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If The Boss Only Knew
You know how the saying goes "When the cat is away, the mice will play." Have you ever back stabbed a co-worker, peer, or EVEN your boss? Do you involve yourself in political game playing, office manuvering, or one-upsmanship games to advance your job position? Are you secretly gunning for the boss's job? Have you setup a fellow co-worker to take an embarrassing hit? Have you positioned yourself as an expert in subject matter you know absolutely nothing about? Have you thrown a fellow co-worker under the bus to secure a promotion? Have YOU been thrown under the bus?

Maybe your office place dealings are more sexual in nature.. Have you been involved in an office place fling with a co-worker behind your bosses back? Did your office place sexcapades lead you to a promotion, or ultimately get you canned? Adult Confessions is the place to share all the juicy details. Your boss will never be the wiser! ;-)
  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 32

    When I was promoted to admin asst. to my boss, the company president, I felt wonderful. My boss is a fine gentleman, kind and thoughtful and certainly not the kind to even hint at taking advantage of me.

    His wife is something else again. We saw each other when I was new and fresh with the company in the mail room and in days were naked in bed doing everything possible that two women can do in bed. She is around 20 years older than me but fit, wiry and muscular, especially her tongue which has given me countless orgasms. I try but can't keep up with her. She's a top so mostly she keeps busy enjoying my body during our sessions.

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Straight Female / 27

    Sometimes the boss does know but he is a REAL boss.

    I was a dimwit, really disturbed coming from a dysfunctional family and lucky to have made it through High School. I went to work for a fairly large company that offers an apprentice job first mostly running errands for people. Soon enough, a good looking young man grabbed my crotch in the office and I found myself being fucked bent over a desk. He spread the word and within months I found myself as the "office punchboard." I had been fucked all over the three story office by almost two dozen men.

    One day, I received a note to call Mr. Jon Mack at the president's office. I did and his assistant made an appointment for me to come in and "chat" - I expected the worst of all choices but did not want to lose my job even though I did not enjoy fucking everyone who demanded it, so I kept the appointment I had made.

    The president was a youthful looking man in his early 60's who was known as a "fashion plate" and drove Porsche. He sat me down and said, "I know everything that happens in my company and know all about you." My face was beet red but I sat there, quivering a bit.
    "You are not the first nor probably the last girl in your position. What do you want to do with your life?" I had no way of answering him. I just had no idea. Mr. Mack sent me to personnel where I met Ms Goldberg, an elderly, sweet woman who was head of personnel.

    In the weeks that followed all booty calls were responded to by, "Mr. Mack asked me to stop fucking in the office." It was decided that I go back to school and study to become a registered nurse. The company was going to pay for my first year as I settled into some situation, all guided by Ms. Goldberg. I had never thought of that but found it highly appealing. That was all some years ago. This is about what happened to me and how some minor efforts by caring people who did not have greed in mind, helped change the direction of my life.

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Straight Male / 22

    This is my first job as an editor out of school and not easy to find. We publish specialty periodicals called "trades" for various companies. We do all the editorial and subcontract printing. When I first started working here a few months ago I noticed Molly the "mail girl" and she is far from a girl, probably in her mid-40's, a bit older than my mom. I never ask a woman her age. Everyone emails messages but junk mail comes in which Molly handles.

    Molly is a bit chunky. If she had a sexy shape it faded years ago. She is sweet, however, and has a biting wit which I find enjoyable. She'll crack a joke and laugh at it herself. It's addictive.

    I enjoy my job and consider it a stepladder to more important work. Thus, I often stay after regular work hours to hand in quality work. Not long ago, my printer ran out of ink so I went to Molly's office where extra supplies were kept. I was surprised to see her still there. She got up from her desk, where she had been reading a book, staring directly at me, pulled up her skirt, revealing a shaved crotch, wearing nothing under her skirt I was all eyes. She then bent over her desk in front of me. I looked up and down the hallway, getting the silent message strongly and felt blood surging to my tool.

    Thinking that Molly was older than my mom, I saw her rather large pussy lips between her legs and thought, Oh, well, any port in the storm, took out my hard cock and slid it into Molly. She breathed a loud gasp and said, "Whoooosh, that's nice and thick." We fucked for half an hour or so, changing positions and she ended up riding me on her desk chair, moving on me beautifully. Whenever I plan to stay late, I send Molly a coded email and she lets me know if she can stay.

    She told me she had a similar affair years ago and I feigned surprise. We are having a great time. We plan to expand our activities to my apartment where we can do much more on my bed. I want to go down on her and bite those large pussy lips, something I have not yet done. Adult life can be fun.

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Straight Male / 22

    My senior boss/part owner Charles is fifty nine, His daughter Ellie who's absolutely beautiful, is twenty nine and his secretary. She married her husband Karl, who's a senior partner (He's forty four) in the company, eight months ago.
    What my boss and her husband doesn't know (Or so I thought), is Ellie and I have been fucking for the past four months.
    She once told me her husband enjoys a boring vanilla type of sex. Where as she loves being fucked hard and having dirty anything goes sex, needing a young stud to fuck her.
    So most work days if we got chance to, I'd fuck her where and when we could. But if we didn't manage to (Or even if we do) have any sex, myself and Ellie do the Friday afternoon audit together. Only instead of doing the audit at the busy noisy office, we book into a hotel which her husband always meets her at after he's finished work. (It was actually his idea)
    Nine times out of ten we got through the computer audit within an hour or so, then it was fuck time.
    She turned from my immediate boss, into an absolute slut. And loves nothing more than to have me forcing my cock down her throat (Love watching her gag on my dick), fucking her juicy pussy, or the one hole she craves to be fucked hard, her gorgeous tight arsehole.
    What's changed is, last month after we'd not long finished fucking, I heard the hotel rooms door open as I stepped out of the shower. When I entered the bed area, Karl was stood there and smiling at his wife, who was still semi naked. She did cover up as I entered, but Karl said "No need to hide anything babe, we're all adults here".
    Karl walked over, shook my hand and told Ellie "See you downstairs in ten minutes". She affirmed his request then told me to get dressed and take a cab home.
    I waited all weekend for a message or phone call telling me I'd lost my job. But nothing happened. On the Monday I drove into work really nervous and saw Karl chatting to Charles. Thinking "Oh well this is it". Again nothing happened and Ellie arrived half an hour later, kissed her father and got on with things as though it was a normal day. The clincher for me was Ellie texting me and telling me to meet her in a back office used for storage. When I got there, she was already bending over an old computer desk and had her skirt and knickers down by her ankles. Turning to me, she said "I've got to go out with Karl over to (An engineering company) but I need your cock. Missed you all weekend. Now fuck me".
    My dick was rock hard in seconds and I had my cock buried deep up her pussy from behind only seconds later. It was such a horny fuck knowing she still wanted me to fuck her on the spur of the moment. Plus knowing her husband knew I was fucking his wife at work and at the hotel.
    And so it's the case today. The hotel room fucks, are now lasting most of the afternoon as the audits are pretty much done before we get there. Karl still meets his wife there every week, but I now know they don't go straight down to eat and drink. But instead he arranges a taxi for me and she has him take care of her with his tongue and mouth.
    Speaking with Ellie last week, she finally admitted Karl has always enjoyed knowing she's fucking other men. She also told me it was his idea for her to seduce me. When I asked her why he enjoyed eating her pussy and arsehole after she'd been fucked, her reply was "I don't care why. I just know he really enjoys it. And so do I".

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Straight Female / 19

    Sick Boss Up-Skirt Camera

    I am pretty sure that my boss had a spy cam setup under my desk.
    This is my first job out of high school. I took it so I could help pay for college expenses so this is really important. I am young, Latina, and small for my age but I make up for it by trying to be independent. The only problem is that I'm really shy and don't speak up when I should. I try so hard to make people like me.
    I was so grateful to find a job that was only a few blocks from my home and yes, I still live with my parents. It's only part-time for now, so it won't interfere with my school.

    So here's what happened...
    The company I work for has only two office workers (both of us women) and then there's our boss. He's a middle-aged white guy, tall (about six-two) and pushing about two hundred, maybe three hundred pounds. He is originally from Chicago and likes to talk a lot about food (and women). He's kind of a braggart and loud. I can hear him from the other side of the building and through his office door.
    Even in our interview, I could tell he was a bit of a pervert because he kept staring at my little breasts the whole time we talked. I would have been really offended except he offered me the job right then and there. So what, my desk was at the farthest wall, next to the entrance. I could live with that.
    Now, he told me that I had to wear something casual and cute. He wanted to keep a relaxed atmosphere but wanted me to wear something inviting for our clients. Short pencil skirts with button up blouses. It was pretty specific, but being that this was only for a few hours a day, it wasnât too much to ask.
    I love my job. Greeting people and taking messages was pretty easy and simple. I had the greatest desk. It was brand new dark wood with smoked glass trimming. It was in a corner but had a great view to the parking lot and the green-belt area beyond it.
    The only issue I had was with my chair. It was an old and worn model. The stuffing was coming out of the seat in several places. It was a hold-over from my predecessor. She was a retired accountant and had trouble getting up. This chair had an electronic lift control. I tried it a couple of times. It only hummed but didnât work. When I asked about it, I was told that a new chair was on order for me.
    So now itâs my first day, Iâm wearing my new outfit; short skirt, red top and three inch heels. Everythingâs going pretty smooth and time flies by, fast. My perverted boss only comes over to look down my blouse twice. I'm sure he wants to get a glimpse of my nipples. I just button up an extra button. Everything was really smooth, except for that damn chair. I swear I could feel the springs poking into my ass. The chair was worn to where my ass automatically fit into a defined groove. Not only was it uncomfortable, but I swear I didnât touch the controls, but the chair began to lightly vibrate. I swear. It was it was very light, but I could tell. It stopped after about an hour. Thank god. It was really starting to get intense on the crack of my ass. It didnât hurt, but it was really distracting. I was clenching thighs and crossing/uncrossing my legs all afternoon. I remember thinking how much I would have enjoyed it if it was in my room at home. At the end of the day, I asked my boss when the chair was coming. He said probably early next week. He told me it was a real pleasure having me around. Smiling, he was actually talking to my chest.
    So the next week is pretty much the same as the first day. I greet people, take calls and then try to keep from wetting my panties. That damn chair seems to have a mind of its own. Itâs like we have a sexual relationship. I keep asking about the new chair, but secretly I hope it doesnât come in. Somehow the vibrations are getting stronger. I have to take more restroom breaks during work because the buzzing is making my insides shake. Sometimes I find myself rocking to some subconscious rhythm. I can only take it for about an hour at a time. After hitting the power button on the controller about fifty times, the chair stops. At least thatâs what I thought (at the time). It was odd, but like clock-work, my boss would come striding over to update me on the order. Itâs still on order. He was very sorry. He never looked sorry. He always seemed like the cat that ate the canary. Of course, he took his daily look down my blouse.
    After about a month of this, Iâm beginning to think that my replacement chair is never coming. At least my perverted boss never approached me. Maybe itâs because he has daughters my age. Thatâs what I thought.
    It was Friday and everything was great. It was getting late and my chair hadnât malfunctioned, yet. My boss starts his crap. Hey, baby. Got any plans for tonight? You have a date? Youâre looking very nice (emphasis on nice). I told him that I was staying home. I lied. I had a date with a new guy. I was wearing my lacy bra, thong panties, five inch stilettos and had my makeup done up. He was really going too far with his comments. He said that whoever the lucky guy was, he was sure I would have a great time. Maybe I would like to take off a little earlier today. Well hell, Iâll take it! What is this guy up to? Did he change? Nope. I caught him staring at down at my bra. I hope he enjoyed my little titts. He says I can take off an hour earlier.
    So now Iâm excited its payday, leaving early, and I have a hot date tonight! Everything was so sweet. And then I think my arm hits the controller and my chair starts itâs convulse. Not like normal. Itâs more intense and my ass now seems to be sitting deeper in the ass groove. The spring under my ass now is pushing hard on my puss and it feels like an earthquake. Please, not now! I look around. My coworker is downstairs in the copy room and my boss is in his office talking to some old buddy. He is laughing and talking very loud. Who knows what about but I have to get ready to leave soon. All I have left is adding some data in a weekly spreadsheet. I canât seem to get anything done.
    My whole bottom is vibrating, now and my pussy feels like itâs on fire! I can feel the muscles in my both my ass and pussy contracting involuntarily. I push the power off over and over and nothing happens. In the background I hear my boss belly laughing. Heâs talking loud and Iâm hearing him clearly. âOh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Daddy likes that. Thatâs right. Howâs that feel?â What? It must be coincidence. Oh, shit it was more intense now. I was getting wet, now. There was no stopping it now. I let out a sharp âAye!â The boss opens his door to ask if I needed anything. I tried to look normal but I was holding on to the armrests like my life depended on it. He didnât seem to notice, but he was all red and was giving me a creepy-ass look like he knew everything! He closed the door just as my body started to shutter. They were crossed under the desk, but my legs suddenly went straight out and my toes started curling so much that my shoes came off. It was so embarrassing that I couldnât even get out of the chair until the power turned off. Strangely enough, my boss had gone silent. I sat there for a few minutes until I was sure that stand. I took a couple of steps until I realized that I didnât have any shoes on. Then I heard him again, âOh, my god, dude! Black and tiny! Yes, so tiny and spicy too. I tell you, it was amazing! I canât wait to show you. Hum, so sweet and so wet. I canât wait until next time. Yes, I turned it to the highest one! Ha, ha. Iâm sending you the file right away.â
    My shoes were way under the desk. I got down on my hands and knees and started crawling. It was kind of dark. The lamp on my desk illuminating my workspace and my chair but the base of the desk was pitch-dark. Then I saw it. It was a red LED blinking light. It was faint, but it was at the back of the desk where the glass trimming was. I grabbed my shoes and then reached up and got my phone. I turned on the flashlight feature and shined it on the glass. It looked like there was a small box with a wire running to a power adaptor. Was that a camera?
    âWhat are you up to?â My boss was standing a couple of feet behind my ass. I was up. I told him that I dropped something under the desk and what was that red light behind my desk. He said not to worry, it was a thermal sensor. It was part of our safety equipment. When I peeked again, the light was gone. He said that if I wanted to go now, I could. Of course I took off. He just walked back to his office.
    Driving out of the parking lot, I felt so stupid. How long has that been there? What did it catch? Oh, shit I was wearing a black thong today. He was saying something about black and tiny. Was he talking about my panties? Oh, I was going to be sick. All I can imagine is this old fat bastard watching his 32 inch monitor. I remember how the lamp lit up my chair through the glass trim. It must have been a perfect setup. I was in a tight, little skirt that rides up when you sit in a big overstuffed chair like I was in. He must have had a perfect up-skirt view of everything! Did he do something to the cushion? I bet that it was him! He said that he had it turned to the highest setting!
    If I had any question if I was setup, when I got back to the office, I found that my new chair had come in and the âthermal sensorâ was gone. Nothing was plugged in behind my desk. I canât prove he did anything and heâs acting like he hasnât completely violated me.
    Every once in a while, I think he watches the videos of me (there at work). I know the camera had a great microphone because Iâve distinctly hear my voice saying âAyeâ coming from his office. All I know is that I really need this job and that I now check my desk before sitting down. I donât know what Iâm going to do if he tries this again or something worse. I just hope the videos he has satisfy his urges. He's been undressing me with his eyes, now and that makes me very nervous. I'm not sure I could tell him to stop if he pushed me to do something. The thought of that old, fat man taking advantage of me is so horrible. What to do. What can I do? This is my first real job. I don't think anyone will believe me.

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Bi-Sexual Female / 23

    Hidden Camera at Work

    Guys, what kind of new, perverted, sons of a bitches are acting out at work?? It used to be that guys would hit on you but never did anything that could get them fired. I always keep my personal sexual life and my professional work life separate. I never mix them. Some fucker at work is definitely crossing the line. I obviously work with a real pervert. Hereâs what happened.
    I go to work in an office with cubicles, offices and meeting rooms. It's like most of the corporate world. I wear business casual skirts and blouses to the office and make sure to never show more skin than is proper. I thought everyone there was just friendly until this past week. I don't know exactly when it started, but I was finding myself more and more in deep thought (mostly about sex) while I was sitting at my computer. Working on forms and spreadsheets, I could feel my pussy start to lightly pulsate. It would seem like nothing at first, intensify, and then it would calm down. It would happen once or twice in a day, but eventually it increased in number and intensity. I was starting to think that there was something wrong with me. I found myself legs crossed and both hands in fists pressed tight against my groin, my pussy throbbing to a point that my clit was aching. This happened a few times. I would have to sit with my chair up against my desk. Hoping no one noticed. My coworker noticed that I was looking strained and asked me if I was ok. I told her that I was having cramps. I lied. She just told me "Girl, I know what you mean, you should take off early". I did. My panties were a bit sloppy.
    After a week, I had to start planning for this kind of "accidents". I carried wet wipes and plenty of tissues. I got really good at discretely cleaning myself (under my desk) without anyone being the wiser. I just thought I'd have to get used to it. Maybe I should have sex more often so that I would get this way at work. Yesterday... I was at work doing something on my PC when my pussy started acting up. I have a fat highlighter on my desk that I've started using to push myself a little so that I won't get caught. So I pull my skirt up a little and slide the smooth part up against the edge of elastic of my panties. I put the tip under and around my mound and rub my hard clit. I do this for a couple of minutes and then pull it out as one of the guys walk by. Without thinking twice, I have it in my mouth. Sucking on my finger and with that taste still lingering, I slide my hand back down and feverishly finger myself until my knees come together as I shudder. I drop my highlighter under my desk. I wipe myself again and dry off. It was time to head to the restroom for a cleaning. Maybe round two.
    I climb under the desk to find my highlighter and then I see it. There is a small wireless camera stuck under my desk. It was pointed at the level of my pussy. Oh, shit, my chair. I put my hand on the edge of my chair cushion and press down. There's a noticeable hump. It was vibrating. Holy fuck! I wasn't going crazy. Someone had pulled the fabric away from the edge and took out some of the foam. There was some kind of tiny metal cylinder thingy with a 9 volt battery and antenna thing at the end.
    I pulled it out of the seat and the camera from under the desk. I was mad, but now I was thinking about what I was doing and how many times I did it. I'm so screwed. Come on, now! Someone really has nothing better to do than design something like this? Should I be mad or be flattered. Of course I'm mad. I was tricked and I don't have any clue just where that footage ended up.
    Now, I have a different chair, I'm in a new desk and I can't help but stare at everyone at work, trying to see something in their eyes. I hope it's not my boss. He's really gross.

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  • — If The Boss Only Knew —
    Straight Female / 19

    I suffer from "hot pants."

    I'm now on my third job since High School and been fired twice before, anticipating the third firing then to have to move on. I have put out to men in the office who pass the word like wildfire after fucking me until the boss finds out then he "gets rid" of me. I hope this time the boss gets the word then he wants his own piece of ass, which I will gladly hand over if I can stay here and get fucked. They've done me all over the places and in every possible position yet, I am the one who gets the can and they remain in their jobs. W.T.F!

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    Straight Female / 24

    I have a job I enjoy. Iâm happily married and have good sex with my husband. In or department I have a mid 30âs boss and two coworkers. He is a good boss to work with and we as a group exceed work expectations. The thing is us ladies could get him fired for sexual harassmentâs. The reason we donât is we all enjoy it. I started work 3 years ago. The other two ladies warned me how he was. His thing is to give quick groped to our private parts. One of the other lady coworkers ask me one day have I let him have it yet. I said no I havenât. She said if I do I would never regret it he is good. I wear open tops so he can squeeze my breast easy. I wear tight pants or shirts so he can feel between my legs easy. I had my first son and he enjoyed rubbing my pregnant belly. My husband really wants a lot of sex so it helps me not cheat with my boss. I know he beds the other two ladies but I havenât gave in yet. My only concern is what will become of this situation.

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    Straight Male / 36

    Iâm married to a wife I love with two daughters. One of the ladies I work with is in her young 20âs just out of school. She dressed attactive always showing breast and tight clothes to show her figure. She lives a wild side when away from work. One Monday I noticed love bites on her breast. I crossed the ethics line and picked at her about it. She looked around to see if anyone was around and pulled both breast out and showed me all of her love bites. It was all I could do not to reach out and fondle her breast. Another day she wore a skirt. She had turned facing me and I saw she didnât have any panties on. I commented she had a good shave. She spread her legs and showed me her bare pussy and said thanks. She for years did many exposes to me and even would squeeze my balls a few times. It has been all I could do to be loyal to my family. I have cum in my wife many times while pretending to be having sex with my coworker. The other ladies at work are so jealous of her.

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    Straight Male / 31

    I worked at a local retail store as a manager and one of my employees, a girl named Olivia who looked all Italian with a nerd-girl vibe and was 8 years my junior, was giving off crush-on-the-boss vibes. One day when we were doing inventory she tried to clumsily flirt with me, and I asked her if she wanted a spanking. She went all red and blurted out "yes please". So I spanked her and took her virginity. After a week we got into the whole dom-sub thing, she even called me "master".

    After a couple of months she came to work in tears crying because her parents had kicked her out (being good pro-family-values Christans they insisted Olivia have an abortion or give up the baby, she said "No"). I had to fire her so I could marry her. She was hysterical with relief that I was going to keep her. She married me and gave birth to Mikki our daughter. A couple of years later Olivia's parents tried to pretend there was no separation but she refused to play.

    Olivia and I have been married for seven years now and we've had a second child, our son Alan. She's still a bottom and I occasionally have her seduce younger men and women for my amusement. The kids should be old enough for joining in before she turns 30.

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