The Temp - Sex Stories

The Temp

... acted like a d**g that kept me under her control, and left me even more stimulated. Oddly, even though my thoughts about Veronica were so sexually charged, completely absent from those thoughts was the obvious and normal desire to make love to her. My obsession with Veronica focused solely on the bizarre turn-on I felt when degraded by her. In fact, my passionate love and desire for my wife had not diminished in any way. Yet, something compelled me to obey Veronica´s demand that I receive her permission before release, so Tuesday night I had avoided making love to my wife. It proved in no uncertain terms that Veronica had become a very dangerous presence in my life. Work was piled at my desk, but I could do nothing except think about Veronica´s pending arrival, and the excitement that greeting her in the prescribed manner would bring. At 10:30, she finally appeared. Today dressed casually in workout attire, Veronica took just two steps into my office and then stopped, leaving the door open. It was clearly a test, for whatever I did would be seen by anyone passing by. But this time, I didn´t care about any possible repercussions. Countless hours of desperate throbbing in my painfully swollen cock had overridden any need for security or decorum. I rose and almost ran to her, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes, but ecstatic to drop to my knees and shower her sneaker-clad feet with kisses. She was not at all surprised. "That´s just lovely, Jack. I´m happy to see you too." ...

... She swung the door closed and walked passed me, but instead of stopping at her usual chair, she continued around my desk, sat down in my seat, and put her feet up. "Oh, that feels good. I´ve been jogging for over an hour, Jack, and my feet could really use some attention." I rose and approached my desk. As I did, she pointed to the floor next to her. "Come here, beside me," she instructed. I walked around my desk and knelt before her. She swung her legs off the desk, bringing one sneaker down on my thigh, and the other leg to rest on my shoulder. I untied the laces of the sneaker in front of me, removed it from her foot, and then removed her sock. The odor from her foot and the sweaty sneaker brought me back to our first encounter only two days before. So much had changed in 48 hours. I began to massage her foot, but she lifted her leg, and brought the bottom of her foot up to my face. I took a deep breath through my nose as I kissed the sole of her foot. The smell accentuated the depravity of the moment, and inspired my cock to try to exceed its already achieved maximum size. Although I still didn´t understand why my body responded in that way, the pleasure was undeniable. "You should have been born in ancient times, Jack. You would have made such a good slave." She rubbed her foot across my face. "You wish you could be my slave, don´t you Jack?" "Yes, Ms. Harper." She lowered her foot and allowed me to continue the massage. After several minutes, she switched the position of ...