Carnal attraction: 6> a Fulfilling massage
written by:
Chris-t6290

Roger Graham had only been working for Diana Tenant's company, which is situated on the first floor of a five story office block, for just a few months. In that time, and since his interview, he couldn't help but notice how attractive his brunette haired boss was.

‘I dare say she's spoken for,' he told himself, as he went about his general office duties far from that of Diana's end office.

On this particular day, 4.30 of a Friday to be exact, Roger's colleagues were looking forward to the weekend.

"Got anything planned for the weekend, Roger," Penny, a fake blonde, enquired of him.

"Not really," he rejoined, his mind somewhere else having not seen Mary, Diana's personal assistant, around the office.

"Oh well, whatever you do, do, have fun at it. Some of the others and me are going to TGI's after we've finished for the day, you're welcome to join us," she offered appealingly, only for Roger to make his excuse, and finish up what work he still had to do.

Still concerned about Diana's assistant, Roger, once the others had left, strolled off to his boss's office.

"Sorry to disturb you, Diana, but I haven't seen Mary, is she alright," he enquired, her dark hair shinning in the office light.

"She received a phone call at around 11 this morning. Something about her mother, so I let her go. Talking of which, shouldn't you be gone, also, young man. I'm sure you must have plans for the weekend, like the others," his pretty boss elucidated, all the while concentrating on what she was working on.

"Me! No, no plans. What about you," he said, realising this was a good opportunity to find out about her circumstances - relationship wise.

"My work occupies most of my time, I'm afraid, Roger," she informed him. Then, and as she looked up at him, Ms Tenant emitted a low pained, ‘ow'.

"Are you alright, Diana," Roger exclaimed concernedly, as he made his way over to her.

"Yes. No. It's this new monitor," she said.

"Widescreen."

"Yes. It's alright for working with, but it's lower than the square one. Occasionally, like now, I get a slight pain at the back of my neck," she told him.

"What about banking it up," Roger suggested. "A thickish book should do it," he intoned, before looking around for one.

"Okay. Well, there should be an old phone directory in the cupboard behind me, but that's not going to relive my ache," she agonised.

"What do you normally do," Roger enquired, as he looked for and found a couple of different size directories. "One of these should do," he proclaimed, before closing the door and standing up.

"Mary. She generally gives me a massage when it becomes...unbearable," Roger's boss informed him, only to once more flinch at the dull pain.

"How much more work, on the computer that is, have you got to do."

"Some, Roger, why."

"Okay, then. Let's get the monitor at a more comfortable height," he told her. Only to then, overlooking the fact that Mary was female, offer his massage service to Diana, his boss.

"I don't know about that, Roger."

"Oh, sorry, I see. Well, what if...at least take your jacket off, then loosen as much of your blouse as you feel comfortable with. I'm hardly going to do anything untoward," Roger assuaged her, before placing a book on either side of the monitor.

Decidedly taking Roger at his word - she could, after all, fire him if he got familiar with her - Diana stood up, removed her navy blue jacket and draped it over the back of her office chair.

"I suppose you're maybe wondering why I didn't just lower the seat on my chair. It's at a comfortable height, in proportion to that of my desk," Diana explicated, as she undid the second button on her maroon blouse and sat back down.

"How's that one," exclaimed Roger, inveigling a responsive nod.

"Okay, let's try the other one, just to make sure," he smiled.

"You appear to be going to a lot of trouble, Roger."

"It's no trouble. As I said, I've no ready plans for the weekend, and you need this sorting pronto."

"So, how's that one, or was the first height more to your liking?"

Again, looking from the monitor to the keyboard and back to the monitor, Diana found it hard to decide.

"Either. I'm not sure, Roger," she said, before directing him behind her while she made up her mind.

"Your neck's quite stiff, Diana," exclaimed Roger, and after only a short while of rubbing her there.

"Just make a good job of it for me," she appealed to her young employee, before slowly lowering her head to rest on her folded forearms.

"Best turn the monitor off...save on the electric," Roger minded her, as he reached across with his right hand and pressed its on/off button.

"There, I think you'll find your necks okay now, Diana. Shall I continue with your shoulders," Roger enquired.

"What," exclaimed his boss, almost startled from the relaxed feeling he'd imbued in her.

"If you're sure you don't mind, Roger," Diana said, sat up and looking to her right.

"Here, let me undo another button for you," she intoned, satisfied with his thus far due diligence.

This time, and for no apparent reason she could later think of, Diana sat almost upright, her forearms once more parallel but now braced on the table in front of her.

"Yes, that's better, much, much better," she crooned, almost with a husky sigh.

What Roger's heterosexual boss had failed to consider, when she accepted his offer, was that she didn't get aroused when her female PA massaged her shoulders.

"Let me, emn, yes, that's so, so much better, Roger," she lilted, the effect of his concerted ministration, for that was, albeit at an assistant level, what he was, distracting Diana from completing what she began to say, and which she casually did anyway, which was to undo yet another button, but only so that he could continue along the length and slope of each shoulder.

‘No bra straps,' Roger noticed, when he drew back the now loose material of her maroon chemise.

"Emn, just keep doing whatever it is you're doing, Roger," Diana impelled him, her head slowly lolling back momentarily before turning from side to side, feeling for herself, as she did, the unpained ease with which her neck now freely moved.

As Diana casually glanced up at Roger, she thought she caught something in his blue eyes, which somewhat sparkled in the ambient lighting of her office. Thinking little of it, she subsequently moved her hands and drew the satin material of her blouse, down as far as her bra strap.

"You're quite adept at this, Roger," Diana crooned, once more. "It's also been quite some while since a man did what you're doing to me," she uttered.

"I see. Well, would you like me to stop," he suggested.

"Only until after I've locked my office door," she told him, prompting Roger to remove his hands and remain stoic while his boss stood up and then went to lock her office door.

"There, the cleaner is due within the hour," she exclaimed, as, on her way back to Roger, Diana undid the last three buttons on her blouse, which waved open as she walked.

Looking at her - not feeling in the least bit smug - Roger noticed, first, the fullness of his boss's 38C breasts, which where adequately supported in a navy blue strapless lace bra, and then the flatness of her midriff below them.

"I take it you work out, then, Diana," Roger said, only to have any more utterances smothered by her ruby red lips as she kissed him.

"You find me attractive, yes," she intoned, and with her face inches from his as she motioned her hands towards what she hoped she would find...!

"Yes...very much so, Diana, since I first saw you at the interview," Roger confessed.

"I see. And do I take it, Roger, you fancied putting this lovely hard cock that I'm now grasping, in...my mouth...my cunt...maybe my tight ass...although the last one is a no go area."

"You'd very much like to fuck me with it," Diana, almost with a dominant vent, continued

"Emn, that feels rather...I was about to say nice, but, I'm quite impressed the more that I stroke it, even though it is still inside your trousers and pants."

"A toy, and I've got several, only goes so far. They can't pleasure my pussy in the way a man's tongue can; in the way I want you to, Roger, and believe me, it's been awhile since I was pleasurably fucked," Diana appealed to him, her left hand on his right shoulder for some support, as she slid her right stockinged foot and leg up and down his left trouser leg.

"Let's have your cock out, I want to feel it and then suck it into my mouth," she trilled huskily.

With Diana remaining still and as she was, her hand having released her admin assistant's erection, Roger, with both hands, promptly had his nylon zip undone. Then, as he moved to withdraw his meaty manhood, Diana voiced, ‘allow me,' and quickly darted her hand in between the gap and soon wrestled his manhood free.

"Lovely and warm shaft, a spongy head, and, yes, I believe I've made you cum...Kiss me," she exclaimed, her breathing heavy as she stroked the fullness of his wand, while her thumb toyed with the bubble of pre-cum that had oozed out onto his velvety smooth glans.

Moving his lips towards hers, Roger enveloped them in a quite passionate kiss. If this was a dream, then he intended playing his part, both to the full and the end, come what may.

"Am I dreaming, Diana. Are these really your lips that I'm tasting, and is your hand really around my cock."

"You better believe it," his boss said, and just as she gave his cock a pleasant, noticeable squeeze. "I take it you felt that. Now, feel my tits, go on, they could, as always, do with some manly massage," she proffered encouragingly, her right foot now returned to the floor.

"Emn, yes," Diana moaned, before directing Roger to reach around and unclip her bra while she continued stroking his long thick manhood.

"Undo the cuffs of my blouse, Roger, I want him between my tits before I suck it," his boss swooned.

"Just let me...there we go," Diana cooed, between changing hands, her bra falling to the floor just as her blouse left her upper body.

"I'm going to suck you off, first, Roger, so don't be afraid to give me your warm spunk. Then I want you to lick, emn, not while I'm giving you your assignment," she told him, of now caressing her naked breasts. "Lick my pussy and clit, my ass, if you feel that way inclined, and 1 or 2 of your fingers in there, but no cock, especially one as thick as yours," Diana elucidated, before rolling her shoulders back and offering her tits to him.

"Emn, they're lovely," he lauded. "You want me to cum on them for you," exclaimed Roger, as he firmly massaged her globes; the areola of which, had darkened, some, while her nipples showed their usual sign of just how aroused Diana was.

"Another thing I've missed is tasting a man," Diana crooned, her nipples hardening by the second, and to almost double their height with the anticipation of them being pleasured and no doubt cum on; Roger's female boss, not in the slightest bit adverse to licking warm sticky spunk from them, either.

"That's it, Roger, manly pull on them for me, I want...I need to feel you make me cum," Diana told him encouragingly, as her clit, already responsive against her moist lacy thong, emerged from its sheath fluidly.

"Hurmngh," Diana swooned, her chin ducking before she turned her head to the side and then closed her lips in on Roger's, as if in slow motion, which it was.

"Fuck my mouth with your tongue, Roger, make me cum," she whispered huskily, before melding her warm moist lips to his, lips that would presently be sliding back and forth along his rampant shaft, one that she was still, even as they kissed, ardently stroking and occasionally pulling with her usual motion of two successive jerks.

"Mmnmm," they both moaned, as Roger, having infiltrated the warm sanctuary of Diana's mouth, gave her an exquisite foretaste of how he might also fuck her horny cunt with it.

"Hurm, hurm," Diana vociferated, as she felt her climax stir from somewhere deep inside her cervix and soon bubble up to the top.

"Hurum," she murmured.

"That was quite lovely, Roger, but now it's your turn, I'm going to suck your cum from your balls," she told him.

"And Roger..."

‘Yes,' he nodded.

"...Don't be afraid to fuck my mouth the same with your cock," she smiled sincerely, before laying off stroking his shaft, enough to give it a gentle squeeze and then crouch down before him.

"Lovely, lovely firm, hard cock," she commended, as it stood suspended before her.

Yes, it had indeed been quite some time since Roger's young boss had such a specimen of manliness, any type for that matter, within her solitary gaze. More recently as 10 months ago, there had been her sister's bachelorette party, where her older sibling shied away from the attention of the male stripper that Diana had hired. When he did reveal his cock, all of the women there gasped.

"Go on, Sarah, it's your last night before settling down with the same cock for the rest of your married life," urged Diana, who was supported by the others chanting, ‘suck it, Sarah.'

"You're the whore out us, you suck it," Sarah jibed, knowing her siblings wayward way with men.

Not wanting to let such a handsome hard cock got to waste, let alone go begging, as the others were just as eager cock suckers, Diana reached her hand out towards him and drew the stripper and his hard dick closer to her forward moving mouth, which soon encompassed his humid glands.

"Emn, you don't know what you are missing, sis'," Diana exclaimed provocatively, as she waved the statuesque phallus in her sibling's direction and then drew it back to slide her tongue around the head several times before licking up, down and along every fraction of his shaft.

Having satisfied her slutty self with that, Diana then set about doing what she was now doing to Roger, and that was sliding her lips along his shaft to have him cum; the stripper delivering quite a mouthful, which he shot past her open lips from a few inches away.

"Wow!" the others cheered, as she noisily gargled, and then presently swallowed the man's creamy spunk, before licking the residue from her chin and his shiny knob head.

"Cum for me, Roger," Diana now urged, slapping the turgid crown of his saliva slick shaft against the humid flesh between her tits, which she soon pressed against his erection; the head popping out from them, and then in and out of her mouth as she flexed herself up and down.

"That's it...there you go," exclaimed his horny boss, in between gulps of his hot sticky semen.

Having intentionally caught the final spurt on her tits, Diana, first sucked Roger's cock as it lay between her globes, before raising each one in turn, to lick the splashes from them.

"Emn, lovely," she exalted afterwards, directing a satisfied smile towards his gleaming blue eyes.

"My desk is the ideal place for you to pleasure me, Roger, and after you went to all the trouble of sorting out my monitor problem," Diana told him, as she, having taken his extended hand, soon stood up.

Minutes later, and with the top of Diana's desk cleared and her navy blue skirt on the floor with her blouse, she once more took Roger's hand as he helped her to perch on the side of her worktable.

With her lace thong still on, Diana lent back and braced her left hand behind her. She then, managing to hold his attention with her slowly moving right hand, motioned it to her mouth, one that, only a short while ago, had sucked his now almost flaccid cock so commandingly. Parting her gloss red lips, she slid her three long fingers between them. Then, and with the tips adequately moist, Diana slowly withdrew them and just as slowly - taking Roger's blue eyes along, also - lowered them towards the ‘V' of her panties, which she used her left hand to draw back. In doing so, Roger glimpsed her fine jet-black thatch, which was faintly trimmed into an acute triangle, one from which her moist clit was discernibly noticeable.

"You like that, my not being shaved," Diana crooned, as she stroked her fingers along and down either side of her bulging stalk.

"This, is what, I've had, to do, to relieve, my pent up, horniness," trilled Diana, her hand movements cutting into her sentence like a knife.

"Would you be an ever so dear and do it for me," exclaimed Roger's boss appealingly, her fingers slowing down to a slow rhythmic massage, before she withdrew them, and braced herself, on both hands, at an angle.

"Ooh fuck, yes...Sorry," he apologised, promptly.

"That's okay," she assuaged him. "Just forget I'm your boss at times like this, Roger. I haven't, after all, ordered nor got you to do something you didn't want to do or enjoy, now have I, and you do so want to eat my pussy and fuck my cunt, don't you," she said with a pleasant smile.

"Yes...I mean, no you haven't, and yes."

"Yes, what," Diana inveigled, moving her right hand around to stroke his nape.

"Yes. I want to eat your pussy and fuck you," exclaimed Roger.

"What did you mean, ‘times like this," enquired her young assistant, as he went to squat and then kneel down.

Stopping him with her hand, Diana suggested he sit in her office chair, the arms of which could be lowered out of the way.

"So far you've been the perfect...well, let's just say that a relationship between us would be inappropriate, Roger, especially if the other members got wind of it.

"What, then," Roger exclaimed, drawing the chair to where he was stood.

"Uncomplicated sex...a fuck buddy I recall being the term used by Cameron Diaz in ‘Vanilla sky'. Too long and boring, much beyond that for me, I'm afraid...the film that is."

"I may even let your lovely cock near my ass," she added, as he sat down.

"For now, though, Roger, please, be an absolute darling, and lick my cunt. I want to see your lips and chin shinning from my horny juices," Diana impelled her young ‘fuck buddy', which he unequivocally accepted.

"Yes, emn, like that with your tongue, and your fingers on my clit and in my lovely tight ass," Diana cooed, her head once more lolled back, albeit momentarily, before she straightened her neck up and looked down at his work.

"Yes, that's it, up and down my gash with your tongue, Roger, then fuck it like you fucked my mouth."

"Ooo fuck, more. You're heavenly, it's heavenly. You don't know how long I've gone without such attention, young man," Diana continued to sing his praises, as another climax welled up inside her.

"Yes, now finger fuck my ass as well, Roger, make me cum and then fuck me," enjoined Diana, as her orgasm took control.

"Yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" exclaimed his pretty boss, as she rode through it; Diana, flat on her back in readiness to receive Roger's staff between her outstretched thighs, her hand drawing his mouth to her as she motioned her hips, and with it, her juicing up cunt, up and down as she writhed in ecstasy.

"I take it, after that, your cock's lovely and hard, if not, it's okay, let me again suck it for you," Diana told him gratefully.

"It's hard, alright," Roger exclaimed, raising first his head, which displayed a sheen of Diana's cum juices on his nose, lips and chin. Then, when he was fully stood up, still wearing his two-piece office suit, she noticed his once hard cock; the head of which, appeared to be more full and bulbous.

"Well, I'm doubly impressed, I must say," she lauded, once more moving her hand to grasp his firm thick long rod.

"God, your cock's so fucking lovely," Diana enthralled, her left hand inches back from her naked ass cheek, while she drew Roger closer.

"Let me tease my opening with it first, Roger. Then, when this lovely cock of yours, emn, yes, is at my opening, fuck it into me," Diana crooned, her body immediately responding to the velvety touch of Roger's glans against her wet sex.

"Emn, fuck, lovely, lovely cock. Now, fuck me with it...! Christ!" exclaimed Diana, as her breath was swiftly knocked from her by the force of Roger's first meaningful and faultless thrust, one that filled her up instantly and remained.

"Fuck me! That's fucking big in there," Diana averred, her wet, and with it, well lubricated cunt accepting his girth with ease.

"Slowly, take it back, and bang my fuck hole again, Roger," Diana insisted, and as Roger withdrew himself she dropped back on to the desk and with her legs splayed for the forceful, fitful reaming that she was so in need of.

"Fuck! Yes! That's it! Like that! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck—me! More! Ream me! Oh God, oh fuck, God. Screw me, screw your, yes, like that, hard, fucking, cock, to my, tight fucking, cunt!" Diana gasped throatily, her words, most every one of them, punctuated by Roger's forceful thrusts as he railed her relentlessly.

"Fuck, yes, Roger, I'm gonna cum," Diana soon called out, her legs now behind his back, urging him on and on to fuck his long thick cock meat into her wanton hitherto neglected pussy.

"Holly, fuck, that was some effort on your part," she congratulated him afterwards.

"Emn, why don't you let me show you what I can do, and yes, you were right earlier, I do work out," Diana confirmed gleefully, as she sat up and then hopped down.

"Why don't you be the boss, Roger, by which, I mean, sit in my chair and with the arms fully extended," Diana, taking the subordinate role, suggested.

Having done so, she had Roger close his thighs, thereby giving Ms Tenant room to place her feet either side of them. For now though, she reached down her right hand and cradled his cum sticky cock, which, as with his lips and chin of earlier, emitted a slick sheen of her essence.

Bowing her upper body, Diana quickly licked the head and around the shaft, before sucking down and up it a few times. "I like men, in case you're wondering," Diana told him, before drawing herself up and turning around, her hand lightly stroking the bottom portion of his turgid shaft.

"Emn, let me get you back inside me, first," Diana said, as she manoeuvred her wet opening towards where his cock was hoisted, much like a flagpole.

"Yes, there we...go, emn, back where it belongs in my lovely tight pussy," Diana once again cooed, as she rocked her knees up and down before presently stopping. When she had, she extended her hands back and placed one on each armrest. Diana then stepped back and, one by one, placed a foot on the available cushion space of her chair.

"That's the easy part, and it's only because your cock's so long, Roger," Diana told him, before hoisting herself up by her hands.

"There we go. Emn, it looks quite sexy, your cock disappearing and reappearing from my swollen cunt, despite my fuzz," Diana regaled, as she flexed her arms, feet and pussy up and down on Roger's swollen erection.

"I may not get laid as often as I would like, but a woman, especially with a career such as mine, can't slip up; I'm on the pill, Roger, so it's okay if you cum inside me. Indeed, I'd quite like you to, but not in this position. Until then, fuck away," exclaimed Diana, momentarily suspending herself half way off Roger's cock, so that he could fuck himself into her; after which, she once more bounced herself up and down his continuing erection.

"Emn, emn," Diana murmured, soon after, as she once more savoured the taste of herself on his ever rampant shaft. "It's unbelievably refreshing to see how well you're holding out, compared with every other man I've fucked...I take it you will be cumming again, Roger," Diana wondered aloud, before turning back to her desk which she then lent over.

"Take my hands from my back when you're inside me, then grasp my forearms as you fuck me, Roger. I want to feel you pulling me onto you as you fuck me senseless."

"It just occurred to me that, what with all this exercise, my neck and shoulders have been pain free, thank you for that, I almost forgot. Now, fuck me, and cum, Roger," Diana, her forearms firmly grasped by Roger's hands, impelled him.

"Ooo fuck, yes, that's it. Fuck me. Give me your thick hard cock, right inside my wet cunt. Oh yes, that's it, baby, that's it, right there, right—fucking—there.

"More, fucking more, give it to me, give me it all." Roger's groin slapping against Diana's, his boss's, shapely ass with each forward penetrative thrust.

"God, I can feel you getting bigger inside me, baby. Cum for me, cum inside me, Roger. Now, I'm almost there," Diana cried out. And moments later, both Roger and she erupted into a simultaneous orgasm, one that seemed to go on for quite some time as he hosed her pussy with his hot creamy spunk.

"That was truly wonderful," Diana commended him, as his cock slowly receded.

The following Monday, Diana had Mary call Roger to her office. There, she apologised to him for what had happened, but nonetheless maintained her suggestion of them being ‘fuck buddies', but away from the office.

"Let me think about it," Roger teased, before excusing himself, and returning to his work area where he made a phone call...!

‘I apologised, what else could I do. Maybe that was it. Did I show him a weakness,' Diana pondered, before getting on with her own work.

Around 12 noon, just as the first round of lunch breaks began, there was a noticeable hubbub coming from where Diana's staff worked. Directing Mary to see what it was, Diana's assistant soon returned, and with a bouquet of flowers.

"Those look rather nice, I'm sure they'll cheer your mother up," Diana congratulated her assistant, before smiling and continuing her work.

Approaching her employer's desk, one that was thankfully cleaned of the smell of sex from Friday, Mary stopped, coughed, and, having gotten Diana's attention, extended the flowers.

"They're for you, a Mr F. B. is all it says on the card. Want to tell me about it," Mary enquired of her shrewd boss.