So my boss is this previous, beautiful adult female. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastical body. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to chance doing anything pudden-head. In add-on to my normal roles at the company, I take on a in force deal of personal helper poppycock. While I hate that aspect of the role, she gives me the extra money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's nothing to complain about.

As a resultant role, I 'm in her life -- fixing her phone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. Several times during my iPhone repair, I 've perused her photos in the Bob Hope of seeing her exquisitely ass naked. A few calendar month ago, I finally hit the jackpot. It was everything I could hold wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed pussy. The unit 9 yards. When I found this, I was at her business firm working on putting together some furniture. I could n't serve myself, and grabbed a pair of her light 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, and went to take some personal token of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleaning. Then she showed me a span of blue jean she ordered online and wanted to recall. The fit was n't mighty, but she had ordered the Lapp cut and size. We were in a bit of a haste, and with a casual, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her blue jean she was wearing, and went to put on the pair that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd rick around -- this was the first clock time she ever changed directly in front of me -- or maybe she did n't like, but as soon as those pants dropped, my optic locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a staircase. I had jerked off in scanty this ass had worn. I had seen nude photos of this thoroughgoing, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest textile thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the blue jean do not fit ... '', but then noticed my centre, my jaw, and the growing hump in my khakis.

'' Can I aid you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful countersign hung in the room.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively promptly on my feet. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a free-and-easy wage hike to my eyebrow, and devilish aspect in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an instant. Our rim met, and our clapper seemed to trip the light fantastic for an timelessness. I reached down and began to remove her dungaree, pausing our kiss to attempt to deliver a suspicious cable about her denim looking better on the flooring, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the nookie up and kiss me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love bum, and wildly began to tear at each former's clothes. Before long, I was completely nude in figurehead of her. She was down to her bra and lash.

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

Now let me pause to say two facts of life :

1. The salutary head I 've ever received was from a bigger girlfriend. Maybe it was because her mouthpiece was handsome. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girls give great head.
2. Older char come in a conclusion second.

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

I pulled my putz from her perfect tense, sainted mouth, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My sassing met hers again, and I began to murder the deliquium man of textile that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my backtalk, tongue, and teeth began to explore every inch of her neck, dresser, and stomach. I returned to her breasts, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this pointedness she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a execute joke in our small company.

As I gave her perfective, C-cup breasts the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my fingers glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her panty. I moved down to the floor, and got on my knee in between her pegleg. Her wetness soaked through the slim down slip of fabric keeping my backtalk from tasting her, but I ran my clapper across her covered pussy all the same.

Lying back on the couch, she grabbed my hair, pulled my head up, and began to lift her legs up towards one side of her caput. From here, I could see both her ass and cunt, covered in almost a ribbon of material. She began to slowly pull her panty off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my center never left hers throughout the full `` unveiling. '' Yes, I wanted to have it away her, taste perception 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 priming, and slowly pulled my face into her pussycat. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the edges of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her moans as a cue to preserve my exploration. Her eye closed, her head rolled back, and I took my cue to fully embrace this smasher that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my viva voce geographic expedition, I let my hands run wild on the heavenly body that lay before me. I caressed her chest. I ran my hands across her stomach. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingers trailed up to her mouth and she graciously cleaned every dribble of her cum off of my finger. As I returned my hands back to my area of work, I began to squeeze and cup her enticing ass -- the culprit that began this wonderful, dream-worthy fiasco. Slowly I began to work one manus into her crack, all the spell cupping her ass. As my finger kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger's breadth finally found the delicate rosebud that was her son of a bitch. I began to work my digit against her cakehole, as my lip ventured further into her pussy.

Her groan grew louder, her breathing time quickened, and my face grew exponentially slopped until she began to vocally encourage my action. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my KO boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my lingua against her clitoris, and continued to penetrate her ass further, she reached down with both manus and push back my cheek into her farther. Fortunately, I had taken a breather prior, or else I might not have been capable to come up for air. She began to holler encouraging curse as her orgasm arrived. Her body contracted -- the tension my middle digit felt as her asshole contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my hired hand from her ass, and joined her on the sexual love derriere, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our devotee's snuggle away from her cum soaked shock absorber. She led me by the paw, only briefly, then escaped my grasp and began to make her way up stairs. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my aspect of her legs and ass. Halfway up the stair, she paused, and bent over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her hone breast with my manpower, and pulled her vertical. The vertebral column of her organic structure met my dresser, and I began to kiss her neck opening until I met her lips again. My men continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed pelt.

She reached back, grabbed my prick, and began to steer it into her crafty pussy. Our organic structure joined and I slowly, passionately began to have sex her from behind, with one paw cupping her breasts, and the other rubbing her clitoris. The rhythmic noise of our bodies clapping against one another echoed throughout her broad row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at least our bodies crash and collision, of not our moans and screams.

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 restate for you now ...

She turned towards me, met my sass, and casually told me as I fucked her from behind, `` I 've lusted for my organic structure 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 time. ``

After those words left her lips, I removed my dick from her and twirl her body around. I raised her into my weapon system, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the steps, and I took a momentary wait against the wall to osculate her tremendous lips again. At this gunpoint, the feeling of having my boss pinned against the wall outside her chamber was too much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her peg dug into my cover, and she moaned into my ear,"You're all mine."

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

At this spot, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her down sympathiser. I climbed atop her, missionary position, and began to defecate love to my boss. Our encounter on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primeval, but this moment was honeyed, bonk, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my life sentence with this woman, serving her every want, forgoing family, acquaintance, and loved ones to ensure her company, her life, and our livelihood were ensured and taken caution of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old fucks I enjoyed on the weekend.

Our movements slowed to a deliberate, meaningful pace, but the fucking we committed to at this moment was so substantial, so engrossing that I lost sense of time, significance, and of the globe around me. Our external respiration synced, I pulled back from her mouth, and stared into her eyes as if I had never looked at them before.

Against the backdrop of livid sheets that our bodies used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a life full of letdowns, this minute exceeded my wildest expectations. Our pace quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the Saami word. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than happy to compel. By now, her hands were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our eyes locked yet again, and we began to make a state of climax - together. With a few concluding driving force, I collapsed into her.

Her hands grazed my body, as I lay beside my boss. She rolled to me, and I ran a fingertip down the bend of her side - her perfectly hourglass chassis displayed in an exceptional personal manner. I pulled her finale, and we both fell asleep together.

After we woke, the world of what just transpired began to sink in. Realities often mean regret - but in this instance that was far from the event. She reached for her headphone and sent a few emails - cancelled her afternoon encounter. In both a literal and figural signified,"The string had already left the station."

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

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

I heard the hundred-year-old organ pipe begin to kick back into action as she turned on the shower faucet in the toilet down the hall.

I opened my idea's journal and began to craft a mental eminence -"lamb Penthouse…"my conscious'pen began to write. Her discussion broke my concentration,"Well ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .