The automatic doors at head office opened. Immediately, like a blast furnace, the heat struck, taking my breath away. England was experiencing the strangest summer in years. It was either monsoon rainfalls or temperatures so unbelievably high that no one wanted to venture outside for more than a few minutes. Everyone hated the rain, but having to work in heat topping thirty degrees certainly couldn’t be called a picnic.

“Jesus, it’s so bloody hot,” I muttered, walking towards the car park. James Kirkland, my boss and branch manager, was still inside the building saying his goodbyes to the company directors. He knew I would wait for him at the car.

We’d been unexpectedly summoned to head office to explain discrepancies in the accounts. Normally, this would have waited for the monthly visit, but, apparently, the magnitude of this error had the potential to cost millions. So we’d raced to London immediately.

After spending the best part of a day painstakingly picking through masses of paperwork and computer files, the “mistake” had been found. Thankfully, it was traced back to one of head office’s accountants. As I’d been on the rack for the last few hours, I hoped the bastard was heading for a bad weekend.

As it was, James and I could return home with a sense of well-earned relief. Sounds fine, but driving from London to Manchester on a Friday evening meant at least five hours traveling, assuming there wasn't too much traffic. There was one consolation: being inherently rich, James had substituted a company car with a top-of-the-range Audi A8. Huge, luxurious, and fitted with every conceivable gimmick and gadget, I couldn’t wait to sink into the gorgeous, soft leather seats and let the climate control waft cool air over me.

Having walked to the sleek black car, I felt beads of sweat trickling down my neck towards my cleavage and, while I waited, I daydreamed. I fantasized about stripping naked and enjoying the tropical heat for a while, imagining the superheated rays were lots of strangers hands touching me, determined to bring me to the boil. A sudden breeze tugged at the hem of my summer dress, lifting it and exposing my buttocks. I glanced around to see if my accidental flash had attracted any attention. Of course it had. I was rewarded with grinning smiles and thumbs up from a passing builder's van. Although I suppressed a giggle, I couldn't ignore the flirty rush coursing through me and I automatically waved back at the builders.

“Andrea.”

At the sound of my name, I turned and saw James approaching. He was frowning, shaking his head and tutted as he neared the sleek automobile.

Recently turned thirty - almost six years younger than me - he’d had a meteoric rise within the company. He was the youngest branch manager ever and everyone knew he was destined for bigger things. I'd worked under him for two years but was no closer to fathoming out James Kirkland, than when I inherited him as a boss.

After being promoted to our regional office, he fleetingly introduced himself, explained briefly how he liked to work and told me in no uncertain terms what he expected of me; and that was that. No small talk, no personal interest in me or my situation, and definitely nothing about himself that might help me understand him better; help me be a more efficient assistant. In fact, for all he knew or cared, I could have been a robot.

If I’d learned anything about him during those two years, it's the undeniable fact that he’s a nerd! Not an ugly, geeky nerd. Oh no, quite contrary. James is rather handsome and some of the younger, single girls at the office find him irresistible, but he’s not really my type. That said, he’s a good boss to work for and he’s never, ever made a pass or tried to take advantage of me. Not once.

Even at Christmas parties, where things can get out of hand after a few drinks, James always treats me with the utmost respect. He never tries to seduce me, or even cop a sly feel when we dance, and if I didn’t know what sort of person he is, I would've started having doubts about myself. Let's be honest, every woman likes to know she’s desirable, and his apparent total lack of interest in me wasn't doing my self-esteem any favors.

As James approached the car, I heard the doors unlock and saw the windows slide down automatically. He winked. “Just letting the hot air out before we get in,” he said.

Seconds later, I sank into the soft leather seats, aware that my dress had ridden up my thighs, displaying a large amount of tanned flesh. There wasn't anything I could do about it and, anyway, considering who I was traveling with, I had no cause to worry. At least that's what I assumed until James climbed into the car and I detected a slight bulge in his trousers.

I looked into his face and was astonished to see him watching me intently. Seeing me glance in his direction, James smiled.

“It sure is hot, isn’t it, Andrea? You’re lucky you can wear a nice thin dress in this heat and don’t have to wear a suit like me,” he said, showing no signs of awkward embarrassment. “And, let's be honest, you’ve certainly got the figure for it.”

I managed to keep my expression neutral but I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. Shocked, I mumbled a reply, thankfully without stumbling over my addled tongue, while my brain struggled to comprehend all the confusing signals it was receiving. He smiled at me again and started the engine. Not sure what to make of the situation, I simply turned my head and stared out of the window. Driving through the city, we passed familiar sights but I hardly noticed them.

We were soon on the motorway and the atmosphere in the car, like the low grumble of the engine, gradually changed as James floored it. Not one for idle chit chat, he was as silent as a monk, concentrating on the busy traffic. He barely seemed to notice when I kicked off my heels and placed my bare feet on the dashboard. Listening to the dance/trance music on the sound system relaxed me, and after adjusting the seat into a more reclined position, my feeling of well-being increased. The climate control was doing a terrific job and it wasn’t long before my eyelids became heavier and heavier. (I dozed off…)

Suddenly, my eyes opened. Without stirring, I tried to gather my wits. My head was leaning towards the door window, and I could still see the motorway, but it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Although it seemed nothing had changed, somehow, things felt different.

I wondered how James was doing and, hoping that he hadn’t noticed I was awake, I sneakily looked out of the corner of my eye. Instantly, I saw that he seemed excited. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what had happened.

Apparently, while sleeping, I hadn’t been as relaxed as I’d imagined. In fact, it appeared I’d been restless, squirming around until my dress was high up my thighs. Raised so far, in fact, that my delicate underwear was on show. Instinctively, I wanted to cover myself, but, because I was feigning sleep, I couldn't do it easily, or more importantly, without James discovering I was awake.

Not only that, the sexual rush I’d experienced earlier when I flashed the builders, was repeating itself. Yes, to my surprise, I was excited, aroused, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Knowing James could see my knickers, turned me on enormously. So, I kept still… and secretly watched my boss.

I wear sexy, feminine underwear, preferably from Victoria’s Secret, because it makes me feel chic and desirable. Today's choice was a high-hipped affair, sheer in design with a delicately interwoven pattern which revealed as much as it shrouded. It was one of my favorites and I smiled inwardly because I knew my neatly trimmed, dark bush could be seen. Accidentally displaying myself like this, definitely turned me on, and I was becoming moist.

I was assuming that James’s voyeuristic tendencies were harmless and that he was just enjoying his good fortune at the unusual turn of events. Up to now, everything could easily be explained as an unfortunate and quite innocent dress malfunction. I could pretend to wake up, casually cover myself, and the whole situation would never be mentioned. But that was not what I wanted. I knew if I kept thinking salacious thoughts, a damp patch would soon develop, and the thought of James witnessing that sent a ripple of delight running down my spine. That thought was given more encouragement when I watched him lick his lips while he glanced at my lap.

Now, the heat in my belly grew, my clit throbbed, and I had an aching desire to shove fingers between my legs. Uh-huh, that was definitely out of the question!

I wondered if James could sense how excited I was. Considering how wet my pussy was getting, the possibility was high, but not definite. I wanted to make sure. I closed my eyes and wiggled deeper into the soft leather, causing my panties to pull tightly over my sex. Now he must be able to see the outline of my pussy: it was a perfect camel toe. And my dress had risen some more. Perfect!

James’s first glance was cursory, barely noticeable, but seconds later, I became aware of his gaze lingering on me. It was like he was physically caressing my clit, inflaming and exciting it more and more.

Still pretending sleep, l twisted in the seat and let my right leg slide off the dashboard. The final touch. With legs splayed, my dress was stretched open, displaying all I had to offer. From my dark pubic mound to where my panties disappeared deliciously into the cleft between my buttocks, everything was on wanton display for James. I was so horny, I was sure he could see my lips protruding between my labia. I was dying to see his reaction.

I concentrated on opening my eyes without giving the game away; not easy in my aroused state. But I managed - and it was so worth it. James stared directly at my groin and my explicit display was having the desired effect on him. The slight bulge that I’d seen earlier had developed into a huge tent pole, and I fleetingly wondered about how well he was endowed.

These abstract thoughts evolved into real desire, and I reached a decision. If the tell-tale sign in his trousers was anything to go by, Mr. James Kirkland possessed quite a package and I wanted to see it. The thought caused my clit to throb constantly and my pussy was dripping. The truth: my arousal was overwhelming and I needed something hard and long to suppress the desire. Have you got that something, James?

The easiest solution would be to awaken from my pretend sleep, lean over and rub his bulge. (Simple.) But, I wasn't sure how he would react. I pondered how I could turn this situation to my full advantage. I didn't want James to know I’d been spying on him while feigning sleep, because he might have felt stupid and ashamed. Or, worse still, become angry and upset. That would've definitely made things uncomfortable, and, besides, I was enjoying myself too much to have this end right now. So, also ignoring the growing urge to finger myself, I kept still.

James didn't show the same restraint.

While I was still concocting some sort of plan, he reached down and gave his cock a squeeze. When I say a squeeze, I’m not talking about a light, rearranging touch. No, this was a real good old fashioned tug, designed to relieve tension. My pussy ached at the sight and, determined to relieve my own frustrations, I acted on impulse. Still pretending to sleep, I let a hand rest on my ample bosom and slid fingers over my protruding nipples. In hindsight, I should have left them alone. They were especially sensitive and the slightest touch caused my stomach muscles to cramp tightly and I almost gave myself away.

I stopped caressing the hard buds and tried to gain some semblance of control over my brain. But my body was ignoring the commands; I was too turned on by the visual stimulus beside me. My boss had his right hand in his lap and was constantly kneading and pulling at the large bulge and, for an instant, I thought he was going to masturbate. That would have set the cat amongst the pigeons.

Secretly watching him, I breathed heavily, as if in deep sleep, my dress barely managing to contain my heaving breasts. Between my legs, my panties were transforming from expensive lingerie to sodden rag. Again I moved my hand ‘in my sleep’ but James was so busy - keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his manhood, and his gaze flicking between me and the road - that he didn’t appear to notice my slight movements.

I began surreptitiously undoing buttons that held my dress together. Playing it safe, I only wanted a gap wide enough for my fingers to slip inside, but it took longer than I imagined. Eventually, the necessary buttons were undone, and I slipped my hand under the soft, thin fabric. I cautiously caressed the swell of my breast, careful to move only when James was watching the road.

The sensation of my trembling fingers on the ultra-sensitive skin was electrifying. I touched a nipple with the tip of my finger, feeling each little bump as I slowly made circles around the rigid bud. With each tiny caress, my pussy reacted and I wondered how long I could keep up this pretense.

I was so turned on, only a good fucking would give me the relief I desperately needed. But how was I going to organize that?

While I fantasized about long, thick cocks, and what I wanted to do with them, I noticed James staring between my legs. Puzzled by this extra attention, it took me a moment to work out what was happening. Talk about catch twenty-two. Because I was enjoying my bout of ‘accidental’ exhibitionism, I was secreting copiously, and my light pink panties were getting darker as they absorbed my juices. James saw this and clearly found it exciting. In turn, watching his excitement turned me on, which caused more secretions, which James saw and... you get the picture.

God, I'm going to cum, I suddenly realized but somehow suppressed a scream as I strained to regain control of myself. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who needed relief. James, obviously wanting an immediate solution, took a more direct approach.

Through hooded eyes, I saw him undo his belt and zipper and reach inside for his manhood. Biting my lip and holding my breath to stifle a moan, I watched in utter frustration as James flipped out his cock and began rhythmically masturbating.

I was impressed at his size and watched in awe as his hand moved steadily up and down the solid, meaty shaft. With each downward motion, his foreskin retreated, exposing his glistening helmet. When the scent of pre-cum wafted up my nostrils, all I could think was, lean forward and suck him.

With James blissfully unaware that he was giving me a show I would never forget, I decided that before the day was done, I would have him. I had to have him. Of course, it would have to wait for the moment, but I was determined it was going to happen. For now, I could enjoy his show while fantasizing about having his large cock inside me. God, what would it feel like? With fingers stimulating my nipple and my imagination running wild, I wondered how long I could keep up the charade.

His hand began moving much quicker and that’s when I realized that my pretense had been totally convincing. Clearly, James assumed I was far away in never, never land and he was taking full advantage of the situation. The hand wrapped tightly around his rigid shaft, was a blur. Suddenly, he stopped. His jaw clenched, his grip tightened around his member and he bucked his lap a couple of times.

Oh, my god! I looked on in disbelief and fascination as creamy white spunk spilled from the tip of his cock. Although James was controlling the flow, his ejaculation was powerful and plentiful. My body reacted naturally to the sight of his release, muscles tensing and shivers running down my spine. Luckily, James was so engrossed in his climax, he didn’t notice me trembling through a mini-orgasm. Summoning all my willpower, I managed not to betray myself.

Beside me, James’s breathing was returning to normal as he regained control of himself, even though his prick occasionally jerked. His semen dribbled down his cock and over his fingers. What a waste, I thought as he stuffed his wilting erection back into his boxers, and wiped his fist clean on the inside of his trousers. But there was nothing I could do; not this time.

Through all this, I had kept up my pretense of sleeping despite my body crying out for release. With the evening traffic lighter, I was running out of time and opportunities. Then, while he was still trying to make himself decent, I felt the car dramatically change lanes: James was pulling into a service station. This was my chance; I could end my charade.

“Wh… what’s going on James?” I asked in a dreamy, sleepy voice. I would never win an Oscar but my act distracted him enough. I sat up, spine straight, innocently swept my skirt down my thighs, making myself decent and obliterating any potential awkward situation in that one instant. Bravo!

“Err.. nothing… nothing Andrea,” he stammered. “I need to go to the little boy’s room, that's all,” he added.

Acting as if nothing unusual had taken place, I smiled sweetly at him and saw him relax. Not having to fend any embarrassing questions from me, he assumed his normal awkward self. “Do you need to go or do you want to stay in the car?” he asked, almost as an afterthought while getting out of the car.

With my thoughts centered on my pent up sexual tension and the need to release it, I shook my head. Go, give me a few moments to myself. My clit was throbbing in anticipation as I told him, “Hmm, no thanks, James, I’m fine. I’ll just wait here if that’s alright with you?” I drowsily stretched my arms and pretended to yawn. He nodded curtly and moved away. I watched until he was out of sight, quite admiring his cool behavior. Luckily, he’d parked some distance from the service station.

Finally alone.

Moaning loudly, no time to waste, I frantically hiked my dress up around my hips and spread my legs. Quickly, I put a hand inside my soaking knickers, fingers urgently seeking my swollen lips. I began rubbing.

I shuddered violently as my wet folds accepted my intrusion and I pressed the ball of my thumb hard against my clit. My body reacted explosively, thousands of tiny electrical sensations pulsing and overloading my brain. It was so intense, I had to bite my bottom lip to remain silent. I trailed a finger the full length of my slit, from my slick opening to my back door, and then back again.

Applying pressure on my swollen lips, I felt them part, but the wet fabric of my panties stretched tightly over my mons pubis, didn’t allow full penetration. The cry I emitted was a mixture of pleasure and frustration. I’d never felt as horny as this and, impatiently pulling the sodden gusset aside, I plunged my fingers deep inside, my wet folds accepting the glorious intrusion. The heat between my legs was intense and I wanted to scream. Only by clenching my jaws, did I prevent my sinful behavior from being heard far and wide!

To be honest, my body didn't stand a chance. Within seconds of my fingers dipping into my honey pot, it gave way to the oncoming tsunami. I shuddered and convulsed, waves of intense pleasure racking my entire frame as my pussy flooded. Sweet cum continued to escape between my fingers, trickling over my sensitive skin, while I lay there, recovering.

How long I stayed like that, I have no idea. In the mists of my overdue climax, I’d lost track of time but a voice in my head told me I had to get myself together before James returned. Reluctantly, I removed my fingers, sucked them clean, and re-adjusted my clothing, trying to gain some semblance of decency. Checking my appearance in the vanity mirror, a broad grin smiled back at me.

While my mind replayed recent events, I became aware of my appearance. “Oh God, look at me,” I muttered disdainfully, trying to tidy my hair with damp fingers. I looked around for my handbag and saw it on the back seat. Shit! Out of reach. I stepped out of the car and opened the rear door. Leaning forward to retrieve my bag, I nearly toppled so I placed a knee on the seat to balance myself. Opening the bag, I searched for my hairbrush.

Strong hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me backward. A hardness pressed between my buttocks and before I could even utter a startled word, James spoke. “Don’t move,” he commanded. “I was watching you and liked what I saw.”

How much had he actually seen? Judging by the bulge bumping against my bum, quite a lot! James ran his hands down my thighs, pushing his groin against my derriere again.

This time there was no mistaking his erection. His hands glided back up my thighs, this time under my dress, and he grabbed my buttocks.

“Oooh, that’s nice!” I cooed as his thumbs pressed into my bum cheeks. I could feel goosebumps developing, but I didn’t move. James was grinding his groin harder into my ass, obviously oblivious to where we were and whether we were being watched. He continually spread and released the cheeks of my buttocks while trying to force his erection through the soft fabric protecting my rear entrance.

Although the sensation was incredible, I knew I must stop him. I sighed heavily… I couldn’t help it. This sudden physical stimulation, so soon after my orgasm, was turning me on and I let myself ride the wave of illicit sensations. I'll be honest, if James had wanted to take me quickly, I don't think I would’ve had the willpower or desire to stop him.

As it was, the feeling of a thumb trying to penetrate my anus brought me back to reality: anyone passing by could see what was happening. Enough was enough. I really didn’t want to be jailed for indecent public behavior, especially with someone other than my husband.

I tried to think sensibly but it was difficult; his hands were definitely getting the better of me. Then I remembered the side windows of this luxurious car were heavily tinted. I smiled triumphantly and looked over my shoulder at James. Eyes closed, he was probably enjoying his own secret fantasy. I didn’t want him to stop, but common sense dictated we find somewhere more private.

"Follow me, James," I ordered, sweeping my handbag onto the car floor and crawling along the backseat until my head touched the opposite door.

Supporting myself on my elbows, I rested my head on the soft leather seat and looked backward. Because my dress wasn’t properly fastened, I could see my scantily clad breasts hanging free, and beyond that, James climbing into the car. The reassuring click told me the door was shut and I could surrender myself to his carnal fantasies.

By accepting his advances, I’d obviously boosted his confidence and his passion was ignited. Hands glided over my lower back, lifting my dress in the process to expose my buttocks. He caressed them while I felt him crouch behind me. Warm breath wafted between my thighs; a hint of what to expect. And, wanting it as much as he did, I arched my back and spread my knees as wide as the seat permitted.

James eased his hands beneath my panties and slowly, oh so deliciously slowly, began kneading my buttocks. His thumbs drew large semi-circles, gently caressing and teasing me as they inched closer to my saturated sex. One caressed my anus and I moaned softly. It encouraged him. Keeping it there, his other thumb gently brushed along my pussy lips. His technique was exquisite and I wanted more, so I thrust backward, hoping the pressure would lead to penetration.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough lubrication in my anus, but James solved this dilemma by pulling my panties aside, parting my cheeks and spitting. I felt the warm saliva dribble down my crack before his mouth massaged the fluid into my starfish. Poking his tongue inside prompted a loud whimper from me and I shuddered. As he performed analingus, fingers moved towards my dripping vagina. Pulling my gusset completely aside, he fingered me.

Just as I was getting used to this, his tongue left my back passage and moved to my hot, steaming pussy. He parted my silken lips and his tongue disappeared inside me. I moaned loudly while he feasted on my warm wetness and, wanting more, I reached back and pulled my panties down my thighs.

“James,” I begged, pulling my buttocks apart, “please make me cum.”

Although I actually wanted to fuck, his mouth was a reasonable substitute. His attention moved between my holes, penetrating each one alternately with his tongue while strong fingers filled the other. As his tongue pushed past my sphincter, I reached out for his head, trying to keep it in place but I wasn't strong enough. His mouth moved back to my pussy, only this time he probed deeper, parting the sopping wet folds and tasting my essence. I contracted my pussy muscles around him, in an effort to keep it in there, while I rubbed my clit.

I couldn't last long. Amid loud whimpers and moans, I had another orgasm. It was more intense, and the strong fingers invading my orifices left me panting wildly, my heart racing. My whole body seemed to shudder and convulse uncontrollably until I finally came back to earth. Feeling blissfully happy, I turned over and sat with my naked butt on the soft cool leather.

James knelt in front of me and not only was the bulge in his trousers huge, but the grin on his face, covered in my juices, was equally as broad.

“It’s my turn, James. I want to taste your cock." He nodded and reached for his belt. "Will I taste your spunk, or have you cleaned it?” I looked at him mischievously and he stared at me, a shocked expression replacing his grin.

“Did you… ” I nodded, cutting off his question, and licked my lips in anticipation. “Yes, James I saw you wanking earlier and I watched you cum. I hope you've still got plenty more where that came from.”

“I had no idea what came over me,” he said. He was actually blushing. “But, when I saw you lying there like that, I couldn't help myself." He squinted at me from beneath his eyebrows. "You're not angry?"

I shook my head. I didn't think this was the time to tell him that I'd deliberately let myself be ogled. It might spoil the moment. "Of course not, silly," I said with a smile. “It was extremely erotic and turned me on enormously.” Wasn’t that the truth!

"Anyway, I needed to get out of the car so I could rearrange myself properly," he explained. "I thought I'd got away with it. I was calm and collected when I came back, but that all changed when I saw you fingering yourself." He grinned impishly.

“So, you secretly watched me masturbate?" I said in shocked, accusing tones.

He nodded. “You were so engrossed in what you were dong, you didn’t see me standing over there, did you?” he continued, pointing to a nearby tree.

I smiled and shook my head. “Seems we were both horny, doesn’t it James? Now get your cock out, I want to taste you.”

For the second time that afternoon, he undid his belt, unzipped and dropped his pants to mid-thigh. I could see the outline of his erection within his boxers - he really was well endowed - but, as I reached for his underwear, he pushed my hands away. Slowly, teasingly, James eased his boxers down his thighs - and released the beast. It sprung forward to greet me, and while he shuffled forwards on the seat, I watched with growing anticipation as the huge erection bobbed and swayed around.

Masterfully, James grabbed hold of both his cock and my head and guided them towards each other. I felt pussy juice drip from my hole as he slid back his foreskin to expose the swollen dome.

"Open that slutty mouth of yours, Andrea,” he said. “I've been dying to do this for a long time.”

Obediently, I did as commanded and felt his rock hard member slide between my lips. I licked the underside of his rim before running my tongue over his helmet, and I tasted the residue of his earlier climax. The flavor intoxicated me and I pushed the tip of my tongue into his little piss hole. He juddered.

However, James was determined to dominate me, and holding onto my head, he thrust his hips forward. His engorged helmet brushed along my tongue and into my throat, only stopping when his pubic hair tickled my nose. I grabbed his balls, banging against my chin, and gave them a meaningful squeeze. They felt nice and heavy, probably full again. Good.

It had been a while since I'd deep-throated a cock as big as this and it felt fantastic. Still holding my head, he drew his hips backward and his cock slipped from my mouth with an obscene ‘plop.’ I looked up at him and grinned.

“You love it don’t you Andrea?”

I nodded enthusiastically and opened my mouth eagerly. James obliged me and I grasped his bum and pulled him to me. His delicious meat disappeared down my throat again, and James, not needing further hints, began pumping his cock in earnest.

Sitting there, getting face fucked, I felt my juices seeping onto the soft leather beneath my bum. I was so horny, I reached between my legs and began rubbing my slit. James looked down and watched as I spread my knees, exposing myself to him before slipping two fingers into my sopping cunt. He deserved all of this, watching me finger myself while I sucked his glorious cock.

Within a few minutes, it got to me: I needed to feel his monster between my legs.

I held his shaft and, showering it with kisses and licks, told James what I needed. I couldn't tell if he agreed but, by the way, he still knelt over me, his prick throbbing powerfully, in front of my pursed lips, I guessed he wanted something else. I kissed the greasy tip and promised that would come later. He nodded and shuffled backward.

Quickly removing my panties, I swiveled on the seat and leaned against the door. Taking the cue, James grabbed my legs and tugged me towards him, lifting my bum against his knees. With my calves resting on his shoulders, I waited impatiently as his cock pressed against my thighs.

James pushed his trousers down to his knees and I reached for his prick and guided it to my swollen pussy lips. I tried to pull him inside, but being the controlling bastard that he was, he resisted. His helmet pressed tantalizingly against my dripping cunt while his eyes watched me, waiting for me to plead.

"Oh God, stop fucking about James," I cried. "Stick it in me, I can't wait any longer.” Okay, shameless, but I didn’t care.

James laughed triumphantly. Gripping his cock in one hand, he pressed forward. At first, nothing happened, but slowly my pussy gave way and he entered me. I closed my eyes: it felt like someone was trying to ram a telephone pole up me, he was that huge. It was driving me wild. With my head leaning against the door window, my hands resting lightly on his thighs, I enjoyed the wonderful sensations surging through my body.

James’s thick shaft drove forward, totally filling my silken tunnel. When his groin pressed against the back of my thighs, I lifted my ass to adjust the angle of attack. Now he could fuck me, mercilessly.

James put a foot on the floor to steady himself and smiled. Now we’re ready. I squeezed my cunt and felt him throb in reply. Although my pussy was being stretched like it hadn't been for a long time, I was so well lubricated that the monster easily slid in and out and, within seconds, he was ramming it deep inside me. James tried pushing my legs towards my chest, but the car’s roof got in the way. I bent my knees to assist and James completed his move.

Now I was lying, more than sitting, and in this prone position, James had better access to my sex. He thrust and, for a moment, I wasn't sure my cunt was big enough because there seemed to be no end to the amount of cock filling me. But, at the point when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his balls bumped firmly against my buttocks. He paused - and then began his piston-like movements, slowly at first.

Each in and out motion caused little waves of pleasure to wash over me and his pumping soon increased, becoming more and more powerful, pounding me into the seat. I started clenching my muscles in time with his thrusts, something that became almost painful because of his size, but that didn’t deter me. It was a turn on hearing him grunt loudly when his balls banged against my ass.

My lips curled at the corners while he fucked me and soft whimpers escaped as he expertly led me towards another climax. I was really getting off on his masterful display and, licking my lips, I settled back and waited for the inevitable.

However … James had other plans.

Without a word, he pulled his hips back until his gorgeous manhood slipped unceremoniously from my twitching pussy. The feeling of desperation and emptiness almost overwhelmed me. I was about to protest when, still holding my legs against my chest, I gasped in surprise. James ducked his head and spat between my legs.

"Show me your ass, Andrea, I'm gonna fuck it."

I reached down and spread my cheeks, showing him what he wanted. He grabbed his prick and, using the spittle and my own slick juices, he rubbed them with his engorged helmet into my twitching asshole. Satisfied with the result, he pushed his cock against my restraining sphincter. I knew I had to relax or this would really hurt.

I urged him to take it slowly, and inch by inch, my ass welcomed his cock. It hurt. I won’t lie, it really hurt; it hurt like… well, like buggery. Yet, lying there with my eyes tightly closed, I knew deep down that it was what I wanted. Eventually, his balls rested against my buttocks and, despite the burn, I felt enormously proud of taking such a monster up my ass.

James didn't move for a moment. I’m sure he understood what I was going through and he gave me time to get used to his size, this enormous intrusion. When I nodded, he slowly began withdrawing. He pulled at least halfway out, paused a second, before plunging his thick shaft back inside. A lengthy hiss whistled between my teeth and lips.

“Jesus Lover, you're so big," I gasped, wincing. "I've never had one this large up there before. So take it easy, will you?"

He smiled proudly and nodded. He moved again and I moaned softly. This time he extracted almost his entire length, before plunging forward, filling me completely. As I whimpered, James started plowing my furrow. His thrusting was gentle and tender but grew wilder as his excitement increased. Luckily, it was matched by my own passion, and as the fiery discomfort evolved into a delicious burn, James’s movements speeded up. It didn't take long before he was pounding my ass with wanton abandonment, encouraged by me.

I couldn't help it, really I couldn’t.

I was enjoying this illicit anal so much, I found myself screaming all sorts of obscenities at my boss. I wanted him to fuck me hard; wanted him to fill me with spunk; wanted him to treat me like a cheap skank and cum all over me. Brazenly, I urged him to do every conceivable nasty thing I could think of and, through it all, James kept up his fabulous onslaught. I noticed his movements getting wilder and more erratic and guessed he was approaching orgasm. Determined to feel him spray my insides with spunk, I slung my legs over his back.

Wanting to cum simultaneously, I rubbed my swollen clit, hard and fast. I’d been on the edge for some time and my fingers provided the final push. My orgasm ripped through me like a tornado sweeping across Kansas. Muscles spasmed everywhere and my body bounced and bucked widely. All my senses seemed to overload and my brain almost shut down; I was having that much trouble with all the wild emotions searing through my body.

It was during the aftermath of my orgasm, that I felt James’s white hot semen scald my insides. His hips bucked, and I quickly held on to his buttocks, pulled him towards me, and didn't let go.

Afterward, we lay together, our bodies slowly recovering while experiencing small aftershocks. His prick twitched deep within me, and I smiled, enjoying the sensation. He started retracting his penis, and spunk, no longer held back by his thick shaft, dribbled down my crack.

“Mmm, not just yet James,” I said softly. “Stay there, let me enjoy your cock a bit longer.” Warm seed carried on dribbling towards my lower back and I clenched my abdominal muscles, feeling his cock still thick and hard inside me.

“You're fucking unbelievable," James gasped. "You want some more?" he asked, sounding amazed. I smiled sweetly, raised my eyebrows in a challenge and squeezed him again for good measure. "God, you're a right slut," he exclaimed, grabbing my hips and ramming his cock back inside me.

This time he rode me hard. He wasn't gentle or sweet, he was determined to make me pay. He pounded me with his huge tool, his spunk serving as lubrication as his helmet thrust deep, stretching my back passage to the limit. I played with my clit, matching the ferocity with which James was fucking me. Despite the harsh rawness, I loved it.

This was sex at its best. Hard and fast. No emotions, no tenderness, just two wild animals rutting, intent only on one thing: attaining the ultimate physical stimulation.

Every nerve ending was on fire as James fucked me hard, my fingernails gouging into his backside. I was no longer his office assistant, I was his bitch, his anal slut, and I kept goading him to give me what I wanted, verbally abusing him with obscene profanity, that belonged to the street, not the boardroom.

Like a man possessed, James ripped open my dress before pawing at my bra. A breast popped free, and that was enough. Hot feverish lips enclosed my nipple and teeth bit on the hard bud. Sensations, heightened by the sexual tension, shot from my chest to my loins, adding to the flames of desire. My ass muscles contracted tightly around his cock while he ravaged my breast and I felt myself approaching the abyss once more. I closed my eyes.

By denying myself the sense of sight, my hearing became acute. I heard the creak of the soft leather above our heavy breathing, the erotic sounds of his cock thudding into me, forming a symphony of lust with his mouth feasting on my breast. I even heard his stifled cries of pain, caused by my sharp fingernails digging into his skin. And, of course, I heard my own wanton cries, rhythmic whimpers mixed with feral groans and interspersed with gasps or yelps of “Fuck” and “Shit”. Above all, I heard our overwhelming desire for release.

I glanced up at James and could see that he was driving himself beyond normal limits, clearly wanting to - no, needing to - satisfy me, and I felt truly blessed. I closed my eyes again and stepped into the whirlwind.

I'd never experienced multiple orgasms before and was surprised that this one was more powerful than the others. My body shuddered wildly as violent convulsions ripped through me. My arms flailed about, hands transformed into claws, while I tried to grasp anything that would help me gain control. My breathing was labored and my legs locked behind James’s back. Warm cum flooded my cunt and flowed between our heaving bodies, mixing with the previous releases, while my sphincter gripped James’s manhood so tightly that he had difficulty moving. I felt him shudder and heard him groan, but couldn't feel the liquid heat I desired. I guessed his balls were already drained, but I didn't mind. There would be other times. That’s for certain.

Despite being well and truly spent, I didn't want it to end. But we couldn't stay there. I wriggled in the seat and James climbed off me. His cock slipped from my ass, but instead of being thick and hard, it showed the signs of battle. I sat up and reached for it. The skin was soft and smooth, if a little sticky, and the hardness that had brought me so much pleasure was just a memory. I leaned forward and planted a little kiss of appreciation on the spongy head.

The rest of the journey was completed in relative silence. We exchanged occasional glances and smiles. I guess, like me, James was reflecting on what had happened.

In accordance with new company rules, applied to make sure that head office could never accuse us again of making a potentially costly mistake, I have to work late at least once a week. And the journey on the monthly London trip always seems to take so much longer…

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Author's Note

For any reader who thought, "This story seems very familiar," you're right. The original, my first attempt at writing a story for Lush, was displayed in January 2013. I was happy that my first 'English language' story had been accepted. But, reading ‘Homeward Bound’ again recently, I was shocked. I can only think the moderators of the day were generous and showed an enormous amount of leniency towards a first timer. If I submitted that now, it would be rightly returned with links on how to check editing, punctuation, etc, etc. That said, the storyline was, on the whole, a good one. So, mostly due to my vanity, I’ve rewritten it, striving for improvement. In the near-four years since that first effort, I'm quite proud of the stories I now write. I believe my writing has improved during these three years, especially in the last few months, due to a special friend here on Lush. Through encouragement, cajoling, and persuasion he has helped me to become a better storyteller. Many of you know him as 'JWren' and he deserves a huge ‘Thank you' from me.

Again, apologies if any reader felt ‘cheated’ on reading this revised Homeward Bound, but that was not my intention. Like most writers, I want my stories to be the best they can be and I was trying to do justice to the early effort. Thank you.