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Lindsey had been working at the brokerage for a few months but was already making a name for herself. She tried to stay under-the-radar but her perfect combination of skill and good looks had already gotten her this far in life. She had light brown hair, light blue eyes, freckles across her face, beautifully tanned skin – from her beach house at the Jersey shore – and stood at about 5’5″, the perfect height for any man. She was just out of college, and eager to make a name for herself.
That being said, Lindsey had a secret: she lived to please. It was very helpful in her work, but it was also amazing during playtime. You will come to understand that I mean.
—
It was a typical Monday morning. She worked in an office of almost entirely men, and most of the other women were older – in their 30s and 40s, but actually all strangely attractive in a way that you wouldn’t expect from an insurance company. (Rachel and Molly were the too cutest – Molly was Lindsey’s age, too – and Lindsey got along with both of them very well.)
Her direct boss was a man named Edward, a beefy man in his 60s with a beer belly but a very jovial attitude. He was not what you would call handsome but he was very kind in a fatherly way. His
was a younger man named Nick, a tall man with dark brown hair and a sinewy body. Lindsey and Nick had very innocently and casually flirted on and off since she started, but it had never amounted to anything beyond a playful remark or two when they went out to happy hour. She knew he was in a relationship anyway. Still, she liked having him around, and had thought about him in *that* way more than once while she lay in her massive king bed, alone, in her empty apartment in the city. The moonlight would pour in through the open window, and her hands would wander slowly, teasingly, down her flat, tan stomach and under the waistband of her boxer briefs that she loved to wear…
Lindsey shook herself out of her daydream as she looked up and saw Edward standing over her desk. She’d been doodling, and he was smiling down at her. “Good morning, Van Gogh,” he said, smiling, then laughing. She giggled.
“What’s up, Ed?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning onto her desk. His eyes very, very quickly glanced at her chest: her boobs were not big but for him they were perfect. He wasn’t an expert, but they were a B cup for sure. “Did you and Nick have that presentation today?”
“Actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Ed responded. She saw him look up over her head, towards Nick’s cubicle. She didn’t turn to look because she didn’t want to seem too nosy, but she saw what she thinks was Ed winking at Nick. “What were these two playing at?” she thought to herself.
“There’s a lot you have left to learn about this business and the way we here in particular do things,” Ed said, leaning on the cubicle wall. She could tell his not unsubstantial stomach was pressing against the cubicle wall because she felt its weight gently push toward her. “Would you like to gain some knowledge this morning?”
Lindsey had been waiting escort bursa for this day. She wanted Ed to take her under his wing and teach her everything he knew about the business, the company, the local market…she was so intrigued by it all! The other attraction for her was to work closely with a man like Ed and his protegee, Nick: together, the two of them were a powerhouse of business and, especially, money. She was already attracted to Nick, despite his perceived unavailability, and there was something thrillingly parental about Ed that she was quickly discovering she enjoyed immensely. Sometimes in her dark room at night, thoughts of his massive body would enter her mind.
At Ed’s mentioning of learning more, Lindsey stood up quickly. She was a thin girl, maybe 110lbs, and was wearing a Burberry skirt with the classic colors, and a white top tucked into the high-waisted skirt, a sleek leather belt buckled at her empire waistline. She had black stockings on, the seam running up the back of her legs perfectly straight and aligned, leading down to a pair of Louboutin heels that her mother had bought her the previous Christmas. She swore she saw Ed’s eyes get wide for a split second before readjusting and looking at her face.
He smiled as she said, “Yes, absolutely. What did you have in mind?”
“Follow me,” he said, curling his forefinger and beckoning her to follow him.
“Where are we going?” she thought. “To the client?”
—
She followed Ed through the glass doors of their office, and down the hall. “Where are we going?” she asked Ed. He was walking fairly briskly, and didn’t turn to look at her when he responded, “I’m going to show you how we do business here with remarkable talent such as yourself.” His slacks were swishing as he walked, he was moving so quickly. He was wearing a typical collared shirt tucked into his pants with a leather belt and matching shoes. He seemed to be sweating a little bit too, but his fairly large body was to blame for that.
Lindsey herself was starting to perspire as they kept walking around the building. They were now in an area with which she was unfamiliar. “What floor are we on?” she wondered, nearly asking Ed once more where they were going. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful or confused, as she thought that might display weakness. She kept walking with Ed.
Now there was nobody around them: they were on an empty floor at the top of the building. Cubicles were everywhere but all were empty.
“Is a client of ours moving in up here?” she asked Ed, knitting her eyebrows and looking at him. He turned to face her fully.
“No, dear,” he responded. He moved in toward her and put his arms out against her biceps, as if going in for a hug. He stood and looked into her blue eyes. “Do you want to be a valuable member of our team?”
Lindsey nodded, holding his eye contact. “Without question.” She said.
Ed almost seemed taken aback by this straightforward response. “Wonderful answer, dear. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
Ed took her bursa otele gelen escort small hand in his large grip, turned, and began walking toward a closed door, under a sign very clearly reading “Men’s Restroom.”
—
Lindsey’s heart began beating very quickly. She could feel it pulsing in her ears. She was being led into the men’s bathroom by her boss. Her much older boss, who dwarfed her in size and could easily overpower her. Was she afraid? Her mind began racing. Or was she excited?
Her pulse was so fast she could tell Ed could feel it even in her hand. He opened the door to the bathroom, and stopped by the sinks. Lindsey instinctively stopped obediently behind him. He inhaled deeply. “They must have just cleaned in here!” He remarked.
Ed turned around to face Lindsey. “The reason why I brought you here was to ascertain whether you could be a dedicated part of our team. Do you think you can? Do you think you are already?”
Lindsey put her hands behind her back. Did she know what she was doing? “Without question, Ed! I love working here, and you’re a great boss.”
Ed smiled broadly. “I try to be a good father figure.”
At the sound of the word “father,” Lindsey’s pussy began to tingle. It had been buzzing for a little bit already, but now she felt herself getting actually wet. She was wearing a grey Calvin Klein sporty thong under her skirt and stockings, but wondered how long it would be before a wet spot appeared.
Lindsey was stunned speechless. The thought of Ed as a father to her turned her on to such an extent that her mouth opened slightly. He noticed.
“I thought you might ‘say’ that,” he said, smirking. “Come inside.”
He took her hand again and they walked together into the large handicapped stall at the end of the bathroom. Ed hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. To Lindsey, however, that thought only doubled her heart rate and brought her mind fully into what was happening.
“Come on inside here,” Ed said, waddling into the stall. He was really quite large, probably over 250lbs. Lindsey couldn’t think or even see clearly, her head was spinning. She kept wondering what his cock might look like.
They were now in the handicapped stall, together. Ed was standing on one side of the toilet. Lindsey was standing on the other.
Ed put his right hand on her left shoulder. “Kneel,” he said.
—
When Lindsey had been a younger woman during college, she had definitely done her fair share of experimentation. She’d spent a few nights with some of her girlfriends, the friendships either working out or not. She had had a threesome with her former boyfriend and his friend, then actually participated in a low-key sex party with her ex’s friend. That was where she first experienced the pleasure of a golden shower. The friend would fuck Lindsey very gently, very lovingly, which she loved. They would fuck side-by-side, humping into each other with such a slow pace that each of them could edge for an hour or more before bursa merkez escort either taking a break or Lindsey letting him cum inside of her. She still remembers the feeling of his cum spurting into her pussy, against her walls, splattering her insides with his white. She loved letting him cum inside of her, but what he liked most was what came after.
They would lie there together, coupled side-by-side, his still-hard cock inside of her, cum dripping from her sopping wet pussy and onto the sheets, and he would whisper in her ear, her hair blowing ever so slightly as he did, “I’m going to relax with you now.” She didn’t know what it meant at first, but after he did it the first time, she wanted it more and more. He would release his sphincter and begin urinating inside of her. The second she felt it, warm shooting in her, her eyes closed and her neck craned back. It felt so good. She had no idea something like that could feel so good. She hadn’t even known HE was into stuff like that. He would piss for 10 seconds or so, and then stop, and they would go into the bathroom together and shower, where he would piss on her again. Lindsey loved it. She would kneel under him, her ass touching the floor, and let him piss in her hair. She didn’t always take it in her mouth but when she did, she swallowed it straight down.
Her thoughts had only gotten more devious since then, but given her corporate job and lifestyle, she kept them to herself. Until today.
—
“Kneel right next to the toilet, dear, thank you,” Ed said, almost matter-of-fact. Lindsey found herself doing exactly as he asked, her knees cracking softly as she came to balance herself on them. She looked at him expectantly, knowing – hoping – what was coming next.
“I have to warn you, this is something that I will expect from now on,” he said. She nodded, but even then did not actually know what he was talking about. “This kind of obedience is key. I will expect you to meet my every demand on deadline, regardless of how you might feel. Is that something you can do? Do you think you can do even those things which you might not want to do?”
Lindsey nodded again. And then, as if on queue, she opened her mouth, staring at Ed.
He smiled down at her, his head lilting to one side. “What a good girl you are,” he said. He reached down and began fumbling with his leather belt, but was having some trouble because of his beer belly. Lindsey reached up toward his waist, and began unbuckling his belt, slowly, teasingly.
“Let me help you, daddy,” she said. Ed’s eyes closed slowly.
“I am so happy to hear you say that, dear,” he replied. “You are going to do great things at this company.”
Lindsey unbuckled his belt and then his pants button, dragging the zipper down. He was the heaviest man she had ever seen, and when his pants fell to the floor and she shimmied down his boxers, his cock was one she hadn’t seen before either.
His cock was small, and very hair. He was of a different generation, after all. But that isn’t what surprised Lindsey at this moment: what caught her off guard, and excited her more each second, was that she *liked* this. She liked that he was fat, unattractive; that his cock was small and hairy, unlike her perfect college grad pussy, shaven and smooth.
Lindsey realized, in this moment, that she had one purpose at this company: to be a disgusting whore for her boss, and anybody else.
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