Sleepover

Tonight I am staying at my boss's house.. Something weird is going on with me, too. When that wolf walked into the kitchen, I went from being scared to weirdly comfortable around it. Also, that wolf looked a lot like the one at work, and I totally forgot that I didn't tell him about that. I did not do the way I actually intended to. Now that he knew, he looked sadder than shocked, like maybe he'd known and was hoping no one else had seen what happened. I would almost think the wolf attacked him with how much blood was on him; it just barely grazed him, and he was in shock, just like I was. The fact that he didn't get eaten by the wolf or that the guy the wolf was chasing didn't find him is impressive to me; he is fortunate. As we finish talking about work and what happened, he grabs both our plates from dinner, rinses them, and puts them in the sink —not something I see many men do. He walks me through the house, which is vast and eerily empty, and as we get to the stairwell, I swear I see someone walk by. It must be my imagination, though, because when I look back, there is nobody there. I keep following him up the stairs, and when we reach the top, there is a whole other house up here. I did not expect it to be like this.

There are multiple rooms, including another living room, with a full kitchen. He guides me down a hallway to the room at the end. When he opens the door, it is like something out of a princess movie. This room is bigger than my entire house. I can't understand why he would have a home like this when he lives alone, or at least he seems to. As I walk into the room, I can feel his eyes on me. I saunter a little as I walk through and look around. He walks into the room and clears his throat, "I will run you by your house in the morning so you can get a change of clothes and then we will head in to the office. If that is okay with you?" his voice is like velvet and his image is of a man you would see on a business man of the week magazine or a cover of a novel. I try not to drool and let him know that it's fine with me, too. He shows me where the bathroom, walk-in shower, and jacuzzi bathroom are and then says good night. I need to take a hot bath with those jets and then a cold shower. My boss is making me think about him in ways I really shouldn't. I mean, we work together after all. As I enter the bathroom and start the tub, I hear a knock at the door and open it to find him with towels, a pair of pajamas, and shampoo and conditioner. He even brought a loofa and body wash. If I didn't know better, I'd think a woman put this together and just let him get it. But I heard absolutely nobody, and he is so well kept; I'm sure he knows how to put together an overnight bag pretty much for a woman. I thank him again and shut the door, now to fully relax and enjoy this amazing bathroom.

I get undressed and into the tub and let out a slight moan that I didn't know I had in me. Between the thoughts of my boss invading my head and this bathtub that is not the only moan I plan on letting out. I locked the bathroom door so he won't be able to get in here, even if he does come into the room looking for me. I start to picture what he would look like without his suit jacket on and his dress shirt sleeves rolled up. Does he have tattoos or not? If he does, do they cover his entire upper body or just his arms? As I start to think about undressing him, my nipples get hard and my boobs start to tingle. My lips are swelling with the feeling of rubbing my hands around my chest and across my nipples. Just thinking about that man naked gets me super wet, and no, it's not cause I'm in a bath. I start to massage around my belly button and down to my clit, barely touching it right now. I let out another moan. I know the walls are relatively thick and I am behind two closed doors I should be able to enjoy my orgasm and not have to worry. I begin to massage my clit in little circles and rub it at a nice, punishing pace. I am stroking my nipple and pinching it with one hand and masturbating with the other. The warm water and jets in the tub help with the stimulation, and my body temperature starts to rise. I moan again, but louder this time, and I swear I hear a growl not far away. There is no way that wolf could be anywhere near me, though, so I don't worry and keep going. Thinking about Alexander and saying his name while I pick up speed and rub faster in little circles, I quit playing with my nipple and insert two fingers inside of myself. The feeling of having something inside me adds more pleasure. I moan louder only this time it half sounded like a car roar and turned me on even more, about the same time as my orgasm rips through me causing me to convulse and shake in the tub I hear a howl that I know is a wolf and it sounds like it is coming from outside of my room. Not giving a fuck I keep rubbing until I finish my orgasm and start coming down from it.

Getting out of the tub, I put on the pajamas and head into the bedroom to see what was going on, only when I open the door, the bedroom is torn the fuck up and that wolf from work is back. Not the one that was in the house, but the one from work. He is pure white and enormous. I don't want to scream because what if he tries to hurt Alexander? I would hate for the guy I helped and who is taking care of me to get hurt by a wolf that was also at our work today. I wonder where the other wolf is at; it might be able to help with this one. Then I realize that the wolf isn't trying to hurt me at all, in fact, it is panting and looks like it is full of anxiety. I am not sure what is actually going on here, but even being out of the bath, my temperature is still rising, and thoughts of my boss are invading my thoughts again. I have never not been able to control my lust, but this is bad. I start to grab at my pajamas, and the wolf begins to drool and walk toward me. Instead of being afraid, I begin to unbutton my pajama top. To, my surprise the closer the wolf gets to me, the more human he starts to become. By the time I am standing there completely naked and sweating balls, my boss is also standing there fully nude with a raging hard on. I immediately jump at him and attack his mouth as he carries me to the broken bed in the room. As he lays me down, it dawns on me that he could have heard me masturbating in the bathroom and torn the room apart trying to get to me. What in the actual fuck is going on with us and particularly me?