Straight Female / 28
Being The Office Girlfriend Is About The Money, A Condo, A Car, Money
Going to work in an office my boss was the office manager. She was in her fifties, still carried what made her beautiful, very attractive face, pretty girl, with a full bust and womanly hips and ass. But she was fifty and was alone and she made a point of pointing that out to me.
I am twenty eight, brought on board by a senior member who had met me at a funeral and liked my company. One day, she told me, he won't get hard, he won't fuck you. He'll spend money on you, you will have pretty things, but you won't have a man on you. Think of that as you strive hard to be his girlfriend. When you still want it, and he can't deliver, what are you going to do? If you let another man visit you, he will cut you off and ruin you. Get a girlfriend.
She never backed off, she stood beside me, taught me the ways of an office lover. Ran interference for me, and kept up the drum beat, get a girlfriend, get a girlfriend. Well, was I the girlfriend she wanted? Is that what she was telling me?
I went away with her for a long weekend. When 'the boss' was traveling. It was an open discussion, open mind, how to be her girlfriend. The place was in the mountains, views, hot tub. New lingerie, a little make up. Believe me, in her youth, from her pictures, she was a very attractive woman. I was surprised that her breasts were real, voluminous, with big pink nipples. Her woman's form, those hips, were inherited. For being fifty she was all woman, and I was waiting.
At twenty eight I was tall and long, a runner, small breasts, firm ass and thighs. I elected to be available, how was it different from being available for 'the boss' when I was with him. From the beginning when she got around to love on me she told me of her first girlfriend, how she loved another woman, how she got into the business of being 'the boss' girlfriend. For the money, the condo, the car, the everything. Being a poor lesbian sales girl, or a kept executive girlfriend?
As it turned out I am not a lesbian, I'm open to play with another girl, but I'm a man's girl, even if I'm in it for the money. I look at Melania, I'll be a wife, have a kid or two, marry an older man. I hear her, if he can't get it up I'll deal with it. Even with another woman.
I am twenty eight, brought on board by a senior member who had met me at a funeral and liked my company. One day, she told me, he won't get hard, he won't fuck you. He'll spend money on you, you will have pretty things, but you won't have a man on you. Think of that as you strive hard to be his girlfriend. When you still want it, and he can't deliver, what are you going to do? If you let another man visit you, he will cut you off and ruin you. Get a girlfriend.
She never backed off, she stood beside me, taught me the ways of an office lover. Ran interference for me, and kept up the drum beat, get a girlfriend, get a girlfriend. Well, was I the girlfriend she wanted? Is that what she was telling me?
I went away with her for a long weekend. When 'the boss' was traveling. It was an open discussion, open mind, how to be her girlfriend. The place was in the mountains, views, hot tub. New lingerie, a little make up. Believe me, in her youth, from her pictures, she was a very attractive woman. I was surprised that her breasts were real, voluminous, with big pink nipples. Her woman's form, those hips, were inherited. For being fifty she was all woman, and I was waiting.
At twenty eight I was tall and long, a runner, small breasts, firm ass and thighs. I elected to be available, how was it different from being available for 'the boss' when I was with him. From the beginning when she got around to love on me she told me of her first girlfriend, how she loved another woman, how she got into the business of being 'the boss' girlfriend. For the money, the condo, the car, the everything. Being a poor lesbian sales girl, or a kept executive girlfriend?
As it turned out I am not a lesbian, I'm open to play with another girl, but I'm a man's girl, even if I'm in it for the money. I look at Melania, I'll be a wife, have a kid or two, marry an older man. I hear her, if he can't get it up I'll deal with it. Even with another woman.
