Sex is about two people, or so I thought. Read on and see if you agree with me.
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I was my husband's Boss's, office fuck s
It was around this time of year when we were celebrating on Princess Street, of all places, our company Christmas Party. I had met my husband in this job, and we had been celebrating our first anniversary, and using this works party as a continuation of our celebrations.
I felt great, not only on the outside with everything apparently falling into place, but on the inside, as sex, was better than great, and I was, as my husband knew, a sex addict, I loved fucking.
I was a born fantasist, and knew the value of my body and good looks, what girl doesn't. I had a fab body and long shapely legs, a cute bubble ass, and tip tilted breasts my husband played with.
We fantasized about my teasing and encouraging strange men, I would give the come-on to, before disappearing to the back alley outside, or holding it until we got into bed and fucking our brains out.
That day I dressed in lingerie that would have left no man in doubt as to why I was dressed as such, but of course most of my come and fuck me style was hidden under my dress, where I squirmed and was all wet, if any man took the chance and felt me between my legs, of course my husband knew this, and more, and I say more, because he was telling his boss about me, and soon he would suggest to me to tease his boss, without telling me his boss planed to fuck me, boy was I in for a surprise.
Champagne was poured down my throat to oil my cunt and we went up to his room in the hotel, where I was to play the wanton slut with his boss, while my husband would fall asleep into a drunken stupor, and watch his boss give me a good shagging.
It was the last part I never expected to actually happen, but they had already decided I was to be used all the way, and become his boss's fuck toy, even my tight asshole was not safe.
When we went inside this huge room with its wonderful views of the Street, and castle, I sipped on rare brandy and slipped into my sexy self, allowing his boss to put his hand on my bare shoulder and give me the occasional kiss on the cheek.
With the thought of sex purring in my mind and my lithe body oiled with alcohol, and if God were a mechanic, he would declare me a well oiled machine.
'He's had a tad too much', was whispered into my ear, as he brushed my hair to expose my sensitive ear, and his warm breath caressed my sensitive aural organ, his soft kissed on the nape of my neck, made me gush, as I let him nibble my lobe. I looked through my slitty eyes at my husband supposedly sleeping on the chair facing us, and wondered how thrilled he was watching me get off with his boss.
His kisses were simply delightful and teasing, so I gave him the liberty to press home on my own lips, returning the small intrusion of my tongue into his open mouth, I was really beginning to ache in all those familiar places, especially between my thighs, where I shamefully found myself brushing against his very visible and material straining erection.
'So he has a big cock', I thought, not realizing I had been passionately returning his kisses, with a little enthusiasm than I was meant to.
'I have always wanted to fuck you really hard'. He whispered it directly into my ear, and I groaned out loud as he said it. I could feel my back arch as I pressed my pubis mound into his erection. This was getting out of hand, I should stop before we go too far, and I turned my head to see my husband had turned away from us and was lying out on the settee, facing the back of it.
'Jesus Fucking Christ', screamed through my mind, as I suddenly realized I was moments away from taking a strangers cock into my body and milking his semen, and as if to make matters worse, I was holding and wanking his huge cock in my eager hand.
'WTF', I did not know what I was doing, my mind and my bodily parts were all astray, my tight black dress hem was climbing my stocking clad long legs, any higher and he would see I was 'Commando', shaved and looking like I did when I only used it for peeing.
He spun me as my naked crotch was exposed, and girl without her panties was definitely asking for a fuck, as my legs were opened and I fell across the back of the chair, prostrate and open, his cock, when he penetrated my wet and lubed cunt, slid all the way in, and only stopped when he crashed in my cervix, causing me to exhale with cock-shock, and to rise onto my tippy-toes.
Long and fat has a tendency to move your insides, and as he fucked me, he started to remind me of my status, 'A dirty cock loving whore', 'A cum slut', terms of endearment that would lable my wanton attitude to sex.
He grabbed my hair, now I was exposed as a whore under my facade of intelligence and ravishing beauty, I was just another well bred cum whore and I was treated and fucked as such, these attributes seem to give men more confidence as the attack our pussies when we are at our most vulnerable.
'How is she'? At last, my husband was alive while we continued fucking each other. 'She is and more of a great fuck like you said she would be'.
His words clobbered me with their impact, as he bore down inside my exhausted hole and began filling me with his baby fluids, his cries and tortured face as he came, and pumped with gay abandon into my cunt, this was never part of our plan, but it triggered a response in my own body as I felt the insemination an act of love, I started cumming too, and like him, it was a genuine cumming, as I tightened around his shaft and milked him dry, sucking his little spermatozoon deep into my fallopian tubes, I just prayed his wife would be as understanding as I was, as he lay atop of me, heaving and contracting.
That truly is a problem when you fuck a woman, you continue to fuck her, long after you have departed, I knew it then even if my husband did not, I was his bosses slut, his good time girl to fuck whenever he got a hard-on during office hours, and of course his baby making machine, and that folks is why I am divorced, and writing fuck stories for you guys to wank off to.