***I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 4: I’ve Been A Bad Girl (a memoir)***
We left the office pretty late. We stopped at a fast food place for a quick burger and an ice cream. I think my boss just liked to watch me lick up my vanilla cone. Before we parted ways, he said “hey, what’re your plans for the weekend”?
“Oh, um, ya know I guess I hadn’t thought about it. Laundry I suppose. Haha”
“What if, instead, you and I take a drive up the coast? Leave Friday, come back Sunday?”
“Um. Yeah. Yeah, that could be really…fun.” I said coyly.
“Alright I’ll pick you up Friday at 3pm. But listen… OK, I’m going to give you a list of things to do.”
“Um, haha, alright sure.”
“Here’s $300 cash. I want you to call in sick tomorrow and Friday. Relax. Go shopping. I’ll take care of the rest. You just take a nice hot bath when you get home and I’ll text you later, ok?”
With a grin, I accepted. He handed me $300, kissed my forehead and slapped my doughy ass as I turned toward my car. “Drive safe baby, and I want proof of that long hot bath.” He said with a wink.
As I drove home I fantasized about this weekend. I couldn’t help but feel myself up. My big, tight, plump boobs. My soft pink nipples. I gave myself a light pinch. They stiffened, *mmph*. My thick, muscular thighs. I ran my hand down one, imagining a very horny man about to devour my pussy. I slid my fingers into my panties. *Mmmm* My round, bubble butt. *Ohhh* My small, pink cunt – I had to remember not to get too distracted on the drive. I wanted to know what he was so attracted to… I thought if I fantasized about myself maybe I’d somehow find ways to be even sexier for him.
As I pulled into my carport, my phone alerted me to a text that read “Get yourself some lingerie, 4 or 5 different outfits. See you Friday evening. How’s that bath coming?”
I drew my hot bath, I took some photos…My tits, covered with bubble bath suds. My hard nipples between my fingers while palming my big, dripping wet tits. My pink clit, legs thrown over either side of the tub. My ass as I bent over, toweling off my ankles. And one extra fun one: showing off my wet pussy from behind with two fingers inside as I bent over. And finally, one of me, ready and waiting, lips, breasts, and legs spread wide, all within frame. I proudly sent them to him as “proof ;)” of my “very relaxing” bath.
He responded “Cock tease. You’re being such a bad girl.”
As I exited my bath, I walked past my floor length mirror, looked at myself and dropped my towel. I looked like a slut, I thought, a “Bad Girl”. My ass and boobs were impossibly tight yet fat, plump, more than a handful, glistening with fresh lotion. My waist, small, hourglass. Perfect for muscular arms to grip. I wondered why I never saw it before. I wondered what it was like to see me naked, to see me fucking. To see my breasts and ass jiggling as I orgasmed. Was I as sexy and slutty as these girls I’d seen in porn? Sexier maybe? Is that possible? I wanted to know. I needed confirmation. What was it like to fuck a girl, anyway? What was it like to wrap my arms around those soft, firm curves? I was curious. I groped my breasts, ran my hands slowly down my body, slid them around my round ass,… my fingers found that sweet pussy again. I laid down in front of the mirror, staring at my body, and I imagined myself getting fucked, then imagined riding some cock, and then out of nowhere I was picturing a woman with a similar body type to mine but with blonde hair and even bigger titties… she was so sexy…her breasts bouncing as she rode cock, pink lips, head tilting back, hips bucking,… I wanted her to ride me, I wanted her boobs against mine as we licked each other’s tongues, I wanted to smell her perfume, I wanted to lick her nipples and then every inch of her perfect pussy, I wanted to make her orgasm on my tongue…. I shuddered hard on the floor as I squirted in pleasure. *ahh ahh ahh*… I was a *very* bad girl…
I woke up late the next morning. Still curious, still naked…I had an idea. I slipped on a tight, white, tank top and some boy-short panties, they hugged every curve of my ass in the right places. I skipped a bra. My shirt was just a glance too long away from being see through. I phoned my friend CJ. He had known me since I was a kid but he was 10 years older. From about 14 onward I recall being really turned on by his broad shoulders, long legs and his sly, cunning smile and brown eyes. He was 6’3″ and he worked out. He was a huge flirt, always had 2 or 3 girls circling at a time, sometimes more. Confidence like no other. I asked him to come have lunch at my place.
CJ and I flirted regularly but never crossed that line before. When he walked in, he looked me up and down. His gaze lingered on my tight shirt, as if he wanted to rip it off. “Come inside…” I said. “Yeah, oh, haha, Hey!” he tried to brush it off, “how’ve you been?” “Oh, I’m *amazing*” I said, “and I’ve wanted you for so long.” “Uh, yeah, I always hoped you’d ask me over… for .. lunch.” I stared at his body, looking him up and down. I made it obvious that my banter was implying sinful thoughts. He leaned into my space, hand against the wall. I bit my lip. CJ looked at me, held my gaze, and suddenly as if he couldn’t hold back anymore kissed me like I was a long lost lover. He reached around my waist and lifted me up, my legs fell around his hips, strattling him, my boobs bouncing under my shirt with his movements.”I’ve always wanted you, CJ.” I moaned in his ear. I gasped as he kissed me hard, he moved down my neck and sank his teeth in. *AhhhhMMMMphh* the slight pain made my heart rate soar, he nibbled my collar bone and carried me to the kitchen table, setting me on top. I looked up at him longingly as he stripped off his shirt. I loved his tattoos, his lean body, his beard, his smile. I wanted him. He looked at me, grabbed my tank at my cleavage with both hands and ripped it open, exposing my bare breasts and giving us both a massive adrenalin rush, *ahhhohmygod ahh*. He kissed me again hard while he pulled off my panties. He unzipped his pants, trying to keep his lips locked with mine, hungry with anticipation. “Want to know a secret?” he whispered in my ear. *ahh ahh, mmm yeah* I gasped out a hushed voice, trying to whisper back as he bit my neck again, sucking on my skin, making chills rise and fall down my spine. He leaned his forehead to mine, looking me in the eyes, and said “I’ve always wanted you too.” kissing me again. This time leaning me back, tacking my hands to the table under his. He slid himself into me. *urmmmphhh, fuuuck* I sighed. His cock filled me. He went slow, “*ahh, fuck* you’re tight baby” he said with his sly smile. He was handsomely hung, and he knew it. He pumped and sent shivers down my spine, *ahh ahh* I was gasping as my body instantly relaxed into his, my arms still pinned. I wanted him, I needed him, I let him take me, in those moments, I was his and his alone. He pumped harder, gripping the table. My freed hands found his bearded face, I kissed him, I licked his lips and tongue and my back arched in pure ecstacy. *ahh, ahh, ahhhh* I was having the most intensely simple orgasm I’d ever had. He smelled so good, it was so comfortable to let him fuck me. It was so hot to think, I could’ve pinned him down at 15, pulled my pleated skirt up and sat on his cock knowing we both wanted it… but we held back for so many years. Finally! Giving in to the tension felt right. It was pure bliss, my entire body felt like I was floating, nothing mattered. CJ grunted and gasped hard, he was cumming too, perfect timing. He pulled his cock out of me and slid between my cheeks, my ass crack filled with cum as he shot a hot massive load that exploded across my plump rear…
As we ate, I asked CJ for a favor.. “CJ, was I …good?” “*What?!*” he coughed, “good?! You were … *out of this world*!” I blushed, “You were my 3rd.” He coughed more, “*Ah, er, holy shit*” He was basically speechless. “Can we … let’s do it again!” “As soon as I’m done eating” he said with a wink. “But CJ… Can we film it this time?…and by the way, I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow afternoon.”
I had a terribly *bad* idea…
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