To Photograph or Not to Photograph

This week is number 500 of Wicked Wednesday. I have a memory of a conversation with Marie way back in 2012 when the moderator of Wank Wednesday announced that she was ending her meme and Marie was building a new place for weekly stories and erotic images. Back then I was deeply committed to writing and the routine of writing a piece every week for a prompt helped me to become a better writer. I felt like I was going somewhere with writing and I was excited to be part of the new era. You can read part of my first post here

Fast forward to 2021. My life has taken many twists and turns since then and my blogging and writing has ebbed and flowed. I moved my blog from Blogger to WordPress in 2014 and for a long time didn’t really post anything regular as I worked to establish my new career as a teacher. At the end of 2019 I “put a rocket up my arse” and started to pay attention to Corrupting Mrs Jones. Slowly the views and traffic increased. I kept up the commitment through 2020 and when I started my life changing voyage with Mr Jones in April of 2021 I looked forward to having the time to craft stories instead of spitting them out just in time to meet the deadlines of memes.

2021 has indeed been my biggest year and included one month where I topped over 4000 views. When I reviewed my statistics for this posts I could see that the most popular posts have been those that I included in Sinful Sunday. The top 10 posts for this year are below. Only one “Stretching Greedy Lucy” was a story. The rest are Sinful Sunday posts. 

Morning Glory

Relaxing in to it

A Small Reminder

Popping our Sinful Sunday Cherry

I am Wild and I am Free

Panties to the Side

Travelling Boobs

Stretching Greedy Lucy Pt 2

No it isn’t Straight

Double Take

I am not sure how I feel about this. I have never listed erotic photography as an interest. I started posting in Sinful Sunday as Mr Jones and I were travelling and had endless opportunities to take nude photos in great locations. I had some vague notion that it might become a hobby of his. It didn’t really work out that way. Since we have been back living in our landlubbing house obvious opportunities have become harder to find and his interest is small. I don’t feel as technically competent as a photographer as someone like Molly. But it seems that the general public are more inclined to click on a set of boobs than they are on a story that will take five minutes to read. Does this mean my writing is not worthy? I don’t know. 

Over the years of blogging I have enjoyed the therapeutic aspect of putting my thoughts somewhere that I don’t feel judged or compelled to perform. Wicked Wednesday has been one such space where I can post and get some good feedback. I also like to spend some time browsing while I enjoy my morning cup of tea, reading what other people are posting for that particular week. The feeling of “anything goes” has really helped me to relax and share my thoughts in a way that I hope is positive. I periodically think about putting a more concerted effort into writing fiction and making something of the million or so starts I have made to stories. Recently I had a coffee with a Twitter friend and he did encourage me to take some steps in that direction. But, news flash, writing a long piece that involves more than two or three fucks is hard. And it seems I have the attention span of a gold fish. 

But I am not ready to give up yet. I admire Marie for her consistent, thoughtful posts. The way she seems to find time to post and run two memes, Wicked Wednesday and Menopause Diaries, as well as Blogable. Does she ever sleep? She certainly is much more productive in front of a screen than me. I admire her and the other people in the world who have beautiful websites, amazing content and consistently work to support plebs like me who struggle to put out three posts per week consistently. 

I learned long ago that making statements like, “I am going to wow the world with my writing by writing 50, 000 words next week” are doomed to failure. I have also learned that talent is a small portion of any success story. So I will keep on keeping on. I know there are people out there who read my pages and enjoy them. And that is enough for me. 

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Friday Flashback – Working Late

“Are you going home soon?” Rebecca’s head appeared at the top of the partition that separated their work spaces.

“Soon, soon,” Jo didn’t look up from her screen. “I just want to get this finished tonight so Grumpy Arse doesn’t get on my case in the morning.”

“You work too damned hard,” Rebecca admonished her friend. “Grumpy Arse doesn’t appreciate you enough.”

“I know, I know.” Jo waved her hand absently. “I promise I will come out for drinks with you guys tomorrow night.” She looked up from her screen for a few moments to smile warmly at her friend. 

Rebecca looked unconvinced. “If you say so then.” She turned and picked up her handbag. “Make sure you aren’t here too late.”

“I won’t.”

As the lift door pinged and Rebecca left the building a hush descended. A feeling of relief came over Jo. She actually liked working in an empty office with no ringing phones or colleague’s conversations to distract her. In no time she was absorbed completely in her work. 

The first thing that alerted her to his presence was his scent. Her body registered the aroma before her mind registered his presence. The familiar smell filled her nostrils and sent a warm jolt straight to her groin.

“You always work so hard Jo,” his voice whispered against her neck as his lips brushed her hairline. Gooseflesh rose along Joe’s arms and her nipples hardened against the lace of her bra. In front of her the cursor blinked, demanding the next word in the report she had been writing. She couldn’t think of a single thing except the feeling of his hands sliding over her shoulders to cup her breasts.

She exhaled as she leaned back and let her legs fall open.

“I missed those breasts,” his breath was hot in her ear as his fingers pinched her nipple. He straightened up and turned her chair around so that she sat with her face centimetres from the fabric of his trousers that was straining to contain his throbbing cock.

For a few seconds he considered unzipping himself and freeing his cock. He knew that if he did she wouldn’t hesitate to open those beautiful lips and slide them down around his aching member. He ached to feel this lips on his shaft and twist his hands into her hair, pushing himself deeper into her. He knew that once he started down that road there would be no turning back. Tonight he wanted something else.

“Which office belongs to Mr Grumpy Arse may I ask?” He looked at her quizzically. 

“That one,” Jo pointed to the office in the corner. “Why?”

Marcus took her and and led her towards the open door. “Because I am going to fuck you over his desk,” he announced casually. 

Jo stopped in her tracks, resisting his gentle tug in the direction of her supervisor’s office.

“I can’t do that!” Her heart was racing and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks. 

Marcus grinned, “And why not? He will never know.”

Jo continued to resist, “He will find out.” 

Marcus stepped close to her. His scent was intoxicating. 

“If he does he will just be very jealous that another man was enjoying this delicious neck,” he trailed kisses down the side of her neck. “And watching these gorgeous breasts bounce while you were having the life fucked out of you.” His hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her deeply. Without a word he turned and led her through the open door. 

Inside the office he pulled the door closed and guided her towards the desk. Without speaking he sat her on the desk and hitched her skirt up around her hips. She watched as he kneeled between her legs and hooked his fingers into the leg of her panties. For a moment he studied her perfect wet pinkness before he slid his tongue into her wet musky folds. He lapped at her wetness greedily as her protests turned into sighs of pleasure. When he slid two fingers into her greedy cunt her sighs turned into little whimpers that crescendoed into deep moans as he continued to pleasure her. Only when her moans peaked as her hips bucked against his face did he stop his ministrations. 

He stood up and looked at her sprawled across her detested supervisor’s desk drunk with pleasure and lust. Only then did he reach down and open his trousers to ease out his aching cock. His hand wrapped around his shaft, “You want this?” he asked.

“Yes, yes,” she didn’t hesitate.

He only paused long enough to rip open a condom wrapper before he plunged his cock into her hot hungry wetness.

“Joanne,” the familiar voice drifted through the open office door. Even though this morning he didn’t sound angry Jo still felt a stab of dread at the sound of his summons. 

“Yes Mr Newton,” she responded as brightly as she could.

“Would you come in here please?” This was a new thing. Normally he would return her work by email covered in highlighting and scathing comments. She hoped that he wasn’t about to berate her in person. 

Like a meerkat on watch Rebecca’s head popped over the partition to give her a quizzical look. Jo replied with a shrug as she stood and made her way to her supervisor’s office. Once inside the door Jo had a vibrant flashback to the previous night when Marcus had sat her on the desk in front of where Mr Newton now sat and knelt on the floor where Mr Newton’s chair now resided to lick her pussy. 

“I just wanted to tell you that the standard of the work you submitted this morning was excellent,” Mr Newton stood up to face Jo as she stood on the opposite side of his desk.

He was standing right were Marcus had stood as he slammed his cock into her while she sprawled across the jotter that she now found herself staring at. Her screams of pleasure rang in her ears as her boss continued to praise her. 

“Sit down,” Mr Newton settled back into his chair, the one Marcus had sat on last night before she impaled herself on his cock. “I think maybe it is time to talk about your future here,” 

Jo took a deep breath as she tried to clear the disturbing images of her debauchery from her mind. Her effort was wasted. As she turned to pull a chair up to the desk she saw, sitting there, right on the seat of the chair, was an opened condom wrapper!  

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 17

I have been slowly working my way through a list of thirty dirty questions that I found on the blog of Brigit Delaney. Along the way I have been joined by Marie Rebelle at Rebel’s Notes and Mike from Marriage, Sex and More. If you want to catch up on other questions you can find the links on my Thirty Dirty Questions page.

What is your favourite way to be seduced?

Photo by Antonio Friedemann on Unsplash

While I was travelling I read the book “The Game” written by Neil Strauss. The book tells of his time spent first as a trainee and then as a guru of a secret society of self titled “Pick Up Artists” These were men who were typically shunned by girls as adolescents and grew up to be the awkward nerdy types who dreamed of having sex with beautiful women but always sat in the corner of the party feeling rejected and angry at the world. 

The book describes the multitude of techniques and routines that these men use to play on the insecurities of women with the end game of scoring a phone number and ultimately sex from unsuspecting women at clubs and parties in Hollywood. Their “game” was all about illusion and using mind tricks to snare unsuspecting victims. None of the connections these men made in this way were based on true human connection. Reading the book was like watching a car crash. You know you don’t really want to see what is happening but you can’t stop looking. It made me feel sick, angry, sad and a lot of negative thoughts about the push pull between the sexes. 

Safe to say my favourite way to be seduced is NOT by cheesy pick up lines or even charming conversation. In all honesty I really can’t do mind games of any sort. I frequently tell people that I suck at social cues. By that, I mean any kind of subtle communication is confusing to me. When people say something ambiguous and expect me to pick up on what you REALLY mean never works. If you want sex say so. If you want me to suck your dick, say so. Just asking won’t guarantee a yes but at least we both know where we stand. 

The same applies with internet dating. Often when exchanging messages I don’t know what to say. I know I am witty and interesting when I write here but that is because I have time to edit and think about what I have written. Often I write a piece and then put it aside for a few days, go back and edit. Conversation doesn’t work that way. You have to go with the first draft and hope it isn’t too offensive. I can’t explain what attracts me to some men (or women) and not others. It just is. 

So how do I like to be seduced?

By someone who is clean, well presented, and can string two words together. Honest and clear about the agenda. 

And if he smells good he is very much in with a chance. 

Interestingly I had a meeting with a man recently. We had been chatting for a little while. I was in two minds about the situation. I have been holding back to create a new connection. In a perfect world RSM, Mr Jones and I would make a great trio but I am not convinced that it is going to turn out. The Silver Fox was interesting (and very sexy looking). Our conversations were interesting and when there was a lull in my life I took the chance to meet with him. 

When I saw him in the flesh for the first time I was not dissapointed. He was sexy as fuck. There was no confusion. He smelled amazing and there was no confusion about the agenda. 

The agenda, for the record, is to meet again. 

Thirty Dirty Questions – Question 16

Over the course of this year I have been working through this list of questions that originally came from the blog of Brigit Delaney. Along the way I have been joined in my journey by Marie at Rebel’s Notes and Mike at Marriage, Sex and More. You can find links to my other answers on the Thirty Dirty Questions Page.

How do you feel about being naked?

I sleep naked. I have ever since I lived in a house where I had my own bedroom and privacy was assured. I remember once at boarding school one of the older girls scandalising everyone because she slept naked. She argued that it was warmer than wearing pyjamas. I am not sure if that is the case but teenagers will come up with the weirdest reasons to justify their choices. 

Fast forward to today and how I feel about being naked changes with the number and identity of the people around me. 

In general I don’t feel entirely comfortable walking around the house (or the boat for that matter) completely naked. Even if there is no one around, except for Mr Jones of course, I am still not entirely comfortable being completely naked for extended periods. I feel better if I have at least a pair of knickers on. While we were sailing I frequently sunbathed naked and this helped me to feel more confident being naked. When you live in a tropical climate skin cancer is an issue so sunbathing has to be balanced with minimising sun damage. So I limited the amount of time I spent fully exposed. 

When I am at home I will walk around in minimal clothing a lot of the time and am not entirely concerned about being nude in front of my children. Their boyfriends / girlfriends are a different matter though, so if there are extra guests in the house I am careful to cover up. As I get older I care less of what other people think about me and this is helping a great deal. 

Friday Flashback – In the Boardroom

“So I want a complete breakdown on my desk by Monday everyone.” James concluded the meeting. His team members filed out as he collected his files into a neat pile. As he stood up to leave his eyes met the youngest member of his team, Matt, sitting at the end of the boardroom table. Suddenly the room felt warm, James’ heart beat a little faster and he felt a tightening in his groin. Last Friday night James had seen Matt in a bar he frequented in the Valley. Sitting at the end of the bar, James had watched another young man wrap his arms around Matt and slide his hands down into his pants. The two of them began making out. Young, fit bodies pressing together, oblivious to everyone around them, before they left for a more private venue. James had gone home to his own fantasies as he pleasured himself. 

Right now ,in the boardroom, with Matt’s eyes boring into him he wondered if he had been wrong. Maybe Matt had seen him watching that night. It was unnerving and arousing at the same time. Without speaking Matt stood up looking James straight in the eye. From a detached part of his mind James noted that Matt was slightly shorter than him. Something he always liked, it was a power thing. Even so it felt as though Matt was in control of the situation. The two men stood facing each other, James noticed Matt’s full lips framing a slight smirk. Suddenly he had an uncontrollable desire to feel them sliding down over his rock hard cock. The  sexual tension in the room was almost unbearable. James decided to get straight to the point. 

“Let’s get a drink in my office,” He turned and led the way out of the room.

In his office he closed the door softly behind Matt who moved over to the couch in the corner of the room.

“Scotch?” he held up the bottle.

Matt nodded his assent. As James turned his back to pour drinks he heard the sigh of a tie being removed. When he turned back with two drinks in hand Matt stood before him with his shirt unbuttoned and his hand resting on his belt buckle. In response to the questioning look in Matt’s eye James nodded as he took a step towards the couch to place the glasses on the side table. A belt buckle jingled and there was the soft sound of clothing hitting the floor as James unbuttoned his own shirt. 

He turned to face Matt who was standing in front of the couch in his briefs. Still without speaking Matt stepped forward and pushed James down onto the couch. James lay back as Matt unbuckled his pants. With a look of greed Matt reached into the loosened suit pants and eased out James’ throbbing cock. 

“Yummy,” he whispered as he reached forward and licked the bead of pre-cum that had formed at the tip. He didn’t waste any more time before he plunged his mouth down over the hard length. James groaned in pleasure. The feel of a man sucking his cock was so different from a woman. And someone so young and vital made it even more exciting. Matt moved his head up and down, taking in James’ entire length with each stroke, engulfing him in desire.

As he sucked Matt pressed his hard young body against James’ leg including his own hard throbbing cock. Somewhere in a remote part of his mind James made plans to return the favour to Matt. But right now he was drawn back into the pleasure of this moment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long. He wanted the hot hard surge of the orgasm that Matt was sucking out of him. Pressure mounted at the base of James’ cock as Matt slid his fingers around to stroke James’ arse. 

James bucked his hips in pleasure as Matt’s finger stroked around the tight sensitive hole behind James’ balls. Matt let James’ cock slide from his mouth for a moment to wet his finger before he slid it back into James’ ass. Stroking him for a moment Matt watched James’ face as he eased his finger inside him. 

“You dirty fucker,” Matt whispered as he slid his finger into James’ arse. 

He leaned down and slid his mouth down over James’ cock. The dual sensation of the mouth around his cock and the finger in his arse exploded in James’ mind. His breath was coming in sort gasps, and his hand gripped the back of Matt’s head pushing his face further down on his cock. He knew he was close now but he held back a little wanting to prolong the moment a little. 

Matt’s finger twisted a little inside him sending pleasure shooting through his body. Pushing his pelvis against Matt’s face James shot a jet of hot cum into his mouth with a loud groan. Matt held him deep in his throat as the second pulse shot out of him. For long moments the two men were pressed together before James slumped  back against the couch panting with the intensity of the encounter. 

Rocking back on his heels Matt released James’ rapidly softening cock from his mouth and stood up. The bulge in his briefs left no doubts about how aroused he was. As the young man reached forward to take his drink James reached out to caress the hard cock through the black fabric. 

TMI Tuesday – Long Showers and Lasagne

Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay

1. Shower or bath?

Water was an issue when I was a child. We lived on a farm and relied on rainwater and a bore for our water so long showers and deep baths were totally out of the question. That has imprinted on me. To this day I cannot do long showers or deep baths. I do treat myself to a long bath but probably only about once a month and I feel guilty about it almost every time. .

As an aside living on the yacht means VERY short showers. That means when we hit a marina a good long shower is one of the top priorities.

2. Are you a good cook? And if so, what’s your specialty?

I consider myself to be a good cook. Although I would qualify that by saying I am a good basic cook. I am excellent at putting together balanced meals from the vegetables in the fridge with minimal fuss. I don’t do elaborate meals with fancy garnishes, but the food that comes out of my kitchen will nourish you. The dish I cook that gets the whole family going is lasagna. True to form it comes complete with hidden vegetables but this removes the need for a side salad.

3. Is there anything you regret not doing?

Not really. My wedding is a big regret in my life because I let my mother control it far too much. I don’t know how I wanted it exactly which is probably why she was able to take control. But I look at weddings of friends and I am envious that they have their dream day while I feel like I had her day.

4. Who was the nicest person you worked for?

My current Mathematics Academic Leader is one of the most amazing generous patient people I have ever met. Even when he is correcting you it feels like a hug.

5. Do you play an instrument?

Presently I would say no. As a child I learned the piano and was reasonably proficient. These days I have so many other things in my life I don’t have the discipline to practice enough to restore the skill.

Bonus: Do you dream?

In vivid technicolor yes. About all sorts of things. Including sex dreams about men that are taboo.

TMI Tuesday the Fantasy Edition

1. Does your sex life need some fantasy? What kind of fantasy?

Tonight I feel as if I have been living a fantasy for the last few days. I am not exactly all sexed OUT but I am certainly sexed UP. Thank you Second Mate and Mr Jones. You have been awesome.

2. What is eroticism for you?

Many things. It can be a look. It can be the words whispered in your ear and sometimes it is laughing because your husband is struggling to video you peeing over the side of the boat.

3. You are invited to a kink party, will you go?

Erm yes!! I would be offended if I wasn’t invited.

4. Your lover has tied your naked body down. What do you want to happen next?
a. You get tickled mercilessly
b. You are covered in whip cream and people lick the cream entirely from your naked body
c. Bind, blind, and tease your erogenous zones with an ice cube, feather, candle wax, tongue, etc.
d. A sex toy is used to penetrate you to orgasm

I am going with C. Although I am not sure about the ice cube. Although in the last few days D has been more my experience.

5. In your sex life, do you go along with whatever your partner wants and needs or when necessary do you handle things to make sure you have thrilling sex?

I am a lot more compliant and tend to go along with what my partner suggests most of the time. It has led to some very exciting experiences.

Bonus: When is the last time you purchased a sex toy? What did you buy? Was it purchased online or at a store?

I purchased a small massager just before we left on our voyage. Like all my sex toys I purchase online. Unless you count the rope I purchased at Bunnings in Cairns!!

The Clit Sucking Vibrator

Once upon a time a sex toy retailer contacted a sex blogger about doing a product review. The sex blogger was very excited to be asked because she liked the opportunity to try out some toys that she hadn’t used before but she was worried because she was travelling and didn’t have a fixed address which made it difficult to deliver a physical product. The sex toy reviewer reassured the sex blogger that it didn’t matter and encouraged the sex blogger to choose a product.

So the sex blogger went to Sohimi.com and chose a clitoral sucking vibrator from the website. The blogger was excited to try this type of Female Masturbator because it seemed more than the standard vibrator. Having a clit sucker that she could control seemed very appealing. Sohimi seemed like a great company and their prices were very competitive. The thing that bothered the sex blogger was that it seemed to be a US company which meant that delivery to Australia could take a while. The sex blogger had ordered some T-shirts from a US company earlier in the year and it had taken over six weeks for them to arrive. The Sex Blogger needn’t have worried really with forwarding and travelling the item still arrived much faster than the T-shirts!

The packaging was very discrete and the box was sturdy enough to keep the new sucking vibrator very safe. First impressions were good. The material that the vibrator was made of felt smooth and luxurious. The blogger was very intrigued by the sucking mechanism which on the first setting seemed soft but eight different settings of increasing intensity meant the right setting for each individual could be found.

In addition to sucking; the masturbator can also be used as a vibrator. The controls for the vibration intensity and patterns are separate from the sucking controls meaning any vibrating pattern can be used in conjunction with any sucking intensity. In total there are nine different vibrating patterns which can be used in conjunction with any sucking intensity.

The controls for vibrating are separate from the control for sucking. Both are easy to find and light up meaning they can be found in the dark. It is easy to change the settings while the toy is in use because the buttons are also raised making them easy to find and distinguish. The sucking head can be used both on the clitoris and on the G-spot. The angle of the head is flexible allowing it to be adjusted to different angles which adds to its versatility.

Later that night the sex blogger used her new toy. It was a very different sensation but the sucking alone on her clitoris was enough to push her to the edge. The sex blogger is very sensitive and the gentle sucking was very pleasant. With added vibrations it was just right for her.

The next night the sex blogger had a friend to visit. He was excited to play with her and the new toy. He enjoyed playing with the different settings and trying different combinations in different positions. The blogger found applying the sucker to her G spot with a little pressure on her pubis from the outside created an amazing sensation which resulted in some squirting. Squirting is not a new thing for the sex blogger but the toy was definitely effective in helping her achieve this.

One negative that The Sex Blogger’s friend noticed was the the flexible head didn’t stand up to pressure well and bent easily to a different shape when it was pressed against the Sex Blogger’s Vagina. He felt it was great to be able to adjust the angle but in some ways a more rigid toy would be better. However this could reduce the versatility of the toy.

The vibrator is light and easy to store and the magnetic USB charger is very convenient. Additionally the vibrator only takes an hour to fully charge. The charge lasts for over an hour of use.

The toy is fully waterproof and mostly easy to clean however the Sex Blogger is careful to use a cotton swab or cue tip to clean out the sucking mechanism as this could be a place where fluids and moisture could build up.

Overall the Sex blogger is very happy with her new toy and is looking forward to more sessions with it. She is definitely interested in investigating some of the other products from Sohimi.com

This review was solicited by Sohimi and the product for review was provided free of charge.

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TMI Tuesday – Money Money Money

1. Has money ever ruined a relationship for you?

Money is not something that I place great importance on. I am not hugely concerned about accumulating large amounts of money. Nor am I concerned particularly with spending large amounts of money. In fact I am appalled at the amount of money some people will spend on things like clothing, shoes and the like.

Consequently money has never been a feature of the discussions between myself and partners. Mr Jones is interested in business, economics and the general mechanics of making money. He has been successful in living a life that involves a minimal amount of debt and we are reaping the rewards of that now. We don’t fight about money. But really we don’t fight about anything.

2. Have you ever successfully negotiated a pay raise?

In short no. As I said in No 1 money is not a motivator for me. I have never chosen a job based on the amount of money it would pay. If I did I certainly would not have changed careers to become a teacher.

3. What piece of MONEY advice would you tell your younger self?

Don’t get in to debt if you can avoid it. If you can’t pay cash for a small item like a new car or new furniture, then don’t buy it.

4. Have you ever paid for sex or been paid for sex?

No.

I was offered money once by a Twitter follower to visit his house and have sex with him. He was drunk and the amount he offered was insulting. He is one of the few people I have ever blocked on social media.

5. Are you hiding a financial secret?

Not really. I don’t have a secret account or a stash of clothing that I daren’t tell Mr Jones how much it really cost. There are a number of people, mostly the ones I work with, who wonder how much the yacht cost. I am always vague about it and answer something like “enough”. Yes I could have bought a house with the same money. But hey, right now it IS my house.

Bonus: Have you made someone smile today? If not, please take up the challenge and make someone smile.

Everyone loves boobs right?

Snapped by Mr Jones at a small island we stopped at for a stroll

Friday Flashback – Personal Development

From the vault of Erotic Adventures comes this little gem. It is happy to see the light of day again. I hope that you all enjoy it.

Josh hated training courses. The idea of sitting on uncomfortable chairs in small rooms with freezing air conditioning listening to boring presenters who didn’t have the first clue about what it was like to work in a real job in the real world just made him irritated. Even though his boss knew how he felt about training courses he still found himself sitting on an uncomfortable chair in a freezing room waiting for the presenter to turn up. His boss had given him some kind of line about everyone needing to complete a personal development activity for their annual review. In an attempt to warm himself up he got up and helped himself to the coffee sitting in the corner and then checked his watch, 8.30 am. He was surprised that he was the only person who seemed to turn up. “That would be right,” he thought, “I get stuck here in a stupid course and there isn’t even another person to talk to.” He wandered over to the desk and selected a chair just before a woman with flaming red hair walked through the door carrying a thick leather briefcase.

“Hello,” she greeted him before she made her way to the whiteboard at the front of the room. 

“Hello,” Josh replied, with his eyes glued to her ass as she bent over to look inside her briefcase. The fabric of her skirt stretched enticingly over her full round butt. “It doesn’t look like there are many turning up this morning,” he continued, unsure of what else to say.

The presenter turned to face Josh. He had to remind himself to keep his mouth closed as she walked towards him. The neckline of her blouse stretched open to display full round breasts that looked like they were about to fall forwards. Stopping in front of him she leaned forward on the desk until Josh could almost see her nipples. “That is OK,” she smiled at him. “I prefer small intimate groups.” As if it was the most natural thing in the world she slipped her butt onto the desk in front of him. “So,” she continued, completely business like. “Today is all about your personal development and pushing your boundaries,” her voice dropped slightly as she leaned forward and touched the side of his face, letting her finger trail down the side of his neck, “Tell me about some of your boundaries Josh.” 

Suddenly it seemed as if Josh’s pants were not big enough for his cock, “Uh I don’t know,” he stammered fidgeting in his chair, trying to find a position that put less pressure on his throbbing cock. In front of him the presenters fingers nimbly popped open a couple of buttons on her blouse to reveal a very low cut bra and even more of her impressive cleavage. “What kinds of boundaries were you meaning?” 

“Well this course is about personal development,” the woman replied as she continued to unbutton her blouse. Even though Josh had been freezing earlier he suddenly felt hot. “So I was thinking personal type boundaries,” The woman slipped off the desk and stood in front of him, “like taking your clothes off in front of a stranger.” To emphasise her point she shrugged out of her blouse and let it slide to the floor, “Have you ever done that Josh?”

Josh fidgeted, not sure where to look.  “No,” He replied quietly unable to take his eyes off her breasts.

“Would you like to?” The woman reached behind her waist and Josh heard the sound of a zipper before her skirt started sliding down over her hips. 

“Maybe,” he replied glancing towards the door.

She followed his gaze, “It is OK,” her voice was comforting, “I made sure it was locked so that we wouldn’t be disturbed,” the skirt joined the blouse on the floor. She looked so tempting standing there in front of him in her underwear.

On an impulse Josh stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “What the hell!” he grinned as he shrugged out of his shirt and followed suit with his jeans. He stood before her with his cock straining against his boxers unsure of what was going to happen next but determined to be open to whatever came his way.

Taking a step forward the woman reached out and stroked his cock through his boxers. Josh held his breath, wondering when he was going to wake up. It had been so long since a woman had touched him there that he was sure that this had to be a dream. The woman slipped her hand under the waistband of Josh’s boxers and curled her fingers around his shaft. “So you haven’t answered my question,” she moved her hand slowly up and down and Josh began to wonder if he would be able to contain himself, “Do you have any boundaries?” She moved until she was close enough that Josh could feel her breath on his neck. He shuffled his feet as her hand slid down over his testicles cupping them gently before continuing further back towards his ass crack.

Josh felt his butt cheeks tighten as her fingernails scratched the skin behind his testicles. His cock throbbed in response, taking him completely by surprise. Her fingers slid further back, towards the forbidden zone. The place that he had always maintained was outwards only, except in the deepest darkest corners of his fantasies, ever since he had seen that image. Her finger stroked around his asshole tantalising him. His body betrayed his mind, opening itself up to her caresses even as his mind screamed out to tell her to stop.

For the first time he noticed her eyes, the glittering lust he saw there. “I will stop any time you tell me to Josh,” she whispered. “But until you say stop I am going to keep on exploring,”

“I don’t want you to stop,” Josh was stunned to hear his own voice say those words. 

She pulled away from him slightly and reached out for the waist of his boxers. “Maybe we should get rid of some barriers then.” She slipped the garment down over his hips freeing his cock. “Mmmm,” she bent down and tasted him briefly,” Josh moaned sharply, alarmed that he would shoot jizz into her mouth and spoil the moment but she released him. “I do like sausage but I am after more exotic fare today.” 

Quietly she moved to stand beside him, running her hands down his naked back to cup his butt before she slipped her finger lower to caress his butt hole. Josh took a deep breath as she smeared some lube and slipped her finger inside him. Sensation exploded through him as she moved her finger gently in and out. His cock was like a rock in front of him and he couldn’t stop himself from gripping his own shaft.

“That’s it,” the woman’s voice whispered in his ear. “Relax and enjoy the moment.” 

Josh nodded, frowning in concentration as sensations he never imagined possible sizzled through his body. The woman pushed her body against him, rubbing her crotch against his thigh as she finger fucked his ass. Josh’s head was spinning with pleasure.

“Would you like more?” her voice interrupted him. 

“Yes please.” He heard himself say.

She removed her finger and there was a pause before he felt the cool pressure of something else opening him more. He pushed back against the implement eagerly, still surprising himself with how much he wanted this. There was a moment of slight discomfort and then the pleasure ripped through him. His hand gripped his cock hard as she fucked his ass spreading him further than he thought would be pleasurable.  His whole body tingled and he felt something building. It was like an orgasm but at the same time not. Before he could stop it he exploded, groaning as cum covered his fist. His whole body spasmed in pleasure before he collapsed forward on the desk still twitching with aftershocks. Feeling completely dazed he turned his head towards the woman, She sat on one of the chairs with both of her feet up on the desk. Still recovering Josh watched as she fucked herself with a thick pink dildo. Her fingers moved quickly on her clit as the pink plastic moved in and out of her slippery wet cunt. 

Her movements became more frantic as Josh watched until her mouth formed a perfect O and her body arched out of the chair. As she relaxed and slumped into her chair a huge smile spread across her face. “Well done,” she congratulated him as she came back to life. “I think we can definitely say you have pushed a boundary or two today.”