I felt Ian slam his hips forward as he shoved his cock deep into me. “Yeah,” he said as he talked to one of our bosses from the corporate office. “Making final preparations, now,” he said as I felt his cum shoot into me.

I was his cum dumpster, nothing more, nothing less. He had a wife that he loved and cared for; all I was to him was a way to dump excess cum, or if he felt horny while at work.

Ian gave my ass a playful slap as he was finished. “I am looking forward to it too,” he said as he hung up. “Thanks,” he smiled as I pulled my skirt down.

I couldn’t say that anymore as today was Ian’s last day in this office. He had been promoted and would be heading for the corporate main office in Atlanta.

The good news was that I was taking his place. I got the promotion, and I was happy about the new pay raise.

Luke and I had finally got a divorce, and I was a single woman, which I loved. I no longer felt any guilt about being Ian’s cum whore, dumpster, or whatever he wanted to call me.

“So,” I said as I straightened myself out.

We had been working together for many years, and saying goodbye to him now was hard. We had started together and progressed through the company together.

Ian and Luke had once been friends, but after everything, it was time for them to separate.

“Do you know who my assistant will be?” I asked as I sat in his chair.

“Already putting your feet up and taking over,” Ian smiled.

“Well, I would put my feet up, but someone made a mess, and I will have to go get cleaned up soon,” I teased.

“You will find some other busty assistant to dump a load or two in,” I shrugged.

Ian was a handsome man, and I was happy that he had found a wife, I didn’t like that she wasn’t taking care of business at home. I had met her, and she was very snobby. She thought she was too good for everyone, but that was Ian’s taste. He always loved the high-maintenance women.

“Doubt I will find any that have your assets,” he said as he leaned over and pulled on my top so he could see my breasts.

“I can send you daily pictures of them,” I smiled as he admired my huge breasts.

“Until you find someone, of course,” I stared at him.

“Absolutely,” Ian picked up his things. “I heard he is young, wet behind the ears,” he winked as he left the office.

“Great,” I turned my attention back to the monitor.

I was happy Ian had sorted out some of the things. So, it was an easy transition.

“Dammit,” I said as I felt uncomfortable, I loved being Ian’s cum dumpster, but sometimes it got in the way of work.

Luckily, we had a complete facility, so I got my change of clothes and went downstairs to the women’s lockers.

After a nice hot shower, I felt good as new. I usually bring two, sometimes three, undergarments and two shirts. Ian loved to fuck my tits sometimes when he was stressed.

‘I am going to miss him,’ I thought as I returned to the primary office.

“He is here,” one of the secretaries said as she pointed out a young man waiting near my office.

“Let’s get this over with,” I smiled as I approached him.

“Damn you are a tall one,” I couldn’t stop myself.

Ian was a good six foot seven inches tall; this young man was taller than him.

He had broad shoulders and looked like he could bench-press me.

We went into my office and immediately hit it off. He knew more about computers than I did, but his leadership skills needed work.

Neal jumped right into it. No messing around, no light chatter; he was a go-getter. That was how Ian and I were when we started.

When I got home, I soaked in the tub with my favorite bubbles and a glass of wine, melting the day away.

I took a picture of my tits slightly covered with bubbles to Ian and then relaxed.

‘How is the new guy?’ Ian responded.

‘Just like you like them,’ Ian said.

It was true. Things had changed in the past five months.

Before, I used to love short men or men of my height. Luke was near my height. The other thing I had become was a true cum slut. I loved the feeling of it. I even bought toys that could pump the fake cum into me.

Also, no more average cocks, I was what Ian playfully called me a size queen. I had a few men online that would send me dick picks nearly daily.

‘So, when are you going to train him?’ Ian asked.

‘I think he is doing well independently; he doesn’t need much training.’ I sipped my wine.

‘I doubt he will be interested,’ I got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around me as I sat on my bed and combed my hair.

‘He is a young man with a woman as a boss,’ Ian replied. ‘He is interested. Might have to poke the bear as they say.’

The Work Wife; Part Two: The New Assistant

Ian gets a promotion, which leaves an opening. With her new promotion, she needs a new assistant.

I felt Ian slam his hips forward as he shoved his cock deep into me. “Yeah,” he said as he talked to one of our bosses from the corporate office. “Making final preparations, now,” he said as I felt his cum shoot into me.



The Work Wife; Part Two: The New Assistant

Ian gets a promotion, which leaves an opening. With her new promotion, she needs a new assistant.

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