Student Solicitor and her Boss

I had taken up my training contract with the firm of solicitors a year before things took an interesting turn. I was the first female trainee that the company had employed. All trainees had a training partner assigned to them (or more accurately the partners had trainees assigned to them). I considered myself lucky as I had the youngest, newest of the partners as my training partner. He was very good with me and ensured that I got all the help I needed to give me the best chance of passing my exams. He seemed old to me at the time but was probably around fifty. He was well liked and good-looking for an older man. After I passed my first set of exams we had the standard review of progress that took place for all trainees after a year.
Mr. Johnson sat me down on the Friday evening in his office at 5.30 and we went through my progress and he asked me if there was anything he could do to help me professionally. I thanked him and said that he had been a great help and I was delighted that I had him as a training partner as some of training partners had not been as helpful to their trainees. He quizzed me but I knew that it was not wise to say too much in case I got my fellow trainees in trouble. He accepted this and did not push me further.
Still acting in fully professional mode he asked me about my life outside of work. This included what sort of accommodation I was living in, whether I spent much time with my colleagues, how did I keep so fit and finally was I in a relationship. I answered all the questions happily confirming that I did not have time for the luxury of a boyfriend given my work and studying commitments. He said how pleased he was to hear how dedicated I was to my profession but added that it seemed a shame that such a beautiful girl as me should miss out on the physical joys of a close relationship. I was surprised by my own reaction. I would have expected to have felt very uncomfortable about what he was asking but instead felt warmed and a little bit comforted. These emotions were only increased when he added,
"My wife asked after you and said that she was sure it would be quite lonely for a girl in your position in a male dominated world."
We wrapped up the meeting and arranged to meet the next Friday night to review the job I would be completing for him by then. He got up, opened the door for me and as I offered my hand for him to shake he kissed the back of it. It was a very old fashioned gesture but was done with an affection that shook me.
All week I reflected on our meeting and particularly the kiss on the hand. He had hit a raw nerve when he had talked about boyfriends and the joys of close relationships. Before starting work I had enjoyed a sexual relationship with an older married man. It had seemed perfect for me and having moved away to take up my training contract I had missed it hugely. I did mix with boys of my own age but they all seemed so immature compared to my older sexual partner. It did frighten me slightly that Mr. Johnson reminded me of my previous partner. As the week went on I started to imagine Mr. Johnson as a lover rather than as my boss at work. I had not realized that over the previous year I had completely suppressed my sex drive but now it was fighting back. One morning near the end of the week I woke from a steamy dream. I had forgotten what it was like to feel my pussy completely flooded and was very close to play with it until I climaxed. kapaklı escort I have never been very keen on masturbation only succumbing when the need has been overwhelming. My suppressed need had not been that overwhelming during the previous year.
I was very nervously excited all day on the Friday. I received a message from Mr. Johnson just after lunch that said he would not be able to make our meeting at four o'clock. I was gutted at this news and it made me realize how much my attitude towards him had developed. The message said that he would contact me later in the afternoon to re-schedule. It asked whether I needed to be promptly away after work. My reply was immediate saying that I had no problem staying however late he required. It was six o'clock before he rang down to ask me to come to his office.
When he welcomed me into his office there was a lovely edge to the atmosphere. I quickly handed him over the work that I had completed and summarized the salient points. I then thanked him for the interest he and his wife had taken in me and he had shown the previous week. With a big smile he came round his huge desk and sat next to me on the other chair. It was a real welcoming gesture and a personal gesture. I don't know why but my whole body was flooded with warmth that he seemed to be projecting. It was like he was embracing the whole of my body without even touching me. I melted into my chair as my whole body relaxed and my mind lost focus. The man in front of me was no longer my boss he was an attractive older man who I wanted to attract to me. On reflection what I did next was ridiculous and poorly judged. I sat back and opened my legs wide enough to for him to see my panties if he cared to look. He cared to look which was a huge relief to me particularly when he smiled warmly. He adjusted himself very slightly as if to confirm his appreciation of my gesture.
"That is beautiful my dear you do have the most wonderful legs. I would love to see more if you would like to show me."
Coming from most men particularly of his age his words would have sounded positively creepy but from Mr. Johnson it just seemed to caress me smoothly. I wanted to excite this man and I could not think of a better way than unbuttoning my blouse and opening my legs further. I could feel my pussy going from moist to wet, my mouth going from moist to dry and my heart going from slow to fast. I had not felt this sexual charged for way too long. He had been right I had been missing the joys of a close relationship, the joys of being appreciated by an older man. It was lovely to see his eyes appreciating everything I was showing him. By now my blouse was completely unbuttoned but not opened. My legs had worked my skirt higher up my legs ensuring my panties were clearly displayed and I wondered whether the thin material would be containing the fluids that felt like they were bubbling out of my pussy. I got my answer when the strong aroma hit my nostrils.
I was delighted to have a bra on that opened from the front. As my large firm breasts were freed he sighed his appreciation loudly. I pushed them together and loved the way he tried but failed to keep eye contact. When his eyes returned to mine my smile confirmed that I was happy with his failure. I took the time to remove both my blouse and my bra completely leaving me totally naked above the waist. He stopped me as I lifted my bottom karabağlar escort off the chair to enable me to remove my panties. He stood up and offered both his hands to take hold of mine. I wasn't sure of his intention until he backed me up to his desk and lay me down on my back before putting my heels next to my bottom on the edge. He pulled his chair up until it was right between my spread legs. What he said next proved his confidence in himself but also me.
"You smell delightful my dear but now I want to see whether you taste as good."
I expected him to remove my brief red panties but instead his tongue traced around the edges of them. He pushed my legs back against my chest so that his tongue could lick very close to my anus that was covered by the thin strip of my panties. I was praying that he would pull them aside and plunge his tongue into my tight sphincter. Instead he spread my legs wider apart and moved his tongue to the sensitive area between my arse and my pussy. His tongue may have stayed away from my panties but the whole area around the brief material was covered in my juices. When he had tasted and licked the whole area he pulled my panties up hard between my buttocks and pussy lips before finding my trapped clit through the wet garment. The sensation was electric after the teasing of the last few minutes. I was on the brink of climax within seconds and reached for his head in an attempt to ensure that it did not escape me.
He knew exactly what I was experiencing and with great urgency removed my saturated panties and offered his cock up to my weeping pussy. He ensured I was looking him straight in the eyes as his cock pushed into me with embarrassing ease. He found my barely touched clit with his thumb and I was completely helpless. I have never had problems reaching orgasm but had never done so within seconds of being penetrated. I wanted the wonderful feeling of him penetrating me to last forever and fought to hold back my orgasm, afraid it might be disappointing. I lost the fight but experienced the most beautiful violent climax. He fucked me firmly with a controlled thrusting that suggested he could keep it up all day. Whenever I was capable of focusing on his face he was looking deep into my eyes with a look of pure pleasure.
My orgasm had ebbed away but unusually I was still enjoying the feeling of his beautiful cock. He left my oversensitive clit but instead put both hands under my bottom and lifted it off the desk. He never broke the rhythm of his thrusting but his prick immediately made contact with somewhere very sensitive deep inside my pussy. I told him how wonderful it felt and his smile was warming. As good as it felt I did not expect to orgasm a second time but was delighted as from the depth of my pussy unmistakable stirring developed into far more. I wanted him to know how great he was making me feel.
"My god I think I might be going to cum again. Please don't stop it is so perfect just keep going, going, goinnnnnnnnn..... "
I could not form any more words but he was able to say,
"Cum nice and hard and I will cum with you."
He did thrust faster and harder as we both exploded in a wonderful mutual orgasm. I sensed his orgasm but was far too involved in mine to see much. What I did also sense was being watched and then a voice from behind me said,
"You said you thought that Emma would be rather karabük escort excitable, you were so right. That looked beautiful my dear, are your orgasms always that spectacular or was my husband particularly special?"
I knew the sex had been great but was in no fit state to answer Mrs. Johnson's question. She was not waiting for me to be capable of giving her an answer as she walked round and encouraged her husband to move away from between my legs. I felt totally exposed when she took hold of my ankles and pinned them back near my ears and far apart.
"Oh my goodness he really filled you up my dear. His cum is everywhere and you look like you have been fucked by the whole of the board of directors. I am glad that you have not as I only like the taste of my husband's cum. It always tastes even better when it is mixed in with a pretty young girl's juices."
With this her tongue found the heart of my bottom. To was shocked mainly by how wonderful it felt. I had been touched there many times but not tongued. No woman had ever been between my legs. As shocking as it was, it was also breathtakingly arousing. Her tongue flicked at my anus making no effort to penetrate. After a few seconds she moved her tongue wider and she made noises as if lapping up the fluids that were coating the whole area. Again her tongue found my anus and a moan escaped my lips that I had not intended to make. It confirmed what I didn't want either of them to know - I was unbelievably aroused by having my arse licked.
Her husband had moved to the other side of his desk and helped her by grabbing my legs. He moved them so that my knees bent more and my pussy was opened up even more than before. Her tongue now penetrated my dripping pussy as far as it could. She sucked she licked and she swallowed every drop of the juices pouring out of me. My legs were getting uncomfortable so I used my own hands to hold them in a slightly more comfortable position. Mr. Johnson immediately found my firm breasts and my large hard nipples with both hands. He rolled them firmly pulling them away from my body as he did so.
Mrs. Johnson was now varying where she was stimulating me. It all felt wonderful until she moved up to my clit and sucked it hard. It was too sensitive and I complained that it was too much. Not releasing my swollen clit she still managed to laugh at my complaint. My clit hurt particularly when she bit down on its base and licked the head before releasing it completely.
"I know it is super sensitive but I am going to torment it for as long as I want. It will either be agony or your orgasm will be as good as any you have ever experienced."
I was far from certain but was not in a position to do much about it. My clit felt huge, it felt painful but I couldn't deny that what she was doing was exciting me. My nipples felt like an additional pair of clits. She was brutal with my swollen clit. I screamed out in pained bliss as he was nearly as brutal with my nipples. My third orgasm of the evening when it arrived, in less than the two minutes, took my breath away. It was brief with half a dozen spasms that were so strong that I could not breath as colors flashed in front of my eyes. It might have been short but Mrs. Johnston was right it was as good as any I had ever experienced.
My relationship with the Johnson's lasted through the whole of my training. It was ideal; I didn't have to spend time socializing with a boyfriend but got to enjoy the fullest and most satisfying of sex lives. Mrs. Johnson taught me things about female sexuality that I loved and still do. Being able to enjoy them both together was special and my fascination and attraction to older men proved to be life long.