So my political boss is this older, beautiful woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a grotesque trunk. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to gamble doing anything stupe. In add-on to my normal character at the society, I take on a well deal of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that view of the role, she gives me the supernumerary money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to plain about.

As a resultant role, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. respective prison term during my iPhone haunt, I 've perused her photos in the hope of seeing her delicately ass naked. A few month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could take wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The whole 9 thousand. When I found this, I was at her household working on putting together some furniture. I could n't help myself, and grabbed a pair of her clean-living panties, jerked off in them, folded them neatly, and put them back in her drawer.

Today, I showed up at her house bright and early on, and went to call for some personal point of hers for errands. A few homecoming. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to take back. The fit was n't right, but she had ordered the Saame cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her blue jean she was wearing, and went to put on the duo that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd turn around -- this was the first time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't care, but as soon as those pants dropped, my heart 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 painting pic of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glimpse of her ass enveloped in the tiniest material thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the blue jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my eyes, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

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

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively speedy on my infantry. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a casual wage increase to my supercilium, and devilish feel 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 spit seemed to trip the light fantastic toe for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her blue jean, pausing our kiss to attempt to deliver a funny channel about her jeans looking better on the storey, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the ass up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love seat, and wildly began to snap at each other's dress. Before yearn, I was completely nude in front man of her. She was down to her bra and G-string.

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

Now let me intermit to say two facts of living :

1. The best head I 've ever received was from a big girl. Maybe it was because her rima oris was giving. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girlfriend give great head.
2. Older women come in a snug second.

She began to give me the best, sloppiest, raging blowjob of my 26 yr on the planet. I could feature 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 oral fissure, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous lovemaking seat. My sassing met hers again, and I began to move out the swoon pieces of fabric that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my lips, lingua, and tooth began to explore every inch of her neck, chest, and belly. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this point in time she moaned something about giving me a wage increase -- I responded, `` Should I carry that up with HR ? '' -- a track joke in our small company.

As I gave her perfect tense, C-cup knocker the aid that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingerbreadth glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her step-in. I moved down to the floor, and got on my human knee in between her stage. Her wetness soaked through the thinly slip of cloth keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my tongue across her insure pussy all the same.

lying back on the couch, she grabbed my fuzz, pulled my head up, and began to raise her legs up towards one side of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and slit, covered in almost a train of thought of material. She began to slowly deplumate her panties off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the total `` entry. '' Yes, I wanted to fuck her, gustatory sensation her, enjoy her -- but I wanted her to know that I wanted one thing : her.

She draped her leg around my shoulder, gradually lowered her other leg to the ground, and slowly pulled my face into her puss. Without breaking eye contact, I began to drub the sharpness of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her foreland rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this stunner that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my viva voce exploration, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her breasts. I ran my hands across her tummy. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingers trailed up to her lips and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. As I returned my workforce back to my country of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this tremendous, dream-worthy debacle. Slowly I began to wreak one hand into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my fingers kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger finally found the delicate rosebud that was her asshole. I began to work my finger's breadth against her hole, as my back talk ventured further into her pussy.

Her moan grew louder, her breath quickened, and my side grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally further my legal action. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my mantrap boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to imbue her ass further, she reached down with both hands and drove my face into her further. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been capable to descend up for air. She began to scream encouraging expletives as her orgasm arrived. Her soundbox contracted -- the tension my middle finger's breadth felt as her cocksucker contracted against my fully buried fingerbreadth was exceptional.

I removed my deal from her ass, and joined her on the love keister, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's snuggle away from her cum fleece cushion. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to realise her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my view of her branch and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and set over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her perfect bosom with my work force, and pulled her upright. The back of her consistency met my pectus, and I began to kiss her neck opening until I met her rim again. My mitt continued to tour her physical structure, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed skin.

She reached back, grabbed my turncock, and began to manoeuver it into her slick magazine pussy. Our eubstance joined and I slowly, passionately began to fuck her from behind, with one hired man cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her button. The rhythmic disturbance of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row plate, and I was sure that her neighbor could find out at least our dead body collapse and hit, of not our groan and riot.

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 eubstance from the day I hired me. ``

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

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

After those word of honor left her back talk, I removed my putz from her and birl her body around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stair towards her sleeping accommodation. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a fleeting delay against the wall to snog her wonderful back talk again. At this detail, the feeling of having my foreman pinned against the paries outside her bedroom was too much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to enrol her yet again, and fuck wildly against her bulwark. Her nails dug into my back, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this dot, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the threshold, collapsing into her bolt down puff. I climbed atop her, missionary place, and began to clear love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this present moment was sweet, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life-time with this adult female, serving her every motive, forgoing family, ally, and loved 1 to ensure her fellowship, her aliveness, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken aid of, but in that import I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old shag I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our social movement slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the shag we committed to at this minute was so real, so engrossing that I lost sense of metre, meaning, and of the ground around me. Our breathing synced, I pulled back from her back talk, and stared into her heart as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of E. B. White weather sheet that our consistence used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a chef-d'oeuvre of a human that I had long desired. In a animation wide-cut of disappointment, this second exceeded my baseless anticipation. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Lapp words. She begged me to cum interior of her, and I was more than happy to oblige. By now, her handwriting were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our middle locked yet again, and we began to reach a state of flood tide - together. With a few terminal thrusts, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my consistence, as I lay beside my foreman. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the curve of her side - her perfectly hourglass physical body displayed in an exceptional manner. I pulled her close, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the realities of what just transpired began to bury in. world often mean regret - but in this example that was far from the sheath. She reached for her earphone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a real and figurative sensation,"The train had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to join me taking a seat alongside rawness and immaturity. Her voice quickly dashed those thoughts as she asked,"Are you ready for round two ?"

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

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into activeness 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 government note -"Dear Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to drop a line. Her Holy Scripture broke my engrossment,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .