sex with your employee

[GRITS]

Originally Posted by camoj

You mean like having sex with in-laws etc yeah

They don't pay my bills...............

[~*ghetto_star*~]

This type of situation would usually be a super hot and super taboo experience but the consequences are nuclear if and/or when they happen.

So it's not worth it, either as the employer or the employee.


(stories, vids and pics are still fun tho!)

[Windsorm]

Getting a new job or a new employee is a lot easier than getting a new family.

Other countries can be more relaxed about relationships inside the company than the US. I met my previous gf when she started working for me. We had a wonderful 4.5 years relationship that long outlasted her employment.

[camoj]

Originally Posted by GRITS

They don't pay my bills...............

I guess it's all a matter of perspective.

I was a contract worker with no problem paying my bills and an abundance of work available. Years later I still work for the same company (she doesn't any more) and the owner of the company and me are close (he enjoys seeing the pictures and hearing the stories a great deal).

I envisage much greater life problems caused by a falling out with family members if I'd been having extracurricular activities with them. Each to their own.

[nigbo]

I have had a few offers over the years from employees offering their 'services' - as the Boss, I always declined - too much hassle.
One young attractive employee in her early 20s I employed as a lab technician, with a view to progressing into being a sales rep - offered me a lift home when I left the company and my company car was no longer available.
When we got back to my house, she came in for a coffee & started talking about her very active sex life and asked outright if I wanted to participate. As tempting as it was, I declined - saying I have daughters your age.

About 10 years later, I had lunch with a few of the other guys from that company. Her name was mentioned & she had gone into sales as a rep - but they added her sales technique was most unusual. When technicians with her were performing trials to prove products worked to the customers company, she was performing herself with the decision maker. Turns out she was a nymphomaniac who got paid for enjoying her 'hobby' and got lots of sales! Win win for all concerned.
I commented to the guys - it wasn't in my sales manual for teaching how to sell.

Sadly a few years later I learned she had died quite young (36) from cervical cancer.

[GRITS]

Originally Posted by camoj

I guess it's all a matter of perspective.

I was a contract worker with no problem paying my bills and an abundance of work available. Years later I still work for the same company (she doesn't any more) and the owner of the company and me are close (he enjoys seeing the pictures and hearing the stories a great deal).

I envisage much greater life problems caused by a falling out with family members if I'd been having extracurricular activities with them. Each to their own.

Our in laws situation is NOT family blood sex.....its just wife swapping and all agreeable....... there will never be a LAWSUIT claiming sexual harrassment..... get it??

Do what you like, but If you feel it necessary to have sex w co workers.....good luck.........in court!!

[camoj]

Originally Posted by GRITS

Our in laws situation is NOT family blood sex.....its just wife swapping and all agreeable....... there will never be a LAWSUIT claiming sexual harrassment..... get it??

Do what you like, but If you feel it necessary to have sex w co workers.....good luck.........in court!!

1) I'm not in the US so I don't need to worry about frivolous law suits
2) Consensual sex with someone I happened to work with is neither illegal or uncommon
3) Having a falling out with her was never going to create an uncomfortable situation at a family gathering

Get it?

[Fredox2]

I've posted this before, but it is apropos this thread.

It was the mid 80’s. My office suite was located alone off of a corridor, distant from all of the sales and operations offices at the hotel at which I was the Managing Director. From the hallway one entered first a large reception area at the back of which were two doorways on the same wall: one led to my office, the other to that of my secretary, Thelma. There was a connecting door at the front of my office that allowed Thelma to enter my office directly without going into the reception area. That door was normally left open. Within my office on the opposite was was a private restroom and a third door, unmarked and always locked, which led directly to a mezzanine level lobby area.

Thelma was a striking woman with a smooth russet, reddish brown skin, hair that was a shining piano black and a spot on sense of style that complemented her coloring and took advantage of her long legs and large breasts. I think it was probably a fair be that her salary was spent largely on fashion and that she and her husband lived on his income. Already tall, she always wore heels, and literally turned heads when she walked across the hotel lobby. It would be hard to not look at Thelma.

As the Managing Director’s secretary, she was somewhat apart from the other employees. Not herself their supervisor, she nonetheless was also not just another secretary, and was treated somewhat deferentially by virtually of the other non-supervisory employees. As a result of working to my schedule, and because of my work habits, she commonly went to lunch well after people with whom she might have lunched had already returned to work, and she frequently left well after the other offices were closed. It was her habit before she went to lunch and before leaving for the day to step into my office and adjust her hair and makeup in the mirror in my bathroom, and to let me know she was leaving.

After working with her for several months we had become quite friendly and had something of a light teasing relationship on a personal level. I thought nothing of it when she knocked on my door and came into my office one evening and told me that she had checked that the receptionist had left and the outer office door was locked. She stood by the window looking at her own reflection in the glass as she commented that she needed to have something done about the dress she was wearing because it kept twisting all day long.

I can still see it very clearly in my minds eye: she was wearing a light blue wrap dress with a deep V neckline which she was attempting to “re-center”. She turned from the window and facing me asked if it was straight. Now, discretion has never been my strongest trait, and she was asking a question that basically meant I had to look straight at her boobs, I replied that it was hard to tell since I was having trouble focusing on the dress.

She said, “You’re no help” ,and turned slightly away from me and while saying that she had to re-tie it, began to untie the dress. That was a first on almost any level. While she wasn’t getting undressed, she was essentially getting close to that. And while we joked with each other, got along well, and genuinely liked each other nothing had passed between us that was highly personal let alone could remotely be called sexual. Having admired her long legs, gorgeous face and high, large breasts for months, I was excited by her actions, even if the meant nothing and would go nowhere.

Now having turned so that she was facing away from me, she completed untying the dress and as she pulled the two sides forward and to her sides, looked back over her shoulder and said, “I hope you don’t mind. I just hated the way it looked.” I replied that I didn’t mind at all, and then with a little laugh said, “Hell, you’re right. It looked terrible. You should just leave it off!”

She laughed and said something about me not getting much work done, and then simultaneously wrapped the two sides of the dress as she whirled around to face me. In the process I caught just the briefest glimpse of a lacy white bra and her flat belly. Nice treat, I thought, and sexy as hell because it was so out of place. As she was still trying to get the dress adjusted before re-tying it, she was now facing me, although exposing nothing.

I said, “Nice!”, and she said, “You like this dress?” I answered that I actually thought the dress was pretty, “But I was referring to the pst of what I just saw!”

Just as though she was discussing a pair of shoes, she said, “I like to know that I have on my sexy things under my clothes, no matter how I’m dressed. I shouldn’t show you this.”

And then she opened her dress completely as she stood facing me about 4 feet away. I could now see that her bra was virtually sheer, sewing off her dark nipples and the reddish tan skin of her breasts through the white lacy fabric. Her slip hid her below the waist, but I was seeing more than I had hoped for. As she held the two sides of the dress away from her body I was just breathless. And what little discretion had remained with regard to my employee not completely left me.

“My God, Thelma, I‘ve been admiring your figure for months, but I didn’t realize how gorgeous and huge your tits are. I’d give my left arm to feel them.”

She titled her head and gave me a kind of ‘it’s no big deal’ shrug as she said, “You can feel them if you want.” I got up and walked around behind her so that I could cup them in my hands and feel them. I was holding her from behind, and at that point by very rigid cock was pressed into her ass. After a few seconds, she reach up and took my hands, pulling them away form her tits, and turning to face me said, “OK, that’s enough feeling. It is nice lingerie, though, isn’t it?”

I said, “Sorry. I was carried away. And yeah, nice lingerie. Do the panties match?”

She laughed, and said, “Man, you guys are all alike. You don’t want to know if they match, you want to see them on me!”

“Well, not really. I’d prefer to see them lying on the floor next to the bra and slip. But I’d settle for seeing them on you.”

With a very business like tone, she said, “Well, I’m not gonna just hike up my slip.” And with that she let the dress slip off her shoulders and carefully d****d it across the couch, and then pushed the slip down over her hips and stepped out of it, placing it with the dress. She turned back to face me and stepped to within arms length and with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face, and said, “There. Is that what you wanted to see?”

I stepped back to be able to take in the view better and really almost couldn’t breathe. I was faced with a tall, beautiful woman dressed only in a sheet bra, sheer very brief panties, thigh high stockings and high heels. He large tits, slim waist and full hips were a wet dream all their own.Added to what seemed like the miracle of seeing her like this, her neatly shaved pussy was, in the 1980’s, a rare thing indeed. The juxtaposition of our professional relationship, her incredibly sexy actions and her body and appearance was just the stuff of fantasy.

"God, you are gorgeous. I know you know this, but I can see your tits and your pussy almost like you were nude, and I can’t tell you how exciting that is. Fuck you are making me so hard!”

She turned, placing an arm under her tits, and then a hand behind her back as she arched her back, moving from pose to pose as she showed herself off to me. As I reached out a hand to cup one of her tits, and then moved the other to ass, she turned very deliberately so that my hand came to her pussy. I turned my hand so that my fingers pointed down and then curved them down and between her legs, cupping her pussy in my hand. I moved my hand to slip it under her panties and said, “I want to finger fuck you.”

She spun away and said, “No, you want to fuck me. But I think we probably should quit now.” With the she moved to her clothes and stepped into her slip before putting her dress back on. As she was adjusting it (again!) she said that it had been fun, and then pointed to my very hard cock and said, “You going to be OK?”

Decorum between employer and employee was at that point all gone, and I was just functioning as a horny male with no discretion whatever. I looked in her eyes and said, “Actually after you leave I’m going to take off my clothes, grab the bottle of hand lotion from the bathroom, sit down on the couch, and pretend that my slippery hand is your pussy while I jack off. Then I’ll be OK.”

All she said was, “You don’t have to wait. But I don’t have too much time, so hurry up.”

Sitting on the couch, getting ready to jack off in front of my secretary was just incredible. As I undressed she sat next to me and ran her hands over me, everywhere except my cock, while being encouraging. She squeezed my thigh and slid her hand up until she just brushed my balls and said quietly “I want you to feel good. Did you like looking at me? Do you want to see me while you jack off?”

I told her I did, and she stood up, untied the dress and dropped it and her slip on the floor. I was slowly stroking, never more than a second away from coming, and wanting to make it last as I looked at her in her sheer underwear. She sat back down next to me and said, “De you want to feel me? Will that make it better for you?” I reached up to her tits and then slid my hand down between her legs.

“God, I can’t believe you letting me feel your pussy while I jack off. I have to slow down and make this last. “

AS she leaned her face near mine she said, “I want you to feel really good. Does this feel good?” as she rubbed my balls.

I groaned something to her and then said, “Thelma you’ve got to let me fuck you. I have to come in your c*nt.”

“Not tonight.” And with that she leaned forward and swallowed my cock. I held her head and bucked into her face as I came.

After a few seconds of recovering, and as I recall, alternating between thanking her and expressing my amazement, I told her that I guessed we should get dressed and go home. To my delight she said just said, “In a minute. I want to show you something first.” With that she stood up and removed her bra and panties, sat back on the couch and spread her legs, and said, “Next time I’m going to fuck you.”

[kajuk]

here is another story I wrote a few years ago about this very subject.

https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/sho...3&postcount=11

[GRITS]

Originally Posted by camoj

1) I'm not in the US so I don't need to worry about frivolous law suits
2) Consensual sex with someone I happened to work with is neither illegal or uncommon
3) Having a falling out with her was never going to create an uncomfortable situation at a family gathering

Get it?

If its in another country then the US....so be it.......here it is a crap shoot as to if she is using you for the sexual harassment lawsuit for her retirement account..