A Female Boss & Her New Employee

A Female Boss & Her New Employee


"Well Michael, to be honest, I am very impressed with your extensive resume. You have a wide range of experience already, even at such a young age. It is rare that I see the resume of a twenty-three year old with as much under his belt as you have." I told him, lazily allowing my eyes to wander down to his crutch. I wanted him to know what else I needed help with around the office.


"Erm, well, thank you Mrs Stanley," he mumbled, clearly taken aback by my obvious reveal that I was eager for his cock too. 


I wasn't just eager for it, that was what would clinch the deal for him. I wasn't lying about him being the best candidate for the job. But what I really needed much more than an employee who could undertake my general day-to-day office needs was someone who could replace my husband in his bedroom duties. 


My husband was much older than me, and now my main concern was having a man who could replace him in fulfilling my wild, perverse sexual needs. Of course young Michael would have to undertake the bedroom duties on top of my desk, or on my office carpet, or in any of the other places around the company and on business trips where he could fuck me without anyone finding out and me having to fire both of them!


In my early forties I was definitely a woman well worth pleasing. Even a young guy like Michael would have difficulty in finding a woman as wild and wanton as I to spill his youthful seed in and onto. 


I could give any teenage girl or young woman a run for her money and I was sure he would be fully satisfied by the agreement. The only problem I foresaw, however, was his pretty young wife. But that was his choice. If he wanted the job, he now realised the sacrifices he needed to make, I noted, looking down at his midsection and seeing his cock rising like a Phoenix ready to fuck me with his warm wanton shaft. If he was as good as his resume said he was, his wife would never know, so there was surely little for him to worry about.


"Do you understand the full needs that this position entails?" I asked, now standing up from my desk and walking over to him, allowing him to see me again in all my glory. 


I had dressed for the occasion. A long, sexy pink dress with a wide spit down the side showing off my hot shocking bare legs and running all the way up to my red panties. 


His shock clearly intensified as his cock hardened and lengthened even more, now seeing how much I was revealing to him. The red lace of my pretty panties positively made him wet at the tip I was sure.


"Yes, ma'am," he whispered weakly. 


Now I was a little worried that young Michael might not actually be the man for the job after all, and instead another weak willed boy looking to fill a role way out of his depths. 


My breasts bulging out of my blouse, my nipples hard and wanton for his youthful cock inside my wet wanton vagina, I had been so sure he would be the one. 


Looking down at his crotch, a light change of colour was evident there. He was positively wetting himself for me. But clearly, the pull of his wife was stronger than the desire for him to let his greasy cock fuck me as hard and deeply as it could, and how I so desperately needed it to. 


Perhaps he needed another little light push in the right direction, I thought, as I hoped up onto my desk in front of him. Sliding my dress to the side, I revealed in full, my now wet red lacy panties.


His eyes staring at my panties his wet patch seemed to double in size. Now, he would now have to make the most important decision of his life.


"Well Michael! Do you accept the terms of the agreement," I asked running my fingers gently from the top of my knee all the way down my leg to the inner inside of my thigh. 


"Will you take the job? Or shall I offer it to one of the other, less suitable candidates," I asked him.


His mouth agape at the sight of my clearly wet panties before him, he gave me his response.


"I accept Mrs Stanley," he agreed.


"Good," I snapped. 


My prize won, slipping the red panties from off of my ass and down my legs, I hastily deposited the wet lacy panties into his lap.


"Then what are you waiting for boy, get on your knees and get to work straight away." I demanded, my pussy desperately eager for his warm wet tongue.

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