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 ï>¿Sarah Strips For The Boss by bam641

   Young fiancee puts on a show for the boss on her last day.

   My wife Sarah and I met in our twenties and got married quite young.  I
couldn't believe my luck when we first started dating.  I've always
considered myself an average looking guy, and definitely felt that I was
punching above my weight with Sarah.  Sarah has that kind of 'girl next
door' appeal to her.  Sexy without being slutty, cute, short and slim
despite her curvy figure.  When I first started dating Sarah she came
across as very reserved and conservative.  Always dressing modestly, but
not to the point of being boring.  However the longer we dated and the more
I got to know her, the more it became apparent that she had a strong
exhibitionist side.  We had a lot of fun exploring this throughout our
marriage.  This story is of the first time that Sarah ever exposed herself
to someone we knew, when we were both in our early twenties.

   When we were first engaged we were both still studying our respective
degrees.  To fund this we were each working less than desirable jobs. 
Sarah's job was as a receptionist at a local mechanics.  It was easy work
and paid very fairly, to the point that Sarah didn't need a second job. 
The only downside was her boss Graham.  Sarah was the only woman in her
workplace of about 10 other men, so she was used to the kind of casual
sexism and comments that came with the territory, but Graham took it to
another level.  While most of her coworkers would make the occasional
remark, or just blatantly check her out, Graham made a point of making his
feelings very clear.  On multiple occasions he had invited her out for
dinner, asked her to model for him, even going so far as to ask her if she
shaves her pussy.

   Sarah would come home after work and fill me in on all of this.  When
I'd ask her why she doesn't just quit she would reply that we need the
money, and that it's only just words.  One night however, after a few
drinks, Sarah confided in me that deep down she really enjoyed it.  She
liked the idea that this middle aged man was pining over her, lusting over
her body, imagining what she was hiding beneath her clothes.  She loved to
tease him, subtly encouraging his behaviour, knowing full well that he'd
never get what he wanted so badly.

   I always loved it when Sarah opened up like this.  It usually always
came out after she'd been drinking and her inhibitions had been lowered. 
And she knew that I loved to hear this.  Not wanting to changed the
subject, I had probed her a little.  "What if you you agreed?  Do you think
he'd even know what to do with you?" I asked.

   Sarah had laughed at the question and tried to brush it off, but I
persisted.  "Let's say just hypothetically, if you knew you were never
going to see him again...would you strip for him?" Sarah paused, blushing
and biting her lip before replying, "Yeh...I think I would."

   That was all I needed to hear.  Putting the idea to rest we didn't
discuss it again.  But all the while the memory of that conversation would
pop back into my head whenever Sarah came home complaining about Graham's
latest comments.

   ----

   It was about 5 months after that night when we were both nearing our
graduation.  Not only were we excited about seeing the end of our shitty
university jobs, but we were finally ready to pack up and move city. 
Sarah's last shift was on a Friday and her coworkers had decided that they
needed to send her off with some farewell drinks.

   I was painfully aware that this was the perfect opportunity to nudge
Sarah in the direction of showing off for Graham, but I didn't want to come
across too strongly and scare her out of the idea, considering that she was
only half heartedly agreeing to go along to the drinks in the first place.
I figured I would wait until she had a couple of drinks in her and see how
the night went.

   When Friday night came along I was stuck back late at my job as a
kitchen hand.  One of my coworkers had called in sick and we were all
struggling to pick up the slack.  By the time I finally clocked off Sarah
had been out of work for 4 hours, and I figured that they might not even
still be out.  Sarah wasn't answering her phone so I jumped in a cab and
went straight over to the bar I knew they would be at.

   Only about 3 blocks down from the mechanic's, the bar was an absolute
dive, right in the middle of the industrial park.  But it was a local
favourite given its size and the fact that any drink cost about a third of
what you would pay anywhere else.  By the time I arrived it was abundantly
clear that everyone was making full use of the cheap drinks and Graham's
bar tab.

   About 7 of Sarah's coworkers including Graham were still here.  They
were seated in the back corner in a large semicircular booth.  Sarah was
squeezed into the middle, between two guys I'd met before name Tom and
Chris.  Everyone was huddled together laughing and looking down at the
phone held out in Tom's hand.  I walked up to the table and was greeted by
a bunch of drunken cheers.  Sarah looked incredibly tipsy, her cheeks
flushed and swaying slightly, but laughing and clearly having a good time.

   "So, what's so funny on the phone?" I asked, noticing that Tom had
pulled it away and was now holding it under the table.  An uncertain look
was shared between a few of the guys, before looking back at me.  I was
about to tell them not to worry about it when Sarah piped up.  "Oh don't
worry, he won't mind," she said, snatching the phone from Tom and passing
it over the table to me.  "We were just taking a few photos to commemorate
my last night here.  We may have got a little carried away, but it's no
more than I'd show at the beach," she said with a grin.

   I turned my attention to the phone in my hand.  Looking down and
starting to scroll through the photos, I saw picture after picture of
everyone at the table posing in various groups smiling for the camera.  As
I scrolled along I noticed that every photo seemed to include Sarah, who
was slowly getting more and more tipsy in each passing image.  Finally I
came across the first photo that Sarah had been talking about.

   This one showed the entire group standing by over by the far wall.  It
was instantly recognisable as it was covered in hundreds of photos, each
one showing different patrons of the bar over the years.  There was a tacky
neon light hanging above their heads, framed dead centre.  What stood out
about this photo was that Graham and Chris were standing either side of
Sarah, each firmly holding one of her breasts through her shirt.  Sarah had
a look of mock surprise on her face, clearly laughing for the camera man.

   "Phil the bartender took these for us," said Chris leaning over.  We
said we'd let him pick the best one for his wall.  I smiled and nodded in
reply, too engrossed in the phone in my hands.  Flicking to the next
picture, the image in my hands changed slightly.  Sarah had turned around
and was now looking back over he shoulder, smiling at the camera.  Graham
and Tom were still either side, their hands now clamped firmly on her
jean-clad ass cheeks, squeezing hard.

   My pulse was racing as I realised that there were still more photos.  I
had intended for Sarah to loosen up enough to show off a little to Graham,
maybe a nip slip or flashing her ass, but this was more than I had
expected. Still, despite my nerves, I found myself incredibly aroused at
the thought of what I had been missing while I was at work.

   Swiping to the next picture, I felt a sudden lump in my throat.  Sarah
was in the same position as before, except she had loosened her jeans and
slid them down just over her ass cheeks.  The thong that she was wearing
was so thin that it almost looked invisible, tracing its way between her
cheeks.  Graham and Chris' hands were exactly where they were in the last
picture, firmly holding onto her ass cheeks.  Graham had given up any
pretence of looking at the camera and was staring intently at Sarah's
smooth ass.

   I swiped to the next photo and was momentarily relieved to see that
Sarah's jeans had been pulled back up.  The relief was short lived as I
noticed that she was now holding her shirt up under her chin, her bra-clad
breasts on show.  She was wearing a skimpy black lace bra to match her
thong.  Her firm B cup breasts looked amazing, and even in the photo you
could just make out the outline of her hard nipples straining against the
fabric.  Again, Graham was staring down at her cleavage, undisguised lust
in his eyes.

   I held my breath as I swiped to the final photo.  Sarah's bra had now
been pulled up along with her shirt.  She was grinning from ear to ear, her
eyes clamped shut with apparent embarrassment.  She had both of her hands
clamped over her nipples, but you could just make out the faint hint of
light brown skin above her left hand.  Something about the way that she had
failed to completely cover herself drove me wild.

   I was startled back to reality by Tom's voice.  "I think that's the one
that's going on the wall," he said.  "The pose was actually Phil's idea." I
sensed that Tom was trying to shift the blame and noticed that a few people
at the table were anxiously waiting to see my reaction, wondering if they'd
pushed their luck.  "It's all good guys," I said laughing, "Looks like a
fun photo shoot."

   Everyone seemed to ease up after that and conversations resumed.  I
poured myself a drink and started playing catch up.  With Sarah squeezed in
across the other side of the table I had no hope of talking to her so I
spent some time chatting with the other guys.  After a couple of hours I
was well and truly tipsy.  By around 1am about half of the guys had drifted
off home.  I found myself alone with Graham playing darts.

   Like me, he had been drinking solidly for the last few hours, but seemed
to be holding himself better than I was.  He was playing far better than
me, and I was struggling to keep up.  Eventually our conversation moved to
the pictures that had been taken before I arrived.  He seemed to be
emboldened by the fact that I hadn't been annoyed when I arrived.

   "So me and the boys were thinking we might enlarge some of those photos
to decorate the lunch room with.  You know like a fun momento of Sarah's
time here?" he said watching me.

   "Yeh sounds good, I don't think she'd mind," I replied, shrugging, "I
mean, if it's going up on the wall of the bar everyone in the area can see
them anyway."

   "I've got to tell you," he continued, almost as though he hadn't heard
my reply, "when I had my hand on her ass, and she had that pretty little
thong on...it took every bit of restraint not to pull those cheeks apart
and see what's hiding between them."

   I was stunned.  Sarah had always told me everything he would say to her
at work, but I had never expected him to come out with something this
explicit.

   "I've been dying to know if she shaves that little cunt of hers, but she
won't tell me.  She's a coy one, your girl is." He laughed derisively,
looking across to the bar to where Sarah was sitting with Tom and Chris,
swaying in her seat.  "If I had it my way," Graham continued, "I'd have her
scrubbing the floors butt naked on her hands and knees instead of sitting
behind that desk like an uptight little college girl."

   I was startled by how freely he was talking about Sarah.  Clearly he was
a lot drunker than he was letting on.  Before I could think of something to
say in response, the bartender Phil's voice rang out calling last orders.
Apparently deciding that this was their cue to exit, Tom and Chris knocked
back their drinks.

   We all made our way out to the street where Sarah was already hugging
the two guys and saying farewell.  They both said that they'd had enough
for the night and were calling a cab.  I was just starting to think that
the night was over and feeling slightly disappointed when Graham clapped a
firm hand on my shoulder and said, "Well no reason to call it a night.  Why
don't we head back to the shop?  We've got a well stocked liquor cabinet
and there's no last call."

   Sarah's face lit up at this and she hastily agreed.  Next thing I knew
the three of us were making our way down the dark street back towards the
workshop.  Graham let us in and lead the way to the back lunch room, a
spacious area with a few couches, tables, a TV and a kitchen.  Sarah and I
sat down as Graham busied himself pouring drinks at the kitchen counter.

   Bringing back three tall glasses of vodka soda, he handed one to each of
us.  Judging by the smell and the taste, there wasn't much soda in them. 
We sat and chatted for a while.  Sarah and Graham did most of the talking,
I was too lost in my own thoughts, wondering how I could casually move the
conversation back towards the photos from earlier.  Before I got my chance,
Sarah asked if anyone wanted to play a drinking game and if they had any
suggestions.

   "How about that?", I said, pointing over at the dartboard hanging on the
far wall.  "You can play Graham first, then I'll play the winner."

   "I've got a better idea," interrupted Graham.  "If we're going to play a
game, how about we make it interesting?  I still haven't sent out your last
pay cheque Sarah.  If you beat me...I'll triple the amount."

   Sarah raised her eyebrows and looked over at me.  Turning back to Graham
she said, "And what happens if I lose?"

   Graham let the question hang in the air for a moment before replying,
"If you lose, you have to strip for me.  Right here in this room.  And I
mean proper strip.  Butt naked, down and dirty."

   There was a tense moment of silence.  Sarah turned and gave me a
questioning look.  I shrugged back at her as if to say 'it's up to you'. 
Finally turning back to Graham she replied, "Deal."

   Despite how drunk she clearly was, it was apparent that Sarah had spent
a bit of time practising on this dart board.  It was a close game, but she
beat Graham, leaving him with a sour look on his face.  Apparently not
prepared to concede defeat he demanded, "Double or nothing!"

   "What do you mean?" Sarah asked.

   "One final game, no replays, double or nothing," Graham said.  "If you
win I'll pay you four times what your pay cheque would have originally
been. If you lose, I'll still pay you the original double, but you have to
pose for me while I take pictures.  And you have to do any pose I say, no
objections."

   Sarah stopped to think for a moment, apparently weighing up the choices.
"If I lose, and I won't," she said smiling, "just pictures.  No touching,
agreed?"

   "Agreed," replied Graham, holding out his hand.  Sarah shook it and they
began their second game.

   It became immediately clear that Sarah had been played.  Graham was much
better than he had let on in the first round.  With his first three darts,
he hit the triple-twenty square on.  It only took a couple of minutes
before the game was finished, with Graham beating Sarah by over 80 points.
She stood there slack-jawed staring at the dart board as the reality of
what had just happened started to seep in.  After throwing the his last
dart Graham had walked out of the room in the direction of his office and
now returned holding a large and expensive looking camera.

   "Well, no time like the present," he said, laughing.

   Sarah was still standing by the dart board, he face now flushed with
embarrassment.  I realised my whole body was trembling with anticipation at
what would come next.  Walking over to the coffee table, Sarah picked up
the bottle of Vodka and took a long swig straight from the bottle. 
Grimacing as she swallowed it, she said, "I need a minute," then turned and
walked straight into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

   A couple of minutes passed, which Graham spent setting up his camera and
adjusting the lens.  Realising that Sarah probably wasn't coming out I
tried to think of something to offer Graham to convince him to let her off
the hook.  Right as I was turning to speak to him, I heard the sound of the
door latch pulling back.  I spun around to face the bathroom door and felt
my jaw drop open.

   Sarah was standing in the doorway stark naked.  Her hands hung at her
side leaving her body completely exposed.  I stood for a moment taking in
her beautiful figure, her firm breasts with their rock hard nipples, her
toned stomach and curvy hips.  It had been about a week since she had last
shaved and there was a light dusting of fair hair across her vagina.  Sarah
had always been slightly self conscious of the way that her inner lips
slightly protruded, and her lack of public hair offered no cover for them
right now.  She was trembling slightly but her face was lit up with a
smile. "So, where do you want me?" she asked.

   I suddenly snapped back to reality.  For a moment I had completely
forgotten about Graham and with a rush of excitement I realised that this
was really happening.  Graham was staring at Sarah with a lecherous grin on
his face and wasted no time in getting her into position.

   "Sit your ass over there," he said, pointing at the furthest of the
moth-eaten old couches in the room.  Sarah made a show of slowly crossing
the room, each step causing her toned ass cheeks and naked breast to
slightly jiggle.  Carefully sitting down with her knees together, she
folded her hands on her lap and looked up at Graham, who was already busy
snapping photos.

   "Don't play coy sweetheart," he said with a leer.  "Open those knees up
for me now."

   Blushing furiously, Sarah slowly parted her knees, her trimmed pussy now
on full display for Graham and his camera.  I stood there in stunned
silence taking in the scene.  Just hours earlier Graham had been her creepy
boss, a middle aged man with no hope of even seeing Sarah in a bikini.  Now
she was sitting before him, legs spread, with not even a stitch of clothing
to cover herself with.  I could tell by the way that Sarah's eyes were
starting to glaze over that she was really starting to enjoy this. 
Desperate to see how far she was prepared to take this, I kept silent and
watched the scene unfold before me.

   For the next pose Graham ordered Sarah to pull her knees up to her
chest. Doing so gave him an even clearer shot of her pussy lips as they
were thrust forward.  From where I was standing I could even see as the
slightly darker skin of her asshole came into view.  Evidently Graham
noticed this too.  His next instruction was for her to roll over with her
knees of the floor and chest on the couch to give him a proper view of that
'pretty little ass'.

   Sarah obligingly slid onto the floor, arched her back and stuck out her
ass.  Her firm cheeks perfectly framed her pussy as it came into view.  I
couldn't believe that my beautiful fiancee was on her knees presenting her
ass to her boss in such a lewd display.  Apparently Sarah didn't seem to
think this pose was quite lewd enough.  Without any further instruction
from Graham, she reached back, firmly grasping her ass cheeks, and pulled
them apart.

   The view was completely obscene, and I was instantly rock hard.  Sarah's
entire asshole was on display, inches from Graham's face as he crouched
down and started rapidly snapping photos.  Adjusting her grip slightly
lower, Sarah pulled back again, this time causing her inner lips to part
completely, brazenly exposing her open pussy.

   I heard Graham sharply inhale, then lower the camera, staring at the
lewd display in front of him.  "My god," he said, "Your cunt is completely
fucking soaked." Sarah let out a barely audible moan in response.

   Once again I was stunned by his crude language, even more so considering
he was talking about my fiancee.  Sarah had always hated that word, and I
could not imagine how demeaned she felt.  All the same, there was no
denying what Graham had said was true.  Sarah was absolutely dripping wet,
and in her current pose you could have seen this from across the room.

   Graham resumed snapping photos, all the while Sarah just held her pose.
Once he was satisfied with the amount that he had taken, he would give her
another instruction to change her pose.  This went on for countless poses,
each one pushing the boundaries further, but Sarah followed the
instructions to the letter.  At one point Graham had her on all fours with
a sponge in her hands, scrubbing the floor at his feet.  He followed that
up by having her squat over the vodka bottle so that it was lined up with
the opening to her pussy.  We then moved from the lunch room to the
workshop floor, where Sarah was made to act out various poses such as
changing a tyre, or crawling under a car to examine the under carriage.

   Finally Graham said he had one last request.  Switching the camera over
to the video mode he positioned Sarah in the centre of the work shop floor.
He propped up a mirror in front of her, explaining that he didn't want to
miss out on seeing those blushing cheeks.  Ordering her onto all fours and
positioning himself behind her, he said, "Now I want you to shake your ass.
Shake it like you're in a strip club working for dollar bills.  I'll tell
you when to stop."

   This hadn't really been part of the arrangement, and I thought that
maybe Sarah might protest.  I was wrong.  Obediently arching her back and
spreading her legs, Sarah started shaking her ass up and down in the most
obscene display I had ever seen.  Her firm ass cheeks were bouncing wildly,
parting open then coming together bringing her asshole in and out of view.
Her pussy was now openly dripping, leaking juices down the insides of her
thighs.  I couldn't believe how this night had turned out.  My gorgeous
fiancee was shaking her pussy in her boss' face, a man who she had worked
with for nearly two years, while he eagerly filmed every second.

   "Now stop, but hold that pose," Graham said.  Switching off the camera,
he turned and walked back toward the lunch room, calling over his shoulder,
"Don't move from that spot, I'll be right back."

   Sarah was frozen on the spot, hands and knees on the grimy workshop
floor with her ass in the air.  Her pussy was still leaking uncontrollably
and there was now a small wet spot on the floor directly beneath her.  When
Graham returned after a couple of minutes, he handed me a plastic bag which
he had unceremoniously stuffed Sarah's clothes into.  In his other hand he
was holding her lace panties, which he began to wrap around his finger.

   "Now I know I said I wouldn't lay a finger on you, but technically this
doesn't count," he said, walking up to Sarah.  Without hesitation he
reached out and ran his panty covered finger along the length of her slit.
Moving across her clit up towards the opening, he quickly buried his finger
inside her and started wiggling it.

   For what seemed like an eternity, my heart stopped beating and
everything around me froze.  I could not believe the sight before my eyes.
My fiancee's dirty old boss had his finger buried inside her up to the
knuckle and was grinding it up and down.  Sarah let out a gasp at the
sudden intrusion, then with her eyes glazed over, lowered her head, thrust
her pussy towards him and let out a whimpering moan.  It only took a couple
of seconds before her whole body was convulsing as she was rocked by a
violent orgasm.

   Graham pulled his finger from her as she collapsed into a trembling
heap. He stood up, laughing as he balled the soaking wet panties up in his
fist.  "I think I'll keep these as a souvenir," he said, slipping them into
his pocket.  "You know as far as farewell parties go, this one wasn't half
bad.  I've got to close up shop now, but don't worry I've called you a cab.
Get home safe." And with that, he slapped her on the ass and walked from
the room.

   By the time I was finished processing what I had just seen Sarah was
already climbing to her feet, looking dazed.  As I helped her up she turned
to me smiling and asked, "Was that what you were hoping for?" I was lost
for words and just smiled and nodded back to her.  Looking down at the bag
of clothes in my hands she shrugged, then turned and walked towards the
front door.  Opening the door, she stepped out into the street.

   I quickly followed behind her and was met with another surprise.  Our
cab driver had already arrived, and was grinning ear to ear.  I instantly
recognised him.  Given that many of the customers at this workshop often
had to leave their cars overnight for more extensive work, the business
offered a courtesy cab to get them home.  Neil was a local cabbie who had
an arrangement with the shop.  He offered them a discounted rate as long as
they called him directly.  As the receptionist, it was always Sarah who
arranged this, and so she and Neil knew each other quite well.  He was now
standing in front of her staring unashamedly at her naked body.

   Sarah was swaying slightly, her legs tumbling, still reeling from the
combined effects of the alcohol her orgasm.  She seemed completely
oblivious to her nudity as she walked up to Neil and gave him a hug.  His
face lit up as wrapped his arms around her and let his hands rest on her
ass cheeks, squeezing them slightly before letting go.

   Without another word, Sarah pulled open the backdoor and awkwardly
climbed inside.  Clearly still unsteady on her feet, she crawled into the
back seat giving Neil a perfect view of her asshole.  Finally she collapsed
on the backseat, lying face down along the length.  Neil smiled, closing
the back door and turning to me.  "Well, best get going then shall we?" he
asked.

   I took a seat in the front next to Neil.  As he sat down he also reached
up and activated the interior camera, which now had a clear view of Sarah
lying across the back seat.  The drive home was a short one, but Sarah
still managed to toss and turn in the back seat trying to get comfortable.
She finally settled on her back, with one leg draped over the edge of the
seat and the other sticking up, bent at the knee.  This position caused her
pussy to spread slightly, giving the rear camera a perfectly centred view
of her open pussy.

   When we arrived at the our apartment block, Neil was quick to dash out
of the car and help Sarah out from the back.  By the time I was standing on
the curb he was already helping her to her feet, one hand clamped firmly
under her breast, the other gripping her ass cheek as she steadied herself
on her feet.

   Still looking dazed, she smiled and thanked him for picking us up, then
stumbled her way towards the apartment entrance.  I awkwardly thanked Neil,
who seemed oblivious to my presence, then jogged to catch up with Sarah.  I
was thankful that on a weeknight no one else was likely to be arriving home
this late.  We still had another few weeks living in this apartment and I
wasn't sure how Sarah would handle one of our neighbours seeing her in this
state.  She was still obscenely wet, and her thighs were glistening with
her juices.

   Sarah stumbled her way into the lift and leant back against the wall. 
Parting her legs to keep her balance, she closed her eyes and let out a
satisfied sigh, a slight smile on her lips.  As I helped her out of the
lift on our floor, I noticed the security camera in the elevator had been
facing Sarah square on.  I smiled to myself, thinking that some lonely
night watchmen would be in for a real surprise if they ever went back over
those tapes.