It had been a tough year for me and my fiancé Andrew. He had lost his job and along the way I had miscarriage. However when he got a new job things began to look a lot more optimistic for us. Things were finally getting back on track. So one Saturday I spent a day pampering myself whilst he was out at the football with his mates. As it was an away match he would be coming back on Monday. So to give him something to look forward to I decided to go the whole way. I got my hair done in the morning before having a pedicure and manicure. Then I got a spray tan to brighten up my winter blues. Finally after several hours of indulgence I topped it all off with a shopping spree, getting some new smart clothes for work and some other items. Then you know how you have those “spur of the moment” decisions? Well I was walking down the high street when I saw a shop doing tattoos and piercing. After looking at their work in the window I decided to go in. The shop was clean and nice and I found myself drawn to the piercing. It only took me a few seconds to decide on going for a nipple piercing. I am a 34c but with smallish (10p coin sized nipples), but I thought and convinced myself that it was something that would complete my self indulgence for the day. My fiancée had always hankered after me to get them done and I felt good to have one. It only took a short amount of time and wasn’t too painful. Anyway I went home and spent the rest of the weekend readying myself for Andrew’s return. On Monday I had work and as I walked in I realised very quickly that there was a drawback to my decision to have a piercing. As soon as I walked into the air conditioned office I was greeted firstly by a rush of cold air and secondly by the guys in the warehouse cheering me and making comments about my “Bruce Lee’s” (Hard nips). I didn’t mind too much, as the acknowledgement was pleasant, and to be honest it gave me a massive ego boost. Nevertheless after smiling and chatting at the guys who had bothered to make eye contact with me, I went upstairs to my desk and got to work. I have been working there for 3 years now and really enjoy myself, particularly recently, as it gives me a chance to hide away from the misery at home. I also have a fantastic boss, Paul, who is only a couple of years, my senior. We previously had an attraction to one another before I met Andrew, and from time to time we flirt through office emails and texts. Occasionally we might have a brush against each other in the corridor; however, I have remained loyal to Andrew. After his morning meeting Paul came over to me at my desk. I could see what his eyes were glued to. “Having a good look there?” I giggled at him. The flirting continued on a similar vein throughout the day and I was loving it. It was nice to feel appreciated, and noticed. As the day drew to a close I left my desk and hoped in my car. After driving home I noticed a message on my answer phone. Paul had called to say that I had left my mobile at work and that he would be there for the next hour should I want to drop by to collect it. Andrew was due back tonight and would be contacting me via the mobile I made the decision to got back and collect. I entered the empty office and went up to my desk. As I passed the boardroom I noticed Paul in there working through some paperwork. “I thought you might turn up” he smiled. “Well that’s confident of you” I said. “I thought you liked confident men.” he replied. I did, I adored him in particular. “You see Claire there’s been one thing bugging me all day.” He began. I knew what it was, but decided to play along. “Oh really, I wonder what that was”. I replied. “I’ve never seen a pierced nipple. Would you mind showing me?” I thought for a split second before giggling and muttering under my breath “what have you let yourself in for?” I quickly opened the door and looked up the corridor to see if anyone was going to disturb us. Then I turned to Paul and lifted my top off over my head. Paul indicated with his eyes for me to remove my bra. I duly obliged by unfastening the clasp before puling my hands around and cupping them over my tits and holding my bra to my chest. Paul’s face was a picture of unrestrained frustration, finally after all these years he was going to catch a sight of something he had dreamed of. I giggled allowing my hands to drop along with the bra and revealed my pierced nipple to him. He almost had to pick his jaw off the floor! “Is it sensitive” he asked. “I don’t know, Andrew hasn’t tried them yet” I replied. “Mind if I’m the first?” he eagerly responded. Now I was in a situation. I loved Andrew dearly, and after all we had been through he needed me there. But I was standing topless in my boardroom with my very handsome boss glaring at my tits. “Sure” I said. I walked over to Paul and placed my hands on his shoulders. He closed his eyes as he gently began to flick his tongue over my nipples. He softly tugged at them with his lips and they responded by getting harder still. I could feel Paul tugging at the top of my skirt and beginning to pull it to the floor. I was unable to stop him, as I let out a soft moan of pleasure. I stepped out of my skirt that had accumulated around my heals and allowed Paul to tug off my thong. There was no hiding my complete enjoyment of the situation. Paul then stood up and turned me around, bending me over the desk. Slowly he edged his hard fat cock into my moist pussy. My lips were so sensitive they felt every ridge and vein as it squeezed into me. It felt like an eternity as he slid his entire length into me, I felt his balls nudge my lips. He then edged out a little before ramming into me. I moaned as he began to build up speed. My moist pussy was lubricating his pick so well that it was sliding in effortlessly. I began to cry out as he kissed my shoulders “God you’re good, god you’re so fucking good” I cried to him. Paul responded by sliding into me harder. “How do you want me to fuck you” he shouted at me. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am” I moaned out. “Who’s a slut” he cried at me. “I am, I am, I am. I’m the biggest and best slut there is”, I obediently replied. Paul then pulled out wiping his cock clean down my thigh leaving a sticky trail. He turned me around before laying me on the cold hard table. I opened my legs for him. He then held his cock and rested the head of it on my clit and began to stroke it between my lips, they were so moist, and it was such a giveaway I was too turned on. He then eased his way into me, and I felt myself take his full length. He slowly built up speed ramming into me, my tits rolled all over my chest. I was gasping for breath when I felt his veins bulge inside me. I started to let out a moan as I came on his shaft before I suddenly realised he was cuming into me. A huge wave of it rushed into me, I squeezed my pussy tight around his cock keen to keep him inside me. After a short while he pulled out leaving me motionless over the table. I exhaustively picked myself off the table and stood up, cum slowly running down my leg s. He smiled at me before kissing me softly. “Did you want to make a go of things with me?” he said whilst still supporting a semi. I smiled at him before agreeing to. As I did this my phone began to vibrate on the table – it was Andrew. “Fuck” I screamed, as Paul began to laugh. I didn’t answer the phone and I am delighted to say that now I have a third, much bigger, bump along with my pierced 34c’s, as Paul and me are expecting Kyla Jane in a few weeks.