Cock Teasing The Intern

Yesterday at work I had to work on a huge design presentation to show to a potential client over the next few days. One of my superiors came in to my office in the morning and told me they had cleared the boardroom for me to use for the day and had also cleared Robbie, the interns schedule so he could “help me for the day.” As I heard those words I couldn’t help but think that that has its own connotations as far as the two of us are concerned…

It’s actually been a while since I’ve written about Robbie, and that’s because, well nothing has happened. I gave him a task the last time we fucked and to my knowledge he is yet to fulfil it, so it’s been a bit of a no go area out of principle.

Still, once I had been told he would be with me for the day I deliberately undid a few of the buttons on my blouse I was wearing under my dress to hopefully tease him with a little cleavage (selfie attached).



I went in to the boardroom and all of our paperwork and designs were already lay out on the huge table. I made myself a coffee and glanced my eyes over the work when Robbie came in. “Hi hun” I greeted him with as he walked through the door. “Hi there” he said in his usual shy, unconfident voice. He too made himself a coffee before joining me at the end of the table so we could look at, and rearrange design boards.

I tried not to make eye contact with him but I could almost feel his eyes on my tits. It’s a weird thing that but I think most women will say – they can always tell. It’s a feeling, but one which is rarely wrong…

I was playing up to it a bit too. At one point I was around the other side of the table to him and as I went to pass something to him I absolutely leaned over a little too much – lingering in position with my tits in his eye line. I swear, as I moved back around the table afterwards there was a noticeable bulge in his trousers! Over the last few months he has become a pro at hiding it from me – even though I’ve told him on multiple occasions that it’s not something to be embarrassed about – and that it turns me on!

As the day went on he remained pretty quiet and shy, but that was nothing new. Still, I constantly had that familiar feeling that he found it almost impossible to take his eyes off my tits. I asked him something about one of the presentation boards at one point and he didn’t answer. I looked to my left and his eyes were firmly on me. “Excuse me? Are you distracted by something?” I asked him. “Sorry, sorry, sorry” he mumbled looking so very embarrassed…

I moved around to face him and rested my hand on his arm. He looked at me and said nothing. I kissed him on the cheek before giving him a lingering kiss on the lips.

“You’ve been turned on all day haven’t you?” I asked him.
“Yes” he said shyly.
“Have you followed my instructions yet?”
He looked embarrassed. “No I haven’t been able…”
I cut him off and squeezed the bulge in his trousers. He was rock hard. “If you had, you could lay me on that table right now and fuck me.”
“Yes” he said in a soft voice.
I started stroking his bulge and I could feel everything. “I’m the only person you’ve ever fucked. You need to fuck someone else”
“Yes” he said again.
As I rubbed his trousers, teasing and playing with his cock I could feel it throb. I half expected him to cum in his trousers.
“Maybe I should get down on my knees and take your lovely cock in my mouth. Suck you off… Taste you.”
“Yes please. I’d love that”
“I bet you fucking would. I can feel how hard your dick is. I know how much you want me.” I squeezed his bulge again.
“Yes, I want you so fucking much” he said slightly under his breath.
I moved my hand away “Then you know what you need to do don’t you?”
He looked at me “I need to fuck someone else. To get experience.”
I squeezed his bulge hard and he moaned – a sexy moan. “That’s right Robbie…”

With that I moved away from him and walked back around the table and continued to look at and discuss the work with him. For the remainder of the day I made sure he had an eyeful of cleavage, and his bulge… well, it barely went away…

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