The Beginning?

I read somewhere a few months ago that something like 40% of people claim to have had sex at their place of work. I guess I just have never worked at the right place. In fact, where I work now there are 28 guys ranging in age from about 22 up to mid 60's, with me one of the older three or four employees. Then there are a total of two, yes, that's what I said...TWO, women. Both married and, so I thought until tonight, happily so.


Our office manager is a few years younger than me, I believe she is about 52 or 53 years old. But she is truly a fine looking woman. Dark straight hair cut nicely to accentuate her face and highlight her piercing deep brown eyes. And an athletic body to die for. Over the years we have worked together we have gotten to know a lot about each other and our various family issues, our interest in restaurants, what movies we like, and so on. We are pretty good friends.

But I will say that if I am in a meeting, or sitting someplace where I see her when she passes by, I find myself watching her as she passes; and if given a chance to watch her stroll down the hallway, I have, more than once, caught myself licking my lips and imaging, just wondering mind you, what it would be like to see that fine ass naked.

But realistically, I have never entertained any reasonable possibility that I would ever have that chance.

Earlier this evening, I was sitting with her in her office chatting about my "love life," which is one of her favorite topics with me as she seems to get some pleasure from hearing my stories of the women I date. I admit, I exaggerate a good bit, letting her believe (and through her others in the office) that I am something of the player (no reason for her to know I am frequenting escorts). We got to talking about what women like in a man and I began to relate to her some of the education that I have been getting in recent weeks on the sex blogs (without revealing that my source was sex blogs, not something I was ready to share with her). I was commenting on how many women that I had met had an interest, dare I say "fascination" or perhaps even "obsession," with being submissive in their sexual relationships. She began to ask me deeper and deeper questions about this subject, a subject that  am still a bit of greenhorn with, so I was unable to give her a good explanation.

But I noticed that she had perked up when the subject turned to submission and the concept of a dominant man being in absolute control of the sub. Her questions seemed to be flirting around a deeper, more profound interest.

I asked her, not mincing words, "Why, are you into this lifestyle?"

She lowered her eyes, looking at the floor, and I caught a subtle nod of her head.

"What did you say?" I asked, leaning forward into her space a little bit.

She raised her head, and her eyes met mine in a way I had not experienced with her, or for that matter, anyone that I can ever remember. It was almost like her eyes were begging me for something I could not quite see.

"Yes, I am into that idea." she answered and gently nodded her head, "but John isn't." John, of course, being her husband.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then she again lowered her head.

With a single word, barely audible, she changed everything, "Sir," she added as punctuation to her previous statement.


"What did you say?"  I asked, moving even closer to her, now close enough to feel the heat emanating from her body. For her to feel my heat. Close enough that this was no longer co-workers talking about business, no longer two good friends chatting about how each planned to spend the next weekend. No, this closeness meant on thing and one thing only, should I choose to accept the role.

I was now her Master.

I was filled with a surge of both fear and excitement. "What next?" I was asking myself. I mean honestly, at this moment in time I was not at all sure what a Master should or would do. But I went with what felt right.

I felt tenderness was a first message to get across. To let her know that no matter what was to happen later, she must understand that she could trust that at the core I would never do anything to hurt her more than she deserved. I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face back up so that her eyes were looking at me.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, holding her chin tightly. Her eyes had that same begging look.

"Yes sir," she said matter of factly, then added, "I will do whatever you ask."

We were still in the office, still during working hours, so there was not much chance for this to go too far in the actual sex direction, but I was curious just how far she would go. I move my hand from her chin and moved it to the back of her neck and then upwards into her hair. I grabbed a fistful of the hair and pulled her face to mine, and we kissed. It was our first kiss, but it was intense. I held her head tightly against mine as our tongues thrashed.

With my free hand, I took one of her hands and planted it on my rapidly hardening cock. She took my silent instruction and began to rub me, soon pulling down my zipper. When my cock sprang from its confines, I pulled her head from my mouth and turn it downwards and pushed. There was resistance, but it felt more for show than for real. When her mouth reached my dick, I felt her breath as she opened wide to engulf the head. With my hand setting the pace, she began to suck me. With increased speed she began salivating heavily and my cock was plunging full length, deep into her throat.

The suddenness of the event had taken me by surprise, but I was already feeling a new sense of contentment. I was not sure what the nature of this contentment was, but certainly having her sucking me was having a distinct impression. I began whispering is her ears, whispering nasty things, things I really could not imagine saying a woman,

"Suck that dick, you slut!" I would say on one thrust of her mouth down the length of my cock, followed by, "Make me cum in your mouth, whore!" And with each such statement, she moaned around my shaft and the intensity of the blowjob would ratchett up a notch.

When I felt my orgasm rise, I took her head in my hands and began to thrust my hips forward and pull back. On each thrust driving down her throat and then yanking back so just the head was still in her mouth. Then I'd slam it in again, my balls slapping her chin. Faster and faster, in and out, in and out, in and out!

I let her know with my ever increasing thrusts and my loud moans that I was about to cum. As I felt the rush of semen coming up my penis I pulled out and shot a hard load the landed on her forehead. Her mouth was open like a baby bird await food, so I directed the next spurt to her tongue, then slid back inside to let her feel the remaining tremors as she emptied me.

I stood, looked at the jizz drizzling down her face.

"We'll meet later," I said and walked from the room, straightening my pants and zipper as I left.

As I walked from her office, I ran into our boss heading towards her office.