"Yes, Ma'am" Is All It Took

"Yes, Ma'am" Is All It Took "Yes, Ma'am" Is All It Took

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

An unexpected invitation from my cold boss turns into a marvelous adventure for both of us.

Summary

An unexpected invitation from my cold boss turns into a marvelous adventure for both of us.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Invitation

Author Chapter Note

An unexpected invitation becomes a wonderful experience for both my dominating boss and me.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 15, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 15, 2016

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“Yes Ma’am” Is All It Took

I still can’t believe it happened; it just seemed to come about, flowing naturally as if I had actually planned it. For years I have tolerated her as my boss, not because she is a woman, but because I could not bring myself to leave and find employment anywhere else but under her. I literally wanted and fantasized that one day I would be under her in a very different way.

She is not verbally abusive to me, not even condescending, she just always has an air of superiority besides authority over me, treating me as though I were on trial, waiting to satisfy her in some way. I have desired her, lusted after her, and I know there were occasions when she caught me sneaking long glances at her cleavage, or staring too long at her legs when she crossed them under her skirt. Once when I watched her perfect ass moving in her slacks as she walked down the hallway, she turned her head back, saw me staring and smiled.

But she had never verbally acknowledged my attentions to her until that one fateful Friday afternoon. When she called me into her office, I was prepared to accept a new assignment, no matter what she had in mind.

“Ben, I think I need a tropical get away for a few days and I’d like you to come with me,” she said.

She was so blunt and to the point that it astounded me and I stammered, trying to answer. “What do you mean?”

“It’s this simple;” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve heard some of the girls in the office whispering about you and your skills in bed. I’d like to sample those skills, under my own circumstances, of course.”

“What kind of circumstances?”

“First, you will pay your own expenses, including half of the two bedroom cabana I’ve reserved on the beach. We will sleep in separate bedrooms except for when you are servicing me sexually.”

“You want me to service you sexually? Does this have anything to do with my job?” I asked, trying to hold back a smile and the erection blossoming in my pants.

“Very perceptive of you; yes, it does. If what I hear is true and you perform as I tell you, then things around here are going to be very different for you, much more pleasant and beneficial, emotionally and financially.”

“So, this is a condition of employment, in a way. Am I to be your slave or something? I don’t do pain or really weird things,” I said tentatively.

“Your job is not in jeopardy. If you satisfy me, you will get all the pleasure you want as well. I know you want to fuck me, don’t you, Ben?”

“Yes, but how could you tell?”

“Every time you say “Yes, Ma’am” your eyes are either on my breasts or my legs. Are you a “leg man”, Ben?”

“You could say that; yes, ma’am.” I said with a grin.

“Excellent!” she said, smiling as she stood up. “Then you can plan on lots of time between my legs in the next few days. Meet me here in the morning at 7:00 a.m.; I’ll have airline tickets, charged to my business credit card. Be packed to enjoy the tropics.”

The next morning we took a taxi to the airport. On the flight she decided we could get acquainted in a new way. “I’ve noticed your attention to detail, your dedication to finish projects and how easily you encourage your subordinates to work for you, Ben,” she said. “You’re a strong manager, very organized, very thorough; I like that and I appreciate your loyalty.”

“Thanks, Ms. Davis; that means a lot to me,” I replied, somewhat proud of myself.

“Since we’re going to be intimate during our little get away, Ben, you can call me Joanne if it will make you more comfortable. I have a way for us to share information while we’re flying; I don’t want people nearby to hear the things I want to ask and the answers you will give me.”

She pulled a legal pad and pen from her large purse. “I’m going to write some questions of a sexual nature, of course, one at a time and then ask you to write your answers. It will give me an idea of how you feel about some things and how we can both benefit the most from our vacation. Is that okay?

“Sure, Joanne; I’m pretty accommodating; write away.”

The questions began with general things like my opinion on the length of foreplay, favorite positions for intercourse and any particular likes and dislikes, including boundaries. Then the questions became very specific and graphic, and I looked around to ensure that no one could see my answers as I wrote. She was quiet during our little game, but when she was finished, she looked at me and smiled in a very genuine way.

“I have a whole new respect for you as a man, Ben, and I appreciate your honesty and what you’ve shared with me here.”

“Thanks, Joanne.”

“But based on some of your answers I think we would both enjoy things more if you continued to address me as Ms. Davis; do you understand why?”

Evidently some of my answers gave her the clues that an aggressive or dominant woman will not only get the most pleasure from me, but will give me the most pleasure as well. She had nailed it.

“Yes, Ma’am; anything you say, Ms. Davis,” I replied confidently.

She smiled and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “This is going to be wonderful, Ben; you’ve got me wet already!”

A few short hours later we left our cabana and were walking on the beach. Her red bikini could barely hold her assets; her breasts tugged at the bra cups, almost spilling out. Her legs were like a dancer’s, shapely but toned with firm thighs and an athletic ass.

“Have you ever had sex in public, Ben, like at the beach?”

“Yes, but it was in the water, waist deep, so no one could really see what was going on.”

“That’s interesting; I’ll keep that in mind,” she said. Then she stopped and turned to face me. “Kiss me, Ben, passionately, and hold my ass.”

How could I refuse that request? She moved against me and I reached down to cup the cheeks of her ass with my palms. When I closed my eyes as her lips pressed against mine, her tongue snaked into my mouth. Then I felt her hands between us, slipping between my legs. She pressed a hand under my balls and whispered against my lips; “Nice heavy balls; I’ll bet they’re loaded. I can hardly wait to find out.”

I never got erect so quickly before as I did when her hand slipped inside my swim trunks and grasped my cock. I slid my tongue into her mouth as her fingers worked magic on my shaft. She broke the kiss, her eyes locked on mine as I suppressed a moan. “Think how wonderful my pussy is going to taste, Ben. Think about me crushing your head between my legs; I know that will make you hard for me.”

Her fist rubbed the precum over the tip of my erection. Had it been dark and had we been alone on the beach, I would have thrown her down and fucked her in the sand. Her breathing was almost as hard and as deep as mine, and she tortured me for several minutes. Passersby didn’t seem to notice her hand between our bodies.

When she was satisfied with her ministrations, she removed her hand, licked her palm and headed back to our cabana. “Walk behind me, Ben; I know you like to look at my ass,” she said. (Damn, I love a woman who knows how to make me want her worse than the air I need to breathe!)

At the cabana she asked me sweetly to shower in my bathroom and then meet her in the dining area. When I came out a few minutes later I had a towel draped around my waist. There was a round glass top dining table, and she stood next to it wearing a shirt. It was unbuttoned and her breasts pushed the top apart.

The shirt tails hung just low enough to hide the treasure. As I walked up to her, she put her hands on my shoulders and silently pushed me down to my knees in front of her. Words were unnecessary. She opened the shirt and slid her hands behind my head. I let her gently guide me into place and it made me hard instantly. She knew me well.

The inside of her thigh was damp against my face as she slipped one leg over my shoulder, hooking her calf onto my back. She was as smooth and bare as the day she was born. I kissed every inch of her, one side of her slit and then the other before pressing my open mouth to her sex. I could not resist sliding my tongue in to taste her.

She was wet. She was more than wet; she was practically flowing. As my tongue delved into her sweetness, her hands pulled me tightly against her, urging me to use my tongue. And I did, slowly probing as deeply as I could, savoring the sweetness that can only be found at an aroused woman’s core. She held me against her, whispering, “Ah…..yessssss…….that’s so nice……”

Many long wonderful moments passed before her hands allowed me to move as I wanted. I swiped my tongue up across her clit and she gasped. I tickled it with the tip of my tongue and her hands grabbed the sides of my face. I thought I would come all over myself.

“Wait; I want you to take a long time, Ben,” she said, and she moved her leg. I leaned back and she hopped up on the edge of the table. “Pull up a chair,” she said playfully, “and you can have your dessert before dinner.”

I pulled a chair up to the edge of the table and sat down. As I leaned forward she slipped both legs over my shoulders and then laid back on the glass table. I kissed my way down the inside of her legs until I reached my goal. As soon as my tongue began licking through her slit and around her clit, she closed her legs against my head. I was in heaven.

Giving a woman cunnilingus is a serious business for me; I want her to enjoy it before she comes, and she seemed in no hurry. I alternated between dipping my tongue into her and licking her clit slowly for a very long time. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted and she sighed more than moaned.

When she put her hands on my head, her fingers weaved gently through my hair, caressing me as a lover would as I pleasured her. My hands gently massaged her breasts as I licked her clit with a purpose. Her fingers tightened in my hair and she moaned appreciatively when she came. I treated myself to more of her juices as her climax eased off.

A taste of that special nectar only encouraged me; I fastened my lips over her clit and slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet that I didn’t know if it would help her, but I curled my fingers inside, digging for her special spot as my mouth gently sucked on her hard little pearl. Her heels dug into my back as she arched against my mouth. Fingernails dug into my scalp as she jammed her body into my face. I nearly came.

Before she could recover, I grabbed her ankles and stood up. The towel fell away as I spread her legs and leaned in to her. She looked down and grabbed my cock and pulled into her slit. I had her at the edge of the table and at the edge of her orgasm, and I rode it out, taking slow, deep thrusts. It was wonderful, feeling her contractions, watching her face as she worked towards another orgasm.

She looked up at me, not as my boss but as a woman who liked feeling my cock inside her. “Can you wait to come later?” she asked. “I’m going to suck you so hard!”

“Go for it!” I answered, moving faster. I moved my hands down to her hips and held her tightly as I thrust harder and faster. She began rubbing her clit with her fingers on one hand, and pinching a nipple with the other. As my body slammed against that wonderful ass, I envisioned another activity that I hoped she might consider. She lasted another fifteen minutes before she clenched her eyes tightly shut and mouthed her climax.

“Aw, shit, that feels so good; don’t stop, Ben, right there…..OH, YEAHHHHH!”

I didn’t stop until she relaxed some and put her arms down by her sides. I withdrew carefully, leaned down and tongued her playfully a few times. She giggled and pushed me away, “Just wait a bit, you horny fucker; you’ll get plenty of that.”

I helped her off the table and she said, “I’m going to the kitchen for some iced tea; enjoy the view.” And I did, following her naked, my cock waving in front of me.

She poured two glasses and handed me one. We took seats on the wooden stools at the bar in the kitchen area. She looked over the rim of her glass and asked, “What do you like most about getting a blow job, Ben?”

I let it all hang out. “I like fucking her mouth slowly for a long time, then holding her head and fucking her face hard and fast, then just stopping at the last minute and feeling my cock pumping my cum into her mouth. I don’t care if she swallows or not; I just like coming in her mouth.”

She looked at me for a minute and then said, “Wait here; I’ll be right back.” She went into her bedroom and came back with the legal pad we had written on during the flight. She flipped the pages over slowly, obviously reviewing what we had written.

“Let’s order something to eat, and then afterwards I think I know how you might like me to fuck YOUR mouth,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am,” is all I needed to say.

 

 

 

 

 


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