To say I have a thing for my boss would be an understatement. His name is James.

He’s 34 years old, tall, good-looking, intelligent, career-driven, and all-around fucking hot. I’m so attracted to him that merely making eye contact gets me wet. I think about him all the time. I can usually get any man I want.

I can’t get James though, because I don’t have the guts to go after my married boss. But I’d give anything to have one night with him. Until that happens, I just fantasize about him, even at times when I know I shouldn’t.

Two weeks ago I got caught in the rain on my way home from work. I was wearing a black dress and tall black leather boots, and I got completely drenched. As soon as I reached home I took off my clothes. But before I could take off my boots, my boyfriend Phil walked in. He reached around my body to give me a hug, grabbed my buttocks, and said, “Your ass looks so sexy in those boots.” I just smiled and walked away. I went to the couch to pick up my dress, and Phil came up behind me. He put his arms around my naked body and kissed my neck and shoulders.

As usual I slipped into my fantasy about James. I closed my eyes, and it wasn’t Phil touching me, but James. It was James’s lips kissing my neck, James’s hands reaching around my body, squeezing my breasts, caressing my hairless pussy. And it was James’s voice whispering, “I have been thinking about eating your pussy all day long.”

When “James” said that, it was like all the blood in my body had rushed to my clit. I got totally fucking turned on. I never opened my eyes. I turned around, dropped to my knees, and shoved Phil’s dick in my mouth. I sucked it like it was a giant lollipop. I ran my tongue up one side and down the other. The more I sucked, the wetter my pussy got. My wetness began dripping down my thighs. Just when “James” was about to come, I pulled back, opened my eyes, and said, “That’s enough.” Then I got up and walked into the kitchen. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to see him follow after me, and he did.

He backed me into the refrigerator and said, “That’s not enough.” He stuck his tongue in my mouth and kissed me. He dropped to his knees, looked up at me, and said, “How badly do you want me to eat your cunt right now?”

I replied in a sultry voice, “Real bad, baby. So fucking bad it hurts.” And he (“James”) did. He opened my labia and licked my clit in a rapid wavelike motion. Then he stuck his tongue so deep in my cunt, I screamed out loud. When he was done he stood up, turned me around 180 degrees, grabbed my waist, and stuck his dick deep into my dripping-wet pussy. With every pounding thrust I got wetter and wetter. In my head I was screaming, “Your dick is so fucking good, James! Fuck me — fuck me hard! Fuck my wet cunt!” But on the outside I just moaned in pleasure.

After a few minutes I pushed Phil off me and told him to sit down on the chair by the table. I went over and slowly sat down on his dick. I squeezed my pussy walls tight and milked his dick up and down, starting slowly, but with each passing second I rode harder and harder. I rode him so hard that when he came I felt his cock explode inside me like a volcano. When it was all over he said to me, “I love it when you fuck me like that.” I thought to myself, If you only knew.