I Had What He Wanted
By eviltwin52.
I’d been at this firm for nearly seven years and had risen to the IT Dept manager position. My title was “Manager, Information Systems Programming and Computer Operations.”
I have a much bigger name than my size—5’6″ tall. My narrow shoulders, wide hips, very long hair, and large bottom gave me a sort of androgenous look. But being a geek, I wasn’t bothered by what people thought of me.
Well, one person mattered. That was Cindy, my wife. To this day, I have no idea why she would date me, much less marry me. I didn’t dwell on it, but I did and do appreciate her looks. A bit taller than me, Cindy was not what you’d call Rubenesque, but close. But she had very nice, firm breasts. Like me, her hips are wide, her buttocks generous, and her legs shapely.
So, a few evenings later, during drinks, when Mr. Sandhill asked me about my wife, I proudly pulled up a picture on my phone and showed him.
He took the phone from my hand instead of looking at what I held up. I watched as he thumbed through the many photos Cindy and I had taken.
“Damn, johnnie, she’s a very sexy woman,” Mr. Sandhill, said handing me my phone back but not before I watched him send one of those photos to his phone. The photo he left open was one I took of her that was not meant to be seen by others. Cindy had just come out of the shower and saw me holding my phone up. Posing, she leaned against the door frame. Nothing was left out but her sexy ass. The curvature of her body, the perkiness of her breasts, the brown curly triangle of pussy hair, and her mischievous smile were what my new boss had seen.
We both had to take a leak at the same time. Standing beside each other at the only two urinals in the restroom, he told me to look. “See what those pictures of your sexy wife did to me, Johnnie?”
It was reflex; I swear it was that made me turn my head to see his erection. Nearly 7″ of angry cock was sticking up from his fly. “Nice cock,” I heard myself admitting much to my embarrassment.
Mr. Sandhill grinned and looked over to see mine. “Where’s yours, Johnnie? He asked with some derision in his voice. Hearing my boss ridicule my little dick was humiliating but more worrisome was my dick reacting by getting hard before I could put it back in my pants. My discomfort did not go unnoticed by Mr. Sandhill.
I figured my boss was keeping up his interest in his employees as he would visit me in my office thrice a week. Standing behind me, watching what I was working on, his hands would rub my shoulders, neck, and sometimes, my upper arms.
I mean, it felt nice, his hands on me and all. Sometimes, I would shiver under his touch. There was something that felt sexy about being manhandled by a man. Always, my dick responded by twitching or getting outright hard.
“Oh, Johnnie, I’m sure he just wants to be friendly,” Cindy would say when I mentioned his pawing me. “Don’t piss him off by complaining about it.”
She was right. It wasn’t like he was hurting me or anything. And if I was being honest, I kind of liked the attention he paid me.
One such visit from my boss escalated things. With his hands on my shoulders, he leaned over and whispered in my ear how much he appreciated me sharing those pictures of Cindy with him. “Even now, Johnnie, feel me.”
He turned my chair and brought my hand to the front of his trousers and placed my hand on his rigid cock. Through the fine worsted wool, I could feel it throbbing. I had never done or been asked to do anything like that. But I didn’t fight it when he used my hand to stroke himself through the material.
Much to his delight, my dick in a way I wished it hadn’t. Mr. Sandhill saw the instant tent in my pants. With my hand still held to his cock and no resistance from me, Mr. Sandhill said it was time for he and I to become more than boss and employee. “Come to my office at lunch, Johnnie. I need to bring something up between us.”
“I’ll be there, sir,” I said, looking up into his piercing eyes.
“Great. Um, you can let go of my cock now, I mean if you want to.”
I blushed a hot crimson when I realized he was no longer holding my hand to his cock. I quickly let go. I started to make some excuse, but Mr. Sandhill told me it was fine. “You seem to have a knack for handling a big hard cock, johnnie,” he chuckled as he turned and left me alone with my embarrassment and stiff dick.
As I knocked on his office door, I had no idea what he wanted to discuss. “Come in, Johnnie,” he called out.
“Have a seat there,” he told me, pointing to a chair facing a large 65-inch flat-screen TV.
He pulled a chair out and sat very close to me. “Watch this,” he said, aiming a remote control at the TV.
Up on the screen popped a very large photo of my naked wife, the one he got from my phone. “Oh, be a mensch and grab that box of tissues over on the credenza.”
I did as I was told, and when I got back and tried to hand Mr. Sandhill the tissues, I saw he was busy dragging his beautiful erection from his trousers. “No, you hold them for me while I take care of this,” he said as he began to masturbate slowly. “Feel free to haul your boner out, too, if you’d like.”
“Why am I here, sir?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable.
“Hey, it’s your wife up there, and you chose to show me her nude photo. That makes it your fault. That’s why you’re here: to help.”
I just sat there with a boner while watching Mr. Sandhill masturbate that magnificent cock.
Many thoughts sped through my mind. I could protest, even report him. But he would deny such a thing happened. He said, he said the situation, in other words. He could accuse me of sending him those pictures of my naked wife, and I’d get fired. Or, I could do what Cindy advised and not complain.
I sat looking at his cock, my hand in my pocket, discretely rubbing my erection.
“Oh yeah, Johnnie,” Mr. Sandhill moaned. “That is one sexy woman, let me tell ya.”
“I, um, I, uh, thank you, sir,” I said, embarrassed.
“Fuuuuck,” he cursed through clenched teeth. “I want to cum on that bitch, all over her beautiful face,” he swore. “Quick, hand me some of those tissues, Johnnie.”
I took my hand out of my pocket, grabbed a large wad of tissues, and handed them to Mr. Sandhill.
He filled the tissues and asked for more. “Wow, you come a lot, sir,” I heard myself saying for some reason.
He sat back, now relaxed from his orgasm. “Damn, son. That’s a very sexy woman you’ve got there. Do me a favor; toss these in the trash can,” he said, holding out his sperm-soaked tissues without looking at me.
His seed was warm and surprisingly a tad heavier than I imagined.
He was zipping up his trousers and asked me to replace the chairs as he returned behind his desk. One last look at Cindy, he closed the photo and put the remote in a drawer.
“Let’s grab something to eat, Johnnie.”
Over a hamburger, Mr. Sandhill admitted that what we’d done was inappropriate. But, confirming my earlier thoughts, somehow, it was my fault for sharing that picture. “You make a good living here. Why jeopardize that over some harmless hanky panky? It will be our secret, Johnnie.”
“Yes, sir. Our secret.”
“Great. Now we have something that bonds us closer.”
“Eww? While you watched?” My wife was shocked that evening when I told her about Mr. Sandhill masturbating. “Does he have a big cock? What caused him to do that, Johnnie?”
I confessed that he’d seen her naked photo. “He grabbed my phone and began thumbing through my pictures, Cin. It wasn’t like I wanted him to see it.”
She walked away, sulking.
I gave her some space for an hour. She came to me and said she needed to meet this man who jacks off to her picture. “Tell him I want you two to meet me at Vie D’ Franc at lunchtime.”
What I thought was going to be an awkward lunch was anything but. Sure, my wife initially seemed to act like she’d been disrespected. But that was at first. In short order, Mr. Sandhill charmed Cindy, and I could see his handsome face took her and his obvious masculinity as he apologized for being so affected by how sexy and beautiful she was to him. “In person, my dear, you are even more stunning.”
Cindy ate that shit up.
“And my Johnnie never told me how handsome and charming his boss is either,” Cindy smiled sweetly, returning his compliment while touching his forearm.
“I suppose Johnnie told you what he and I did yesterday.”
Cindy smiled. “He told me you masturbated to a picture he sent you.”
I started to protest that I had not sent that picture, but Mr. Sandhill shot me a look that stopped me. “I did. You have a remarkable body, if I may say.”
Cindy giggled. “You may.”
As we stood to leave, Mr. Sandhill hugged my wife. “It was so nice to meet the woman of my dreams,” he smiled. Then he whispered something in her ear.
“Wet dreams, I’m sure,” Cindy giggled.
She walked off while my boss watched the exaggerated swaying of her ass. “Damn fine pussy there,” he muttered to himself, but loud enough so that I heard him.
When I got home, Cindy and I talked. “I told you I didn’t send that photo to him,” I pouted. She acted as though I hadn’t said a thing.
“If he’s that horny, baby, maybe we should take another picture for Ray. This time, I’ll wear something.”
For those of you who may be confused, Ray is Mr. Sandhill’s given name. He prefers I call him by his sir name.
We argued, but as usual, my wife got her way. Insisting that it wouldn’t hurt my relationship with my boss, she left to change into something a bit more modest than was in the first photo he saw.
“Cindy, honestly?”
“Shoot, Johnnie. He’s already seen me naked. At least I’m wearing something. Anyway, you asked what he whispered. He said he’s like to see my ass. I thought about it. He’s already seen my pussy and boobs. What’s the harm? Besides, I promised him we would.”
I held the phone up but hesitated. Cindy had draped a small towel over her breasts and stood with most of her bare back to me. The “something” she wore was a red bikini panty that showed the upper and lower portions of her shapely buttocks.
“Take the fucking picture, Johnnie.”
“Hey, no need for that. I was just admiring you.”
My wife came over and kissed me. “Sorry, honey,” she said. Noticing my tented pants, she grinned. “You’re getting hard thinking about showing me to your boss, aren’t you? Admit it, you are.”
She was right. Telling me to take my clothes off, she ordered me to take more than one picture for Mr. Sandhill.
She had me take several of her in various sexy poses. One on her knees on the bed with her ass facing me. Her panty was wedged between the cheeks of her ass, her breasts hanging free of the now discarded towel. Another had her seated on the bed, legs crossed, inspecting her nails. “Hold your boobs out, Cindy. Yeah, like you’re offering them to him.”
I took one of her with her panty pulled down just below her generous bottom. With her back to the camera, Cindy was looking over her shoulder, a finger at her bottom lip, and an “Oops” look on her face.
The last photo had her propped up against some pillows. Her feet flat on the bed, her knees spread, the outline of her pussy evident through the crotch of her red panty. She affected a look of sexual invitation. “Mr. Sandhill is going to like this one,” I said trying not to cum.
We had great sex that night. I munched on her sweet pussy until she could take no more. I tried to fuck her but as usual, when my dick touched her outer folds, I climaxed.
At least my wife was satisfied.
The next morning, Mr. Sandhill visited me. “So, do you have something you’d like me to see, Johnnie, my boy?”
“I do, sir. In your office at lunch, then?”
I knew we’d have another jack-off session, and if I were to be completely honest, I was looking forward to it. Sick? Maybe. But having him look at naked pictures of my wife and seeing his beautiful cock responding the way I wish mine could was arousing.
I handed him my phone so he could load the pictures we took last night into his phone and then send them to his email account.
We sat side-by-side as he used the remote to put the images on the large screen.
Once again, he had me fetch the tissues as he pulled his very nice cock out of his trousers. “Tell me the truth, Johnnie. Did you get hard knowing I was going to see these?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, sir. I did.”
“Was Cindy aroused when posing? Be honest now, Johnnie. Did she get hot knowing she was posing for me?”
“Oh, very much, sir. I’ve never seen her like that before.”
“Look at that great ass. Damn but she has fuck me written all over her beautiful face.”
Maybe I should have been insulted but I was preoccupied watching my boss stroke his big cock.
As he viewed each photo, he commented most crudely about my wife. It turned me on knowing he wanted to fuck her so badly.
Then he glanced at me. “You like watching me jack off while I’m looking at your wife? You like seeing my hard cock, don’t you, johnnie?”
I looked from his cock to his face. He wasn’t being smug. There was no smirking. There was nothing about him at that moment that was other than sincere.
“Yes, sir,” I admitted very quietly. “You have a very nice cock, Mr. Sandhill.”
“It’s okay, Johnnie,” he whispered as he took my hand and brought it to his erection. “I know you want to do this for me. You do, don’t you?”
I looked at my hand wrapped around his cock and then at Mr. Sandhill’s face. I nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. “Use words, Johnnie. Tell me you want to masturbate me while I look at nude pictures of your wife.”
“I do, sir. I would like to masturbate you while you look at the pictures of my wife.”
“Good boy. You may begin, but go slowly. I want to enjoy this for a while.”
“Yes, sir,” I told him, and I settled into my new task as he flipped through the photos I had brought him several times.
His cock was hot. “Sir,” I interrupted his thoughts. “You may need these,” I said, handing him the box of tissues.
I used both hands to manipulate his cock. My thumb smeared his pre-cum over the large, dimpled head. Hearing him sigh, I knew he was pleased with my efforts.
Maybe it was 20-25 minutes later when he told me to apply a little more pressure. “Jack my cock harder and faster, johnnie. I’m going to cum soon.”
He handed me a wad of tissues. “You can catch my seed, boy.”
I used my right hand to masturbate my boss to fruition quickly. His legs stretched out, his jaw was tight, his cock expanded and erupted in a flow of warm sperm into the tissue I held at the head.
He filled the tissue again, amazing me with the amount of sperm he had. It had thoroughly saturated the tissues and was on my hand. When he finished, neither of us said a word. I rose and placed the used tissues into the trash can like before. I returned to Mr. Sandhill and took the box of tissues. I pulled a few out and used them to clean his softening cock. I enjoyed being of service to a man like Mr. Sandhill.
He tucked away the object of my fascination. “I want you to tell Cindy what happened here today, Johnnie. Can you do that?”
“I will, sir.” I knew she’d ask me anyway.
As I was on my way out, he stopped me. That was nice. But you know what would be nicer? Bring me your wife’s panties, the ones she wore for those pictures she sent me. Be sure to tell her I asked for them.”
“No, wait. Did you jerk him off? That’s so fucking hot, johnnie,” Cindy exclaimed with none of the anger I expected from her. “Does he have a nice cock? Tell me about his cock, baby.”
I started to tell her but she said for me to wait. Taking my hand, she led us to our bedroom. Stripping, she told me to do the same.
She had me kneel on the bed between her spread legs. “Beat off while you tell me about Ray’s cock, baby.”
This was new. Exciting, I admit, but new nonetheless. “His cock is big, Cindy. Maybe 7″ of hard cock with a large head that was flanged on the edge.”
My wife was playing with herself as I masturbated and described Mr. Sandhill’s wonderful cock. “It was hard and hot, Cin. Very hot and so hard. I used both hands, honey. I used two hands to jack and stroke that big cock until he ejaculated a huge load of cum into the tissue he had me hold for him. I even got some on my hand.”
By the time I reached that part, my wife had masturbated and had come twice. When she heard he wanted her panties to masturbate with, she wailed and squirted. I had never seen her squirt an orgasm before. My climax came quickly over her thighs, and she instructed me to use my mouth to clean her with.
I obliged, expanding our sex life to new horizons.
Cindy had me take a couple more pictures of her for Mr. Sandhill. Fully naked, her pussy was spread for his viewing pleasure and one with her wearing the red bikini panty that he wanted me to bring him. “Ask him to send me a picture of his cock, johnnie.”
I was hard all morning with her panties in my pocket, waiting to be summoned to my boss’s office.
I was almost trembling with excitement as I entered Mr. Sandhill’s office. “Lock the door, Johnnie, he told me.
He was still at his desk. “Do you have something for me, son?”
First, he loaded the new pictures. Happy, my wife had thought of him. “She wanted me to ask you for a picture of your big cock, sir.”
He smiled devilishly. “Tell her I’ll only let her see it in person.”
I knew if I told her that, the two of them would end up having sex. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, but the thought of them together……
When I handed Mr. Sandhill her panties, he smiled. I watched as he unzipped his trousers and fished out his very nice almost 7″ cock. Handing my wife’s panties back to me, my boss asked if I would like to do the honors again.
I stepped closer but as I reached for his magnificent cock, he stopped me. “I think you’d be more comfortable on your knees, Johnnie, don’t you agree?” he whispered seductively.
I looked at his handsome face, the inviting smile across his beautiful lips. “Yes, sir,” I said, kneeling before this sexy man.
My heart was pounding in my chest and my hands trembled as I wrapped my wife’s panty around his throbbing cock. I slowly masturbated that cock, fascinated with the heat it generated. His cock emanated power, a manly, masculine strength that my dick lacked.
“That’s nice, Johnnie. As soon as we met, I knew you were a sensitive boy who would be attentive to my needs.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sandhill,” I said looking up from staring at his panty wrapped cock.
“Did you do as I told you to do and tell your wife how you masturbated me yesterday?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How did she take that? I mean, what was her reaction?”
I told my boss how she and I masturbated while I described his cock to her. “She squirted when I told her you wanted her panties, sir.”
“Interesting. Would Cindy like my cock as much as you, johnnie?”
“I think she would, sir.”
“You think she would, or do you know she would, Johnnie? Be honest with me. More importantly, be honest with yourself.”
I heard a mewling noise come from somewhere inside me. “She’d love it, sir. I told you she asked for a picture of it.”
“You did mention that. You know what will happen when I show it to your wife, right?”
I knew he was tormenting me, and strangely enough, I found it most arousing.
“Tell me, would you like her to have my cock in her pussy, johnnie, her married pussy? Does that make your dick hard, johnnie? Picture it, son. Me, balls deep in her cunt, you in a corner jacking off. Sound exciting?”
Mr. Sandhill wanted more than my complete surrender. He wanted much more. “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “Very much so.”
“Show me, Johnnie. Take your pants down and show me. You see my cock, show me how hard yours is playing with mine and thinking about my cock in your wife.”
“Sir?” I questioned.
“Do it or leave, Johnnie. Take your pants down or leave. It’s really than simple.”
I stood up, thinking I should leave, but something stopped me. Something unfamiliar inside me made me hesitate before I unbuckled my belt.
My life was spiraling out of control.
Soon I was back on my knees before my handsome and smug boss, my pants and underpants just below my knees, my thin, 4″ boner saluting his wonderful cock. Mr. Sandhill was amused. “Yes, johnnie, I can see why your sexy wife would like my cock.”
After my boss filled my wife’s panties with his sperm, he suggested I use those same panties to masturbate myself.
When I hesitated, Mr. Sandhill reminded me that although it may have sounded like a suggestion, he expected me to follow through. “Better get to it before that cum dries, son.”
He watched me as I wrapped that warm sperm sperm-covered panty over my raging erection. “Oh God,” I shuddered and came very quickly, adding my little ejaculate to his.
I stayed on my knees, recovering from the intense orgasm, until Mr. Sandhill dismissed me. “Good boy, Johnnie. I would very much like it if you described what we did here to your lovely wife tonight and show her what we did to her panties.”
“You did what? You wrapped your dick in his spunk? Why, Johnnie? What would cause you to do that?”
“Um, Mr. Sandhill told me to. He also wanted to know if you would like his cock in you.”
“Yes? And what did you tell that handsome man?”
Now, even my wife enjoyed humiliating me. “I told him you’d love it.”
My wife smiled. “Maybe we should invite him over, Johnnie. In the meantime, wash my panties in the bathroom sink.”
In the long run, I put my foot down on what I knew would be a losing cause. We let the matter drop, for that night anyway. I went to wash her cum soaked panty.
In the morning, my face red hot, I asked Cindy for another panty. “Gosh, Ray must have big balls. Have you seen them?”
Taking the leopard print panty from her, “Not yet. I’m sure that will happen, though.”
Mr. Sandhill didn’t summon me. Instead, I knocked on his office door. “Enter,” I heard him call out.
“Um, hi, sir. Cindy gave these to me to give to you,” I stuttered, holding out the pretty panties.
He took the panties with a knowing smile at me. “I didn’t invite you up today, Johnnie. Tell me, why are you here?”
By the time he was finished questioning me with many humiliating admissions, I was finally where I wanted to be. Even if I couldn’t admit it to myself, Mr. Sandhill enjoyed me telling him how much I loved masturbating his beautiful cock.
Without being told, I had my pants down around my ankles as my boss hauled out his cock yet again.
Watching me as I carefully wrapped the pretty panty around his cock, I could sense that this time would be different. Mr. Sandhill would make it so.
He reached behind my head and pulled the rubber band from my hair, allowing it to fall between my shoulder blades and spill over my shoulders. With his hand on the back of my head, he gently applied the slightest pressure. “You know what would feel very nice for me, Johnnie?”
“What’s that, sir?” I asked as my face drew near to the large seeping head of his gorgeous cock.
“It would feel nice of you placed your soft lips over the head of my cock while you masturbated me. Don’t you agree, baby? We have used a lot of tissues. We can save them and you can do something you’ve been wanting to do ever since you first saw my cock.”
When I heard him call me baby, my insides shivered and melted. Looking up at him, I knew I could no more refuse his offer than I could fly. “Yes, sir,” I said in a croaking voice.
“Well then?”
There was nothing evil about how he said that. There was no smirking as he watched me lean over his manhood. Licking and pursing my lips, I placed them over the large gland. My tongue came to life as I tasted my boss’ leakage.
“That’s nice, baby. I knew your lips would be soft,” he complimented me. “Look at me, Johnnie,” ordered. “It’s polite to look at the man whose cock you have in your mouth.”
Mr. Sandhill locked eyes with me, watching as I suckled the head of his cock while using my wife’s panties to masturbate him.
“In your heart, baby, this is what you’ve wanted. I have seen the look on your face. I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Mmm hmm,” I nodded keeping my lips locked on his cock.
“Ahh, yes, baby. I’m cumming, johnnie. Swallow it all like the good cock sucker you are.”
I jacked his cock fast applying a bit more pressure as he filled my mouth with his salty thick seed. I swallowed, hoping not to lose a precious drop of his gift.
As he came down from his orgasm, the head of his cock was still in my mouth. For some reason, I was afraid to let it go.
“God damn, johnnie, that was great. We’ll have to do this again. You think?”
Pulling my mouth off his cock, “yes sir,” was all I could say.
“Your turn, baby. Take Cindy’s panties and beat off while you’re down there.”
I did what I was told and wrapped the now sperm and slobber-soaked panty around my straining boner. “Look at me, Johnnie,” Mr. Sandhill commanded. “Look at me or my cock while you tug on that little thing. It was me, after all, who gave you that pathetic erection.”
The humiliation was too great for me to last. A couple tugs and I shuddered my orgasm into Cindy’s panty while my boss looked on.
As I recovered, he put his cock away and turned back to some papers on his desk. I stood, pulled my pants and underpants up. Buckling my belt as I turned to leave, Mr. Sandhill stopped me.
“I’d like you to bring me another pair of your wife’s panties, Johnnie. Okay?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Sandhill,” I sighed.
Cindy was beside herself when I told her how it went. “You sucked his cock, baby? Damn johnnie, that’s hotter than hell.”
I watched her masturbate, climaxing when I told her he wanted another pair of panties.
“What happened to the ones I sent him today?”
When I explained how he had me look at his cock while I used her panties to beat my meat she screamed out another long orgasm. “I just know you’re going to wash my panties, Johnnie.”
I knew I’d changed. I was now more interested in pleasing Mr. Sandhill’s cock than my wife’s pussy. My erections were because of him. My orgasms were his. He ruled my sex life at this point.
Mr. Sandhill and I met for lunch every other day. It got so I was looking forward to pleasing that man and his wonderful cock. Even his sperm was tasting good to me.
After several days of me placing my lips on the head of his cock, I let the panty slide down his cock and followed it with my mouth. I was now a bonified cock sucker; his cock sucker.
Mr. Sandhill recognized how eager I was to suck his cock. I’d done it without any urging or pressure from my handsome boss. No longer was he satisfied with me masturbating him.
I guess it was my destiny, my fate. Mr. Sandhill was nowhere done with what he termed my improvements as far as my relationship with him was concerned. I’d just finished swallowing his thick tasty sperm and was holding his softening cock between my lips to capture the last of his orgasm.
“You like being my cock sucker, don’t you baby?”
“Vary much, sir,” I admitted.
“Great. One more thing. I think it would be wonderful if you were wearing your wife’s panties next time you swallow my cock, johnnie. What say you?”
My dick twitched at the thought of me appearing before my boss in my wife’s panties. The idea was so nasty and very appealing. “Yes, sir. When would you like me to wear them?”
“Oh, I don’t know when. Just be ready when I call on you, baby.”
“But sir,” I whined. “That would have me in panties all the time.”
Mr. Sandhill looked up from his work and smiled. “Precisely where you should be, Johnnie. Right?”
“Yes, sir. I suppose you’re right. Is there anything else I can do?
“You know something? There is. You seem not very eager to be placed in panties. I know you agreed, but still, I wonder. I want you to put on the panties you brought me that first time and have Cindy take pictures of you in them. Then, baby, send them to my phone. Can you do that for me, baby?”
I blushed a deep, hot red. “Yes, sir. I can do that for you,” I said, leaving before he asked me for anything else.
“No, Johnnie,” Cindy explained after I complained about wearing panties nearly all the time. “He’s right. As his cock sucker, you should be in panties. Maybe let your hair down to be as feminine as possible for him.”
“Oh, Mr. Sandhill already pulled the rubber band from my hair. I can’t believe I’m his cock sucker.”
“Don’t you like pleasing him?”
“You know what, Cindy? I do. For some reason, I feel good when I have his cock in my mouth.” I didn’t bother telling her how excited I was all morning until he decided it was time for me to drain his big balls. Nor did I mention to her that pleasuring my boss was more important to me than her pleasure.
“I guess my problem is that I will never know when he will need me. I’ll be wearing panties all the time for him.”
“Did you mention that to Ray?”
“I did.”
“And what did he say?”
“Cindy, he looked up, gave me that handsome smile, and said It’s precisely what I should be wearing. He wants me in panties all the time now. He even told me to have you take photos of me in your red bikini panty tonight so I can send them to his phone as proof.”
“And he’s 100% right, my love. We’ll go shopping for your new panties this weekend. Until then, could you wear mine but wash them by hand when you get home? Now go put on my panties for your man.”
Cindy did not like the way I was posing, so she took over and ordered me into several different and humiliating positions. After brushing my hair out long, she insisted I let her touch my eyes up a bit to have a sultry look for Mr. Sandhill.
“That’s it, Johnnie. Look back over your shoulder, you little slut. Show your man your sexy fat ass in panties and look like you want his cock.”
Handing me her phone with Mr. Sandhill’s name pulled up, she told me to send him those nasty pictures. I clicked “send” and nearly came in my wife’s panty.
To Be Continued…?
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