Salaciously Sexy

My Boss’s Partner

My Boss’s Partner

Oh, I knew she’d come.

All night she’d been eyeing me off, filling up my glass with more and more alcohol and flirting with me. I had no choice but to sleep the night; there was no way I’d be able to drive. Karen, my boss, had passed out on the couch. We’d been working long hours and had finished a huge account.

Karen was the nicest person and a great boss. There was not a chance I’d ever think of doing the wrong thing by her, she’d given me a job when no one else even gave me the time of day and I was so appreciative of her, but now this, her partner coming into my room unannounced. What should I do?

Karen had invited me to her house to celebrate, well me and the rest of the staff. They lived in a ritzy part of town and I was curious to see what her home and her partner were like. Her name was Claire. She had a great body, probably worked out, hair was short, boring black glasses framed her face, but it was what was behind them that really attracted me to her, it was her eyes. They were hypnotic.

When she shook my hand, she held it just that fraction longer, staring at me as though almost undressing me and it was as if something passed between us. So, when she came and spoke to me asking me all about my life and how I enjoyed working for Karen I knew it was only a pretense, that what she really wanted, was s*x. I could tell by the way her eyes roamed over my body and I must admit I was flattered.

It was because I knew it that I foolishly thought I had the upper hand. I thought I could have a bit of fun, keep her at arm’s length and boost my ego with the attention she was giving me but as the night wore on my feelings for her grew until having s*x with her was the uppermost thought in my mind.

I think it was her plainness if I can say that without sounding cruel. Her hair so short, conservative clothes which hid what was an amazing body and those glasses but again it was more than that, it was the double meanings she used when she spoke, as though we were communicating in a secret code.

Everything she said related to s*x on some level.

Anyway, after plying me and Karen with drinks, to the point I could barely walk a straight line, and well, I did pretend I was more intoxicated than I really was, that she insisted I stay the night. She assured the others she’d drive me home the next morning and helped me to the spare room. I staggered as we walked, accidently brushing my breast against her arm, wondering if I’s read the signs right if she was really interested or if I’d just imagined it. After pulling down the comforter she left me there and said good night without even a little kiss.

I must say I was disappointed but stripped down to my G-string and jumped in between the cool satin sheets. So, this was how the rich live, satin sheets even in the spare rooms. I could hear her helping Karen to their room and the distinct sounds of Karen throwing up.

Guess she wouldn’t be getting up early tomorrow.

I peered about the room. Mirrored ceiling, very kinky. Floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the marina, antique furniture, half nude prints on the wall and an en suite. Staring up at the mirror I threw back the comforter and stared at my reflection. I ran a hand over my breasts, enjoying the feel of my n*****s as they hardened and wondered what they were doing in their room if Karen was passed out or if maybe they were into a bit of s****l activity.

I imagined them naked and that certainly had me itching for some s*x of my own. I imagined her body, her toned legs, her back muscular, her well-developed arms holding Karen, the plainness gone the vamp out in force. In my mind’s eye I could see her body over Karen, her back above her as she positioned herself between her thighs, their bodies mashed together in a s****l embrace. It has been stupid of me to think she’d be interested. Now I’d have to face her in the morning, and I blushed when I thought about how stupid I’d been.

The more I thought about them the more I realized one day I wanted a life like this too so when I heard the door handle turn, I tried hard not to let her know I knew she was there. My heart thumped and my stomach fluttered. I’d only managed to pull the comforter halfway up and my breasts were exposed. I kept my eyes closed, my breathing shallow, wanting her to think I was half unconscious, almost asleep due to the alcohol but in reality, I was now so wide-awake, eager in my anticipation of something magical happening and desperate for a good session.

She pulled the comforter down exposing my almost naked body. For moments she just stared but when her hand stole down between my legs, I moaned and tried to roll over, you know, move away from her in the pretense of being asleep. It was only a half-heartened attempt and she quickly rolled me back.

“Hey,” I murmured still pretending to be out of it.

She dropped her robe to the floor and stood there naked staring down at me. Through half closed eyes I saw her silhouette as she was in front of the window and the lights from the marina were behind her and from what I could see she certainly appeared to be in top condition.

“I know you’re awake. Very nice,” she murmured, and I flushed at her compliment.

She was exactly as I imagined. Assertive and in control.

She placed her hand ever so lightly on the side of my face and for a second, I thought she might leave, she stayed like that for so long but then her fingers trailed downwards, over my breast causing goose bumps to appear and then further to trace a line along the edge of my mound.

She leaned forward, her fingers groping around at my G-string and with a quick tug she ripped them right off. I gasped, thrilled and excited by her forcefulness even though my skin stung especially at the crack of my bum. In a flash she was down at my snatch, nuzzling in, licking me with the flat of her tongue like a lion would his lioness.

I peered up at the mirror mesmerized by our reflection. My God, we looked so hot with her buried between my open thighs. I dropped them further open, grabbed at my breasts and massaged them in awe of how spectacular we looked together, her beautiful back, her rump rounded and firm, something I desperately wanted to feel.

My legs tightened about her head and I heard her murmur of approval. Encouraged, I moved my pelvis further to her mouth, squirming with desire, letting her know I was eager to participate as I continued to watch myself being ravished by an almost stranger.

It was exhilarating I can tell you and I was rewarded when her tongue slipped down further before she pulled my legs apart, pushing them upwards so she could access me better and ran it down around my puckered hole. I tensed, tried to bring them back down but she wouldn’t allow me. No one had ever done that to me before. I heard a chuckle and then she was spreading my cheeks further and a finger was pushing in gently.

With one finger gently probing my hole her thumb found my clit and she began to rub. I was so hot, trying hard to stifle my moans as she rubbed quicker. I could feel my p***y gaping open, my nub hard, juices dribbling from me as she masterfully brought me to an almost instant orgasm.

Every time she leaned back I could see the action she was giving me and my p***y became hotter as in my mind I imagined Karen in there with us and wondered if she’d ever be a party to something like this, after all look at what her partner was doing to me who she’d only just met, maybe they were swingers or into threesomes.

I grabbed at my breasts, pulling my n*****s, tugging them, pinching and squeezing, enjoying the exquisite pain I was evoking. The thought of a threesome and living in this sort of home thrilled me beyond belief. I relaxed, held my hands up over my head as though manacled enjoying the image I was conjuring up as I lay there while she devoured me.

Then her wet mouth was climbing up my body, kissing my navel, lingering over my breasts before kissing me with such passion I thought I’d pass out. I could taste myself on her tongue and her mouth was all over my eyes, chin, and neck.

Then she was turning herself around to straddle my head in the 69 position. I stared at her hairless p***y, the lips a delicate pink and flickered my tongue over them. She murmured and moaned into my gaping snatch. Eager to please I open her flaps as though they were a delicate flower and tantalized her with featherlike strokes from my tongue, flickering around crazily until she ground herself down over my mouth.

Then I was sucking hard, my tongue darting in and out of her flaps, my teeth nibbling on her nub as she squirmed on top of me. My fingers found her puckered hole and I danced them around before pushing one in and out like I’d f**k her cunt with later.

She rolled us over, squeezing me hard with her powerful arms, then she flipped herself up and down to the middle of the bed where she kneeled between my legs.

Spreading my thighs apart she leaned in, opening me up further. My p***y yawned at her, her fingers, four of them probing for only a fraction of a second before sliding right in. God, it felt fantastic. She finger-f****d me until I was begging her not to stop as I managed to find my clit and bring myself to the almightiest of orgasms.

She rolled over, pulling me with her so I straddled her, my wet pushing grinding on the top of her slit as I slid up and down. Then she was pushing me back, so I was resting on my hands, my breasts jutting forward, my clit hard, pulsating, begging for her touch. She stared at it and then me for a while and I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind and then she rubbed magically over the nub, expertly bringing me to the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.

I wanted to scream as my juices slipped out of me and down her pelvis.

When I thought it might be over, she slapped at my thigh and hoisted me up into the doggy position. Kneeling behind me she slapped at my cheeks. I was scared the noise would wake Karen, but she wasn’t. Welts rose and she rubbed them burning them further by the force from her hands.

My p***y was twitching crazily as she opened my flaps and slid her fingers in again slamming them into me. The bed rocked, the force of the pounding severe. My knees hurt, my legs were weak from the assault, and then she was pulling my butt cheeks apart, her tongue probing my hole deliciously.

I came again, her tongue and fingers bringing me to a state of exhaustion.

Collapsing together I rolled over and then clung onto her, eager for her to stay.

“That was f*****g fantastic,” I said, eager for even more.

“You’re the best,” she whispered.

“Really?” I asked, pleased and hoping this might lead somewhere.

“You bet,” she said, tweaking a n****e before rising to leave me alone.

I had trouble sleeping, even though I was exhausted. Thoughts of a relationship with her, maybe she’d even leave Karen, swirled through my brain. I couldn’t wait to see her again in the morning.

I heard someone, so I showered quickly and made my way to the kitchen. Fortunately, it was Claire; she was making coffee so I came up behind her and hugged her back. She stiffened moving my hands away.

“That was so wonderful last night,” I said, smiling up at her as she turned.

“What was?”

“Us,” I said, confused by the way she was staring at me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Last night. The f*****g you gave me. You remember, you said I was the best you’ve ever had.”

“I think you might have been dreaming.” She laughed as she filled two cups.

“I wasn’t dreaming, and you know it,” I said angrily.

“I’d keep my voice down if I was you,” she threatened. “Wouldn’t want Karen to know you tried to come on to me last night after she fallen asleep. You might lose your job.”

“Wh…what…what, you can’t…” I mumbled.

She took the two cups and made her way to their bedroom, smirking at me over her shoulder. My mouth dropped open. I was dumbfounded.

Bitch!

I was screwed. This one-night stand had been a disaster. She’d played me and I’d been such a fool thinking I had the upper hand. She used me for her own purposes and here I was thinking she was interested, that something would come from last night. I’d been f****d in more ways than one and there was nothing I could do about it.