2 comments/ 40477 views/ 0 favorites Who's The Boss Here? By: texian For about a month, I have been reading Literotica.com and finally started posting a few stories. I haven't had a really wild sex life, but I figured I should share a few of my interesting moments with other readers. Liza, my assistant, handles all the computer stuff at the office. In short, my PC crashed and I got what they tell me is called a "C-prompt." I don't really know what that means, but they tell me it's not a good thing. So Liza takes a look, tries a few tricks, calls a few friends, then tells me that the computer has probably seen better days and suggests we buy a few new ones. Fine by me, but what about all my stuff on my computer that would be lost? Liza has a friend at TechServ.com who said she could try to retrieve info from my hard drive, and they scheduled to meet last weekend to give it a try. I wish I had just thrown the damn computer in the river. Liza's friend, Beck, and I have never met. But she now knows a lot more about me than I ever imagined. They were successful in retrieving most of my documents -- including my porn downloads and, worst of all, my contributions to Literotica.com. Well, when I came in Monday morning, Liza gave me an odd look and asked if we could talk. "Sure, grab me a Diet Coke and we can visit in my office." Long story short, she gave me a brief overview of the computer situation and said she could get Beck on the line. She dialed the number, hit the speakerphone button and let Beck take over. "I was able to recover almost everything on your hard drive," Beck told us. "But there is one thing I don't understand." "I don't know much about computers, but shoot." "I couldn't find any of your pics," this computer chick Beck told me. "And based on what I recovered from your hard drive, you are a guy who HAS to have photos of yourself." "Why would you say that?" I asked. "Do you think I'm vain, some kind of egotist ..." "No, I think you are an exhibitionist, and all exhibitionists have pics of themselves," she chuckled. "So where are the pics?" Liza was laughing too, and I was stunned. I stammered about for a few minutes, then acknowledged that I liked looking and being looked at. I admitted I liked public nudity, but again maintained (accurately) that I didn't have any photos or tapes of myself naked. "If that's the case," Beck said, "then I'll head over with your new refurbished hard drive and show you how to upload pics of yourself." The phone went dead, and I looked at Liza with a puzzled and slightly shocked expression on my face. "Look, Beck is a great IT person, she works for cheap, she's one of my best friends -- and she thinks she knows you from Hippie Hollow." That's a clothing optional spot on Lake Travis that I frequent, but I wasn't going to admit that to Liza until I figured out what the hell was going on in my very own office. So Liza went back to her office, I started going through the mail, and waited for this Beck woman to show up. About 10:00 a.m., Liza knocked on my door and she entered with a short brown-haired girl wearing about ten pounds of jewlrey. "Jim, this is Beck," Liza said in introducing us. I didn't recognize her, and apparently she didn't recognize me either. "He's not the Jim I was thinking about," Beck said to Liza, "but the plan is still on." Both women giggled, and I just stood there in a daze. "Jim, we're going to have some fun with you. Beck came up with a sexy little plan, and I agreed to go along with it. Don't be mad. Just enjoy it." "Enjoy what!?" I asked, wondering what the fuck was happening. While this was going on, Beck started setting up some kind of equiptment in the corner of my office. I didn't look like computer stuff to me; it looked like photography gear. "Jim, we found dozens of CFNM stories and pics on your hard drive," Beck said matter of factly. "Today you are going to be our nude male, we're going to be your clothed females, and this camera is going to record it all. The disk will be yours when we are done. But based on your Internet browsing habits, I bet you will post some of it." Okay, I couldn't deny that CFNM is one of my biggest fantasies. But fantasies and getting nekkid and posing for my secretary and her friend were two entirely different things. I started to just put an end to this whole strange, surreal situation but Beck beat me to the punch. "I'm a bi-sexual dom and I want you to follow my orders," Beck said, a sudden seriousness entering her voice and demeanor. "Now let's both take off our shoes." What the fuck, I thought. Liza was silent and serene, and I had no idea how to proceed. Beck started taking off her shoes, so for some reason I did the same. "Come smell my feet," Beck commanded. "Now!" I have never had any sort of foot fetish, but with my mind spinning, I went over and put my face down toward her feet. They were heavily perfumed and actually smelled pretty good. She gently shoved my face into her feet, and demanded that I lick her. And I did it, and started to like it. If this was not strange enough, Liza -- who has told me that she has never had sex, except oral, with anyone other than her husband who she met in college -- came over and unfastened my belt. My head jerked up, and Beck almost yelled, "I didn't say you could stop. Keep licking my feet!" And again, my confused brain listened to Beck and kept licking and messaging her feet. Liza got my belt off, went to my slacks, unzipped them and started pulling them off of me. With no shoes or sock on, the slacks came off easily. Within what seemed like seconds, Liza was pulling my boxers off of me and I didn't resist. "Stand up," Beck barked, and I did. "Now take your tie and shirt off and be our little naked play thing." I didn't quite know what the "play thing" was going to entail, but in this transe I loosened my tie, removed it and my shirt, and was now totally nude in my office with my secretary and her computer-expert friend whom I didn't even know. "It's about what I expected, but his butt is better toned than I thought." These were the words from my secretary, who I always assumed had led a conservative sexual life except in the bedroom with her husband. "You can't tell until it's hard," Beck told her authoritatively. "It looks pretty good, maybe bigger than average, but we have to see it hard. "Get that pecker hard for me," Beck almost yelled. I was somewhat aroused, but lamely asked Beck to take off her clothes to help me get hard and to give me a preview of what I was going to screw. "You are not fucking anyone in this room but yourself," Beck declared. "Start stroking it NOW." Confused, excited and intgriged, I started rubbing my dick and it got hard quickly. Then I was told to stop touching myself and stand by my desk. Again, for some reason I did this. My trusted assistant, her friend the computer expert and I were in my office -- and I was bone hard while they were fully clothed and telling me what to do. It seemed strange at the time, and it seems a little strange now, but at the time it was very erotic. Beck started taking photos, telling me to turn this way, turn that way, grab my dick -- even pick up the phone and act like nothing was happening! I did all of this, while Beck snapped her camera and Liza cheered me on in a friendly way. Beck grabbed a trash can by the fax machine and handed it to Liza. "Tell him to come over here and shoot his wad in this waste basket." Shit, why not. So I went to about three feet from where they were sitting and starting pounding my meat. Beck stared into her viewfinder, and Liza stared at my cock. "Cum now," Beck insisted. "Spurt into this trash can. If you are a real man, your spunk will fly above the trash can and hit Liza in her face. If that happens, I will make her eat it all." I was so hot that I pumped liked crazy, and in just a few minutes started cumming. It barely hit the trash can -- much less my secretary's face -- but I came hard and jizzed into the trash can with great excitement. The camera rolled, Liza clapped and I started to come to my senses. The transistion back to the normal was harder than I thought, but I'll save that for the next post. Who's The Boss Here? Brenna was excited the moment she saw the job posted on the company's intranet. Working as a Sales Coordinator would enable her to stretch herself and hone some her hidden management skills. She had survived the first round of interviews with HR, and was scheduled to meet with her ultimate superior, Debbie, at the close of business. She dressed up this day, looking both sexy and attractive in a dark business suit, white blouse with just enough cleavage, and heels, just this short of too high for tasteful business attire. Brenna had dark, almost-shoulder-length hair that looked great any way. Today it looked especially beautiful to Debbie, who was scheduled to interview the aspiring Sales Rep. Debbie secretly harbored a deep crush on the younger Brenna, and had made a point to stop by Brenna's cubicle a few times throughout the day to, quite frankly, fuel her own imagination and sexual fantasies she had been having with her sexy interviewee. Four-thirty took forever to roll around, and Debbie was first to the vendor conference room near the front door of their office. She stood and checked herself out in the reflection of a glass-framed picture. She brushed her blonde bangs and glanced at her full breasts, and ran her hands down her wrap skirt, flicking away some lint. She felt nervous. But why? She was the interviewer, not the interviewee. She waved goodbye to some fellow co-workers as they filed out, including Jenna, Brenna's best buddy at work. Jenna waved, passed by the office door, then backed up a step, stuck her head in and whispered, "You're in for a treat," winking and smiling as she whisked out of sight. Debbie moved nervously in her chair, curiously hopeful about Jenna's vague comment. She had confided in Jenna weeks earlier about how delicious she thought Brenna was. Some 12 years younger than she, Brenna exuded a sexy confidence, and tantalized her and many of the male co-workers with her casual tight yoga pants and open-toed footwear. Debbie knew of Brenna's boyfriend, whose picture was framed in her cubicle, but was nonetheless curious if not hopeful about her sexual preferences. Brenna appeared in the door, and Debbie's felt a zing. She looked stunningly gorgeous and most definitely hirable. She had apparently 'freshened up ' some before the interview, having applied makeup to highlight her already gorgeous cheeks and eyes. Debbie stood to greet her and shake her hand. The feel of Brenna's long fingers and painted nails in her own hand sent a little chill up her arm. As the last of the office workers filed out, Debbie excused herself to get up to lock the front door. She returned. "They both stood close to each other. Debbie some 8 inches taller. She could smell Brenna's beautiful hair. "Well, let's cut to the chase, Brenna." Debbie swallowed hard, fumbled with a thin file folder, smiled, and looked her in the eye. "The job's yours if you want it. I've been admiring your work, admiring you, in fact for some time, and I think you could really help me." The sexual tension was prevalent. "Wow. That's great," replied Brenna, not especially surprised by the offer. Brenna moved closer. "I know you could really help me too. You know, I heard about that little fantasy you had about me." Debbie could feel the blood rush both to her face and her own loins. She was blushing and getting wet all at once. "You and I rubbing one out together in the restroom -- that's pretty hot I must say." Debbie was shocked but glad Jenna had shared. In an instant, Debbie's mind flashed back to the daydream she had concocted during a recent masturbation session at home. She was off guard by Brenna's forthrightness, but nonetheless had to go through with the interview. They sat down and Debbie offered up some soft-toss questions and half listened to Brenna's responses as her mind drifted back to her fantasy... Brenna follows me into the restroom at work. I make my way into the stall and feel her right behind me. She asks me if I'd like to see up close the breasts I had been ogling all morning from a distance. I'm embarrassed and excited as I dutifully sit down and watch her unbutton her shirt. I begin to quickly lower my skirt and take a seat behind the closed bathroom stall door. I start to rub my pussy. I am stretching my body out nearly the full length of the bathroom stall as Brenna pulls her perky breasts -- nipples hard -- and begins to lick and bite. Brenna moves forward and squeezes her boot-clad calves in a vice-like manner against my stiffening legs. As she hovers over me, I can only hope her pussy is moistening like mine. Looking down at me, she sees my eye's alternate between opening wide to watch my nipple-licking beauty, and closing and squinting as I continue rubbing. Brenna's free hand now finds her own waistline. She pulls in her already taut tummy to allow her long fingers to pass beneath the fabric. Her hand disappears to the delightful moist folds of a pussy I long to lick. We are masturbating together. She lets her titties go and places her damp hand now on mine. It was warm from her spit. Her fingers now intertwined with mine. It won't be long before I erupt into a wonderful climax, and Brenna would feel every jolt of it. Brenna's fingers could not resist adding to my fervent rubbing. She grabs my hand and brings it to my mouth. I hungrily lick my own juice. I am so close to cumming. With my hand is in my mouth, self-muzzling my silent moans, Brenna clutches my cunt, and my hips rise and fall in the familiar pattern of a body-shaking orgasm. I buck, feeling the heel of Brenna's hand against my mons pubis. As my O subsides, Brenna quickly stuffs her cute titties' back into her shirt, unlocks the stall door and slinks out. "Well, I'm happy to offer you the position and you start as early as next week," Debbie announced. They stood up and shook hands. Brenna's moved her hand to Debbie's cheek. She glided it down and over Debbie's breast, bisecting precisely her hardening nipple beneath her thin white sweater. She continued to run her hand down to Debbie's hip, then she pushed her back against the conference room table. Brenna moved closer, now placing both hands on her hips. She was inches from Debbie's face when she said in a soft, slow tone, "I'll take the job. I'll do everything I can for you to make you, us successful. I know we'll work well together. But..." There was a pause that left Debbie hanging for what seemed like minutes. Brenna glanced down at Debbie's breasts, looked down at her legs then back up to her widening blue eyes. "...There's a position I have in mind for you." Her hands came up and rested firmly on Deb's shoulders. She patted the sides of her upper arms. She leaned in so close and brought her lips to Deb's ear. Deb was about to faint. She felt Brenna's breasts against hers. "And it's to be my sex toy. My personal, little sex toy. I know that's what you want, but more important, it's what I need. I could tell how you sniff around my desk, how you melted in the restroom. You're a horny little slut who needs someone like me." Debbie could do nothing but nod in agreement. She was mesmerized and so turned on by Brenna's directness. Brenna stepped back and reached down and began to unhook the three hidden buttons securing the subtle slit that angled up her skirt. As she reached the uppermost button, her skirt peeled back, revealing the toned fair calves and thighs that Debbie had longed to touch and lick. She was hoping this would be her moment. Brenna spread her feet, still poised on her high heels, and returned her hands to Debbie's shoulders and pushed her down. Debbie knew what to do. Grasping Brenna's ankles with each hand as she knelt down, Debbie positioned herself with her ass back and head still up, looking for direction from Brenna. Debbie felt the fullness of her own breasts as they hung loosely now in her bra. She wanted to pinch her own nipples, but waited for a tacit cue from her new sex boss. Brenna simply spread her skirt further and nodded ever so slightly, and Debbie began kissing Brenna's ankles. Kisses and licks. More kisses and licks. Slowly moving up past her knees, onto her thighs. As she licked Brenna's soft inner thighs, she spotted Brenna's black lace panties for the first time. It wasn't long before her nose bumped her panty-clad pussy and her lips worked the upper most regions of Brenna's thighs. "Do NOT lick my panties," commanded Brenna. "Pull them down, you little whore. Pull them down to my knees and lick my pussy." Debbie delicately slid her hands up to Brenna's hips and pulled down her panties as directed. She was greeted by a small landing strip of fine dark brown pubic hair and tucked pussy lips that were soon to be unfolded. Debbie placed her hands softly on Brenna's thighs, took a deep breath of Brenna's goodness and began licking slowly. For the first time, she heard a quiet coo from Brenna as she licked slow and long strokes up and down Brenna's pussy. Debbie delighted as her new assistant squirmed beneath her tongue.