The Art of seduction: 4> Seducing their boss
written by:
Chris-t6290

Introduction: A few months ago, I floated an idea with my boss, an acquisitions mogul. A magazine was about to have its bank loans called in. My boss, Robert Lloyd, figured I was proposing buying it for the real estate value. However, being the strong young business woman that I am, I suggested bailing them out. And, if it didn't work, there was always the real estate value.

Obviously, if it was his name that was on the contract, they'd run a mile, so I proposed setting up a dummy corporation with me as the President of the company. Naturally, they went for it, and I'm now looking forward to the publication of my very first magazine. The articles were finished, all that remained was the cover and centre spread...!

Calling Clare, my PA, I got no answer. ‘Where has she got to,' I wondered. ‘Never mind, I'll just go and see how they're getting on myself.'

As I made my way to the studio, I noticed my PA walking along the corridor towards me; I also noticed her almost florid expression.

"Ms Jones, Wendy," she exclaimed, having stopped. "I was just seeing how they were doing...for you," she added, as if making a viable excuse for her absence.

"And," I rejoined.

"Okay. Everything's okay."

"Well, I'll just go..."

"That's okay. Ray's doing a fine job as usual. There's really nothing to worry about. Everything's under control," Clare apprised me, however, something about her tone and words led me to surmise otherwise. I'd taken on my role to make the magazine more appealing to women, which was something the previous owner, a man, failed to achieve.

"No, that's okay," I said, iterating my PA's words. "You need to get back to your work desk, Clare," I insisted. And after a few, what seemed uncomfortable moments, my PA continued in the opposite direction to where I now headed - the photo studio.

"Oh yeah, that's it, like that for me..." I heard Ray's voice utter, as I approached.

Expecting to see him, camera in hand, taking photographs of the models, Rebecca Davis and Alan Jones, when I got to the doorway I was somewhat horrified, from a professional standpoint, at what I saw. Indeed, it was grounds for Ray's dismissal.

There I was, stood rooted to the spot. Speechless and stunned at the spectacle before me. Rebecca, far from being in a demure pose, was knelt upon a fawn upholstered chair, naked. Worse was, she had Alan's cock in her pussy while she sucked that of Ray's. I now realised my PA had seen the beginnings of this and had tried to somewhat shield me from it. As I said, this was my first involvement with magazine publishing, ‘was this the norm,' I wondered, as I took a couple of tentative steps inside the room, pressed against the wall.

"That's it, take my cock," Alan encouraged Rebecca, as he thrust himself forward. Although yet to break my silence, I had to admit, I was getting slightly aroused by what the three of them were doing.

"Wendy, Ms Jones," exclaimed Ray, having noticed me, and with that, the aroused spell broken, my professional demeanour took over.

"What do you think you're doing. I don't pay you to have sex with the models." My irate voice and sudden noticed appearance causing Ray and Alan to immediately stop. Just then, and as they put themselves away, Rebecca gathered up her dress and ran off to the changing room.

"Now, look," I exclaimed, my hands on my hips, indicating we'd lost the cover model.

"Hang on. You're the President, right," intoned Alan, in a cool, calm and somewhat persuasive voice.

"Well, yes, but..." And before I could complete my sentence he suggested, with a quite endearing smile, who better than the new President of the magazine; the figurehead; the boss, to be on the cover.

"I see what you mean. She...you're quite the model type," proffered Ray.

Setting aside his possible dismissal until later, as I had a magazine cover and centre spread but no model, I quickly agreed to their assumed expert judgement. Accepting Alan's offered hand, I followed as he lead me to sit down where Rebecca had earlier no doubt been while Ray took up his camera in readiness to shoot me with Alan in the background.

"This will be the best cover we ever had," exclaimed Ray, as I sat upright on the chair, my hands resting on the lap of my cream skirt, which, because of it's closeness, had part ridden up my white stocking thighs. Alan, stood behind the chair, was content to rest his arm on the curve of the backrest while Ray took a few shots.

"That's it. Maybe rest your arm and across her shoulder. That okay, Ms Jones?" Ray sought my approval.

Feeling ever the more comfortable with the situation, now that what was needed was being done, I simply smiled approvingly.

"Even better. You've got a great smile, Ms Jones," exclaimed Ray, now with Alan's arm resting on my shoulder.

"This is great," Ray further lauded, as he continued to click away at the shutter - Alan now more closer to me, enough that I could feel the heat from his body, which transferred to my own senses.

Watching them as they fucked the model had been somewhat arousing, however, and being this close to a warm male body was something else.

"Wendy," Ray, casually addressing me, said. "You're so beautiful." His complementary words making my coral blue eyes sparkle as I once more emitted a smile and mellowed inside.

"This is great," exclaimed Ray, having taken several more shots. From what I had researched, a photographer will take quite a lot of photos to make the model feel at ease, and so I accepted that to be the case, in point, as Ray clicked away with his camera, even though I was warming to them; enough that, I didn't notice Alan's left hand rest on the shoulder pad of my suit jacket and then creep slightly lower.

"Perfect. Hold that pose," Ray, now ever closer, exclaimed.

Caught up in my first experience as a model, Alan's hand was inches from the white lacy bra I was wearing beneath my jacket. I should have stopped him, them, then and there. Instead, and while Ray continued to take what were wholly unusable, unprintable photos, I let my earlier and continued arousal get the better of me as they somewhat proceeded to seduce their boss. A point I only realised afterwards.

"That's it, Wendy, look up at him," Ray encouraged me - Alan having now moved his hand inside my jacket to rest against the DD cup.

Shifting his position, Ray, part kneeling and squatting, held the moderate length body of the lens as he focussed the camera at Alan's hand, which was now openly caressing my left breast. Meanwhile, I had moved my right hand to rest against his thigh; what with my mixed feelings, I don't recall which one it was.

"What, what are you doing," I suddenly exclaimed, my hands now at my sides and my breasts both outside my bra and jacket. To soothe my response, and as he caressed both my shapely globes, I felt Alan's warm moist lips on the back of my neck. Although my dark brown hair was of shoulder length, I'd drawn it up into an almost bun that morning.

Having my neck kissed is something I find both sensual and highly arousing. However, here I was, being stimulated by Alan and photographed by Ray. My, any resistance to what they were doing and intending had by now melted clear away.

"Emn, yes," I soon moaned, as the pleasure of having my nipples touched while Alan further kissed me, aroused and got to me all the more - Ray, happy to just take photos of us...for the moment, anyway.

"Ms Jones, you're so beautiful...so sensual," Alan praised, in between planting kisses along the back of my neck as he, having undone the buttons of my jacket, let it fall open and back.

When I soon felt hands on my knees, my attention drawn to gaze up at Alan as he hovered above my part tilted head, I became aware that Ray had thankfully set his camera down; any further shots, especially of what followed, would be a complete embarrassment for me, something I was grateful for afterwards.

As he motioned my thighs apart my skirt rode up ever more. Enough that, the lace tops of my stockings were clearly visible, though not my white lace thong, which by now was quite moist; I'm a woman after all, and the attention of these two men, both of whom clearly desired me, was quite appealing to my innermost sexuality.

With my focus presently directed towards what Ray was doing, I didn't notice the male model's momentary absence. I did notice his warm moist lips on my left breast and nipple along with something round and warm, which nudged my arm - his cockhead to be precise. That only served to make me all the more horny and aroused as Ray kissed my humid right thigh.

"Emn, emn, emn," I sighed fervently. I'm not one for dirty talk of any kind when it comes to sex. I suppose, even though I cum from being both pleasured, as they were now doing, and being fucked, I'm content to utter mewing sigh like sounds.

"Oh, Wendy, you're so radiant," extolled Ray, before drawing the gusset of my moist thong to the side and feasting his eyes on my pussy, my cunt, which, apart from a short tuft of almost black pubes, was otherwise shaved.

"Emn, oh, yes," I moaned and sighed, as his tongue grazed pleasurably against the moistness of my gash. Having ceded to their level, the one I had earlier scolded them for, I moved my left hand in search of Alan's nearby cock, which I soon found myself both stroking and licking.

Any further words of encouragement would have been wasted on me as I willingly sucked the head of the male model's cock and he continued to caress my breasts and pleasurably roll each now hardened nipple betwixt thumb and forefinger.

"Ermngh, ermngh," I continued to moan, as I bobbed my head back and forth along the thick length of Alan's erection while Ray, my photographer, stroked my exposed clit with his nimble fingers and massaged the folds of my vulva with those of his other hand and all while he sucked on my blood engorged labia.

"Ermn, ermn," I sighed, as my impending climax gathered momentum and soon rose to the surface.

When I presently came, in a shudder, Ray uttered: "Erm, hurm," as he tasted my sweet juices and then lapped them up.

"Ooo yeah, Wendy, like that," intoned Alan, as I sucked and stroked his cock in response. Not sure if he wanted to cum or not, I subsequently slowed down as my body recomposed itself after a most pleasurable climax.

Not saying a word, they soon changed over. With Ray stood beside me he lowered my jacket, which he slipped from my shoulders and arms before unclipping my bra and setting it to one side on the floor.

Although I'd realised before now that they would no doubt fuck me, I felt charmed that they were taking the time to pleasure me beforehand. Yet to release his cock, Ray kissed the back of my neck as he kneaded my naked breasts. As he did, he subsequently managed to roll my hardened nipples.

"Emn, emn, emn," I sighed and gasped in response, and before Alan turned his attention towards me.

Although the chair was cramped, he nevertheless managed to motion my thighs further back.

"You've got a lovely moist pussy, Wendy," he lauded, Alan's fingers having lightly stroked along the cleft of my opening.

"Herm," I gasped, as I jumped in response to his now probing touch. Not my hot wet cunt, mind, but lower; my anus. Few men have roamed there, and yet here I was letting an employee be familiar with my backside.

"I think she likes that," Ray averred, as I continued to emit an agreeable sigh, one that was slightly muted by his cock filling my mouth.

Am I easy? Who knows, I did, however, fuck Robert Lloyd, both when he hired me (my panties and files falling out of my unlocked briefcase when I went to leave the interview) and to get his seal of approval on the takeover deal. I wouldn't say I was a slut, even though it may seem I was that morning; in the studio.

"Herm, herm," I continued to sigh, as Ray pleasured my breasts and the male model divided his attention between licking and sucking my quite prominent clit, massaging the folds of my dowsed pussy with one set of fingers and diddling my asshole with the others.

"Hurm, hurm, hurm," I repeatedly murmured, and lolled my head back then side to side when their efforts made me cum.

Taking his fingers from my sodden cunt, Alan raised them up. At first I thought he was intent on offering them for me to suck, but instead Ray removed his hands and let Alan smear them on my nipples. "Herm," I lowly moaned, with expectation, each one now moving to lick and suck my cum moist nipples, I even placed a light, though not encouraging, hand on their heads as Alan and Ray sucked my hardened nipples and Alan kept up the pleasure to my quite wet pussy.

When he held up his fingers again, this time in close proximity to my lips, I found it hard to resist him and subsequently welcomed them into my mouth.

"Ermn, ermn," I sighed and smiled, as I savoured the taste. Of course, I'd sucked a guy who'd fucked me before, but never from a man's fingers; always his cock, talking of which...!

Deciding to change our position, they had me stand up. Alan, still knelt down, subsequently undid my skirt and then helped me to step out of it before drawing my moist thong down my thighs and legs.

"Oh yes, quite beautiful indeed, Wendy," enthused Alan, although I was too overcome with their pleasurement to be concerned as to the level of his sincerity.

With my panties removed, Alan had me place my right knee on the chair - I was still wearing my off-white shoes. Although I wasn't quite as they had Rebecca when I'd walked in on the erotic spectacle, it was either the chair or the floor.

"Are you going to fuck me now," I found myself saying, almost innocently, as I looked up at Ray and then part turned towards Alan.

"That is what you want, Ms Jones," intoned Ray.

"Please," I crooned, before moving forward, part open-mouthed, to accept his cock between my lips.

Moments later I felt the underside of Alan's firm cock slap each of my ass cheeks in turn, and while I held onto the top of the chair with my left hand I extended my right one behind me to part prize my right buttock apart for him.

"Hurm," I murmured, when I felt the turgid head nudge against my wet pussy lips. I then let out a more tempered moan when Alan teased my opening with the crown; sliding it along my moist cleft a few times before easing the glans inside.

"Hurmn," I responded, when he slid the entire length of his long thick erection deep into my welcoming tight pussy and then began a slow back and forth, almost sawing, fuck action.

"Oh, Wendy, your pussy's nice and tight," Alan, dispensing with the formality of my surname, regaled, as he kept pushing and probing as he swung his firm hips at me; the sway as he did causing me to move my lips back and forth along Ray's equally proportioned cock while my shapely breasts swung to and fro, pendulum-like.

"Oooh yeah, keep sucking me," Ray urged, as I let them both fuck my horny body; no longer the president of the magazine, but a serviceable model getting her dues. Still, at least they made me cum, so...!

"Ermn, ermn, ermn," I sighed and moaned, as I approached yet another orgasm. I'm one of those women who, once I'm post orgasmic from the type of foreplay I'd received from my two subordinates, finds it quite easy to climax from simply being fucked, nailed, reamed, screwed, shagged (a good old English word) even, drilled, railed. And, I must just say at this juncture, Alan was doing an excellently pleasurable job, in fact both were, of that.

"Huh, huh, huh, fuck me, fuck me, please," I intoned, when Ray momentarily withdrew himself from my lips. After that, my sighs were back to their usual muffled vociferation as I took a wonderful hard fucking from Alan; his balls slapping against my clit while his groin did likewise to my butt. By now, I was holding onto the chair with two hands - the right one on the top while the left one, along with my right leg, steadied the chair on all four legs.

Having once more soon made me cum - leaving me panting as a result - they changed places. Ray now had me place both knees on the chair and someway forward. Like that I had to droop my DD bust over the back of the chair while my pussy wasn't as open as it was when Alan had fucked me, I also found myself once again sucking a cock covered with my cunt juices.

"Hurm," I subsequently moaned, when I got a taste on my palate and tongue, which I slithered around Alan's shaft as they once more fucked me. ‘Would they be interested in my nice tight ass,' I wondered. ‘Would they dare consider it, I hope so.'

"Ms Jones, Wendy, your pussies nice and tight," remarked Ray, with an affable tone and disposition. Unlike Alan, who's cock I was bobbing my mouth and lips back and forth on, his fuck actions were slow, smooth, precise and pleasurable. He was even attentive enough to stroke my clit for me - his balls being more tight around the root of his erection.

Moments later, and as I came down from yet another euphoric orgasm, generally the best time for it, I felt not one but two of Ray's fingers probe at my anus. I quickly extended a hand behind me and once more drew my ass cheek apart for him. Ass sex is all well and good, but for me, it's best enjoyed with minimal discomfort, usually associated with the initial searching penetration. That said, their cocks were broader than Ray's intrusive fingers.

"Her ass is nice and tight," Ray intoned, as he massaged the area past my ring with his fingertips.

"You like a cock up your ass, Ms Jones," Alan addressed me.

"Urmn," I feebly rejoined, all the while looking up at him as I stroked the hilt of his cock and sucked the head and a few inches below the crown.

For what seemed like a couple of minutes afterwards, Ray had withdrawn himself from me. At first I thought he may be taking some more photos or collecting up the camera all the same. Thankfully, and on two levels that wasn't the case; there being no sound of the shutter being pressed. When he did return, I felt a warm silk like liquid drip onto my curple and slowly slide down to my part open anus. I emitted a frisson of anticipation at what was to follow.

Ray's glans were noticeably slippery as he edged them against my asshole. Alan, for his part, remained both still and steadied me to receive my photographer's cock in my backside. I have to say, he was just as slow and considerate, even more so, with it, as he had been with my tight pussy. He even let me place my left foot on the floor - the rest, including my shapely tits, remaining as they were.

"Hurmn, hurm ermn," I progressively moaned, as he slowly slid the first portion up my tight ass.

"Emn," I sighed, when Ray withdrew about half and then eased a bit more inside me.

"She's nice and tight, Alan," he informed him, and from the smoothness with which it continued to slip and slide, I'd guess that Ray applied some more of the lubricant to his probing shaft; I didn't feel any more on me, however, as my mind was too concentrative on the pleasure of his cock expanding and filling my back passage.

Once it was all the way in, Alan withdrew himself, which was just as well, as I subsequently panted quite rapidly. When I presently returned to a more normal response, I held his cock at a manageable angle and licked down and up it a few times before once more encompassing the head with my lips and mouth.

This time, Alan held my cheeks as he fucked my mouth, no doubt in response to me being enough of a slut as to take my employee's cock up my tight ass.

Again, I found myself wondering what would be. Would Alan ream my anus as hard as he'd done to my pussy - I would soon find out...!

This time, and as it transpired, the last time they changed over, Ray sat on and forward of the chair and had me sit over him; his cock soon embedded in my quite wet pussy. With his hands holding my ass cheeks quite open, it was clear where Alan would be going.

"What do you want, Ms Jones," he almost taunted, from behind me, his hand going to my hair and releasing it from the fashion it was in.

With my tresses down, Alan pulled them and my head back.

"I want you...fuck my ass," I intoned, the pleasurable sensation of Ray's cock filling my pussy, which I managed to slowly gyrate around the stem of his shaft, adding to the need to be possessed by them both; one up my ass, one in my cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one cock from the other.

"Yes, more," I sighed, when Alan mimicked the progressive actions of my photographer. I even found myself trying to push back on it, only for Ray's grip on my buttocks to be quite tight as he held me to him.

"I think Wendy wants to fuck us; me anyway," Alan intoned, his grip on my hair hardly noticeable as he slowly railed my receptive backside.

Now free of a cock to suck, I soon began my usual ‘emn,' sighs, as they, we, and I, contributed to my unprofessional debauchery, which was how I saw it afterwards.

Far from adding to my indignity by wanting and expecting to cum over me - like I'm a porn model - my subordinates, and I for that matter, were happy and content to fill my fuck holes with their warm sticky cum. A sensation that always gets me off, big time!

"Hurmn, yes," I sighed and murmured, as I felt first Alan's and then Ray's warm emissions splash against my now sensitive walls and fill me up; my body shuddering as a result and with each continued eruption.

Afterwards, I had to steal my feeling of embarrassment as I gathered up my clothes and quickly got dressed. Taking up the camera Ray had used for the session's photographs, I opened it up and removed the SDHC card, telling him that I would look over the photos on my PC and let him know which of them I'd be choosing.

Momentarily stood there, before I returned to my office, I managed to subdue a pleasurable response as I squeezed my pussy and ass in order to keep their warm fluids from escaping.

It's good to be the boss, but, somethings, and, in particular, the contents of the SDHC card, are most certainly best kept private.

In light of what I'd let transpire between them and me, I was easy with Rebecca. Also, and as appealing as the initial photos of me with Alan were, I decided to go with hers; that was what she'd been hired for, after all.