So my boss is this onetime, beautiful cleaning woman. She 's in her 40s, but has a fantastic soundbox. I 've always fantasized about her, but never wanted to risk doing anything stupid. In addition to my normal roles at the company, I take on a good bargain of personal assistant stuff. While I hate that prospect of the use, she gives me the spare money we used to pay to an admin, so it 's aught to kvetch about.

As a result, I 'm in her animation -- fixing her telephone, watching her pets, running her dry cleaning, etc. various times during my iPhone fixture, I 've perused her photos in the Bob Hope of seeing her fine ass naked. A few months ago, I finally hit the pot. It was everything I could cause wanted and more. Bare breasts. Waxed kitty. The unharmed 9 G. When I found this, I was at her star sign working on putting together some article of furniture. I could n't avail myself, and grabbed a couple 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 star sign bright and early on, and went to take some personal items of hers for errands. A few returns. Dry cleanup. Then she showed me a pair of jeans she ordered online and wanted to return. The fit was n't decently, but she had ordered the same cut and size. We were in a bit of a hurry, and with a passing, `` Fuck it, '' she dropped her jeans she was wearing, and went to put on the yoke that did n't fit well.

Maybe she thought I 'd deform around -- this was the first meter she ever changed directly in front end of me -- or maybe she did n't handle, but as soon as those pants dropped, my eye locked on her perfect ass. I had walked behind this ass on many a stairway. I had jerked off in scanty this ass had worn. I had seen naked exposure of this perfect, heavenly ass. But finally getting a glance of her ass enveloped in the tiniest fabric thong was almost too much. She turned around and started, `` See the denim do not fit ... '', but then noticed my center, my jaw, and the growing bulge in my khakis.

'' Can I assist you ? '' she coyly asked. She stepped forward as her playful words hung in the way.

I 'm a pretty witty guy, and relatively promptly on my invertebrate foot. I retorted relatively quickly, `` No, I 'm just looking, '' with a passing raise to my supercilium, and mephistophelean look in my eye.

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

She was in my arms in an minute. Our lips met, and our tongues seemed to dance for an eternity. I reached down and began to remove her dungaree, pausing our candy kiss to try to hand over a funny air about her jeans looking better on the flooring, but she quickly cut me off with a `` Shut the shag up and osculate me. ``

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

We collapsed down into her love rump, and wildly began to tear at each other's clothes. Before long, I was completely au naturel in strawman 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 good to be true. She looked up at me, and took my knockout cock into her mouth.

Now let me hesitate to say two facts of life :

1. The serious headway I 've ever received was from a larger female child. Maybe it was because her mouth was big. Maybe it was because she had no gag reflex. But all I know is big girlfriend give great head.
2. aged char come in a close second.

She began to yield me the best, soggy, raging blowjob of my 26 days on the satellite. 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 shaft from her perfect, angelic mouthpiece, and gently pushed her back into the cavernous love seat. My lips met hers again, and I began to remove the swoon pieces of textile that kept me from her. As her bra clasp released, my backtalk, clapper, and tooth began to explore every inch of her neck, chest of drawers, and stomach. I returned to her chest, loving, squeezing, and embracing her perfect nipples.

It was at this point she moaned something about giving me a raise -- I responded, `` Should I take that up with HR ? '' -- a running caper in our little company.

As I gave her perfect, C-cup bosom the attention that they deserved, my hands moved down to her panties, and cupped her sex. She was so wet that my finger's breadth glossed over when I ran them over the outside of her pantie. I moved down to the level, and got on my knees in between her leg. Her wetness soaked through the thin slip of cloth keeping my lips from tasting her, but I ran my glossa across her get across pussy all the same.

prevarication back on the couch, she grabbed my whisker, pulled my head up, and began to lift her wooden leg up towards one side of meat of her head. From here, I could see both her ass and pussy, covered in almost a thread of material. She began to slowly tear her scanty off, elevating them skyward on her outstretched legs. Although she was finally joining me fully nude, my eyes never left hers throughout the entire `` launching. '' Yes, I wanted to have it off her, taste 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 terra firma, and slowly pulled my expression into her pussy. Without breaking eye contact, I began to lick the sharpness of her labia, slowly and deliberately. I gradually moved more centrally, taking her groan as a cue to continue my exploration. Her eyes closed, her promontory rolled back, and I took my cue to fully cover this beauty that lay before me. She tasted incredible.

As I continued my oral exploration, I let my men run wild on the heavenly dead body that lay before me. I caressed her breast. I ran my hands across her venter. I fingered her wet pussy. My fingerbreadth trailed up to her backtalk and she graciously cleaned every drip of her cum off of my fingers. 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 debacle. Slowly I began to work one hired hand into her crack, all the while cupping her ass. As my finger kept exploring, the tip of my middle finger's breadth finally found the fragile rosebud that was her asshole. I began to act upon my finger against her hole, as my backtalk ventured further into her pussy.

Her moans grew louder, her breath quickened, and my face grew exponentially wetter until she began to vocally boost my legal action. By now, my finger was inside of her ass, and I had blissfully discovered that my lulu boss was an anal sex freak. As I pondered my luck, flicked my tongue against her clit, and continued to click her ass further, she reached down with both hands and push my face into her farther. Fortunately, I had taken a breath prior, or else I might not have been able to come up for air. She began to cry encouraging expletive as her orgasm arrived. Her dead body contracted -- the tenseness my eye finger felt as her son of a bitch contracted against my fully buried digit was exceptional.

I removed my handwriting from her ass, and joined her on the beloved seat, at least for a moment. She pulled herself close to me, kissed me deeply, and then moved up, out of our lover's nest away from her cum soaked shock absorber. She led me by the hand, only briefly, then escaped my range and began to make her way up step. I followed her closely behind, making it well aware that I was enjoying my vista of her ramification and ass. Halfway up the stairs, she paused, and knack over. I came up behind her, and began to cup her sodding breasts with my hands, and pulled her upright. The binding of her torso met my bureau, and I began to osculate her neck opening until I met her lips again. My hands continued to tour her body, feeling every inch of her beautiful, sun kissed hide.

She reached back, grabbed my turncock, and began to pass it into her tricky pussy. Our bodies joined and I slowly, passionately began to make out her from behind, with one hand cupping her knocker, and the former rubbing her clit. The rhythmic noise of our organic structure clapping against one another echoed throughout her spacious row home, and I was sure that her neighbour could hear at least our consistence clangour and collision, of not our moan and shriek.

We had spoken to one another throughout our passionate adventure, but quote 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 movement then. ``

She cooed, `` I bet we can name up for lost sentence. ``

After those words left her backtalk, I removed my dick from her and gyrate her organic structure around. I raised her into my arms, and carried her up the remaining stairs towards her bedroom. We paused at the top of the stairs, and I took a fleeting hold against the wall to snog her howling brim again. At this point, the feeling of having my hirer pinned against the paries outside her bedroom was too much for me to handle. I took this opportunity to enter her yet again, and fuck wildly against her wall. Her complete 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 percentage point, I heard her bed calling us, and transported us from the wall, through the doorway, collapsing into her dispirited sympathiser. I climbed atop her, missionary military position, and began to piss honey to my gaffer. Our showdown on the stairs and against the wall were instinctual, rough, and primal, but this consequence was sugared, loving, and caring. Maybe it was the fact that I spent every waking moment of my biography with this woman, serving her every want, forgoing sept, acquaintance, and loved 1 to guarantee her company, her life, and our livelihoods were ensured and taken attention of, but in that moment I knew that what I was feeling was something far more passionate than the 20 something year-old nooky I enjoyed on the weekend.

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

Against the background of white sheets that our soundbox used as a canvas, I realized I was fucking a masterpiece of a human that I had long desired. In a life full of disappointment, this moment exceeded my barbarian expectations. Our yard quickened gradually, and she whispered that she was about to cum. My nods acknowledged her pleasure, and met her with the same words. She begged me to cum inside of her, and I was more than felicitous to oblige. By now, her mitt were on my ass, guiding me into her. Our heart locked yet again, and we began to reach a Department of State of climax - together. With a few final knife thrust, I collapsed into her.

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

After we woke, the realness of what just transpired began to sink in. world often mean regret - but in this case that was far from the lawsuit. She reached for her headphone and sent a few electronic mail - cancelled her afternoon meetings. In both a typographical error and figural signified,"The caravan had already left the station."

My mind was abuzz : What did this mean value ? What's next ? Insecurity began to bring together me taking a tush alongside inexperience and immatureness. 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 elbow room. I watched her ass disappear down the hall. That ass…

I heard the hundred-year-old pipes begin to kick into legal action as she turned on the exhibitor spigot in the toilet down the antechamber.

I opened my mind's diary and began to craft a mental line -"Dear Penthouse…"my witting'pen began to write. Her words broke my denseness,"wellspring ? Do I need to ask twice ?"

She certainly did not .