Monday morning I sat in front of my boss. I told him of the wonderful progress my mother was making. I suggested that maybe his wife would benefit from a few visits to the clinic. He was having a difficult time concentrating on what I was saying, as I sat with my legs crossed showing off my stocking tops. He said he would think about it, so I gave him the doctor's number. As I placed it down on his desk his fingers went up the back of my skirt. I smiled at him as he groped my stocking top.
"Sir, you have a meeting in 20 minutes," I said with a grin.
I pulled away and held the back of my skirt up over my ass. I looked over my shoulder and gave him a cheeky grin. He got up and followed me into his bathroom. I lay down on the carpet and he pulled my panties down. He moved between my legs and started to fuck me. I clung to my wonderful boss as I congratulated myself on getting his wife further away from him. I smiled up at him his pace increased. He soon unloaded into me and pulled off straightening his clothes. I stood in front of him adjusting his tie for him. He watched as I slipped my panties into his pocket.
"If you get bored in the meeting just put your hand in your pocket," I said, with a sexy grin.
The following day he came out to my office and grabbed my hand. I tottered behind him on my high heels. He dragged me forcefully into his bathroom and I clung to the toilet as he took me from behind. I felt a stinging slap to my ass. It shocked me at first but by the time the second, third, and fourth slap landed. I was bucking back searching for the next.
"God Amy, you are so fucking hot," he hissed in my ear.
I had dinner with him the next night. He insisted that we were given a small room just to ourselves. Again I worked on him about the clinic helping his wife.
"She is not my wife anymore."
I looked down at the piece of paper that he slid across the table. All my dreams were starting to really come together.
"So you are a free man now," I said with a grin, I raised my glass and gave him a sexy smouldering look over the top of it.
I slipped my shoe off and ran my stocking foot up his trouser leg. He grinned at me.
"I want to take you home and fuck you in my bed. I want to lick your pussy until you push me away," he said, in hushed tones with a grin.
I waved the waiter over. He stood silently. I looked back at Harris, as I started wriggling in my seat. Both men watched as I threw my tiny white panties on the table. I just stared at Harris all the time. Then I looked up at the waiter who seemed to be a little red faced.
"Give those to my boyfriend, and ask him if you can retrieve my napkin that dropped between my feet on the floor."
I watched the shaking hand pick my panties up, and he then placed them down in front of Harris. The waiter gulped and tried to say something, as Harris and I just looked into each others eyes.
"Do as she says. And while you are down there, find out if she shaved for tonight."
The waiter looked between us, and raised his eyebrows a little.
"Do as he says," I said softly.
The waiter got to his knees as Harris and I looked deep into each others lust filled eyes. I pulled the hem of my knee length dress right up to my belly. We both heard a slight groan from under the table.
"Well, is she?" Harris asked.
"Yes, sir," came a throaty response from under the table.
The young waiter came up very red faced, and holding his hands in front of his tenting trousers.
"Go and pull the straps down on her dress. I want to be able to see her tits," Harris said, as he sat back in his chair.
The waiter didn't move, he just gulped and started mumbling.
"What are you waiting for?" I snapped.
Slowly he moved behind me and I felt two hot shaky hands in the thin straps of my dress. He slowly pulled the straps off my shoulders, and then I took a sip of wine. I looked at Harris the whole time, with a look that said I wanted to eat him alive! My top sagged, but due to the wired bust of the dress it didn't fall completely off my tits.
"Get them out for her," Harris said, after a pause.
"Madam, do you really want me to?"
I looked straight at Harris. I'm sure he was just testing me now, just trying to get me to give up.
"Go careful, I have a nipple ring," I said softly.
"Oh fuck," the waiter gasped.
His trembling hands reached in and he pulled my breasts out so carefully, like they were made of egg shell.
"Don't let go, play with my nipples," I whispered.
"Jesus lady!" he gasped again.
I watched Harris throw a bundle of rolled up money on the table.
"Do as she wants or you don't get your tip."
I looked down at what must have been £500 on the table. Harris watched as the shaking fingers rolled my nipples.
"Finger your pussy," Harris commanded.
I started fingering myself as Harris watched the waiter who was panting and choking a little. Harris still had a confident look on his face, although I could see how much he was turned on.
"Finger her pussy now, help her," Harris mumbled.
"No Harris," I groaned.
He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Do as he wants," I finally blurted out.
"Oh fuck me sideways!" the waiter gasped.
The waiter's trembling finger soon found my pussy. I groaned as he started rubbing me. I kept my lust filled eyes on Harris, as he sipped his wine.
"Kiss me please, I want to come now," I purred at the waiter, as my eyes looked at Harris.
I turned my head and sucked his tongue in my mouth. He went to pull away but I gripped the back of his head as I groaned and squeaked into his mouth. I shuddered on his fingers, and I was very verbal as the young waiter groaned. He was now straining to get away a little, I'm sure he thought I was a vampire or something. Finally I let him go and pushed my red mauled breasts back into my dress.
"Did you shoot?"
"Oh yes most certainly madam," the waiter croaked.
"I was talking to my boyfriend," I mumbled.
Harris sat with a grin on his face and shook his head. I snatched my panties off of him and threw them in the waiter's face.
"Here, a souvenir. They will last longer than the money, and give you more pleasure."
He quickly stuffed my panties in his pocket, and then grabbed the money.
"Now, are you gay?"
"God no," the waiter said in a shocked tone.
"Well it looks like I'll have to give my boyfriend a blow job then."
I crawled under the table as Harris told the waiter to stay outside of the door for the next 10 minutes.
"Yes, um, thank you, sir, and madam."
My mouth was already wrapped around Harris's cock as the waiter moved away.
"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as he opened the door taking one last look at me as I sucked Harris deeper.
I winked at the waiter with a mouthful of cock. He sorted of nodded back a little embarrassed. I sucked, kissed, licked, and deep throated for the next few minutes, until Harris finally let go. His hot spunk shot down my throat, and I had another orgasm on my fingers.
The waiter gave me a little smile as we walked out of the room. I grinned back as I walked out on my boyfriend's arm. I felt like I was his now. And soon I'm sure he was going to ask me to live with him.
The following weekend we delivered the old Mrs Silver to the clinic. After a brief interview the doctor said he thought he could help. Mrs Silver still thought I was her friend, crazy drunk woman! So there I was reassuring her that she would be well looked after when she came to stay in a few weeks. I went to see my mother but she was out of it. Still on the drive back I went on about how well the clinic had done with my mother. I just wanted to kick the fat assed bitch out of my front seat so I could be next to Harris. She went on about the bloody boys to Harris. Why couldn't she just leave my man alone! I got out of the car at Norwich with her and went in for coffee, while Harris went to fill up with petrol.
"Thank you for helping me. Amy, I know how difficult it must be for you being my husband's secretary."
