Undercover Office Slut

Tuesday after breakfast we tried to rekindle the previous night’s good time. I had overheard my Husband talking to Will about trying it on the massage table so, the eager slut that I am, I positioned myself on it to be accessible to their cocks. It didn’t work. The massage table was under a gambrel ceiling, which I propped myself against but proved problematic for the men.

My Man ended the scene abruptly. I followed him into the bathtub, begged him to continue, but he ordered me and the boy to wash up. Will wanted to keep going, and I understood that he was blue-balled, but I had to follow my Husband no matter what.

I tried to spice things up by reading them a series of emails exchanged between me and Wayne Warbucks, the most powerful man in the office building I worked at last year, when I went undercover as a civilian and got a job in a bookkeeping firm. He was a Navy Seal in his younger days. Now at fifty-something and president of a big engineering company, he’s still a muscleman, with broad shoulders that taper to a perfect tight butt. I had been trying to get the man’s attention for a year, and just recently gotten some kind of traction with a very forward, very explicit email:

Can I be honest? I’ve had this fantasy since last year of us working after hours at your office when everyone else has left. You bend me over on my knees on those blonde leather chairs across your desk, pull my skirt up to reveal my smooth pussy, and fuck me furiously. Let me know when you can meet.

Mr. Warbucks replied:

I was on a conference call when I read your email and I was so horny that I had to take an immediate action while I was in the call. Do you have kik?

Notwithstanding letting my men in on the sexy email exchange, we spent the day doing non-sexual activities. We worked on an Arduino device and played with magnets. By dusk we settled into the couch and watched The Grand Tour while I snuggled my head into my Husband’s shoulder and traced lines on my boyfriend’s hand. Will left soon after.

Wednesday morning my Husband told me we were expecting the Lobsterman, this time to bring a tribute of kine bud. The men started off the visit with a smoke in the basement as usual. My Man invited me down when they were done. I wore a pair of thick black thigh high socks under a little black minidress, expecting it to be cold in the basement, but my Husband had set up a propane heater in addition to a cushion for my knees and a chair for the old man. I serviced his cock with my mouth in appreciation of his gift. It took over half an hour and the old man could not muster any cum.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work this time,” he apologized.

“It’s okay… just relax…” I answered as I continued to suck on his cock.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t,” he said. “It’s not your fault.” He hugged my shoulder. “You’re so persistent, God bless you.” He got dressed and left.

I faced my Husband feeling defeated. He welcomed me in his arms, made love with my ass, and made me feel better. After washing up he licked and fucked my pussy, and added more cum to my ass for good measure.

The slut revitalized, I brazenly asked Mr. Warbucks via kik to meet me at his office that night. He agreed. I asked him to leave the back door of his office building unlocked so I could slip in quickly. He instructed me to lock it before I come upstairs to his office.

May Ling Su is the office slut

It felt like a heist and I was dressed for it: the same little black minidress and black thigh-high socks from earlier that day, with tall boots and leather trench coat added for the cold outdoors. I snuck into the building. It felt weird being back there again, this time covertly after hours to meet with The Boss for some slut action. He was waiting for me in his corner office. It was dark. The only light emanated from an MP3 player softly pulsing Bruno Mars.

“Here I am again,” I said breathlessly before walking into his muscled arms. We kissed. His mouth tasted like breath mints. I wondered if he could taste the spicy seafood noodle soup I had for dinner. His hands crept down to the hem of my little black dress and felt my bare ass. He lifted me on his desk, parted my legs, and got down to lick my slit. I wanted to pinch myself as I looked at the powerful man on his knees between my thighs.

He turned me around, bent me over his desk, and finger-fucked my wet pussy. I whimpered, almost lost myself to the pleasure, and reached behind me for that hard cock straining against his pants. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it. I got down on my knees, undid his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. I reveled in the look of desire on his face while I polished his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat.

He pulled me up and lay me across his conference table, my ass on the edge and my legs parted in the air. I felt his cock poised at the entrance of my hungry cunt.

“Fuck me,” I begged him.

“I told myself I wouldn’t bang you tonight,” he whispered. “Are you on birth control?”


I watched him consider it, then decide to pull away from me. I got off the table and pulled him to the blonde leather chairs I fantasized about for a year. I sat in one of them and deep throated his cock. He put both hands on either side of my head and throat fucked me until he came. I swallowed the sweet dessert down and showed him my empty mouth. He shook his head at my silliness. I relaxed in the leather chair and hitched my leg up on an arm to reveal my pouting pussy.

He composed himself and leaned on his desk. “So you and your Husband have an open relationship?”

“He loves me unconditionally,” I tried to define my marriage. My Husband doesn’t like the term open relationship. He and I are each other’s primary partners. No one can challenge that. Everyone else we get involved with come after.

“I’m married,” he disclosed. “She’s very prudish.”

I knew. I got up and put my arms around his neck. We kissed.

“I’m going home with the taste of your cum in my mouth,” I whispered to him.

“I’m going home with the taste of your pussy,” he replied then gave my ass a pat. “I promised to help with physics homework tonight. Let’s get out of here before I fuck you on the stairs.”

I threw my coat back on and left while he closed things down in his office.

When I got home, my Husband was in the shower. I undressed completely and got in. I told him everything that happened and recreated the scene with him in the shower until I swallowed another load of cum in my mouth. Later on in bed we acted out my scene with Mr. Warbucks in greater detail. I downed my third cum load of the night before I went to sleep.

Have you ever had an office affair? Ever fucked in your workplace?

Love, Lust, and Liberty,
May Ling Su

Cum Spring

“I want to be your boyfriend,” Will said to me once, when he was 19. “I don’t want to be just another guy you fucked.”

He’s 21 now, a good 24 years younger than me. Over the past couple of years he has become my confidante whenever I needed to vent about my marriage. He’s one of the rare people who knows both my Husband and me well enough to know our secrets. He holds me close, listens to me, and has enough perspective not to take one side or another.

9 am, he showed up at our place. Spring break for my college boy. His mess of curly dark hair was tamed by a short haircut. He looks like a young Benedict Cumberbatch. The three of us caught up over breakfast.

9:30 am I got a phone call from the Lobsterman. He had been plowing my driveway every time it snowed this winter. I had agreed to give him a favor in return. He was coming to collect. Will said he hadn’t slept in days, so he went to take a nap in the guest room while I got ready for my second guest.

I changed into a schoolgirl uniform and fixed two ponytails on either side of my head. The Lobsterman arrived on time. My Husband brought him down to the basement to have a smoke, get him relaxed so he’d finish faster. After they were stoned, my Husband led him to the living room to see me and discreetly left us alone.

“Miss May, you look like a centerfold,” he showered me with compliments as he undressed. The old man wore the same thing every time: jeans, a long-sleeve undershirt, a t-shirt that has the name of his vessel advertised on it. As he sat naked, I used my foot to fish out a blue cushion from under the couch. I kneeled on the cushion, positioned myself between his legs, and serviced his cock with my mouth. The old man loves to get sucked off.

“You’re my fantasy girl,” he cooed in his thick New England accent. “So passionate… so persistent…” His cock is bigger and fatter than what I can take so I held tight on the base with one hand and used the other to play with his balls until he unloaded a thick mess of cum deep in my throat.

“You make all my aches and pains go away.” He wiggled and giggled like a child.

“Thank you for making me your whore.” I kissed the rounded head of his cock before he dressed and left. It took all of fifteen minutes. I wiped off the ring of red lipstick smudged on the length of my thumb and forefinger. My Husband came downstairs to check on me, his thrill from hearing me moan and whimper apparent.

“I have a throat full of cum, Daddy!” I said to him. “I want more!”

“Go get your boy,” he encouraged.

I went upstairs and peeked into the guest room. Will was on the bed with his big cock out, stroking it. I asked him down to the living room. I got down on my knees between him and my husband and held a cock in each hand.

“You didn’t save me any cum?” Will asked.

“Choke me with your cock and we’ll get that cum back out.” I pushed his giant downturned cock into my throat and gagged on it. I regurgitated a string of cum onto his shaft. I turned to my Husband’s rock hard one and pushed him all the way into my cum-swirled throat. I alternated them in my sloppy mouth, took each of their thrusts as they held my head. My Husband’s fits my throat snugly, Will’s barely fits. I struggled when they both pushed into my mouth at once. Teary-eyed, I begged them to add their loads to the cum I already had in my belly. They obliged. I swirled and swallowed all they had to give.

May Ling Su after party schoolgirl dripping with 3 loads of cum with mascara running

Snow piled up thick outside. We all napped till dark. We woke famished, had dinner, then went back upstairs to play some more. My Husband and my boyfriend, who collaborate amicably on electronic projects and mechanical games, did the same with my body tonight. They pushed their plugs into my ports together and alternated, tested connections, generated enough electric juice to keep me and my man going for the rest of the night. I am full of cum in all three of my feelings. I am a happy woman.

May Ling Su schoolgirl after party splayed out on the couch with legs wide open full of cum and mascara running

Anybody got sexy plans for the week?

Love, Lust, and Liberty,
May Ling Su

Sexy Asian Aunt Visits the Farm

May Ling Su in a barn

Uncle Tim came home with a dead deer in the back of his truck. There was already one hanging upside down in his barn, but it was his brother’s. Uncle Tim is the man when it comes to field dressing deer. I remember a few Thanksgivings back when he bagged a hermaphrodite deer. He called it “queer deer” (pronounced kwee’ yah dee’ yah around these parts). I took photos, asked questions, no judgement. Uncle Tim seemed to enjoy my company. He entertained my questions and didn’t mind me taking pictures. I’d been in the family a long time but I know I’ll always be foreign to him.

A 14-year-old niece asked my advice on modeling, photography, and how to get her swollen lip to go down. She had gotten a piercing above the left side of her lip. Last summer she also asked my advice on eyebrow issues; first when she had shaved them off, drawn them on with a pencil, and given her face a surprised look; then when she had drawn them so thick they looked sharpied on. She may have found a happy medium with the eyebrows since then. Or maybe I didn’t notice on account of her fat lip.

“I brought my homemade mini pumpkin pies. Gluten-free!” I offered her. I made a batch every year.

“Oh my god, I love you!” She hugged me as she stuffed one in her mouth.

bulge in pants, not Dylan16-year-old Dylan also came up for a hug. He had grown from a chubby boy with Freddie Mercury teeth to a young man with short blonde hair, braces, and a hot bod! Call me a perv, but his good looks are not lost on me. The hug felt good. I walked right into his arms. He wrapped them around my back and squeezed.

“Auntie May, would you like to see my football videos?” he asked.

I glanced at his mother, an overweight blonde woman a few years younger than me but looking haggard. She sat on the other side of the room, clutching at her yappy little pomeranian, while she sobbed about her dog that died last summer. Her pomeranian upchucked a piece of turkey right onto one of the guests. A ruckus of cleaning up and apologies ensued.

“Sure!” I sat on the couch next to him as he pulled up junior varsity football game videos on his laptop. I became self-conscious of my minidress being a tad too short. His fingers tapped on his muscled thighs, dangerously close to mine. We watched his videos together. I heaped praise on his moves and watched him blush.

I’m aware of my “sexy aunt” status. Being asian and married to a white man makes me an “other” in his family; a hot exotic creature they can fix their fantasies on without feeling incestuous. I kinda like it. It feels good to be desired. And when I’m alone with my man I tell him I’m going to hire Dylan to mow our lawn this summer. I’m going to watch him peel his sweaty shirt off as he pushes the lawnmower around our backyard. I tell him I’m going out in a sheer little sundress, no bra, no panties, to bring the boy an ice cold lemonade. I whisper all the many naughty things I’m going to do. Whether I actually do it or not is beside the point. It makes my man hard to hear about it. It’s our connection together on a fantasy so immediate and so naughty that matters.

Did you have a sexy aunt when you were growing up? What fantasies did you have of her? Tell Auntie May all about it.

Love, Lust, and Liberty,
May Ling Su