Sex with my boss. Part 9

The sunlight coming through my window woke me up. It was Sunday and I had just spent the early hours fucking my boss in a long two hour session till four am. We had stopped after he came and fell asleep but I hadn't come yet. I looked at his naked body next to me and was filled with desire. I ran my hands over his pectoral chest muscles and through his chest hair. He woked up and smiled at me. Then he laughed," look at your face, Stuly, it's all white!"  I got up and looked at the mirror, Fred's semen had dried up on my face leaving a white mask. I opened the door of my room and peeked out. It was quiet. Both mum and brother were still asleep. I went to the bath room to wash my face and brush my teeth. There was still a slight taste of sperm in my mouth.

 When I got back to my room, Fred had fallen asleep again. I looked at his muscular round buttocks with lust and thought how good it felt to have these powerful haunches pumping his cock into me. I looked at his flaccid but fleshy penis. I wanted him badly. Did he still want me? He had had what he wanted from me. In his sleep, he looked peaceful and satisfied. And complete without me. He didn't need me. He had his family and home and he can have many prettier women in his red Ferrari. I'm probably just another of the many boutique salessgirls in his employment whom he had fucked for his pleasure and then discarded. I should be satisfied with this one night stand and be happy. Sigh, but maybe I could have him just one more time befire he walked out of my room in case I don't get another chance?

I lay down on the bed behind him and pressed my breasts against his back, stimulating myself by rubbing my nipples against him. I reached around his side and caressed his balls gently. They were so big and filled with so much semen. I rubbed them round and round with my fingers whilst my thumb stroked the underside of his penis. He cock stirred and slowly erected. I grabbed his shaft gently in my fist  and slowly pumped up and down gently so he wouldn't wake up. Soon he was so hard and thick that I coud barely encircle his cock with my fingers completely. It was
hot and filled fully with rubbery flesh.  His instrument of pleasure that once inserted fully into me would become the joystick of my body  that can command and control me. He's awake. I know because he's stiffened up ever so slightly. I continue rubbing his shaft up and down and press my erect nipples hard against his back.

He turns to face me and looks me in the eye, amused and triumphant. "Good morning! Stuly, looks like you can't get enough of my cock. How was the sex last night?" I couldn't answer and still look him in the eye, so I looked down, and said very softly," it was good." He put his fingers under my chin and forced my head up so I couldn't avert my gaze, he had hunted me and he had conquered me and now he wanted to savor his victory completely, "do you want my cock in your cunt ?" My hand had just been rubbing his cock so I couldn't deny it and he won't let me look away. It was such a
humiliating defeat for me.  I had been rejecting his sexual advances for months and now "Yes," was
all I could say. "Do you want me to fuck you again and again in future?" He continued boldly and staring commandingly at me, "yes" I said with great effort. It was so embarassing but it was what I had been hoping for so I just couldn't say no like I usually do. I gave myself up so cheaply. I regretted it, but I wanted him so badly and I was insecure that I would lose him. He was twenty years my senior and psychologically stronger. He ws dominating me," do you want my body? " I nodded but he forced me to say "yes!"  "Do you want me to fuck every inch of your body completely and utterly?"  I said yes again. "will you be my lover and sex mistress?" "Yes". "Will you listen to my orders during sex?" "Yes."

 He grabbed me and rolled over on top of  me. He was hard, very hard, and I was very wet from surrendering to him. I opened my legs and he buried his cock to the hilt in my vagina. He paused and
put grabbed both my wrists with each hand and placed them above my head while he continued to
look me in the eye and my soul and demanded breathlessly, "will you be my sex toy?" With his big cock buried deep inside me between my legs encircling him, and looking him in the eye, I couldn't think, I was a bitch in heat, an animal filled with lust, "Yes." He started to pump me with long deep strokes but we continued to stare at each other with our hearts pumping furiously, " do you want me to use your body for my pleasure?" "Yes!" "No strings attached?""yes!"' He was pumping both deep and fast now and I was so excited sexually, I was bucking up and down in time to meet his thrusts as forcefully as I could. "Do you want to be my sex slave?""yes!" The intense pleasurable sensations from my cunt radiated all over my body. "Do you want to be used by me for my sexual pleasure?"  "Yes!"

 Fred turned staring into each other's eyes into a sexual experience. "Do you promise to obey all my sexual commands and do anything I ask you?""yes!" I said loudly and clearly. It was clear to me now that surrendering completely was most satisfying sexually and even deeper then that, something my soul craved. "Yes! I'd do anything for you! Anytime! Anyplace !"  Fred persisted," always? Forever?" "Yes!" I screamed, "yes , yes! Yes! Yes" Yesssssssss!" as I came with one of the most intense and violent orgasms of my life.

 And definitely the most noisy because I usually come so quietly my lovers don't know it. "Don't stop! Do it to me! Do it! Do it! Yesssssss!" It was a very long orgasm and Fred grimaced his face and also came, filling me with thick jets of hot semen. I welcomed it. I grabbed him with my legs and tried to pull him in. I wanted his Sperm in me. I wanted to have his baby. I wanted him to have me and change my life forever. I wanted to fuse with him and be part of his body. To be joined forever to his body via his cock. I wanted Fred very much.

 To be continued....

Sex with my boss. Part 8

After I shyly confessed to my boss that I liked it rough, he began to pump me harder and faster and order me around like a prostitute. This really aroused me and made me very wet. At his command I started to gyrate my buttocks around his cock and move up and down with faster and longer strokes. I like looking at us in the dressing mirror and watching my breasts and nipples being handled roughly by him. I put my arms back against his body to hold myself and also to thrust my breasts forwards so he could stimulate them more. He was biting my shoulders and leaving little bruises on them. He was biting just enough to stimulate me without hurting me too badly. His fingers were too rough on my clitoris so I took his hand and guided him to encircle the base of my clitoris and showed him how to do it very gently but quickly, the way I like it. " very gently please, I said, and only go to the tip of the clit if you can control the pressure." He was keen to learn, " like this?" He said. " Still too hard," I mp breathed breathlessly, as I continued riding up and down his shaft, " softly this way." I held one of his fingers, and showed him again. He was much better after that and within weeks could do it exactly the way I masturbated.

I got tired riding his cock so at my suggestion, we stood up, and I placed my hands on my mirror and leaned forwards whilst he stood and held my hips from behind  and now he could control his strokes and pump me very hard while I gyrated my hips. It excites me a lot to see myself being fucked in the mirror. After five to ten minutes we moved to the bed together, with cock still deep in me, and I knelt down with my face on the bed but with my ass sticking up in the air while he continued to plow me. At this angle, his cock started to strike my g spot and it felt very good, I didn't want him to stop. When he put his hand around to the front to do my clitoris again, I stopped his hand, "I will cum if you do that, " I said, " you cum first". He didn't want to cum yet because when I felt him stiffening, and about to reach orgasm, he pulled out quickly.

He lay down on his back with his head on my pillow, and pointed to his cock,"Suck it, you slut," I nodded and knelt down on the bottoms half of the bed and crouched over him from the side and held his cock with one hand while I proceeded to suck his cock. The men always like eye contact during felkatio so I tried to look up at him as I sucked but my long hair got in the way, so after I tried to push it away a few times, he obligingly held my hair for me. I've been coached on fellatio by John who was never very satisfied with my blow job skills. So I had been watching porn and practicing the techniques on john, and thinking of how I could do better. I started my licking the head of Freds penis with my tongue while holding the base and rubbing and squeezing the base. I stuck my tongue out as far as possible and swirled my tongue around the groove beneath the glans and tried to enter his urethra with the tip of my tongue. I wet my lips and and making a small 'O' slowly allowed his glans to squeeze in and pop into my mouth. Then I did this with a pumping motion so my mouth was like a tight vulva and he felt as though he was squeezing through it again and again. I slowly allowed him to go deeper and deeper as I pushed my mouth up and down  on him until the glans was at the back of my throat and he fitted into the opening of my esophagus so I couldn't breathe and I felt like vomiting. Then I went to the top of his penis and started slowly down again. I tried to look at him as often as I could. He penis was beautiful. It was tanned and straight and thick with muscles and knobby with veins. The head was purple with engorged blood  and bigger than the shaft. The smell of his public hair was so animalistic that my face flushed and my eyes glazed over with desire. When my lips got tired with being stretched wide open, I shifted to nibbling and sucking and licking different parts of his penis but focused on the glans and the part underneath the glans where there was a fold of skin, the frenum or frenulum. When Fred was almost cumming, and I could tell he was about to cum from the increased frequency of the rhythmic up and down movement of his large testicles and the tension in his body,. I stopped  sucking and I watched his face and masturbated him with my hand instead. I put my thumb to put pressure on the tip of his glans and go round and round with increasing pressure with my thumb which would be lubricated by my saliva,until I saw a slight
discomfort. This stopped him coming. . Then I reduced the pressure of my thumb and stimulated his shaft and glans till he almost came again, then I repeated the deep pressure in his glans to discourage him again. I brought Fred close to orgasm a dozen times this way. Fred said, " oh ! You are so good with your lips and your hand, Stuly, where did u learn all this from? You fuck ten times better than my wife. Or anyone else!" I smiled," John was very demanding in bed and never satisfied, so I never stopped trying to be better in bed, but I was never good enough for him, he's often comparing me with his other lovers and insulting me." " well you were perfect tonight," Fred praised, " now suck me again and let me cum in your mouth, my whore," he ordered. So I sucked him and looked at him in the eyes till he came spurting into my mouth, I let him spurt a bit on my lips and cheeks as the men like to do in porn videos. "Swallow!" He commanded, I shooked my head to say no. I couldn't talk with my mouth full of semen. "do it you cunt!" He scolded and yanked my hair backwards so that my chin came up and I faced the ceiling. I nodded as I tried to swallow the fishy stuff as quickly as I could..

He pulled me side by side with him and stripped off my g string. He put one hand under my body and the other on my clit as he kissed me on my face, spreading his cum all over my cheeks, lips, nose, forehead. It was very erotic , the smell of his semen no longer offended me but aroused me. I liked being marked as his property with his semen. As he kissed me m he rubbed my very wet clit. I started to moan and writhe my body against his fingers and his body but just as I was about to cum, he stopped. He barked," no more cumming for you tonight!  Once is enough. If you want to cum again, ask me to fuck you tomorrow."

We lay in each other's arms resting. I looked at the clock. It was almost four. We had fucked for two hours! My body was burning with lust. I moved my hand between my legs and started pleasuring myself but he woke up and smacked my hand. "No masturbating without my permission. You are mine now. My property. Your cunt belongs to me. Understand." "yes boss," I nodded meekly, "I'm yours, please be good to me." I whispered. He placed his big hand over my vulva in an act of possession and also to prevent from masturbating. We fell asleep in that position......

To be continued. 

Sex with my boss. Part 7

I looked at my boss as he held me with both hands around my waist and thought, "my bus may not come for many years, and i might still board the wrong bus, so I might as well enjoy the company I get whilst at the bus stop." So I said breathlessly,"I am feeling lonely at the bus stop tonight."

He kissed me again, this time tenderly and not lustily. He first kissed the tears that had rolled down my face and then my cheeks and my neck and gave me little nibbles on my neck. I raised my chin to let him give me love bites on my neck. The roughness of his moustache and the stubble of his chin against my face was stimulating. When his kisses came back to my lips, I opened my mouth and surrendered to his probing tongue. He explored my mouth and lips with his tongue and then started playing and teasing my tongue. Our tongues met in my mouth in a little dance as we swirled them around each other or he would vibrate the tip horizontally or vertically against mine. I was intrigued by his imaginative tongue play and followed his lead by doing the same back to him. I put my arms around his neck as we got engrossed and he rubbed his warm hands up and down my bare back.  My head was spinning and my heart was pounding with excitement. He was so good! After several long minutes, we stopped to catch our breath and stared at each other close up. I had lost all my lipstick and both our lips were smeared with it.  "You have such sweet soft lips,"he said,"I couldkiss you all night." And we started on our tongue play again, for a very long time, teasing, fighting, advancing , retreating, until I could read the language of his tongue. Sometimes he was commanding and in charge, sometimes he was punishing me as when he bit on my tongue and won't let go, sometimes he was playing catch, chasing my tongue until he caught me..Ive never experienced kissing like this with any one else, even to this day. One of his hands slipped under my halterneck ( I couldn't wear any bra with such a low back) and started circling,rubbing and pinching my nipple. I put my hands on his chest to enjoy the feel of his hard chest muscles. The sensation from my nipple and my lips were so exquisite, I came and arched my back towards him as I came with waves of pleasure all over my body.  I had just my first orgasm from kissing alone!

" that's nice," I said as I relaxed, very satisfied, and leaned against his chest, with one hand on his chest and one hand around his waist.  listening to the pounding of his heart. He was just as excited as I was. He put his arm around my shoulder to cuddle me. I am usually not a multi orgasmic woman and orgasms usually put me to sleep. However, I looked down at his crotch. He was still sporting a very hard erection that stuck up against his trousers, but I was sleepy and dozed off against his comfortable warm chest. When I awoke, his erection was gone. "Sorry," I smiled, " orgasms have this effect on me." "Then you shan't have any," he teased, " not until I've come first."

He sent me home. "Come up for a while?" He agreed. It was way past midnight, and I unlocked the door very quietly. The house was dark. Both my mother and my brother were sleeping in their rooms. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom and shut and bolted the door quietly. i turned on the night light. My room was small with only a single bed and no space for a sofa so Fred sat in the bed. "Get comfortable." I said, and I helped him remove his tux and trousers and hung them in my wardrobe. He was only in his Calvin Klein Gstring underwear. He had a very muscular body and six pack abs and his buttocks were powerful and muscular. I liked his body. I sneaked to the kitchen to get water for us. I removed my dress and revealed myself to him topless, in my black Gstring. He eyed my body up  and down and had an instant erection which stuck out the top of his briefs. I wasn't horny anymore but I liked looking at his hot bod. He stood up and pulled me against him with his arms around my waist. I felt his hairy thighs rub against my soft smooth thighs. My face came up against his chin. I put my arms around him and pressed my breasts and nipples against his hard hairy chest. I like the feel of muscle and of hair rubbing my nipples. His very had and large erection rubbed against my lower belly.  I started to feel wet between my legs again. He put his hands on my buttocks and
grabbed them in his large strong hands and began massaging them and pressing me against his cock. I
put my arms around his neck " Finally, I get to enjoy your soft body which I have been lusting for, for
many years," he said. " Really, since so long?" " Yes, since the first day I intervuewed you for the job, I've wanted to fuck you, but you had a boyfriend then. Now is my chance." " what do you like about me?" I fished for compliments, " you are my type, the kind that looks and behaves so sweet and innocent socially but once you get them into bed, surrenders themselves to unihibited sex." I blushed. I am like that. I'm cold but once I've let down my defenses, I'm totally submissive.   " I like your face,
your long straight soft hair, your sweet smile with cute dimples, your perfect shoulders , your long
slender legs with a pert butt that sticks out that I always want to caress..." He was making me
desirous of sex again

He stepped out of his underwear. I took a deep breath,"your cock is so big!"he was the biggest I had till then. John had an average penises of maybe five to five and half inches but Ricky was slightly thicker.  Fred's penis was longer and thicker. Maybe six and a half but that extra inch and girth made it look very meaty and feel much bigger. I've since had bigger cocks but for my small petite fame and cunt, Fred was the biggest I could enjoy comfortably. I've later had good sex with men with three to four inch cocks but I like the size because it excites me visually more than anything else. It also brings up the submissive in me and that excites me. I want to be impressed and conquered and a large cock does that well. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, it was circumcised and the head was bulbous and purplish with blood. Large thick engorged veins wounds it's way around the shaft and gave it a knobby feel and look. " you like it don't you," he noticed my captivated gaze, you will like what it can do to you even more" he boasted. I normally hate arrogance socially, but once I have surrendered myself to be taken sexually, I find this kind of talk sexually exciting. " I'm afraid, it's so powerful, be gentle please." I whimpered. He grabbed my buttocks again and used my soft belly to massage his prick.  It felt so hot, hard and thick against me.  I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and squeezed his muscles there, over his back, and then back to my fave part , his broad chest muscles.

He put his hands over my buttocks and pulled them apart and reached to my vulva with the tips of his fingers.  He stroked my labial lips back and forth with both hands until I was completely lubraicated and wet. Then he raised one of my thighs with his arm and placed my foot on the bed. he bent down and positioned his cock against my vulva. He couldn't slip in but he gyrated his hips and screwed the head of his penis round and round and his glans slowly stretched and worked its way deeper into me. The sensation as  he stretched my labia was slightly tight at first but slowly the tightness translated  into greater pleasure than with thinner cocks as I slowly stretched to accommodate him. There was more sensation with him then with John or Ricky because of his girth. It wide cock that gives pleasure more than a a long cock because most of my nerves at the opening of my vagina.i liked the
way he swung left and right and round and round to penetrate me. When he was half way in, he took my other thigh and lifted it onto the bed behind him so he was standing on the floor but I was supported by his hands on my buttocks and my feet on the bed. as he let go of my buttocks, I slowly sank onto his cock deeper and deeper until I was flush with his balls. He was deeper in me than any man had ever gone and the feeling of fullness was a real turn on. .Many women say theydon't care about the size of the cock it's true but I liked the feeling of being fully stretched and Pierced deeply ( but not any deeper which would be uncomfortable. I think any bigger would be too painful for a small woman like me). " mmm," I moaned very quietly with pleasure, " you fill me so much more completely than John."' He boasted,"after I'm done stretching you, you will be custom made to fit my cock and be too loose for John or Ricky. " that statement got my juices flowing and I held on to his neck to lift myself up so I could pump myself down on him. He helped me by lifting my buttocks up and down. I could feel the ridges of hsi knobby cock stretching my vaginal ring tightly. "Yes I like your bigger cock, and john and Ricky won't do for me anymore after you've fucked me," I whispered.
I was very wet and slippery now, and Fred was pumping me with strong jerks. He put his hands under my knees and lifte me off my feet completely so I sank even more deeply onto his penis which
supported my wweight. He walked around the room as I tried to use my weak arms to pump  my
body in rhythm to his pelvic thrusts. Then he sat down on my dressing table stool and I planted my
feet on the floor. Now I coukd stand up and down to pump on his cock whilst I put my hands on his shoulders. His hands were free to grab my breasts and nipples and enjoy them while I was doing this or to grab my buttocks and help me lift up. Because his cock was longer , we could do longer strokes without slipping out accidentally and fuck more violently. He started kissing my nipples and nibbling them  and the position was most enjoyable.

Then he turned me around to face the mirror so I was seated with my back to him and he could rub my clitoriswith one hand and stroked a breast with the other hand  .  I could see my own body reflected in the mirror and this really really made me wet. "How do you want it? " He asked, " gentle or rough?" "Rough" I said shyly. And  then he started pinching and grabbing my breast, and talking dirty,"gyrate your your ass, you slut," he ordered so I began doing circles with my buttocks  as I came down on his cock.

To be continued.....

Sex with my boss. Part 6

Fred was transformed from a sexual predator to an object of my desire. He wasn't a horny married man lusting after young girls to me anymore. He represented a new world for me. A world of beauty, excitement, elegance, filled with well dressed people of wit and charm, enjoying their existence. It was not like my sordid world of dreary work, long hours, little leisure time, careful budgeting,  which was filled with people focused on the mundane necessities of life  and not filled with people living  their dreams and relishing life. I love my family and my gang of girl friends and they will always be special for me. But otherwise I had felt my world was dull boring and uninspiring. Fred was a door into a breathtaking world of exciting people and fun living. I wanted and lusted for this world very much and Fred was inviting me into it. I regretted having rejected him and felt afraid that he would not give me another chance again.

"How about me?" Fred was saying and all these thoughts went through my mind, subconsciously,as I looked at him. I couldn't answer Fred with my usual insulting light hearted jests. I blushed badly, my heart beat wildly, I was struck dumb, and I stared helplessly at him wondering what to say. I could very well say, "I want you" which was I was feeling right then for that would be so embarrassing and improper in public, but I really wanted him and I didn't want to reject him any more, afraid that I might not get another chance, so I was stuck in between for several tense agonizing seconds before I said breathlessly, " I like you" and after that I immediately looked away quickly and turned my head right down gazing down at my food and buried my hands under my thighs and tried to disappear inside my body because it was so so embarassing and humiliating and I felt everybody at the table must have heard me.

"Well, thanks! " Fred said pleasantly surprised, " I like you too! And let's drink to that!" I smiled and quietly raised my glass to his. "To the beginning of a beautiful friendship" he toasted and I nodded in reply. After that, the evening was spent in a wonderful reverie of small talk about the food, the performances, the people and Fred was very warm and chatty. I asked a lot of questions and he was happy to answer them with his usual funny twist on things. There was dancing to fast music and Fred asked me out. He led me through rock and roll and though I didn't know the dance it didn't matter. I just tried to follow him and the rhythm and it was nice to be in his arms as he twirled me round and round again.

The evening had been magic so I was sad when they announced the end of the evening. After all the goodbyes had been said, Fred took me by the hand as we walked out. His hand was warm and firm and it felt very natural to hold it. I was very proud to enter his Ferrari when the valet drove it to the front of the hotel. Fred drove slowly back because I told him I wanted  to chat. When we got near my home, I didn't want the evening to end so I suggested going to the park nearby. We took a leisurely walk and when he put his hand around my waist, I didn't resist. I led him to the same bench where I had lost my virginity to John my first and where I had flirted with Ricky, a taxi driver with whom I had a one night stand. What's going to happen this time, I thought as we sat down.

He sat very close to me with his thigh against mine and didn't let go of my hand. I could feel the heat of his muscular thigh through his trousers. He put his arm around me and on my bare shoulders. The feeling of his hand grabbing my shoulder and rubbing it was nice. I looked into his eyes and face at close range. He had a strong masculine jaw with bushy eyebrows and a well trimmed thick moustache. A manly face. I like a real man more than a sensitive new age guy. He had broad muscular shoulders and a trim waist. He was a hard mans man and I felt soft and feminine  in reaction to him.

He smiled and asked, "earlier this evening you said you like me, how do you like me?"  This
was embarassing, "just like lor, dont need to have a reason." And I looked down at my manicured
fingers. He put his hand on my chin and lifted it so I had to face him in the eye, " I really want to know what it is about me that you like,"he asked friendly teasing manner. I couldn't turn my face away with his hand there so I looked down as I replied, "well, tonight you really impressed me." He persisted,"thanks but what is it in particular about me that you  really like?" He wouldn't give up till I surrendered and said ," mmm, you looked really dashing tonight, and what do they say? The epitome of sartorial elegance."  He laughed," I like it that you are always surprising me with your wit and your words, its highly unusual for a salesgirl in a boutique. you are quite stimulating company." His compliment felt reassuring, but it was also true that  "you read that in the historical romance novels that ladies like." He kept pushing and pleading me to tell him what I liked about him so in the end I gave up and confessed  shyly, "you were just like the handsome hero in one of the romances, you
were so smooth and witty, and I was so proud to step in and out of that borrowed Ferrari as your
companion, in public." I continued, looking down again, " I was quite excited by the way you handled the Ferrari, it's so manly."

 "That's nice, I like to impress my proud cold secretary," he chuckled,  " and you really looked ravishing tonight too, that's why Im going to ravish you tonight." " no you are not!," I spoke without my usual conviction this time, you are a buaya ( Malay name for crocodile but also means sexual predator) and I'm not going to let it happen. You just want to use me for your sexual pleasure. I'm not going to be your sex toy". "What's wrong with pleasure?" He countered, I use you for my sexual pleasure, but you re also getting pleasured. As long as you enjoy it's well, there's nothing wrong." He had turned me around to face him squarely with one hand and held my chin up with the other so I couldn't break my gaze with him, but had to stare helplessly into his eyes. "Well, if you are single, I don't mind being your sex toy tonight, but you are married...." I protested too weakly. He continued, "so you rather have sex with a Casanova who is single but doesn't care for you than to have sex with a married man who respects you and likes you?" " You really like me?" I said hopefully, "I thought
you said it was lust." "Well, I said ninety percent lust and ten percent love, but you want me to be

honest right? It's the same with all men, we are designed for pleasure and procreation. You shouldn't hold it against me for being frank. And that ten percent is true honest complete love! Sometimes you really get to me. I wished I had married you instead of my wife. I wished you had been born earlier and I had met you first. I would definitely have courted you and wanted you to be my steady." I liked what he said very much "me too," I said, " If only we could have....." I was stopped mid sentence when put his hand behind my head and pulled me towards him, kissing me passionately on my highly glossed lips, I put my hands on his chest to push him away weakly but failed. His chest was hard and muscular. His perfume was musky and mixed with a slight sweaty body odor that was sexually stimulating. I kept pushing him away weakly but his strong muscular arms encircled me in an iron grip. His lips massaged and brushed and nibbled on mine. His tongue licked my lips all over and
 probed to enter my mouth but I held my lips tightly pursed together. He was quite a hunk and I
wanted him but it was a bit degrading and humiliating to be taken so easily.

He paused and said, "you might be at the bus stop of your life for a very long time, waiting for the right bus(man) to come along, I'll keep you company and make you happy while you wait. For all you know, the wait could be a very pleasant experience, even better than the bus ride." " I'm afraid that I'll miss my bus," I said," if I am distracted and not watching for the bus. And what if my bus comes but I can't bear to leave? Will you stay at the bus stop with me forever? How about all the lonely times when I'm alone at the bus stop?" " I'll help you look out. I'll even tell you which bus to take. I'll stay with you till very late but I really can't get on the bus with you." He had his hands around my waist and he was looking at me intently and earnestly. A horrible and selfish thought flashed through my mind that I might be able to make him love me enough to leave his wife and kids for me. Home wrecker! It was Saturday night. I had no great eligible man to call. I could go home or I could stay with this charming man who wanted me. What would you have done? Don't judge me so
easily. "Leave everything behind and be free," I said, "come on the bus with me and we will explore

the world together." "I can't, it's not called freedom if you  desert the people who need you very

much. Not just my kids whom I love very much, nor my wife even though we aren't talking, we have gone through so many years together, and she would go to pieces if I leave her."


So there we are again, as in the dressing room in the boutique, almost havng sex but not aborted at the last minute becuas he was married. But tonight was different. I had had a wonderful magical night, he had been such a gentleman. We were dressed like a prince and princess. The music of the night was still reverberating in my ears and the rush of speeding in a Ferrari was in my blood. I wanted a nice ending to the night........

To be continued....

Sex with my boss. Part 5

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