He was obviously interested in her. She'd been kind, wishing him luck in his new position and smiling just enough to be friendly but not give him hope...for more. To no avail, though; he went out of his way to pass by her office, say hello, make small talk. He even occasionally bought her a coffee.He was a typical IT geek; not her type at all. She'd rolled her eyes one afternoon as she passed the break room, where he and a few others from IT were excitedly discussing the latest superhero film. On. The bastard didn’t even seem to care one way or the other now, but set to ramming what felt like a good seven or eight inches of cock up my ass. I kept my face pressed into my pillow and just grunted and groaned as he ****d my little teen ass. It actually didn’t hurt too much, but it didn’t exactly feel great either. At least not until I started to lube up naturally. Once that happened, I started to take him more easily, and I found my hips raising up off the bed almost like they had a mind of. “Yes, Sir,” I said now, under my breath. To my surprise, I got myself almost to halfway done when the alarm went off. I smiled and almost texted Master, but I stopped myself. He would be more pleased to hear that I was done and not nearly half done. I just needed to remember Master’s stern voice and I could get through the next hours. When I had completed the job maybe he would tell me I was a “good slut” or even a “good girl”. Maybe he would even tell me I was “his girl”, but I didn’t have. That was the first time ever I remember getting an erection. I don't think she noticed my little stiffy, but I knew then that I was fascinated not only by the touch, but also the feel of nylons.By the time I was in my teens I had a full-blown nylon fetish; by now women were wearing pantyhose instead of stockings but I still loved nylon encased legs. I had quite a collection of nylons, most of which I got when my Mom or sister discarded theirs; I would wait until no one noticed, then take them.