Hi! So here’s a link to a fantasy of mine, the whole fresh faced youngster thing. I have a recurring fantasy of being taking advantage of due to my shyness and naivety. :) If you think it’s interesting share it :)
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The office is cool and sterile, the warmth of human activity drowned by clickety clack of computers and the soft hum of the copier. Fresh faced, bubbly, I enthusiastically tackle my spreadsheet assignment, my legs crossed as tightly as big thighs can be beneath my mauve pencil skirt. My princess cut blouse is slightly small for my bosom, but it fits my waist and is a lovely shade of champagne pink, so I bought it. It brings out the warm undertones of my medium dark skin. I do my best work when I look and feel good, and I couldn’t wait to show my new boss I am a worthy hire.
At my interview for this entry level position, I am aware of a slight tension in my throat as I answer the questions of the older but strikingly handsome man in front of me. I feel nervous. This is the second interview round and I am aware that I am speaking to the boss. My hand shakes as I hand over my résumé, my smile sincere but a tad dishonest. I am terrified. Will he like me? Why do I care? I regain focus. He asks questions. I answer. He laughs! And at the ending, I am hired! We stand up to shake hands, and I walk ahead of him. My black slacks are thick, my matching blazer the same thickness, but as I walk ahead of him, I feel a jolt of cold electricity from my neck to my toes.
With this tension a stark memory, I am shaken from my reminisces with a soft but firm tap on my shoulder. I sit up straighter as the boss calls my name. It sounds like a caress, but I know this is due to the huskiness of his voice, not for any sort of special reason. “Come to my office for a bit, I have an urgent request that can use your eye.”
I’m ecstatic! The boss notices me after a week of work and I’m getting a special assignment!
As I enter the spacious office, with a stunning view of the Manhattan skyline, the now familiar sense of nervousness echoes through me as my boss closes the door behind me. “Sit, sit.” I sit. “Now. Before we start. I wanted to congratulate you and officially welcome you to the team. Now tell me. How can I help you make your transition into this post college world… smoother?” I don’t know why, but my underwear feel tight and I cannot keep my legs still. “Um, well, thank you so much! Mainly I’m still learning the ropes-” What was that against my leg? “——, are you alright?” “Yes, yes I am. Sorry. I felt something along my leg.” Why am I shivering? Focus! “Anyway, as I was saying, mainly I am learning the ropes and I’ve talked to Claudine and she has been immensely helpful…” My voice trails off. I am distinctly aware that what I feel is his shoe. And I knew it all along. I involuntarily move my leg up. “Oh sorry!” I am mortified. I could be mistaken and now I have inappropriately touched my boss! I am now even more nervous, and my underwear feel even wetter and tighter. I’m so embarrassed by my reaction. My boss then gives me the most intense stare of my life. After a seemingly long moment, he asks, “Why are you sorry?” “Um, pardon?” “Why are you sorry?” That’s when I realize he isn’t as old as I thought he was. His wavy hair is thick, with no signs of gray, and he has minimal wrinkles, but his eyes sparkle with warmth, intelligence, and daresay- mischief? He then flashes a brilliant grin. It radiates across the room and into my heart. “I am going to shock you, ——. Do you know what I am about to say?” “No…” I whisper. But it is a lie. He leans forward. His voice is a medley of baritone and playfulness.”I liked it.” “Pardon?” By then, his foot is not just a mistake. His shoe whispers against my stockinged ankle, he leans back, and as he still caresses it with deft vertical strokes- “I liked it.”
At this point I have no idea what to say. I am frozen, my arms tightly hugging the chair as he continues to stroke my lower leg. Inadvertently, a small moan escapes my throat and I unfreeze enough to cover my mouth. “No.” He demands, and I quickly remove my hand. I don’t know how he can hold such intensity in his eyes. “Moan for me again.” He begins to press his leg more firmly against and higher up my leg, and a moan escapes my throat again without my permission. I’m not sure what excites me more, his leg or his stare. Overwhelmed by sensation, I close my eyes and let out little whimpers of delight. I gasp. I feel hands. Encased within my fitted but roomy skirt, now taut, barely taking them both. The slow drive of my stockings from the home of my legs to their next destination, the floor. I don’t remember my shoes being taken off. The slow push of the wheeled chair. I open my eyes. My boss is coming from underneath the desk, pushing me as he comes up. My tights are a tangled pool and my shoes sit demurely, upright, a lie of innocence. My chair abruptly hits the wall and I skittishly look at the door. “Do not worry, my pet. No one ever interrupts me during a meeting.” He winks, and points towards a blackberry. “They ping me.”“Oh. Ok.” I’m really confused, a bit scared, but my underwear, now a mess, clothe a passionate hunger I hadn’t even known existed. “My pet.” I’ve never been called this but I immediately fall in love with the name. “Ye-yes boss?” “I need you to take off your panties.” “Sorry?” “Take off your panties, pet.” I begin to unzip my skirt, but he holds down my hand. His one hand overwhelms my two. “No. I said your panties.” “Okay.” I stand up to better reach my underwear. But he pushes me down. I am surprised by the strength concentrated in one hand. “No. Sit down.” I’m scared, and I hang my head. “I’m sorry.” He then surprises me again by caressing my face, lifting it skyward. He outlines my lips with his finger. “Such plump lips, pet. Do not be sorry my dear. You are nervous and that is understandable. Would you like me to help you pet, until you feel less nervous?” I feel it’s undetectable, but he nods to my nod, and laughs. He’s beautiful! “Of course my pet. Spread your legs.”
A beep goes off and the spell is broken. He is visibly annoyed. He hurries to his desk, reads his phone, and speaks into his Bluetooth. “Yes? Well I am busy with our new hire, is this important right now? Alright. Give me five minutes. He hangs up. He then looks at me. “Pet, pull down your skirt, hide your shoes and tights under my desk. Hurry!” I jump out my chair and trip, but before I fall he catches me. I feel his strong arms underneath his suit jacket and I moan. “Shhh pet. Focus.” He stands me up, I pull down my skirt, and I push my tights and shoes further under his desk. I look at my boss expectantly from the floor. “My you look delicious in that position… Now sit.” I sit. “Scoot your chair close to the desk. Keep your feet hidden. Good girl.”
Right after I sit there is a light rap on the door. My boss is somehow back at the desk, a spreadsheet opened on his computer and my name as the title. “Come in!” In walks an older man in his late forties. “Ah, so this is the new hire. I’ve heard so much about you!” “Pleasure meeting you sir,” as I start to rise, forgetting my feet’s nakedness. “No sit sit! I’ll be quick. Now, James…” And I tune out to the business talk, not by choice, but because I’m aware that my boss’s now shoeless foot is once again circling my now bare leg… As I try to maintain my composure, my boss looks at me and winks.
Finally, after an eternity, the older man finally leaves the room. As though on wings, my boss quickly walks to and shuts the door, smiles devilishly, and whispers, “now, where were we, my pet?”