So, as I’ve said in my past journal entries, I work in medical billing for a large dental firm. Yeah, I know, thrilling!
The only sex in the work place I’ve had was with that beautiful Cape Vervain woman two years ago and, by the way, we’ve had no contact since they moved away.
I’ve always wanted a playmate at work, male or female, just somebody who can understand my desire and need for sex and attention. But, actually, I’m a wallflower and not really social at work. Nobody knows in my office of over sixty people that I’m a total slut, a swinger and polyamorous woman.
So, it was spring and we’d finally got some good weather and wore lighter clothes and… well, hormones were raging, especially mine.
I was in the cafe room where most people eat lunch or get coffee, when Dr. C asked the room where we went for seafood, in particular clam roll and fried goodness.
Everyone had suggestions but I chimed in with, “Right down the street at Salem Willows.”
He had no idea about the place, which is somewhere only true locals know. I said I’d show him if he wanted — and he said he’d buy.
“You’re on!” I said. I love the friend clam roll there; it’s divine.
About an hour later, he asked, “You ready?” and I arranged to meet him in the parking lot.
I met him at his car: a BMW SUV X6, very nice, and we headed to the park for fried seafood and stuff, exchanging small talk on the way about food and the area.
Dr. C is about 5’8”. I wasn’t sure of his nationality at that point but I’d guessed at Persian. His skin, eyes and hair were very dark. Not a looker to most women, I guess, but we’d always been nice to each other.
We got out of the car and there wasn’t a line at the window. We both ordered the clam roll plate and lemonade and waited for them to call our number. And, yes, he picked up the tab.
I told him about the park and the area and got to know a little more about him. He didn’t have kids, had never been married, and was born in India. He came over for dental school and stayed. He said he was forty-seven years old but he looked younger.
They called our number and we walked back to the car. I said, “It’s nice to be out in the world. Let’s drive to where we can see the water and eat there.”
I showed him where to park and he was surprised and happy with the scenery.
While we ate, he looked over at a car further away. Smoke was coming out. “This must be a great place to smoke weed, I guess,” he said and laughed.
“Well, yeah… and other things.”
“I can imagine.”
I asked if he smoked weed. He had but said it wasn’t something he did too often and he asked me the same question.
“I do enjoy wine and weed from time to time and it’s something I’ve done here before.” He laughed and I said, “You don’t wanna know what I did last time I was here.”
He laughed again and said, “Really? Go on, tell me.”
“No, you wouldn’t like it.”
He promised not to tell and said that he’d bought me a clam roll so…
‘Doh, what the hell,’ I thought and then told him, “The last time I was here I was not only smoking weed but I gave a blow job.”
“Is that all?” he said, smiling. “Your husband must have been so happy.”
“What makes you think it was my husband?”
“Oh, was it a long time ago, then?”
“No, it was last fall.”
“Nooo,” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh, but yes,” I said.
“You naughty girl.”
I nodded. “That’s me… I’m a naughty girl.”
“I never would have expected it.”
“Yeah, well I don’t broadcast at work, you know.”
He asked who was the lucky guy and I told him it was a friend I met online.
“You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not,” I said and told him that we’d chatted and then arranged to meet.
Dr. C seemed to be shocked. “Did you know it was gonna happen?”
“Well, we pretty much knew. Then he just asked and so I did it.”
Now I could see that Dr. C was definitely shocked and I said, “Hey, we’re all adults.”
He stared at me. “So, he just asked and you did it?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” I said and smiled at him. “Why? Are you gonna ask me?”
He gulped. “Why, are you gonna say you will?”
“Only if you ask.”
“Your are joking, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Okay…”
“No, I mean… how would one just ask?”
I laughed and said, “Grow a set of balls and just ask. Simple.”
So, he finally said, “I was wondering if it wouldn’t be out of line to ask you for a blow job?”
I grinned. “Only if you’re serious.”
“I am.”
“Okay, well recline a little,” I said and he did. He also helped me unbuckle his pants and I fished out a hardening dark brown uncut cock. It had good girth and a big head and looked around six to seven inches long.
I went to work on his cock and he moaned and said that I was beautiful and he always walked by my office to look at me. I felt his hands on my back as I sucked away. I enjoyed sucking his cock; it smelled and tasted different and he responded with a ton of pre-cum.
He felt up the back of my shirt and groaned until he twice filled my mouth with huge loads of cum. I swallowed it all.
I said, “See, all you had to do was ask.”
He was a little out of breath. “Wow,” he gasped, “that was amazing. Thank you.”
I said we should get back to work and as he drove I said, “Great, look what you did to me,” and lifted my skirt to show him my wet pussy. He almost died but asked if he could see it again.
“You’re my boss. You can ask or tell me anything,” I said, smiling, and we got out of the car and walked into the office.
Only one co-worker asked me how things had been. “Little awkward but nice. He was very grateful about everything,” I said.
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I got an email from him later that day thanking me for lunch and wondering if I was available for dinner.
I replied that if I could get free I would — but I seriously didn’t think that would happen.
The next morning, he said “Hello” to me and went about his day. I did get another email, saying he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and asking if I could go to his house for dinner that night.
‘I can’t,’ I replied.
‘I’m not asking’ — and he added a smiley face.
I had to admit it was cute and I’d like to have him fuck me. But I didn’t think it was possible. Then I found out my man was going out to watch the Celtics and I thought about it all day. Should I risk my job and pass up meeting other men I want to see? What should I tell Dr. C?
He walked by my office a few times. “Hey, Dr C,” I said when he was passing one time, “do you like the Celtics?”
“Not really. Why do you ask?”
“My man does. Go check your email.”
I’d sent him, ‘My man’s going to the Celtics game… so what’s for dinner?’
He responded: ‘Dinner is at 7pm’ and added his address.
I dressed in leggings and a blouse that would come off easily and, as soon as I could get out of the door, I drove to his place. It was close by and very nice.
After ringing the bell, I was escorted in by him. He was grinning and said, “I can’t believe you’re here,” and he told me again how beautiful I was.
It seems dinner was not to be extravagant. He’d ordered a pizza and salad but he had good wine. I took advantage of that and he began asking tons of questions about my sex life and marriage. Some were too personal but I answered as best I could.
Then the wine kicked in and he began getting too confident, asking stuff that I felt was too romantic and, perhaps, heading down a wrong path. It began to turn me off and I asked to use the bathroom.
Walking away, he commented on how great my ass was and I pulled my pants down so he could see more. I stayed quite some time in the bathroom, hopefully long enough to change the mood. And it did.
When I returned, the glasses were refilled and he was on the couch. To speed things up, after swallowing a few gulps of wine, I lay across his lap, pulling my ass up on his legs. He began massaging me and telling me how many times he’d dreamed of squeezing my ass. Eventually, he pulled my leggings down and began kissing my ass. So I arched up and pulled them down further and so began a short oral session.
It wasn’t very good and his fingernails hurt a few times when I allowed him to finger me. He asked that we move to his bedroom which had a huge bed and I disrobed. He did, too, and we stumbled onto the bed with him on top of me.
He fumbled around for a condom, saying he hated them.
“Don’t use it, I’m on the pill,” I said and he threw it down and plunged right in with his hard brown cock.
He raised my legs up high and gave me what he obviously thought was a pounding till he pulled out and came over my stomach and tits. I jerked every drop out of him and massaged it in my skin while he collapsed out of breath.
Then it all went wrong with the questions.
“How do we tell our co-workers?” he asked.
Immediately, I said, “We don’t.”
“But they may see us together, closer.”
“No they won’t. I’m married and you’re a superior in the office.”
He seemed puzzled and I explained, “This isn’t a thing. Don’t read anything into it.”
He was down from there on. I believe he thought I loved him and we would have an affair, dating till it was time for me to move in.
UGH!
I explained to him about being polyamorous and the lifestyle my husband and I lead and he seemed very sad. Getting dressed, I said that I’d enjoyed our time and if it was going to happen again (and I knew it wasn’t) he’d have to be cool. He promised that he was — but I saw in his eyes that he was sad about the situation.
He’d just got laid and I could tell that didn’t happen often in his life, no matter how much money he had. I kissed him on the cheek and left the house. He said he was off to bed.
I was sober, covered in Indian cum, and hadn’t got off. I was also hoping it wouldn’t be awkward at work.
When I got to the end of his driveway I was yelling, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” knowing that my fantasy hadn’t wound up the way I’d hoped. I wanted sex not date night love making! Eeek!
I looked at the time and turned on my radio. The game was in the fourth and I headed home. I went to my app for my favourite website to see who was online. Luckily, I saw Paul (see the journal entry called Paul) and I messaged him, asking what he was doing. He responded that he was watching the game and masturbating to pictures.
I asked if I could go over and help him. “Off course,” he said. Naturally!
I drove there and I got buzzed in and went to his apartment. I walked right by his roommate, who was grinning at me, and knocked on Paul’s door. He was on his bed, candles lit, and the game on TV. He welcomed me in and I disrobed and jumped into his crappy queen bed and let him fondle me.
“What happened?” he asked. “Why are you here?”
I told him and warned him not to go down on me as it may smell like India down there. He just laughed, said, “That’s fine,” and dove face first into my ass and pussy till he was pulling me into a 69 .
I greedily sucked his cock — almost like I was angry with it — and got properly fucked. I rode his cock till I came all over it and I assumed he was close. But, he’d masturbated to climax recently so I was flipped over and fucked doggy style. I came another time and let him fill my cunt.
He thanked me and I told him, “I needed that,” and apologised that I had to cut it short. It was way past the game end, so I ran out the door after thanking him and allowing one picture of my pussy filled with his cum. Gross!
I easily beat my man getting home from the game, and even had time for a long bath before I fell asleep. I felt him come in, squeeze my ass, and kiss me, but I didn’t move and he went right to sleep — as always.
I woke up the next morning feeling good from Paul but worried about what might happen with Dr C at work…
