Secretarial Duties 2 - Party with the Boss - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 2 - Party with the Boss

... which she was surprised to find was quite wet. Controlling him like this, controlling his orgasm, aroused her more than she realized. “Oh, god! That was amazing!” Barry was still breathing hard, trying to wrap his mind around what had transpired. “Oh, god! You are so fucking good!” He pulled himself together. Patricia checked her make-up in her compact, refreshing the lipstick she had left on Krushank's cock. “Let's get back to the party. Don't want to cause any rumors. Fix your shirt, Barry. Ready?” As she opened the door, she turned to him, saying, “I can have that information ready by Monday, Mr. Krushank. I can have your secretary set up a 9:30 appointment so we can go over it together, if you'd like.” “Yes, Patricia, that would be good. Thanks for letting me interrupt your party.” Barry sounded appropriately professional, a manager telling one of his minions what needed to be done. Patricia smiled to herself. Barry had been her lover for several months now. While their relationship didn't exactly follow a strict BDSM model, Barry did tend to be submissive, servicing Patricia's whims. True, he got his fair share of release. After all, that was the point of their relationship. It started one night when Barry d**gged her. While that sounds like a recipe for disaster, it worked well for them. Patricia had been feeling the need for release, felt a certain attraction to Barry's power, and didn't know how to deal with the situation. Barry's heavy-handed almost-**** had ...

... actually initiated their affair. Patricia had taken control almost from the start. She didn't often get the chance to spend the night with Barry, but the two of them frequently “worked” weekends together. Still, this was going to be special. Their affair started when Patricia's husband, Bill, had been laid off. That had altered the dynamics of their relationship, making Patricia the breadwinner, the dominant. But at the same time, Bill had gotten depressed, started drinking, become withdrawn. Barry had been the perfect diversion. He was bigger than Bill, had more endurance, and was more creative. She quickly came to enjoy having him as a lover. And, to her surprise, getting fucked regularly made her want to fuck even more regularly. Fortunately, Bill had found a new job. While it required travel, it rebuilt his confidence and recharged his sex drive. Between the two men, Patricia was enjoying herself these days. Patricia stopped in the ladies' room. A quick rinse with mouthwash was in order. And perhaps a little more attention to her make-up. Patricia was smiling, thinking about later, alone with Barry. She had a new La Perla ensemble on beneath her blouse and short skirt. A black demi-bra, with a matching six-strap garter belt holding up her shiny, sheer Wolford stockings, and teenie-tiny g-string. She was wearing a nice pair of sensible black heels now, but there was a pair of 6-inch black patent Louboutins in the bottom drawer of her desk, alongside a purple suede flogger, a pair ...