucking me harder.
“ . . . fucking . . . huge. HUGE.” I drew in quick sharp breaths. I couldn’t get enough air.
He gave me a few more hard thrusts and then pulled out. I thought maybe he was going to cum but instead he rolled me over onto my stomach.
Without giving me a chance to recover he pushed into me again.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped. My hands gripped the sheets. I panted into the bed.
He put his elbows on either side of my head and fucked me hard. In moments I was cumming again. Or still cumming. It was wholly different than with Derek.
My body relaxed a little as I felt his massive cock slide out of me. Suddenly I realized he was kneeling beside me. He tilted my head toward him. His condom was gone. I opened my mouth a little and he pushed the thick head of his cock past my lips. He stroked himself for a minute.
“Oh yeah . . . oh fuck.”
I felt his cum flood my mouth. I gagged a little. I tried to swallow. The rest of it spilled out of my mouth.
I just laid there panting.
“You definitely have the job,” he said, breathing hard.
After a few minutes he got dressed and left. Eventually I sat up and started to clean myself off. I found my wine which, by some miracle, hadn’t spilled. I downed the warm chardonnay and sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, working up the courage to go home to my husband.
When I got home I found Derek on the couch. He had most of a six pack worth of empty bottles around him.
He stood up awkwardly when I came in.
“Hey, honey,” he said.
“Hi.”
“. . . How did it go?” He adjusted his pants. I realized he had an erection. For some reason that was a huge relief to me.
“Good,” I said. “. . . I got the job.”
He looked like he was about to say something, but then he swallowed instead.
“What do you want, baby?” I stepped closer to him. I ran my hand over his erection.
“I wanna fuck you . . . so bad,” he said, a little weakness in his voice.
“You can fuck me,” I said.
His breath quickened. I bent over and put my hands on the back of the couch. Derek nervously fumbled with his belt buckle. He got his zipper down and his cock out.
He bent over me. I could feel his naked cock pressed against my ass through my skirt.
“Unhh . . .” He craned his neck and kissed the corner of my mouth. I turned my head and his lips found mine.
I felt his hands pushing my skirt up over my ass. His thumb hooked my soaked panties and pulled them down just below my ass.
He shoved his cock into me. I could hardly feel him. I hadn’t even thought about how my pussy might feel after being stretched by Al’s huge cock.
“. . . Oh!” he panted. “Oh god!”
He pulled out and thrust in again.
“How . . . big was he?” Derek asked, his voice shaky.
“. . . Are you sure you wanna know?” I asked.
He held my waist and thrust in and out of me. “It’s too late now . . . tell me.”
“He was big.”
“Yeah?” he panted, humping me.
“. . . Way bigger than you,” I said. I wasn’t exactly sure what prompted me to say it, but it felt strangely intoxicating, the power over him.
“Oh god,” he moaned.
“He was huge. Probably nine inches.”
“Oh god . . . fuck . . . Hunh!” He slammed into me. I felt him lose it inside me.
“Oh fuck . . . fuck,” he panted.
Later, when he was hard we fucked again. He begged me to tell him all the details and to tell him how small he felt.
It only took a few days for Derek to work up the courage to tell me he wanted me to fuck Al again.
Al was happy to oblige me. Over the next few weeks I started my new project manager position and Al and I fucked several times. Usually in a hotel, but twice we did it in his office.
About a month after I started my new position a memo came out announcing that Al was moving to a new position in the corporate office back east.
And that Karen Plumlee would be his replacement.
I couldn’t fucking believe it. She had been so insistent that this would help “my” career.
But, the longer I dwelled on it the harder it was to muster up very much actual anger.
I grabbed my phone and texted Al. I figured I might as well fuck him a few more times before he transferred.