(F21) Heather has amazing tits [MMFF 4some]

I got on my knees, Heather was spread wide across the long hotel ottoman, moaning. Graham was fucking her with his tongue, a finger maybe two in her ass. I wanted to join him but I dared not interrupt this time around. His cock was hard and I wanted to suck on him too. Darren was still recovering from blowing his load down Heather’s throat, but he was semi hard and I knew he wouldn’t be sitting this out.

I shyly reached across the ottoman and groped Heather’s supple tits. I looked down at her face, I couldn’t stop myself, I kissed her hard and felt my pussy tense with arousal. She reached up and grabbed my boobs. Her tits felt fantastic, huge, perky. She put my nipple in her mouth and gently sucked it. I was gushing, I wanted more. I never had been very attracted to women but she was something else, she was perfect. Her soft lips, her perfect boobs, I wanted to fuck her all night long, with or without the guys. As I groped at her boobs I felt completely mystified by her amazing body. Tight, lean, impossible curves in the best places. It was incredible! I leaned over further and lightly kissed her nipple, familiarizing myself, I parted my lips and let my tongue do the work. She moaned, *mmmmm* my pulse raised, my pussy gushed more and I sucked at her harder. My tongue and fingers went to work on her, I was ecstatic hearing her moan. Her nipples were hard in my mouth, I wanted so badly to keep her for myself but I knew Darren and Graham would fiercely object.

“The Vouyer” (ILMBFM part 7)

After I dried off, I stepped into the foyer again, bare. My Boss was out on the balcony in the dark, sitting on a chair. He was finishing a phone call although I wasn’t close enough to make out what about. He finished and said through the open door, “Out here.” I approached him from behind and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, sliding a hand into his open shirt. My bare breasts pressed the back of his neck. He had put on a pair of boxers and fixed himself another drink. His chest hair turned me on. He felt so masculine under my fingers. The balcony overlooked the beach, we were looking at a bright moon across a calm ocean. “I like it here,” I whispered, stroking his chest. “You’re not the only one enjoying the view,” he motioned to a man a floor up, across from us. His bay windows faced ours. The man had lights on in his room, revealing his silhouette and a low lit face. He waved a hand at my bosses gesture. My boss nodded in approval. I stepped in front of him, gripped the railing with my arms stretched wide and bent over. I heard my boss moan, “Good girl. Mmm. You catch on quick, don’t you?” just before he reached out, grabbed my hip and pulled me into his lap, “I love that ass.” I laughed and kissed him passionately, letting him know I wanted him. He looked at me and with a smirk said, “Let’s give him a show he won’t forget.”

“The Dessert” (Pt 6 of I Let My Boss Fuck Me)

We sat down for dinner. A table in the back, he tipped the maitre d’ and asked for some seclusion. He was always in control. The waitress, Heather, was tall and lean, dirty blonde with an hourglass figure. He was gawking at her, paying her compliments and being overtly friendly. She glanced my way several times, as if to say I’m sorry for his behavior. He ordered an expensive meal and drinks like always. Vodka on the rocks with a twist. The conversation was light, until…

“The Sleeping Dog” (Part of the I Let My Boss F Me saga) [F21+M31]

***Ahh god*** *CJ moaned as he dropped to his knees. His tongue massaged my clit….*

*ahh, ahh, ohhhhh CJ, don’t stop* I loved when he used his tongue to make me cum *ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh* I ran my fingers through his hair, my toes curling as they hung in the air above his back, his tongue was deep inside of me, *ohhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh oh my god CJ* he was so good at licking my pussy and fucking me with his tongue *holy shit ahh ahhh ahhhh* I started to orgasm hard, getting fucked this way was my absolute favorite.

Just as I edged over, I felt my pussy tighten hard and my body relaxed intensely, CJ slipped two fingers in and I was gone, in sheer bliss, completely lost to my orgasm *ohhhh ohhhhhh ahhhhhh* he was a guitarist, he knew just how to move his strong fingers inside a woman to make her beg for more, and he knew his skill set well, he was proud of his abilities. *yeah, give it to me, sweet thing* he whispered confidently, watching me orgasm just for him. Writhing across the couch, he knew no one else could made me squirm this way *ahhh, yeah, sweet thing, keep going* he kept fingering me, his thumb flicking my clit, *give it up for me* he said with his characteristic smirk. *ahhhhh mmmmmm* another tidal wave, *oooohhhhhh* I was losing control…

I Let My Boss Fuck Me, 4.2: The Very Bad Girl

*”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…*

CJ smirked, “Yeah, I’m down with that. I’m actually in town until Saturday, so… I’m all yours sweet thing.”
I’d pulled on a just-a-bit tight, white t-shirt and dark grey yoga pants as we sat down to eat lunch. We chatted for a couple minutes, caught up, flirted. The tension was rising between us again. We’ve always been like this, except now we had a more preferable outlet…

I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 4: I’ve Been A Bad Girl (a memoir) [F22] [MF]

***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.

I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 3

I got back to our office with 10 minutes to spare. There was no one around. The only car in the lot was my bosses. All of the lights on the outside of the building were off but I could see a faint glow of the upper hallway streaming down onto the stairs. I ascended the staircase and could feel the cold air draft up between my legs. I walked through the hallway and couldn’t hear or see anyone. As I made my way to the next hallway, I was nearing his office. I took my coat off and carried it. The office was about 60 degrees and my nipples were rock hard. As I turned the last corridor, about 10 steps from his office I felt a chill, suddenly my arms were being held to my sides and I was pressed, face first up against the cold, hard wall.

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I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 2.5

I went home at 3:00pm. I wanted to freshen up before meeting him at 6:00pm. He said I was in for it and I couldn’t help but wonder what that meant. I walked in the door and immediately stripped off my clothes. There was something so freeing about walking around my apartment bare. I walked straight into my room, reached into my nightstand for my vibrator, turned on my laptop and searched *”give it to her hard”* on PornHub. *Ahh! Yeahhh* I squealed as I came across a slender woman, with round, massive, yet somehow perfectly perky tits, getting absolutely pounded from behind by none other than Johnny Sins. It instantly got my fluids draining. I laid back against my pillows, caressed my large breast and slid my vibrator in. *Ohh* it felt so good to be penetrated. It was mid-day and my neighbor wasn’t home from work. I let myself get loud. *In* ahh, ahh, *out* ooohh ahh *in* pinching my nipples felt great, ahhh ahhh *out* I was so wet, all I could think about was being humped hard, his balls slamming into my clit, my tits swaying with every hard thrust, my round ass jiggling and pounding as he fucked me, ooohhh the thought of my boss fucking me, my *boss* was *fucking* me *in, out, in out* ahh ahh ahh, I was about to cum, I was completely lost in the memory of last night, getting absolutely railed felt so fucking good *in, out, in, out, deeper, faster, in, out* Ahhh! Ahh! Getting loud made it better. I was just about to cum when I realized, I should film this. I should tease him. Why not? He teased me. I reached for my phone and propped it up in front of my cunt, recording every second. I went at it, hard and fast, dripping and screaming, my legs started to shake and I let out a massive moan as I came all over my pink vibrator. I whispered his name. I wanted him to know it was his hard fuck making me moan. I ended the recording and immediately sent it to his phone. I laid there, I played with my tits, I rubbed my pussy with my fingers. I wanted him to see me. I wanted to film our next romp so I could touch myself to it anytime I needed. It would be proof that I’m a slut. Confirmation of my hot sex.

I Let My Boss Fuck Me, Part 2 (MF, Blowjob)

Last night was *intense*. My boss had driven me home to change before work. I thought I’d give him a little something, as a gesture of gratitude for making me orgasm so many times…I wore my long hair down, my lips blanketed in red lipstick, and a tight cardigan blouse with a black lace bra and a tight skirt that showed off the round curves of my ass. Of course, heels to finish the look. I wasn’t sure if I was trying to give him eye candy or tempt him into fucking me more. All I knew was I’d never felt myself craving *sex* before, thinking about *dick* before, wanting to be *fucked* before. Was this what being a slut was? I *loved* it.

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I Let My Boss Fuck Me (MF, Doggystyle, Power dynamics)

I was 21 and had just started a new job. It was 6 months after my first breakup. I had only ever slept with my ex boyfriend a couple of times, I didn’t have much experience with sex, and he wasn’t satisfying at all. I found myself playing with my pussy nearly twice a day. I wanted, *needed* to be penetrated again. My 5’2″ hourglass figure – 34Ds and a fairly sizable backside – was desperate for cock. Fingering myself wasn’t enough.

My boss was in his 40s. He was tall, about 6’3″, athletic. He had dark hair and even darker eyes. He was very controlling, often rude to employees, and made at least 6 figures. He was feared, respected, and a complete mystery to most of our peers beyond being a strict, quick-witted boss.

One night, I got drunk and brave (drunk and *stupid*). I texted him, we flirted. The next morning I was nervous, did he think badly of me? Would he let me go? Did he like the flirting? He let me wonder and worry until just before noon.

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