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A Boss Like A Father
by Zyguy (zyguy@goplay.com)

***

Sure, why not? Opportunities like this don't come 
around as often for me as they used to. It's not like 
everybody doesn't get some action on the side now and 
then. And besides, she's so young and hot. (MF, work, 
cheat)

***

Well, my thinking that first night wasn't all that 
clear with all the shots we had been taking. We were 
both pretty toasted, thousands of miles away from home 
on a business trip. 

We work for a large corporation. I'm a regional manager 
for our business, and she's a direct report. We work 
very closely and have a great professional 
relationship. It's kind of funny to think how much we 
have in common, even though we're in such different 
stages of life. 

You see, I'm married, with a couple of great kids, 
house, BBQ with the neighbors on Sunday and all that 
dull stuff, and she's just a few years out of college, 
still with a fun loving college mentality. From that 
point of view, we couldn't be more different. 

At work, we get along pretty well. I actually liked to 
think of myself as her mentor. A couple of times I had 
to defend her when she was about to become a scapegoat 
for some political bullshit, and more than once I was 
sure to share some of my limelight on her when the big 
sales came through. I'm pretty sure I would have done 
it for any young staff member with such promise and 
promotability. Besides, you have to keep these young 
employees happy with bonuses and stock options, or 
they'll get lured away by our competitors. 

Well, it turns out that this fatherly mentor roll along 
with our good rapport was about to turn into something 
more. 

It all happened on our business trip overseas. I had 
just finished a hectic vacation with the family, 
complete with fighting kids and spat with the wife. I 
guess she had a tiff with her boyfriend that week too. 
First thing Monday morning, we met at the airport, 
burned out and stressed from the tight schedules. 

After a weekend of stress and planning, we finally were 
sitting on the plane, with nothing to do but relax and 
talk for the 16 hour flight. It was strange, because we 
talked for almost the entire flight, when we should 
have been getting rest for the work ahead. But, as much 
as I hate flying, I was sorry the flight ended. It was 
kind of exciting talking to such a cute young thing, 
who was obviously enjoying herself just as much as I 
was. 

Well, after the first grueling day, we went out for a 
nice dinner. Since she had never even been out of the 
country, she was completely lost in this city. Having 
been there several times, I took her to a nice dinner 
club in a ritzy part of town. 

I admit that since I had known her, I was of attracted 
to her. I mean, who wouldn't be? She has the face of an 
angel, silky soft hair and smooth skin. Her petite 
frame was almost girlish, with her tiny waist, except 
for her nice round ass. 

In all that time, I never made a move. The thought 
hadn't even entered my mind, we were so different. 
Besides, what would she see in an old geezer like me? 

But sitting in the back of that cramped taxi, both very 
stewed, our thighs were pressed together. Every turn, 
every traffic light, we were bumped and jostled against 
each other. I was starting to want her sexually, and I 
think she wanted me too. 

Back at the hotel, I made some pretense for her to come 
to my suite to look at some figures. I don't know what 
I was doing. I was kind of flirty, kind of just goofing 
around. I definitely didn't think something would come 
of it. But I wasn't really thinking, I guess. 

In my suite, at the desk, we sat together. My hand 
brushed against hers as we looked over the laptop 
computer. I could tell that she wanted me to kiss her.  
She looked at me with those soft eyes and I knew. 

Dilemmas, dilemmas. I was married. She was an 
underling. I was twice her age. Oh, what the fuck. You 
only live once. 

I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to face 
me, as I put my lips on hers. She responded by closing 
her eyes and parting her lips, as my tongue entered her 
mouth. Her chest heaved as caressed her body, running 
my hand from her thigh up her side, against her tight 
firm body. When my hand lingered against the side of 
her breast, she melted as she had to break our kiss to 
even breathe. 

My hands lifted her out of the chair and put her on the 
bed. She watched me as climbed on top of her and 
started kissing her again. Then her eyes closed. I 
broke the kiss this time, moving my lips to her neck. 
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as the tip of my 
tongue traced a line down to her collarbone. 

Again, my fingertips strayed to her breast, lightly 
tracing a circle around her protruding nipple. Her back 
arched as she let out a long moan. 

Man, what was I doing? This wasn't right. I couldn't do 
this. I stopped kissing her and debated if I should ask 
her to leave or not. My hand moved off her, on to her 
waist. She must have been pretty hot, because she 
gasped when my hand landed on her hip. Without even 
thinking, my hand shot down between her legs and rubbed 
her gently. Man, was she wet. I could feel the heat and 
moisture through her slacks. Good thing our company 
pays for dry-cleaning on these trips. 

That made up my mind. She was a consenting adult, 
dripping wet like that. She knew what she was doing. 

I undid her pants and slid my hand into her panties. 
She spread her legs wide as I slipped a finger into her 
dripping wet cunt. How she writhed like a cat, as I 
finger fucked her little hole in the confines of her 
pants. 

Without taking my hand out of her snatch, I rolled her 
onto her side. My other hand wedged under her and 
kneaded her small breasts through her blouse. I 
couldn't wait with the buttons, so I ripped them open. 
She started to come as I rolled her nipples between my 
fingers through the top of her bra, as my other hand 
rubbed her clit. Her body tensed, as her legs clenched 
together on my hand in her pussy, rhythmically pulsing. 

After she came down, she pulled my hand out and crawled 
on top of me. She undid my tie and ripped my shirt 
open. Shit, how was I going to explain that to my wife, 
I thought, as she started rubbing and licking my chest. 

Then she went down and undid my fly, with her teeth. 
Man, how long had it been since someone did that? I 
stopped thinking about anything at all when she got her 
lips around my cock. I sat up on my elbows to watch her 
gorgeous face suck me off. Her lips spread wide and her 
cheeks hollowed out as she slid me in and out of her 
mouth. I was mesmerized by watching her, up and down, 
up and down on my cock. I got harder and harder, as she 
struggled to keep as much as my meat in her mouth as 
she could. 

I couldn't wait any more. I pulled her off my rock hard 
dick and shot my tongue back into her mouth. I thought 
she was going to come again. I stopped, and completely 
undressed her. 

She was a sight to behold--her smooth tanned skin all 
over her slender petite body. Her thin waist blended 
into her round ass, and her swollen nipples stood out 
of her firm tits. 

I stripped the rest of my clothes off, and climbed 
between her legs, pushing her knees apart with mine. My 
hands started at her thighs and ran up her body, over 
her hips, up her midriff, over her breasts and hard 
nipples, up to her soft arms, bringing her wrists 
together above her head. 

I held both of her wrists with one hand, and brought 
the other one back down, slowly, feeling everything, as 
she writhed, pinned with her arms helpless. 

With my body over hers, my hard cock was pressed 
against her dripping cunt. With my free hand, I guided 
the head of my swollen shaft against her wet clit. I 
teased her hole, just barely putting my head in, and 
taking it out, rubbing it around her clit. 

This drove her wild, as her hips started to slowly 
buck, trying to get my cock deeper in her. Her arms 
struggled to get free to pull me in, but I held them 
tight. Mercilessly, I teased her. 

"Please, do it. Do it" she whispered hoarsely. 

"Do you want it, baby?" I asked. 

"Oh yeah, I want it. Put it in!" 

"How bad do you want it? Say it." 

"Oh Bob, I want it so bad. Fuck me. Fuck me, Bob. Fuck 
my box with your cock, oh fuck me fuck me." 

I couldn't resist it myself, and I plunged my cock into 
her. On the first stroke, I sank in to the hilt, 
ramming the back of her cunt. She screamed and her body 
rocked with another orgasm. 

My free hand reached around and grabbed her meaty ass. 
My fingers sank into her flesh as I pumped her. She 
moaned loudly and her hips bucked wildly, making the 
bed squeak. I thought the management would be knocking 
on our door any minute now, in this conservative city. 

I let go of her wrists with my other hand and brought 
it under her other ass cheek. My fingers lifter her ass 
off the bed, giving me the most leverage as my cock 
plumbed the depths of her pulsing cunt. With every 
thrust my balls slapped her ass, as I pumped in and 
out. 

Finally, I came, moaning out. As my hot come shot up 
into her, she came again. With every dying stroke, the 
last drops of come drained from my balls into her 
dripping wet hole. 

I collapsed into her, and we lay there, panting, not 
saying anything. That was a great fuck, but I was 
starting to feel the guilt of cheating on my wife of 
how many years. What she said totally brought me out of 
that reverie into a whole new shock. 

She whispered into my ear, "I love you." 

I was stunned. This was supposed to be a carefree 
fling, I thought. 
What was she thinking? 

"I love you," she said again.  After another pause, she 
spoke. "These last few days have been amazing. It's 
like we were made for each other. I mean, I've dated 
before, but I've never felt this way before." 

True, it had been pretty intense lately, and we were 
working like a well oiled machine. In more ways than 
one, after that night. I was getting a little choked up 
myself. I didn't know what else to say, so I said it 
myself. 

"I love you too." As soon as the words left my mouth I 
felt like I wanted to take it back. But then she 
wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. 

What a fine mess this was. At least I'd be able to fuck 
her some more. This would be a fun trip... 

* * * 


After that, we said it all the time. I managed to 
extend the trip to a whole week. We barely slept at 
all. When we weren't working like hell to close the 
deal, we were fucking. We were in sync. Each knew what 
the other was going to say before she even said it. And 
the sex was the best either of us ever had. 

The whole trip was really like a suspension of reality. 
I was far from my family, and she was far from her own 
life. All we had was the project and each other, and it 
was good. 

When it was time to go back, the house of cards began 
to come down. The last night, after the third time we 
made love, I told her that I loved her and always 
would, but I had to think about my kids. She didn't say 
anything for a while, but then said she understood, 
before quietly crying in my arms. 

When we got back, I went home to my wife and my kids, 
and she went back to her boyfriend. We acted like 
nothing happened, other than a great bonding trip. 
There was definitely a closer bond between us. People 
at meetings would glance at each other when I would say 
something and she would spontaneously complete my 
thought. 

After a week, I thought things were in the clear. We 
were still pretty close, staying late to talk either in 
my office, or hers, with the door open. Perfectly 
acceptable, among colleagues. Until the day of our 
meeting. 

She called in the morning to say that should couldn't 
make the afternoon meeting, but if I would be staying 
late we could go over it at 7. I agreed, thinking 
nothing of it. 

When I came to her office, the halls were empty. I sat 
there, thinking I was safe with the door open. But as 
the meeting went on, she grew despondent. 

"Bob, I miss you. I miss you so much." 

"Gail, I miss you too. But we agreed..." 

"I know," she said. "But it just hurts, seeing you 
every day and knowing you're right there, but that I 
can never have you and that you're trapped in your life 
and I'm in mine." 

I remained silent. Where was this going? 

"But I still love you, Bob. I haven't stopped loving 
you since the trip. I miss being in your arms." She 
started to get teary eyed. 

I don't know if it was the single tear down her 
beautiful face, or if it was the soft glow of her skin. 
I should have walked out, but instead I went over and 
held her. 

Her arms reached around me, and I held her tighter. She 
felt so good, so small and so soft. I leaned down and 
kissed the top of her head, smelling her hair. We 
pulled each other closer and harder. 

My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it 
caressed her back and kept going down to her ass. She 
responded by grinding her hips into my thigh, spreading 
her legs in her tight skirt suit. Both my hands cupped 
her ass checks, gripping her flesh. She turned her head 
up and grabbed my head, pulling it down to hers. As we 
kissed, I could feel the electricity between us, that 
had been building up with the knowledge that we could 
never touch like this again. 

I broke the kiss and turned her around, bending her 
over the desk. She stopped herself with her hands, but 
I pushed her all the way down, her body and face coming 
down in a large stack of papers, spilling folders and 
pens all over the desk and floor. I pushed her high 
heeled feet apart and reached down with my hand, 
running it up her inner thigh into her skirt. The 
little slut's panties were already wet. 

I hiked up her skirt and pinned her against the desk, 
as I pulled my pants down. I shoved my cock into her 
back door and rammed it home into her pussy. As I 
fucked, her hole got wetter and wetter, till I slid in 
and out, pounding her. Meanwhile, she was moaning, 
sucking on her finger, as I fucked the hell out of her 
from behind. 

As I felt her coming, I did a couple quick strokes and 
pulled out. I quickly flipped her onto her back, and 
jumped up on the desk straddling her chest on my knees. 
I stuck my dripping throbbing cock in her mouth and 
pulled her head up to take my shaft. 

"Take it, you slut. Suck your own juices off my cock." 

Her body continued to pulse, as I fucked her mouth. I 
could see her own juices around her lips, as the 
practiced cocksucker took me into her throat. She 
continued to moan and buck and that set me off. 

I came into her throat. I wasn't sure if she was 
expecting it or not, because she gagged, but I held her 
head still. Then she started to suck and swallow my 
come, as I kept thrusting my hips into her face. She 
kept sucking me until I couldn't take it anymore and 
had to pull out. We collapsed again. 

"Bob, I love you. I'll do anything, just as long as we 
can be together some of the time." 

"Gail, I love you too. I always have and always will." 
This time, it was only half lie. 

Then we noticed the door was still open. 

I jumped up and looked out the door. No one in the 
hall. But someone could easily have walked by without 
us knowing it. 

This whole thing was completely out of control, but I 
couldn't help it. We fuck all the time, after work, at 
lunch, in my office, in hers, in the car, in motel 
rooms, and once on the conference room table. It'd be 
the end of my career, and probably marriage, if we were 
ever caught. But I can't help it. I don't stand a 
chance against her soft skin, her beautiful face, and 
her wicked ass. 

I know it's wrong, but what can I do? 

END

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