I was this man’s boss, he always looked perturbed by my rounded butt and small breasts; typically Chinese you would say. I had noticed the countless times he threw stolen glances at me while I pretended not to notice. I was in my late twenties, and this man was in his early thirties, and we would have been an ideal couple, had I not known he was seeing someone.
Our organization’s annual audit was coming up first, papers needed to be reviewed and while everyone left, Jean and I were left seemingly swamped by work.The stolen glimpses on my skirt slit were too much for jean and he finally reached down and rested his hand on my bare leg.
He held it there for what seemed like an eternity while I let him to stew in uncertainty on what my reaction would be. I could feel my blood begin to boil. I turned and looked at him with what I thought was more or less like the most lustful grin I could afford. He smiled back at me and I could already see his bulge begin to rise to the occasion. He went on to stroke my leg higher and higher while he leaned in close. Though I’m a firm believer in nothing like office romance, the shivers this guy’s touch was sending through my body screamed for so much more. He held my gaze, boss and work long forgotten. His hand groped under my blouse and reached for my already hard nipples.
Jean stood and leaned me back onto my desk as he deftly lifted my skirt and tasted teasing my clit. I could tell either jean was a gentle lover or he still feared for his life…or job because his moves, though they portrayed skill, were very calculated. He gently removed my undies and stepped back to admire my semi-shaved mound. “Goodness Lin,” he whispered as he leaned into me, “you are the first Chinese girl I’ve ever laid hands on.”
Chinese sex has always been a fantasy for him I could tell. He kissed my neck and finally moved his lips to nibble at my left supersensitive earlobe. I was already writhing in anticipation. He slowly started unbuttoning my blouse while he continued the earlobe ministrations. The combination of having my small breasts massaged and the nibbling caused me to whimper as I sought to have him give me a deep French kiss. He got onto his knees and started giving my goring clitoris light flick. Within not time, I had been transformed from the always trimmed and professional Lin to an entirely wild and orgasmic human being, begging for him to continue with whatever it is he was doing. Before long, I was howling and squirting more than I had ever thought was possible. I felt deflated as I melted on my office desk in a puddle of my own cum, while my body shook with orgasmic tremors. Jean slowly caressed me while he continued giving me small perks all over my body as the shaking subsided.
I was more than ready for some action as I began fondling his balls. I unfastened his pants and as they dropped to the floor, I couldn’t help but gas at his length.
I began to lick his balls and the more I licked, the larger it got to the extent that it slightly curved to the shape of a banana. There was no way I was going to get the whole of it in my mouth. I was only able to get a third of it into my mouth while I continued stroking the other two third with my hands.
He was most definitely enjoying this as he held my head pressed to his hard on. I gagged severally, overwhelmed by his pole. He no longer could stand it and he shoved onto the desk and made me lay back. He lifted my legs on to his shoulders and slid my butt to the edge of the desk. He had to make several attempts to get his length inside me. My pussy finally opened up and allowed his massive head to get into me. He initially left it there, just making slight clockwise movements as I moaned. He finally began pumping his pole into me. I met his every thrust as he simultaneously toyed with my already fully aroused breasts. This was one ride I could never forget.
I came furiously, much to the delight of my skilled junior who roared my name as I squirted. He turned me around and while I used my hand to support myself, he made a doggy style entry into my clamping pussy. He howled out my name while I massaged his perineum. He had reached parts of my pussy that had never been explored and the pleasure was overwhelming: almost unbearable. “Your pussy’s like a vice Lin, Chinese sex is fucking underated” he whispered while he recovered from shooting his load deep inside me.
I could still feel his pole making little spurts inside me. I had never been more sexually satiated. My pussy was throbbing like never before. Over the next few weeks, we developed a sequence where we would work late and reward each other with unbelievable sexual encounters. We never really cared if the others noticed how close we had become.
None of it really mattered and it still doesn’t. Each of our casual encounters still is unique. Jean now insists on that I should take a chance with anal sex. Though I’m scared and more so of his massive length on my behind, I might give it a shot. We both think we are compatible for each other and though I have been moved to a different department, and have had sex out of the office more times than we could possibly count, we seem addicted to office sex. Jean has long stopped seeing his girl and is addicted to more and Chinese sex experiences.