Being super bad to get a second spanking

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Handjob while driving - repeat in future

My guy reminisced about my giving him a handjob while driving him to the airport.

"I enjoyed it so much. Can we do it again?" he asked me.
"We can when road conditions are good and you're back," I replied.
"I love when you make me so dopey," he admitted.
"I love it, too," I replied.

He's my sweet horny guy.

Attractive manager, and handjobs and blowjobs

I have a love-hate relationship with my current job position. I love training folks and working with students. I like research. I dislike incompetence and my huge workload. That's nothing new.

I was talking about it with my guy. We both don't exactly like the company's direction. We just grin and bear it.

My guy still urges me to continue finding employment elsewhere. I pointed out that I have not had a standard-of-living raise within the last two years. I have not received a bonus within the last three years.

I am currently dealing with a new project manager who thinks that she knows everything. Yet, she chimes into e-mails, which is irrelevant and adds more grief than necessary. She then flips it around to indicate that I seem unclear. Whatever. The proof is within the e-mail transcript that she is delusional.

She has set up a meeting for me to step through two documents for a final review with folks. I find it a waste of time, as we went through a first round of reviews. She can step people through it. After all, it's her meeting. I don't need to be there to walk folks through documents. People can read. She can handle this walk-through exercise, since she knows everything. Yes, read that last sentence with sarcasm.

She is a horrible communicator. I don't know where we get such incompetent project managers. Naturally, my manager just sits there and does nothing. It's probably because I have been handling everything well on my own.

Anyway, my guy and I had this chat about the situation.

"I think that it's great that you are looking for employment, as not getting any salary raise is not ideal," he sympathized.
"Yes, I haven't stopped. I just haven't found the right job," I noted.
"Fair enough. Once you find an attractive job, you can make your move," he agreed.
"If you were my attractive manager, I would definitely work for you. You'd have a job for me. A hand job, at least," I said.
"If I were your manager, we'd be doing a ton of jobs, like handjobs and blowjobs," he said.

It's nice when we incorporate some teasing and role-playing into our serious conversations.

Dopey conversation at the office

My guy told me what had happened to him once he got back to the office. We had just had lunch and I had given him a handjob afterwards.

"I met your colleague's husband when I picked up my new laptop," he said.
"Yes. How did it go?" I asked him.
"I was so dopey that I was talking slowly and he problem thought I was high on weed," he recounted.
"I'm glad that I did a good job. He probably thought that you were tired," I noted.
"I hope so. I was dopey. I probably didn't make much sense. I didn't want to talk," he replied.
"You still had cum on your black slacks, right?" I recalled.
"I did. Luckily, my coat was long enough to hide it," he said.

I love when he's dopey.

Dopey guy and weed

It's nice when my guy is dopey after he has ejaculated. It's fun talking to him.

"Now that weed is legalized, remember not to use your credit card to purchase it. Otherwise, you may not be able to travel for work," I told him.
"Oh, that's bad," he said in a boyish tone.
"I love when you're dopey!" I said, sweetly kissing his face.

He's such a sweet guy. He continued smiling at me.

A handjob after lunch

After my guy and I had finished lunch, we decided to spend some time in my car. It was my time of the month, so I said that I'd be focusing on him.

We sat in the front seats of my car. I got to caress my guy's perfectly uniform, attractive head.

"May I kiss you?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said with a smile.

We kissed. Our kisses are far more passionate and beautiful when we have been longing to see each other.

"I loved that," my guy said to me after we unlocked lips.
"That was nice," I said, smiling at him.

We kissed some more. My guy was getting horny. He let his hard member out of my black slacks. I had missed seeing and playing with it.

I immediately gave him a handjob. I told him that I missed it being warm outside. It was much easier for me to wear a short skirt with no underwear and have him play with me.

My guy loved that visual. Moments later, he ejaculated. There was a lot of cum on my hand and on his slacks.

Yep, we certainly had missed each other.

Driving and a handjob

Last Saturday, I wanted to drive my guy to the airport. We got in my car and I started to pull out of the parking lot at work.

We held hands. He guided his hand to his crotch.

"You're hard," I remarked.
"I am," he admitted.

After caressing his hard member, he couldn't stand it any longer. He released his erect penis for me to touch.

Here is a first. I was driving and playing with his stick shift. I don't recommend it if you can't drive with one hand. However, my doing manual car lessons in the past have helped here.

He was enjoying it. We did have a bit of an obstacle along the way.

"There's a bus. We can't have passengers see your hard cock. We'll need to put your penis away," I pointed out.
"Okay," he said, highly aroused.

I was stopped at the light. The bus was a couple of lanes to my right. We were at the stop line together. I looked down and over. My guy had clasped his hands together, with his member's head sticking out, but camouflaged nicely.

"It looks like you have an extra big thumb," I said, impressed.
"Yes," he said.

I turned left. I continued driving and jerking him off.

"You like when I jerk you off any time that you want me to, right?" I asked him.
"Yes, I do," he said.
"You'd like to f*ck me anywhere. You know that I like when you do," I said.

My guy came pretty fast. It was impressive. I pointed to my car's glove compartment. He got some napkins and we both cleaned up. All these events happened before we got to the departures level of the airport.

He was dopey. I could tell that he enjoyed this moment. I liked it, too. I did it all safely, without even looking at his cock while jerking him off. It was fun and different, but I can't see doing it all the time.

Reaching over to give a handjob

I reached over to find my guy's crotch. As expected, he was hard. I stroked his member in his jeans.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs. I got to hold and play with his extremely erect penis.

I gave him a handjob. He envisioned me being there all the time for his pleasure.

He loved the thought so much that he came. Cum came out like a fountain. He was happy and dopey. I was already in dopey mode, so we were a matching couple.

I like when I make him ejaculate. Mission accomplished.

Handjob and cleaning

While cuddling, my guy asked me a question.

"Where's the handjob that you promised me?" he asked.
"I'm ready," I said, moving my hand down to his erect member. "You are, too."

He pulled down his boxer briefs. I was happy to wrap my hand around his hard cock and started jerking him off.

"Do you like to be with bad girls like me?" I asked him.
"Yes, a lot," he replied.
"If we were on your flight home, you could f*ck me from behind in the bathroom, right?" I asked.
"Definitely. We would fit just fine and we would cum together," he said.
"If we were in the taxi from the airport to the hotel, you would f*ck me in the backseat, wouldn't you?" I asked.
"For sure. I'd love it," he said.

Moments later, he ejaculated all over my hand. I get great satisfaction making him cum.

"I'm going to get a towel. Don't move," I said, which made him laugh.

The best part of being in a hotel room is cleaning up with clean towels. It's definitely better than having paper towel in the car. I cleaned up the cum and then returned to cuddling up next to him.

Missing handjobs and spankings

My guy and I had this conversation the other day:

"I wish that I had more time when I saw you at the office," he admitted.
"I know. You had more time than you normally do, though," I pointed out.
"True. I wish that you could have given me a handjob," he said.
"I can when you are back. I wish that you could have spanked me before boarding," I replied.
"I'll fix all that when I'm back. I miss you, bad girl," he said, definitively.
"I love when you say that I'm your bad girl," I noted.

I can picture him smiling on the other end of our call. I love knowing that I'm getting a spanking soon.

Purple nail polish and lust on my guy's part

On Monday, my guy looked at my left hand and reached out to hold it in his. He loves looking at my nails.

"I love the purple nail polish that you have on. Your nails always look perfect to me," he said.
"Thanks, sweetie," I replied, accepting his compliment.

On Friday, as I was driving home from work, he called me. He is doing well in Cairo, but misses me. The feeling is definitely mutual.

"I keep thinking about your freshly manicured nails," he admitted.
"You're being sweet," I replied.
"I really like that colour. I wish that your hands with your nice manicure would give me a handjob," he noted.
"When you're back home in two weeks, I'd be happy to give you one and more," I replied.

He was happy. I was, too.

Handjob

I enjoy giving my guy a handjob. I did it over the weekend.

"I often picture being bent over a boardroom table by you," I said, holding his erect cock in my hand.
"Yes," he said.
"I'm wearing a tight blouse and a short black skirt that barely covers my butt. My legs are bare," I noticed.
"I love that," he said, getting more aroused.
"Do you love f*cking slutty girls?" I asked him, which got him extremely horny.
"I love f*cking a cute Chinese girl," he confessed.
"You can all day long, you know," I hinted.

My guy came a lot. His cum ran down his cock and coated my hand. He was happy. I was, too.

Dopey guy calls the helpdesk

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A handjob at the office

Before I got to the office on Wednesday night, I asked where my guy would be. He pointed out the floor, and advised to turn left when I walk out of the elevator, and then turn right to find the meeting room.

I did just that. There was no meeting room given those instructions. It then occurred to me that my guy is directionally challenged, which explained everything.

I circled the entire floor. I finally found a room that had lighting. It helped that we were in the office just after 20:00. I opened the door and walked in.

"I couldn't find this room, so I walked the entire floor," I said to him.
"I know. I got confused," he admitted, smiling.

He got up and walked over to me. We embraced. I had my badge in one hand and my cell phone in the other as I hugged him. He had his right hand groping my left buttock, which made me happy. It was a good minute being in his arms. I could feel his hard member against my crotch.

I took off my jacket after our intimate hug. I sat next to him and cuddled up against him. He was wearing a navy blue wool sweater and a nice pair of dark grey slacks.

He was hard and horny. He undid his belt, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. His boxer briefs also came down. I wrapped my hand around his erect penis. It had been a while since I last did so.

I gave him a handjob. He was happy to see my peach polish on my fingernails. He was turned on.

I pulled out my phone and found the photo that he had taken of us a month ago. It was my spanked red butt with his hard cock in me when we had anal sex. Within seconds of my guy seeing that photo, he came all over my hand. Some cum had dripped onto the chair.

He was extremely dopey afterwards. It was another sign that he missed me a ton and that I did a good job with making him ejaculate.

I went to our lunchroom to clean up. I got some paper towels to bring back to our room and clean my guy up.

He was so happy. I tenderly kissed him a few times. I then hugged him for a bit.

When my guy was ready, we worked on calling the helpdesk to get his password reset. I love our priorities.

Watching Fifty Shades Freed and playing with each other

My guy knows how much of a fan I am of the Fifty Shades movie series. He knows that I can't wait to see the third and final flick.

"Are you going to play with yourself when you watch it?" he teased.
"If you were sitting next to me, I'd like you to play with me," I replied.
"If that's the case, we'd have to sit at the back of the theatre. I'd love to do that," he replied.
"I'd enjoy giving you a handjob in the dark, too," I said.
"You're such a bad girl. I can't wait to spank you hard," he insisted.

I would have to had watched the movie at least once before we give this scenario a try!

Boots, orgasms, and ejaculation in a cozy hotel room

I recently stayed at a hotel in my guy's town for a couple of nights. On the second night, he texted me to ask whether I was back at the hotel. I was.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, he came over. We both agreed that it was nice to be in the same town.

He knocked on the door. I opened it.

"I'm breaking in my new shoes," I said.
"Wow, they're nice," he said, looking down at them.
"They are high-top moccasins. I got them for $18 and they are leather," I said happily.
"That's great!" he said, sharing my savings high with me.

We embraced. I love a good hug from him. I had my cold-shoulder tunic top. This time, I didn't wear anything underneath. Instead, it looked like a super-short dress on me. He approved. He also love how thin and smooth the fabric of my top felt.

We eventually moved over to the loveseat.

"Did you want another spanking?" he asked me.
"My butt is still sore from the one you gave me yesterday," I admitted.
"Good. It just proves that you're a bad girl. I won't spank you today," he noted.

Instead, we cuddled and kissed for a bit. He then played with me, moving his hand under my black lacy panties, and fingering both my wet pussy and butthole. Moments later, I came.

He let me rest for a bit. I kissed him. He loved that. We then repeated the cycle.

He went to clean up and returned, sitting next to me. I caressed his member in his pants. It kept on getting so large that my guy had to let it out for me to continue playing with it. Sure enough, my guy ejaculated all over my hand.

It was my turn to clean up.

I love evenings like this one, especially when there is a deep freeze happening outside. It's warm and cozy being with someone special.

Treehouse time and a handjob

I reached over to my guy's crotch area. I felt his wallet.

"Your cock is rectangular these days," I teased, which made him laugh.
"You're almost there," he noted.

Being dopey from a wonderful orgasm and a hard spanking will do that to a girl.

I found his erect penis and started to stroke it. My guy was so turned on that he immediately brought his member out for me to hold and caress.

I kissed its head first and then the shaft. His cock was responsive, which I always enjoy.

My guy wanted a handjob, so I went to work. He brought his phone out and we watched a video of a woman being taken from behind by a man.

"That's me," I noted. "I need to get a garter belt like hers."
"That would be nice. I would like that a lot," he replied.

My guy came hard. His cum coated my entire hand and ran onto his thigh. I referred to his cum as being warm hand lotion. There was a lot of it, which I haven't witnessed in a long time.

He was dopey for the longest time. I kissed him on the cheek as we both cuddled.

"I love when you kiss me like that," he noted.
"You're nice to kiss," I replied.

Treehouse time is always a treat with him.

A handjob and gear-shifting fun

My guy was horny after kissing and pleasuring me in the car. I looked down at his crotch. Yep, his penis was erect.

I went over to caress it. We had four minutes left before I had to take him to the airport. He freed his hard cock from his pants and briefs, and I gave my guy a handjob.

He loved seeing my hand wrapped around his erect member. I had light pink nail polish on, which drove him crazy. Moments later, he came.

Naturally, we cleaned up.

"I am always amazed at how smooth your head is," I remarked, touching his cock's head with my thumb.
"I like when you caress it that way," my guy said.

I then proceeded to pretend that his cock was a gear shifter. We both laughed.

"We are late by twenty minutes!" he remarked.
"It's all your fault," I said, smiling at him.
"It's always worth it when I am with you," he admitted.

It's nice when he is dopey and mushy.

Fun step pleasuring and exciting my guy

It's always wonderful pleasuring my guy. Last weekend, in our hotel room, he was completely naked, minus his socks that I noticed later on.

It's practically instinctual for me to wrap my hand around his hard member and jerk him off. He loves the look of my hand around it. I had berry-coloured nail polish on.

"Kiss me," he said.

I did. He gets more excited when I do.

He also loves my shoulders. He pulled down my t-shirt, exposing my right shoulder. He looked at the colour of my bra strap.

"You're wearing a black bra," he said.

His excitement went into overdrive. He loves a black bra and panties on me, which was exactly what I was wearing. At this point, I just had the former on.

Moments later, he came. We kissed, embraced, chatted, and then cleaned up.

I am always content when he ejaculates. Naturally, he is, too.

Dreaming of a library and the fountain of cum

I had a couple of vivid dreams last night. The first one had me in an elaborate library, trying to renew my library card.

It's interesting that it wasn't my first time dreaming about being in such a setting. I will need to do a bit of research to figure out what all this symbolism means in a dream.

I also dreamt of giving my guy a handjob. His juices flowed down his erect cock as if it were some sort of fountain. Yes, the fountain of cum!

Again, I can only speculate that I miss my guy and I want to be near his fountain of cum.