Touch Me Boss: A Single Dad Office Romance

by Aria Ford

  I heard him humming a tune and that vibrational force was now translated to his tongue. It was touching different areas. He did not give me a chance to fully comprehend where he was going. I was slapping my hands down onto the mattress, gripping the sheets and pulling them. My fingernails shredded through the material, as his tongue had latched onto my clit.

  “I’m cumming…. Don’t stop…. I’m cumming…. YESSSSS.” I easily found myself on the precipice of one orgasm that turned out to be two. It had to be the first time that I had simultaneous orgasms. It just went to show that if a man really knew what he was doing in that department, anything was possible. He did not stop, and I was going around the bend with a third one when he finally had to pull away. His lips were shiny, and I was pretty much exhausted and lying there like a limp doll.

  Lifting my legs, he came forward, until his cockhead made entry. My lips accepted him, grabbing him with a glove like fit. I bore down on his member, drawing him closer, until he was balls deep. My legs found themselves wrapping around his torso, feeling his hard muscular ass cheeks as he flexed back and forth within my silky interior.

  He was still wearing his shirt, and it only made the moment seem more spontaneous and out of control as I was wearing nothing but a smile that I probably wouldn’t be able to wipe off for many days after this. I slammed my heels down onto his backside, most likely leaving bruises in my wake, but I didn’t think he really cared at the time.

  He began to move a little faster. Ian was staring at me the entire time that he was fucking me into my own pleasurable release. “I never thought that we would get here, but I think becoming your hero helped us to move this relationship further.” I would say that we bypassed dating and went right into a simpatico kind of relationship that was built on trust and honesty. “You are amazing. I don’t think that I’ve met another woman quite like you.” That was high praise. I had to imagine that his love life was pretty full.

  “I’m just glad that we found each other.” This whole thing was a whirlwind of danger and romance. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that I was part of some kind of movie. The pages of our love life were now being written and each new chapter was more vivid and revealing than the first page.

  His hips were slapping up against mine and his member was getting an internal massage. “You may have demons, but you are a real man.” I was twisting my head and biting my lip with anticipation of the oncoming rush.

  I felt it in my toes and it gravitated up my legs, until my whole body was shaking. My insides began to go completely crazy and almost pulled him to the brink. He came out with the head remaining inside. My juices were streaming down his shaft and over his balls.

  I thought for sure that he was going to finish with me, but he decided on another course of action. As I was still feeling the aftereffects of what he put me through, he turned me, so that he could lift my leg and spoon me from behind. Nuzzling my neck and turning me on something fierce was his way of making this moment last a little bit longer. He slapped his head up against my lips, before inserting that equipment. His love muscle filled me yet again, and I don’t think that I could get enough of him. Curling my hands around his neck, I turned and we kissed hotly, as he gently gave me what I needed the most.

  Squeezing my legs shut, I gave him a little bit more friction. I heard him huffing and puffing to try and force his way inside. We were working in tandem with each other. I felt his hand touch a certain part of my anatomy that he had already latched onto with his mouth. The wetness on the tip of his thumb rubbed in a circle. I gyrated and pushed up against him. He held me firmly, not letting me go until I finally heard that exclamation of ecstasy coming from his lips.

  “I’ve gone as far as I can… you’re very insatiable and I don’t think that I could say no to you even if I wanted to…. AHHHHH.” With one final lunge, he buried himself deep and let fly with a volley that had me feeling it to the deepest part of me. My dark recesses wouldn’t let go. He finally had enough strength to pull away on his own accord. He looked wasted, his face showing that abstaining for this long had certainly made him boil from the inside out.

  I lie there on my back looking at the ceiling with the sheets up to my neck. I felt a little embarrassed, but he seemed right at home. He pulled the sheet down to admire my body. It felt nice that he wanted more to do with me than just physical. This was more than just physical and went beyond that to a different level.

  “I think for the first time that I feel completely satisfied. There are no words that would properly convey to you the way that I feel right now. You made me see my life as a never ending cycle of emotional abuse. I’m glad that I finally left him, but I only wish I’d had the courage to do it before he lashed out in anger.” I couldn’t think of what would’ve happened when right now I had a man that truly wanted to be with me, despite all of my past mistakes.

  “You had me hypnotized from the moment that I saw you in the bar across the street. I was in no condition to make a play. I suppose I was the man in distress. I needed you to come to my rescue, and then I had to reciprocate. It feels like we know each other better than anybody.” He was talking, but he was also multitasking. He was text messaging a few friends in the military about my baby’s father. His name was Addison Desmond. “I hope that you don’t find this offensive. I’m just trying to find out if anybody knows his whereabouts. I hadn’t said his name out loud. The only person that knew that information was the private detective that I’d hired to do some digging.

  “How long do you think it’s going to….” I didn’t get a chance to finish my thought, as he got a message back almost immediately that they knew where he was. Apparently, he had disappeared into Mexico and had run afoul of the cartel. His body was found a few days ago in the desert by those that were trying to cross the border illegally. I knew that he was a bad boy. Maybe I got together with him specifically because he did remind me of my husband.

  A few days later, we adjourned from the court with the verdict taking down his old commander. We were now free of that baggage. My ex husband to be was trying his best to make my life a living hell. It took some friends in the inside to give him the incentive to let me walk away clean. I didn’t want anything from him. I could’ve probably taken him for millions of dollars, but that would put me in his debt.

  It was nice to have that monkey off our back. We could now concentrate on our lives and on the new life that I was bringing into this world with two parents that loved him with all of their heart. It wasn’t conventional. I knew a lot of people would cock an eyebrow, but to us it was perfect.

  THE END

  A Fantasy Romance: A Night on a Cruise

  Patagonia Health Clinic — Natasha’s Perspective:

  I had been working for about fourteen months straight on an epidemic outbreak in Argentina. The situation had gone from bad to worse, and I felt like there would never be any reprieve. I started to lose sleep, to the point where I was consistently functioning on about two hours a night. My health started to decrease, and one day, I finally fainted, right there in the hospital. The amount of failure that I felt at that time was something I couldn’t begin to describe. I was the doctor, a specialist in my field, and one of the leaders of our team.

  “How could this happen to me at a time like this?” was the question that echoed through my mind again and again.

  After endless bouquets of flowers, and thank you notes from my previous patients, I didn’t feel better — there were other people to help, other problems to solve, and I was powerless to do what was necessary to move forward with my quest. The nurses all tried to stop me from getting up and leaving so many times that they actually contacted my supervisor, who flew in from the states in order to check in on me.

  “Well, Natasha, the good news is you’re getting better,” he began when he arrived. “And the other good news is that you’re not contagious.”

  I nodded, unenthusiastic. I was more familiar with the illness than most of the other p
eople in the area, and I didn’t need my financial sponsor to inform me that I had passed the diseases contagious period.

  “Unfortunately, according to your blood work, you are highly susceptible to relapse, once exposed — which means you’re through here.”

  I was waiting for the other shoe to drop, and here it was, as large as anything else I could have imagined, and yet, somehow not foreign to my understanding. I knew what he was saying was correct. We had witnessed this pattern of illness in so many others in this area, I just figured that since I had not yet been infected, that I was somehow immune. I actually thought I had been given some kind of divine protection, since everybody told me that I was, “Doing God’s Work.”

  Turns out that God had other plans for me, and my supervisor was the equivalent of some extremely unwelcome messenger.

  “We all pooled together at the office and bought you a cruise trip. You’ll leave tomorrow, if you’re interested. The company will pay for a return trip, if you’re sour grapes about everything and would rather retreat to your apartment, but I suggest taking the trip — you deserve it.”

  I didn’t respond to him, I was too busy sulking. He left the cruse ticket, some bonus cash on my bedside table, and told me to make my decision — he would see me soon regardless.

  The nurses came in and cleaned up, preparing the space to be used by someone in more dire straits than I was in, but I still wanted the attention.

  “Can I get some toast and a bit of tea,” I asked the woman when I could get her attention.

  Both of us knew I didn’t need anything, and that I would be discharged that evening, but she brought them anyways.

  I guess she thought I deserved a bit of pampering.

  When she brought them, she also brought a personalized thank you card from the hospital staff. I guess they had all known that I was about to be forcefully ejected from their environment and had prepared in advance. Of course, none of them had told me.

  “Traitors,” I thought, moodily sipping my tea, while poring over all of the names on the cards to read their personalized messages and stylized signatures. “I’m going to miss you all.”

  I didn’t make a big deal out of things when I left.

  The staff was extremely busy, so I wrote a note to all of them and saw myself to the door, stopping only to hand the note to the receptionist and smile. She returned the smile, and then I left, on my way toward whatever the future had in store for me. At that point, I still hadn’t decided whether or not I wanted to go for the cruise ship option or just fuck off and enjoy some down time, back in the states.

  “I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” I thought to myself, fingering the ticket in my pocket.

  In the end, the decision to take the trip on the cruise was likely only because I had few other options, and that was the easiest route to take. I was in no mood to be booking flights or making major decisions.

  I slept my final night at the apartment which had been rented to me during my stay. The NGO that funded my work here had covered the apartment as a living expense, and they could deal with the landlord. Without much difficulty, I passed into unconsciousness, breathing in the warm air through an open window.

  Though I had passed out easily enough, my sleep was full of discord and ruin. In my dream, a lion had come from the horizon, bared its teeth, and backed me into a corner. When I could run no further, the lion bit my leg, and I felt a piercing pain shoot through my body. The pain subsided when I realized that he had stopped, realizing that I was in pain, and then began to lick my leg, until there were no more wounds.

  The warmth of the lion’s tongue turned into the tongue of a wild looking man, who bathed my clit with his saliva until the early hours of the morning. I spent most of the night in a semi-orgasmic state and woke up in a near puddle of my own arousal.

  “Damn,” I said, reaching a finger down the pajama pants that I had worn to sleep that night. “I definitely need to get laid — too much time playing doctor, not enough time getting my pussy mauled by a lion.”

  I laughed, the absurdity of my own interpretation bringing me into awareness for the day.

  “I guess that’s enough for now,” I said out loud, willing my arousal to subside so I could assemble the few possessions I had into a backpack, and ditch my apartment, and all of the feelings of regret and inadequacy that came along with it.

  I was out of there in no time at all, and before I knew it, I was sipping a spiked lemonade on the pier, waiting for the cruise ship to make the call for passengers to get on board.

  “Patagonia right before the New Years,” a lonesome tourist said to me just before I finished the bulk of my cocktail.

  I looked at him, wondering if there was anything further to his statement, and all I got from him was a sigh and a glance out at the water which surrounded us.

  “So it is,” I said, downing my cup and resting my arms on the side of the pier.

  He must have caught some form of dark cynicism in my voice, because he turned to me in a concerned way and put an unsolicited hand on my arm.

  I didn’t want to be rude, but I gave him a glance that told him he was not welcome to touch me, and that I didn’t need either his affection or his healing words of wisdom. Like many of the men in that area, he decided to ignore me, opting instead for a gentle smile and a soft squeeze. Something about his willingness to continue forward, even though I had been an ice queen, put me at ease. He walked away then, leaving toward town. As he disappeared from the pier, the cruise ship made their announcement.

  “All Aboard!” the shout passed through the air, and eager tourists began to line up on the ship, all boarding for what they hoped would be some great adventure or reprieve.

  I sniffed.

  “Better go, and not be such a stick in the mud,” I told myself, before making my way to the cruise ship. “Who knows, it might turn out to be something special after all.”

  The ship was extravagantly decorated, and all of the people who had filed in line before and after myself were of a wealth class that I typically wouldn’t associate with. It seemed as though all of the men were bold, handsome, playboy types, and around the arms of quite a few of them, models dangled like ornaments of flesh straight out of a pornographic magazine. I saw a number of gay men in the crowd, who were also dressed to full tilt, but no lesbian couples in sight.

  The crew were, likewise, dressed for success, with impeccable grooming and well-tailored suites.

  “They really did a number on this one,” I said to myself, taken aback by the extravagance of the gift which my supportive staff had given me.

  My surprise only increased when I arrived in my room, only to be greeted by a private masseuse with a massage chair set up exclusively for my pleasure.

  “Ma’am,” she said, gesturing to the table with open arms — wordlessly directing my body toward the clean leather surface of the chair.

  I didn’t think or hesitate. Maybe it was the drink I had just prior to boarding, or maybe I just wanted to get a thorough sense of what this place was all about — really experience the lap of luxury first hand, instead of fighting it in bitterness. I thought about the man on the on the dock who had reached out and touched me in an effort to bring me comfort; this staff member couldn’t possibly be any different.

  Stripping my clothes to the ground, without shame or hesitation, I walked forward and laid down on the massage chair. The woman lifted my legs and set them spread apart on two extensions toward the end of the chair, and then proceeded to drip warm oil on my body. My hips were set into the air by a curved cushion, and the woman began her massage by spreading oil along my back, hips and shoulders. Her hands were soft, and her touch was incredibly alleviating.

  She moved her attention down the length of my legs and made small circular motions around my ass, spreading her hands along the inside of my thighs — her fingers gracing my vulva.

  Dripping more oil onto my body, I felt the drops of warm oil run down the length of my vulva, and then
I felt her thumbs and fingers work tiny circles around my inner thighs.

  She drew continuous figure eights with one hand on my crotch and ass, and the other stroking my shoulders. I felt like I was the inside of a galaxy, and she was commanding the orbit of my body.

  Her hands pulled at the inside of my thighs, and one of her hands cupped my vagina, just holding me there — I wasn’t used to this type of treatment, but my body was loving it, and my inhibitions simply weren’t there. The masseuse stroked my labia, and then brought her hands up again along my body, running the warm, sweet smelling oil along my ass and down the length of my legs.

  When her hands began to focus on my anus and vulva, I grew warmer, and was no doubt noticeably aroused.

  I squirmed for a moment, only to be put at ease by her soothing voice.

  “Shhh….” she whispered, “Try to relax, and let me do my job.”

  Both of her hands began to massage my anus then, her thumbs stroking the inside of my ass cheeks, and her fingers stroking the length of my labia. Her forefingers found their home around my clitoris, and she pushed on my sex with both hands, spreading my labia to touch the soft outer surface of my vagina. With one hand on my asshole, and the other on the inside of my legs, she worked out the tension that I had built in that area.

  She began dripping oil repeatedly on my anus, so that the liquid descended down to my clit. Her thumb worked my asshole in small circles, and she stroked me softly.

  I felt something enter my asshole, followed by a rush of liquid inside of my rectum. I looked back to see that she had used a syringe to load me up with massage oil.