The confessions of a nymphomaniac – Chapter 1 – Sex with my boss
My coworkers are doing their jobs, in front of their computers. The atmosphere is so quiet, as nothing could disturb them. Some of them look into empty, others are focused on reading useless pdf articles, written by bored people, to bore other people.
It’s 9 o’clock in the morning and I feel a little dizzy. My boss just arrived.
‘Good morning, Sir!’
‘Good morning, Joanna, how are you today?’
‘I’m horn…homesick but I’ll survive’
‘Too bad! Please bring me the coffee, with extra-milk and extra-sugar, like usually’
‘Right away, Sir!’
A sudden whiff of fresh air tickles my sweaty skin and makes my nipples get hard, showing through my white office shirt. This is the right moment.
‘Here you are sir, with extra-milk and extra-sugar, as you like it’. I lean over the desk to give him a great view on my naughty hard tits.
‘Thank you, Joanna. Leave it on the desk and bring me the papers for AOS in one hour. Ah, and please don’t pass me the calls, not even if Barack Obama calls’
As soon as I return to my desk, the phone rings.
‘Pass me my husband; I want to talk to him’
‘Mr. Collins said he does not want to receive any calls’
‘Are you fucking deaf? I said I want to talk to my husband, NOW!’
‘Just a second…’
I did not know what to do, so I went to his office and personally asked him if he wants to take the call. He breathed hard, he remained silent for about 15 seconds and in the end, he decided to talk to his wife.
I could have listened to their conversation but I was not that interested. I was more interested in the light pressure applied by my tight panties on my clitoris. This is the greatest suffering I have to endure every single day, at the office. I look around to see if somebody is watching me, then slowly let my hand drift under my skirt. I start slowly rubbing my clit in circles through my panties, and nobody notices me. I am getting wet…
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‘If my wife calls again, hang up on her!’
The desk was too high and my boss could not see what I was doing with my hands, under it. I quickly took my hands off my skirt and I nodded.
I have to get the papers ready but I can think of nothing else, except sexual pleasure. As weird as it seems, I have this sensation every single day of my life, no matter where or with whom I am. Every morning I wake up with a fully erected clitoris and with a strong tickling sensation in my vagina. I had sex with the seller, the postman, the plumber, all my neighbors and my second cousin. I….am a nymphomaniac.
The papers are ready. I can hardly resist without sex, but I cannot risk this job too. (P.S. I was fired three times for the same reason). I find my boss a little upset. He might have had a serious fight with his wife, on the phone.
‘Are you ok, Mr. Collins? You look upset…’
‘Tell me, Joanna, why are you, the women, so jealous?’
After a couple of seconds, surprised by his question:
‘I can’t answer this question. I have never been jealous on somebody’
‘Really? Not even once? Didn’t you ever try to control your boyfriend, to check his phone, to check on him on the phone every hour, etc?
(smiling) ‘I don’t have a boyfriend. To answer your question, I believe every person should be free to do what he or she wants, even in a relationship. Don’t you?’
‘I agree. But how come a beautiful girl like you does not have a boyfriend?’
‘You don’t want to know, Sir’
‘Oh, yes, I do. We have plenty of time. Come here, closer, Joey.’
The word ‘closer’ pushed my magic button. I moved the chair closer to him as millions of sex positions were running through my head. For too long I’ve dreamed about having sex with him. I’m sure the idea of a hot secretary sucking his cock haunted him too, at least once.
‘You see, I have a little problem…’ I said.
‘Are you sick?’
‘Kind of…’
‘What symptoms do you have?’
‘I have an increased sexual appetite’ I told him, blushing.
He smiled back to me and moved his chair closer to mine.
‘Really? Me too and I am not sick. Men are usually those with an increased sexual appetite. Who made you think you are sick? To me, you would be just perfect…’
‘Mmm…so, you think you could help me with this, Mr. Collins?’
‘Of course! We could start right now, if you want’, he replied.
He stood up from his chair and came even closer, leaning against the desk. He was right in front of me, looking straight into my eyes. I stood up too and turned my back, leaning against him and resting my head on his shoulder.
A rough bulge, getting up like a car jack, preceded his warm breath on my neck. As I put my right hand on his leg, he started biting the lobe of my ear. I haven’t had sex in a long time (around two weeks) so my pussy got extremely wet. I wished I could have played a little more, but I was too horny and I could not resist.
We switched places and started kissing wildly. He lifted my skirt and threw my panties on the floor, acting like a wild animal. This made me so horny that I almost came, before even being penetrated. I bent over the desk, waiting to be fucked.
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‘What happened, why did you stop?’ I asked furious.
‘I don’t have a condom’ he said.
‘I don’t care about the fucking condom, I don’t have any STD and I use birth control pills. Now fuck me!!!’
I know I sounded desperate but I really was. He took off his pants and filled me with the most pleasurable heat I’ve ever felt. As I was too wet, his penis immediately slipped inside of me. I could not see his cock but I could feel how long and thick it was. As soon as he started fucking me, I got goose bumps!
‘You filthy animal, give it to me!’ I said loudly.
‘I like when you talk dirty… Don’t yell. They’ll hear us…’
Two minutes later, a strong contraction spread from my clitoris to my vagina and then through all my body. I did not let my reactions betray me, so I went on without telling him I had an orgasm. Being a nymphomaniac, I could have up to 100 orgasms a day, or even more. It all depends on how many men I sleep with.
I stood up and turned my face to him. He lifted me on the desk and spread my legs wide while kissing my neck. The position made me feel as good as in my wet dreams with my boss. To increase my sexual pleasure, I started rubbing my clit while he was fucking me hard. I am a sex expert so I used my skilled movements to drive him crazy.
‘You drove me crazy…’ he said. (Told you!)
I stopped for a moment because I did not want him to cum so fast! Two minutes later, after being fucked really hard, I came again. This time, he noticed it. I could not control my moans and my breathing rhythm. His penis was soon drowned by the liquid coming out from my pussy. I went on, in search of my third orgasm. My boss was greater that I have imagined. I was impressed that a 43-year-old guy was fucking me better than a 25-year-old one.
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‘Get on your knees’, he said.
I love the way he told me to suck his dick…like he wanted to control and dominate me. I obeyed his command and I began sucking his juicy cock, in a way that only I can: impatiently and longingly. I put my wet hand around his penis and I began eating his dick as if I have been starving for ages. He was so horny that he could barely stand up, so he leaned against the desk. I used all my deepthroat techniques and I made him moan from pleasure, from ups and downs in a slow motion to fast and deep swallows of his pre-cum.
Somebody is knocking on the door.
My boss can’t resist anymore and he cums on my face.
‘Sir, it’s Amanda. Your wife came and she wants to see you. Should I let her in?’
I don’t wanna stop him in the middle of the pleasure, so I remain on my knees, swallowing his sperm until there is nothing left.
‘No Amanda, give me 5 minutes please.’
He helped me clean my blouse with a wet tissue and we both dressed up as quickly as possible.
