So my boss is this elder, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a howling trunk. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In add-on to my normal character at the troupe, I take on a good tidy sum of personal assistant hooey. While I hate that expression of the use, she gives me the spear carrier money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nada to sound off about.

As a outcome, I 'm in her life -- fixing her telephone set, watching her pets, running her dry cleanup, etc. Several multiplication during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her pic in the hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the kitty. It was everything I could have got wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed puss. The unharmed 9 yards. When I found this, I was at her house working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a pair of her make clean panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and other, and went to assume some personal detail of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleanup. Then she showed me a pair of blue jean she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the Same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a effortless, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the foremost time she ever changed directly in front end of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those trouser dropped, my eyes locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in panties this ass had worn. I had seen nude pic of this unadulterated, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glimpse of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric lash was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the jeans do not fit ... '', but then noticed my center, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

'' Can I help you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful word hung in the elbow room.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively quick on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a cursory raise to my eyebrow, and devilish look in my eye.

She stepped forward. I reached for her. And it was all over.

She was in my arms in an instant. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to trip the light fantastic for an timeless existence. I reached down and began to get rid of her jeans, pausing our kiss to try to pitch a funny line about her jeans looking better on the level, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the fuck up and snog me. ``

I did as I was told. After all, she is the boss.

We collapsed down into her love prat, and wildly began to deplume at each early's wearing apparel. Before long, I was completely nude in social movement of her. She was down to her bra and flip-flop.

She pushed me up -- I paused, wondering if this were the end and it were all too sound to be true. She looked up at me, and took my tough cock into her mouth.

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She began to commit me the best, sloppiest, hottest blowjob of my 26 years on the planet. I could have finished right then and there, but I knew the best was yet to come, so therefore, I should not.

I pulled my cock from her perfect, angelic mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My brim met hers again, and I began to remove the faint pieces of cloth that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her cervix, dresser, and tummy. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her pure nipples.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a wage hike -- I responded, `` Should I pack that up with HR ? '' -- a melt down trick in our minor company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup white meat the attention that they deserved, my mitt moved down to her step-in, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger glossed over when I ran them over the exterior of her panties. I moved down to the level, and got on my knees in between her legs. Her wetness soaked through the reduce parapraxis of fabric keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my glossa across her covered kitty all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my pilus, pulled my capitulum up, and began to lift her leg up towards one slope of her promontory. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of stuff. She began to slowly draw in her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched peg. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to have intercourse her, gustatory sensation her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one matter : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my brass into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the edge of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her caput rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her chest. I ran my hired man across her tum. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingers trailed up to her lip and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my hands back to my domain of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this rattling, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to work one hand into her scissure, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the fragile rosebud that was her asshole. I began to influence my finger against her hole, as my mouth ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breath quickened, and my aspect grew exponentially fuddled until she began to vocally boost my action mechanism. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my knockout political boss was an anal sex lusus naturae. As I pondered my luck, flicked my knife against her clit, and continued to infiltrate her ass further, she reached down with both workforce and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not possess been able to do up for air. She began to yell encouraging expletives as her sexual climax arrived. Her body contracted -- the tension my middle fingerbreadth felt as her bunghole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hand from her ass, and joined her on the sexual love seat, at to the lowest degree for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our devotee's nest away from her cum blotto cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up step. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stair, she paused, and hang over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her everlasting breasts with my bridge player, and pulled her vertical. The back of her eubstance met my chest, and I began to osculate her neck opening until I met her sassing again. My hands continued to tour her organic structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed cutis.

She reached back, grabbed my peter, and began to guide it into her slick cunt. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to love her from behind, with one hand cupping her chest, and the other rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at least our bodies crash and collision, of not our moan and belly laugh.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quotes melted away into animalistic pleasure. A few remained, one of which I will retell for you now ...

She turned towards me, met my lips, and casually told me as I fucked her from behind, `` I 've lusted for my body from the day I hired me. ``

I slyly responded, `` I wish I made my move then. ``

She cooed, `` I bet we can make up for lost clip. ``

After those Logos left her lips, I removed my gumshoe from her and twirl her torso around. I raised her into my subdivision, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedchamber. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a momentaneous time lag against the wall to snog her wonderful sass again. At this breaker point, the tone of having my boss pinned against the rampart outside her bedroom was too much for me to care. I took this chance to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her paries. Her nails dug into my backrest, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

I pounded away at her,"You get what you pay for."

At this head, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the door, collapsing into her depressed comforter. I climbed atop her, missional location, and began to make love to my chief. Our encounter on the step and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and key, but this consequence was sweet, be intimate, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking import of my life with this adult female, serving her every demand, forgoing category, friends, and loved ones to ensure her company, her biography, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken care of, but in that consequence I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old fucking I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful gait, but the nookie we committed to at this moment was so real, so engrossing that I lost sentiency of time, meaning, and of the earth around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her backtalk, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of Patrick Victor Martindale White sheets that our dead body used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a life broad of letdown, this moment exceeded my gaga expected value. Our tempo quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her joy, and met her with the same words. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to reach a state of culmination - together. With a few final jab, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my eubstance, as I lay beside my boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her side - her perfectly hourglass figure displayed in an prodigious personal manner. I pulled her last, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to go under in. reality often mean rue - but in this instance that was far from the pillow slip. She reached for her telephone set and sent a few emails - cancelled her good afternoon meeting. In both a literal and figurative gumption,"The gearing had already left the station."

My brain was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a backside alongside inexperience and immaturity. Her vocalization quickly dashed those view as she asked,"Are you make for round of golf two ?"

She got up, and made her way out of the room. I watched her ass disappear down the hall. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into action as she turned on the shower faucet in the bathroom down the hall.

I opened my mind's journal and began to craft a mental note -"dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to spell. Her words broke my concentration,"fountainhead ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .