I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy while we kissed. He seemed to be testing the waters, almost teasing me. I ignored what he was doing to me down there and instead let myself get into the kiss. I kissed the boss with ferocity and a hungry passion. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I let him. I parted my lips and welcomed him, giving him unrestricted access. I tasted myself on his tongue this time. I was surprised at how fresh and clean I tasted. No wonder he couldn’t seem to get enough of me down there.
The boss’s tongue couldn’t stop exploring every inch and curve of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue, and I cried out, more from pleasure than pain. He sucked harder, and I writhed beneath him. He tweaked one of my breasts, and I kept still. He chewed on my lips again and let go a few moments later. He ran his tongue down my chin, neck, collarbones, tits, belly, navel and, finally, to the heavily moist mound that was waiting for him down there.
Then he rose up over me again, and this time, he plunged his rod right into my pussy. The size of his dick was quite small, yes, but the girth of it! My eyes flew open as I felt his cock inside me, almost filling me completely. It was as if his organ was made just for my pussy. I couldn’t help it. I moaned and groaned like mad, and the boss did the same. He gritted his teeth and went right on pounding into me. His considerable belly slapped against my flat belly and made slapping noises. I raised my hips and moved them in time with his thrusting. I couldn’t get enough the feel of his dick inside me. Thank goodness I was still thoroughly soaked, or that would have been painful.
The boss looked me in the eye as he pounded away. In and out, in and out his penis went into me. With one hand, he took a handful of my hair and pulled. There was a bit of pain, but it was also arousing. I nodded, and the boss tugged harder at my hair. I cried out loud, and he pounded even harder. I prayed I wouldn’t be too sore to do things tomorrow.
Suddenly, his eyes took on this glassy look. I was alarmed. Was he having a heart attack? Then his eyes cleared, and he told me he was going to come. I nodded. I felt an orgasm coming too but nowhere near as the boss was experiencing.
He cried out and began to thrash around like mad. He collapsed right on top of me, yet he went on pounding away. I removed my legs from his shoulders and circled them around his hips instead, urging him inside me, pushing his dick deeper into the wet depths of my pussy. My hips bucked and raised, and I began to writhe on the ground as well. My back arched, and I raked my fingernails on the boss’s back. He groaned and bit my shoulder.
I came a few moments after the boss. He poured all his fluids into me, and I felt them feel the cavern that was inside me. He shuddered and came one more time. His weight on top of me became heavier, and I knew he wasn’t going to come anymore.
I came just then. His cock was still inside me, and so it was washed again by my love juices. Not that I loved the boss. I held him close and cried out loud as another orgasm threatened to break my body, tear my limbs apart. It had been a long time since I had experienced something like this. I had almost forgotten how it felt like. I grew limp under the boss’s body. He wrapped his arms around me and sucked on a nipple as I panted heavily, tried to catch my breath and steady my beating heart.
I couldn’t believe it. I just had sex with the boss, my next-door neighbor and a man I loathed completely for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger to.
That first sexual meeting happened two months ago. Since then, the boss and I have continued to meet up and do one of the things we enjoy and do best. I still dislike him, but his sexual prowess is another matter. The man was good-gifted, actually. Right now we are thumping away in my parents’ bedroom. It’s a weekday, and both my folks are out. The boss and I have taken to more risky things. We enjoyed the sense of daring and boldness our escapades entail. We even did it once in the parking lot of his office. I was sprawled over the hood while he pumped away behind me. Anybody could have seen us in there, but nobody did. That’s all that matters.
I don’t know how long this sexual affair would last. I’m not even sure if I want it to. If it does go on, fine. If it doesn’t, it’s still fine. To his credit, the boss had stayed true to his promise of not leaking the photos and videos of me in the nude. Even I haven’t seen the said incriminating files themselves, but I have no intention of finding out if they were completely true. What did it matter now? The boss had gotten his way with me. He has had my body several times, and it looks like there’s no stopping him from having it several times even more. There are times I feel like I’m a sex object for the way the boss is treating me. But what right do I have to complain? We’re not lovers. I’m not his girlfriend, nor is he my boyfriend. What we are to each other is unimportant; it’s the meeting together and sexual encounters that, well, count. I don’t know what to think of this anymore.
That being said, I better go. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and the boss has called, asking me if I can babysit his daughter for about two hours. Isabella had been down with something, and she’s too weak to attend school for today.
Of course, I said yes.
My Nancy
I’m Keith. For several weeks, I have been fantasizing about my brother Peter’s babysitter. Her name is Nancy Walters. She’s been with us for almost a few months already. I never really noticed her at first because she’s the quiet type and she’s wearing a pair of thick milk glasses. Her hair was usually caught in a tight bun and she was always wearing baggy clothes. Truth be told, her style was not totally my type. All I know was that, she has this huge lips and a slight under bite which I find really irresistible.
It was only a weeks ago when we saw her transform. She has a new boyfriend, she said. Since then, she dressed a lot better and cooler. Her hair was no longer in a bun, in fact she grew it longer and changed her hair colour from brown to chestnut. She no longer wears her thick glasses. Instead, she opted for contact lenses that reveal her eyes. Plus, she no longer wears baggy clothes anymore.
It was the first time I saw her look so good and since then, I was not able to get her off my mind. Perhaps her best feature next to her lips is her ass that I long to get a handful of. I have dated plenty of girls in the past. However, I find them all too easy. Nancy is different. In fact, she does not pay me any attention. Maybe that’s why I am so attracted to her. She’s a challenge. She can be feisty and has a temper too, at least when it comes to me. When it comes to my mom or my brother, she’s very amicable and sweet. I wonder why she hates me a lot.
What I like most about her is that she’s opinionated and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. I’m kidding of course. What I like most about her is her body. I saw glimpses of this when the entire family went swimming last Tuesday. She was wearing this bright pink swimsuit that showcased her long legs and her breasts to perfection. When she went out of the water and she was cold, you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I was not able to sleep that night, thinking about how they look like nuts against the thin fabric. I thin she saw me looking at her that day because she’s been rather cold ever since.
I used to never pay attention to Peter’s babysitters. Of course, it’s a given that I do not come to this house pretty often-with work and all that. However, I have seen a few of them yet I’ve never been this hooked. I would watch her all the time, but that’s all. I haven’t mustered any courage to do more until…
It was just the two of us then. I was in my room and she decided to wait in the living room for Peter to arrive. My grandparents brought him to stay with them for a few days and he was due to arrive that day. For some reasons, Nancy came earlier than expected. She was at the living room reading some books. She was wearing some tight jeans and a pink knitted sweater-looked pretty hot. I went inside the living room pretending to look for something.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Umm, nothing. Have you seen the pizza brochure?” She reached over the stacks of magazine in front of her and gave me what I was “looking” for.
“Here.” She didn’t even look at me.
“What do you want on your pizza?”
“Pepperoni, lots of cheese, and olives. And absolutely no pineapple.”
“Got that.” I grabbed the phone and made a call to the pizza place. Pizza is the last thing I wanted though.
“So, how’s it going with the new guy?” I asked.
