Office Boss Hemal Became My Fuck Buddy – Part 1

Hi, this is Gladstone (my pen name), working at a reputed organization in Gujarat. A bit of my appearance: I am an average built guy, toward the heavier end, with a 4-inch long and 3-inch thick tool. You can call it a micro size, but that does not affect my interaction with the ladies around, especially those who are thirsty for some young tools.

Being of the age bracket from 25 to 35 years makes it easy to hang out with all kinds of ladies.

Rushing forward, let me introduce you to the heroine of this session: Hemal (name changed).

Hemal was around 30 to 32 years old in appearance (34, after confirming), with a deep tanned face and bulged up assets. She was a Senior manager in the Sales division of our organization.

Her hair was slightly curly and long up to her waist, with proper fat deposition around her waist and legs. Her assets were as 37-32-34 ish (with 32C cup size), which was sufficient to turn on anyone who saw her.

Being from a traditional family, she considered shaving and waxing as beyond her sleeve, though quite often, she used to get herself an upper lip (as she was in the Sales department).

The first time we met was during the quarterly get-together of the department. Her appearance was not in a manner that would strike out of others. In fact, I was so engrossed in clubbing out with my colleagues, playing foul and mimicking about the seniors there that I hadn’t realized her presence behind us.

By the time realization dawned onto us, it was too late. My boss’s eyes carried a deep sense of anger, that would justify our indecency.

We apologized for the issue and had left the venue. The situation at that time never took a good turn, rather my meeting with her always resulted in the hurling of abuses, and tense environments. Further, the appraisal seasons were approaching, and this made me all the more tense, as a result of my conflicts with her.

A week before the release of appraisals, I was called to her office and since it was a Saturday, most of the cabins were vacant.

When I had entered my boss’s cabin, I was dumbstruck. The Hemal I had met last night was completely transformed into a diva.

Her curly hair was dripping wet with shampoo, and an aroma was spread out in her cabin. Her 32C cup-size boobs were struggling inside her shirt, which was drenched with her sweat, resulting in her bra becoming almost visible.

HEM: What are you staring at? (in an angry tone) Am I one of your muses for mimicry?

Me: Nothing. I have come here on your instructions. (My eyes still beading on her boobs and drenched shirt).

HEM: Don’t try to hide. I know you and your intentions very well (following the direction of my eyes). YOU WRETCHED MAN! STARING AT MY SHIRT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM? I CAN TERMINATE YOU UNDER SEXUAL OFFENCES, GET IT?

Me (returning to my senses): Please do not do so, as my career will be affected (as I didn’t have any option at that time, since it was the onset of CoVID). I shall do anything you wish for, but please do not terminate me.

HEM: Are you sure of doing anything I would say? Remember, you are making a deal with the devil (while unbuttoning the top button of her shirt).

Me: (with a lowered head): Yes ma’am, I would do anything.

My boss Hemal locked her cabin door (with a DND board outside), grabbed my hand, and took me inside her storeroom (For your information, the storeroom is kept attached with the cabin of senior managers, for keeping records of files and inventory).

She shut the door and approached me, opening her shirt by one button per step. By the time she had reached close enough for her breath to be visible near my mouth, she had completely opened her shirt and tied it on my face, such that the wetter portions were close to my nose.

Me: Fuck! I cannot breathe properly. But the aroma is exotic. Is it eau de cologne?

HEM: No, it’s de Silere. Now listen, I want you to satisfy my hunger for sex, such that I shall consider keeping you as my personal assistant. Fail to do so, and I shall kick you out with the tag of a pervert. Now, do you agree to my proposal? (With a smirk of superiority on her face).

Me (panting and gasping for breath, trying to adjust to her odor): Yes ma’am, as you wish.

HEM: Not ma’am, Mistress. You will address me as ‘Mistress’ inside this room and anywhere you meet me alone. Get it?

Me: Yes, mistress.

HEM: Now, start satisfying me, else think of your situation.

After seeing my boss in the morning, I had an urge to fuck her brains out, but now, this is a fuck for my career!

I had emptied the large table present inside the storeroom and requested her to lay on it, with her back on the top. From the outside cabin, I had brought an after-burn gel and started applying it on her bareback.

Since there was no fan inside the storeroom, drops of sweat were appearing on her midrib. With every movement of my hand over her midrib, her moaning increased in intensity. I could see her twitching her lips, and that became a turn-on for me as well. My tool began to become rock hard.

A few minutes later, I had shifted the massage point to her bare shoulders and had started massaging her upper side. With every intrusion of my fingers into my female boss’s underarm mound, her twitching increased. It seemed that she had got a high voltage shock.

ME: Mistress, your straps are making it difficult to continue, shall I remove them with your consent?

HEM (already moaning): Yesss..remove them.

I had unhooked the bra clamp, and let them drop down to the table. Similarly, I had removed her heeled shoes and panty. Now, my sex goddess was lying inverted in front of me, her ass crack inviting to feast upon.

Little drops of gel, sweat, and her pussy juice were already visible on her pubic and ass hairs, which had increased my urge to suck them out.

Losing my control over my senses and boundaries, I bent down and started munching my lady boss’s pubic mound and ass, taking turns to lick them equally. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, she shrieked loudly, “FUUUUCCKKKKKKK! Munch on it..yes, suck it out hard, ahhh..”

I remained consistent, pecking her ass crack with my nose, and licking out her mound and clitoris with extra pace. The smell of her pubic mound was intoxicating, which drove me further crazy.

Taking a step further, I opened her handbag, and was surprised to find out a but plug within that. Taking that butt plug, I wetted with her cocktail of juices and pushed into my boss’s ass crack. She screamed her ears out, pushed me down onto the table, and jumped on my tongue, locking my nose and mouth between her thighs and pubic hairs.

The dampness of her pubes (glistening with her juice and sweat) was increasing the tension around, reinforced by her stroking of my tool over my pants. Now her holes were blocked (one with my tongue and the other with her butt plug).

I started to caress her boobs while keeping my eyes on her pussy. Using my thumb, I reached the location below her boobs and started to caress them. Her moans increased in intensity, as well as her boobs became slippery. My sexy boss began to arch down, tightening her fist onto my tool.

A warm gush of saline sticky fluid dripped down continuously, filtered from her pubes onto my face. This was the first orgasm she had encountered.

She fell on my face, with her boobs touching my head, wet. But now the animal within me was released. I turned her onto the table, stretched out her arms, and tied them to the top with her bra. Slowly, I put an ice cube on each of her brown nipples, navel, and her pubes. This sent a shiver down her spine.

HEM: Go on, do not stop, ahhh. The ice feels good.

Her entire body was shining, and I was wondering from where to start feasting upon her. My eyes locked upon her underarms. They were slightly bushy but now were in a thick clot due to the sweat generated. I used my tongue to lick around her bushy part, and slowly bit into her underarms. Her moans were still on.

Slowly, I started to eat out her underarms, from her right to her left, often pausing on her lips to make her taste her odor. She rose and engaged herself in a deep kiss, such that her tongue was exploring every part of my mouth and lips, trickling down the last scent of her body from my mouth.

The kiss went on for more than 5 minutes, while I used my hand to caress her navel and pubic mound.

Suddenly, I broke the kiss, and jumped onto her boobs, encircling my boss’s nipples with my tongue without touching them. I licked out her boobs (from the top to her under boob skin folds) dry, but not her nipple. This made her desperate and she screamed, “CHEW OUT MY NIPPLES, I CANNOT HOLD IT FOR LONG.”

Me: No way mistress, let me make this more satisfying.

Saying this, I took some of the gel and placed it on the tip of her nipples. Following the gel, I placed an ice cube and started blowing air onto them. She started to squirm and wiggle, while I took the time to munch upon her underarms once again (as I have an underarm fetish, especially for wetter ones).

My fingers were playing along with her clit, and there she let out her second orgasm. The entire table, with her pussy and ass hair became wetland dripping due to the orgasm.

We both fell upon each other, with lips locked, and were gasping for breath. Meanwhile, I opened the shirt tied onto my face and gave it to her.

Want to know what happened next? Stay tuned for the next part.

Any horny, unsatisfied ladies wanting to get themselves satisfied anonymously can message me on [email protected].

Sayonara!