Suited man Part4 I am not sue how it happened but I am glad it did. I am a sex addict.

I love it, need it. My softness is constantly wet, my nipples hard.

What is it? Well, I would have to say it is my job. I love it. I am officially a secretary, an soft placeistant. Unofficially I am a whore. That is right.

A slut. Somehow I was lucky enough to land a job with a boss who has a hard length day in and day out.

A boss who is not shy. A boss with a large thingy and lots of friends. Do I love my job? You bet. This is this what I did at work today. I dressed in my normal uniform, suit and heels. Under I wore a shelf bra and a matching garter belt and stockings.

The garter belt also was a waist cincher so it covered my torso. My blouse was white silk but very thin.

When my jacket came off there was no way you could not see my big hard nipples.

On the train that morning I teased a couple men that way.

I keep my jacket on around the women in the office. Today, I was the only women there since one was out on maternity leave and the other called in sick. The jacket was off all day. My boss Bill walked in as usual and went right to his desk. As normal I followed but did not close the door. I walked to him as he sat at his desk and dropped to my knees. No one here today? No sir. Bill already had his huge thingy out and I took him in my mouth. I sucked and toyed him. He held my hair from my face and held my head to his length. He called he is whore, his slut. He told me how he was going to fill my mouth with cum and how he wanted me to swallow every bit. He did and I did. I stood and he called me a good girl. He left his thingy out of his pants as he reached for my skirt and lifted. He stroked the front of my silken bare softness. Then he dropped my skirt and pulled my nipples through my shirt. He loved to pinch them very hard. It used to hurt, now it causes me to moan.

I wait each day for it. It is addictive. His length twitched.

It grew. I watch him harden. God I loved his length.

I loved how he was always hard. I had found the bottle of viagra in his desk once but never said a word. I knew men did not stay hard 22 hours a day alone but he wanted me to think so.

He was not getting laid at home, one of those cases of since the baby was born his length hurt her, or so she said. Just as well for me because I needed it more than he knew. He turned me so I leaned over his desk and he lifted my skirt. He said nothing but slipped his length in me.

Slowly he pushed into my wet snatch. I loved it. He pulled my nipples. Then the phone rang. He reached for it.

It was his private line which meant it was his wife or a friend.

It was his wife.

He had let go of my nipples to answer the phone so now he grabbed my hair with one had.

He pushed deep trying to get a sound from me. It made me wetter. I knew he wanted a whimper. Something that he could hear and not Shelia. He wanted to be able to get mad at me and spank me.

He picked up the pace.

I moved to cushion the impact.

It hurt and felt good. He slammed into me as he said goodbye and I made a noise. Bad girl, Bill played me hard and deep and pulled my hair and nipples. When he was sure I had cum too soon for him to cum he pulled out and stepped back.

He led me to the chair by the window and bent me over it. This was something we did almost daily. He liked the people in the hotel across the way to watch. Sometimes he used me in the conference room so the office building on the other side watched.

He displayed my softness and played me a bit more. Then he pulled out and spanked me.

One, two, three, each getting harder. He knew what I wanted. I wanted the words and he wanted to say them.

Whore, length sucking slut.

Four, his length was fully erect. Dirty playing whore. he plunged into me and played me hard.

I closed my eyes. He reached for my breasts.

I had opened my blouse. They were naked. He pinched them and I came.

Shaking and moaning. I felt the cum rush into me. He pounded and pounded and then he pulled out. I swung around and dropped to my knees. He pushed in past my lips and came in my mouth. I sucked and toyed him clean.

Then I stood. He buttoned my blouse and kissed me sweetly. Break is over and he did up his pants and moved to his desk.

I went to my desk as Paul walked into the office. Paul is another member of our firm. He said Good Morning and asked where Gina was today. I told him she was out sick. He stared at my nipples.

They were hard. Bill did not know that I had been flirting with Paul. It was a daily diversion for me. . I made sure he could see my nipples through my blouse. I know he sees them and is excited because he leaves right away and he is pink in the face.

Today I felt brazen. I heard Bill on the phone with a client. I reached up and stroked one nipple through the fabric. Quickly and softly just incase Paul was offended. He looked me in the eyes and I smiled slightly.

Then I felt his warm hand through the fabric on my breast. He stroked one and then the other. He said nothing. Bill could be heard in the distance still talking.

I unbuttoned three buttons and pulled open the fabric to display my breasts.

I must tell you that of all the things I have, my tight softness and my great breasts are the best. He touched my skin lightly. Oh God, yes. Nice.

He cupped them and rubbed his thumb across the nipples. They got harder, tighter. He pulled his hands away and looked over his shoulder towards Bills office and the sound of his voice. Thank you.

I have got to go now.

He said and he went to his office and closed the door.

I did not see either man for over an hour.

I went to the ladies room and cleaned up. I washed my softness and fixed my makeup.

I dabbed a little perfume on the inside of my thighs. I went back to my desk and got lost in mountains of paperwork and a sea of phone calls.

At 12:30 Bill came out of his office on his way to lunch. He was meeting his wife for lunch here in the city. He stood behind me and pinched each nipple while reaching over my shoulders. He told me a good girl would call him in 30 minutes and tell him how she needed her boss to play her. How she needed him to call her dirty names and cum on her face.

I smiled and said Of course. and he was off.

Now my nipples tingled and my softness responded. The office was quiet and there was not another sound.

I slipped my hand under my skirt and stroked my bare softness and found my personal place. It was hard.

I rubbed it and rubbed it.

Finally I found my wet warmth and pushed first one and then two fingers into it. It was wonderful but I wanted more. I knew that Bill kept a dildo and toys in his desk. He sometimes would use them on me during the day to add to our pleasure. I went into his office and sat at his chair and masturbated with the dildo. It was thick and long and I got lost in the feeling of it pushing deep into me.

I also loved the feeling of masturbating in Bills chair. Suddenly I heard a gasp and opened my eyes. Paul stood in the doorway rubbing his length through his pants. I smiled and toyed my lips and asked him to come in and help me