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Chapters 1-3
In the real Christine, who has been my model; to Evelyn who both helped me in my difficult times, Natacha At my tender without which life would be so different. To all those and all those who try to overcome the difficulty of loving 'differently', despite the prejudices and who do not give face still many obstacles on our path.
1.
A new chief of staff The news was finally dropped: the Minister had to thank his chief of staff. In our stage, that of the hostesses, this departure as no surprise that announced for several weeks. The chatter went well underway when the sacrosanct lunch break: each went there for his comments. - Oh! I've never been this frame pignouf! Cried the buxom Sonia. And she added: With little pig eyes fouinaient everywhere ... Wow! ! Hou, the ugly ... This lapidary sentence provoked a general laugh. - What was ugly! Suzanne bids early, freeing visibly weighing. - Me, he always reminds me of my old maths teacher! Françoise stated, the attendant phone. Mylène, a little red in the face dotted with freckles spoke to me: He probably dredged you, Dominique, right? She leaned her question by insisting look. A heavy silence fell and all eyes converged in my direction. I did not know where to hide. I curse the little fool Mylène who could not help ... With her little mouse face, it was a bit like Marlène Jobert. She stared at me with his stubborn air, visibly impatient to finally get - by force - answer to a question that I had asked many times and I always avoided. Mylène was rather kind of glue pot. She had beaten me a few months to the Ministry, and since the day I took my position at home, she had not stopped harassing me. Obviously, it would make me strongly desired a friend, a very dear friend ... his girlfriend, to be precise. It never failed, whenever we crossed paths in the hallway, which frequently happens, send me a greedy smile, often accompanied by an eloquent glance towards my chest. Admittedly, on this side, I'm pretty well stocked. This generous gift from nature soon proved a poisoned chalice: from my f******n years it took me to use all sorts of tricks to try to hide a chest early imposing the leering of the vast majority of men - a significant number of women -. I could cross Bored supported glances which did not fail to gratify my visitors Cabinet, I begged Irene, our eldest and supervisor, to give me another job that direct home visitors. It fell on my breasts properly enclosed in a strict suit cutting a little amused look that I interpreted as an accomplice, and told me, to my great relief, the responsibility of the visitor of one minister. Fewer, they showed themselves much more reserved. In return, I was entitled to a silent court, but oh so pressing, the Minister in person.Handsome man, rather large, extremely elegant, this Conservative sexagenarian never failed to send me, whenever I introduced a visitor, a greedy smile supported by a glance unequivocal. Mortified, Mylène was able to report of the Ministerial favor which I became the object. She conceived a fierce jealousy. question she had asked me therefore surprised me, but suddenly faced with the convergence looks of the whole team, I was pretty distraught. So what was my relief when I heard the saving words of Irene, with a loud voice: Come on, ladies! The break is over, return to your posts, please. I spoke to Irene with a look of recognition. She awarded me a brief glance before to return to the office of Minister blink. Despite the poor
Mylène was almost palpable! few days later, we were all convened in the conference room. Irene had told me the same morning as the new chief of staff had taken office. - You will be surprise! I had she said with a strange smile. I had not been able to get more.
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So there we were, all gathered in the great hall richly carved paneled ceilings. The conversations were rife. All wondered what was going to look like their new boss. After a few minutes, Irene joined us. Ladies, please! Intima does. The silence then ensued, those were seated arose in a single movement, and we waited, staring at the door. Moments passed that seemed endless, and the new Chief of Staff of the Minister made his entrance. I stifled an exclamation of surprise: the new chief of staff was a woman, what a woman! Tall, slender, beautiful, rare elegance in a pearl gray suit that suited her to perfection.She was a beauty breathtaking. It emanated from his person a kind of aura that inspired immediate respect. She had locked her hair, probably abundant, a beautiful light brown color in a tight bun. She wore a pair of glasses with thick black border which gave him a stern look. His eyes, wide and slightly almond, were a pale blue water, almost transparent. On the impenetrable gaze, she slowly ran our little meeting. She took the time to measure the eye each of us, as if looking from the outset to get an idea of what we could make. When her beautiful blue eyes rested on me, as I was panicked. I felt myself melt under the inquisitive gaze. I do not however looked down, leaving me as penetrated by a fluid spill that I felt in me. The feeling was strange: a mixture of fear and fascination. Without a doubt, we were in the presence of a strong woman. It seemed to me - but I was too impressed to be sure to remember it accurately today - it lingered somewhat on me, all my browsing silhouette top to bottom and from bottom to top. Anyway, it is clear that this brief review we all disturbed; most of us still talking a few weeks later. She gave us a short speech, assuring us that it relied on our dedication, our availability and tact. His voice was like his appearance: a beautiful medium, wide and warm, authoritarian and majestic. I kept this first contact a complex impression, mixture of admiration and awe. One thing was clear: we should walk to the strip! It seemed obvious to me that we could hardly afford to make mistakes. At the beginning of the following week, I was called into the office of our new boss. It is not without trepidation that I crossed the padded double door on which a plate of shiny copper simply posted: "Christine Zamann. Chief of Staff. " I walked, experiencing great apprehension in the middle of the large room richly furnished. I noticed the appearance of beautiful tropical plants and pleasant smell that filled the place. It changed me for the smell of cigars and old paper chef outgoing cabinet. Sitting at a large table, unobstructed except open before her file, some minor office supplies and a combined ultra modern with multiple functions, the new hostess was on the phone conversation. She did not pay me any attention at first, then suddenly asked me a short and precise to sit in front of it on one of the chairs next to his desk gesture. While pursuing her
interview, she looked at me again in an insistent manner, as if trying to guess me to discover me. I thought I perceived in his penetrating gaze as a hint of irony or fun. I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, which increased my discomfort. I thought I literally melt when his eyes rested on my chest for a moment before rising along my neck and stop on my lips. The ironic light had turned into something much more subtle that I do not identifiai. Suddenly she hung a small bright gesture. Bien! she said, without preamble. Miss, I want to tie you to my personal service. Though pronounced with a soft, calm voice, the phrase had sounded like an order. She continued: -You will stand at my disposal at all times and be ready to respond to any request ... without delay. ? It is understood Taken aback, not knowing if I should rejoice or scare me, I stammered: -Uh ... yes ma'am, yes, of course ... as you please. Mademoiselle! She corrected him with an amused smile. I bit my lip. I noticed, however, she was not wearing alliance. How could I forget? -Excuse me, miss me ...! I said sheepishly. I felt ridiculous. -It does not matter, she says. Irene will tell you the procedures. You have three days to make arrangements. Visit here Monday at the first time. Here! that's it. See you later, Dominique. Do you mind if I call you Dominique? It was just a question. I nodded.Yes, yes, of course. Goodbye, my ... miss ... My respects. But she listened to me more, already diving, pensively in the spread before her record. It was not strictly speaking a promotion, but this function envied represented a significant privilege; the sullen looks, downright hostile gratified me with some of my colleagues the next day achevèrent to convince myself. few days, this fascinating woman had taken an extraordinary influence on me. Curiously, I who am not yet capable of letting me lead by the nose, I felt no bomb and was in no way put off by the net workload and significant increase in my responsibilities. Instead, I tried to fully meet the requirements of my new boss that already, I revered. I was always ready to take a case to the Minister or an urgent fold, to be transmitted to a circular punched cards to modify or emergency call any employee. This was always available in a short time, woven between this woman - I knew nothing - and I, poor willing slave, a unbreakable bond. A significant positive aspect was that overtime, which were rapidly accumulated, were handsomely paid
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A love of boss ... 3 31 Bilitis 2. Inaccessible. That night, a Friday, we met both locked in his office while almost all staff had left. I had to bring him to the minister the green note she expected; She cast a quick glance at the document DISPLA a smirk, then sank into the broad leather sofa that sat in the back of the room, heaving a deep sigh. -Phew! I'm broken! she said. This was the first time I saw her relax a little and I felt some discomfort, as if I had violated her privacy. At the same time, the discovery of this unexpected weakness triggered in me a sense of complicity, almost tenderness. I had the most normal human discover more and more accessible, somehow. She took off her glasses and slid his tie which she had to loosen the knot. She took a deep gulp of air and gave me - a rare thing - a broad smile. . While I felt
honored and at the same time, intimidated Seeking what I might do to relieve, I heard myself say: -Would you? mass that I neck Blushing immediately at my audacity, j 'sketched a small step back it does not seem to notice. -What a great idea! she said. I think I needed it. Having recovered, she took a nimble move the pin that held his eternal knot and released a beautiful and abundant hair that spilled over her shoulders in long, silky curls, slightly curled . I felt my heart begin to bump into my chest. And abandoned in the darkness that filled this part of the large room, it seemed to me a radiant beauty. She put her hands on either side of her thighs, the leather sofa, closed his eyes and bowed head slightly forward. I realized that it was up to me to act now, and out of my torpor admiration, I approached. Bypassing the couch, I went into his back. I had a hesitation when my fingers would come into contact with the skin of his neck. I had the impression of being about to commit a kind of sacrilege. Thus, I would feel this wonderful woman, I would dare lay a hand on this being sublime object of awe of all, and that intimidated me at the highest point. I was shivering. At the same time, I realized that I would have given my place for anything. I gently put my hands on the nape offered. The skin was soft and silky. I felt light blond lie to pass my fingers were careful to begin a slow and careful down back and forth along the neck sore.The muscles in his neck were hard as wood and it took me a while to get to relax. To increase the effectiveness of my massage, I insinuated myself further under the shirt, covering an area larger flesh. To help me, my boss released the top buttons of her blouse. Where I was, overhanging, I could contemplate at leisure the body of my boss who had completely abandoned my caresses. I could not help but glance in the cut that had appeared. The birth of two large breasts proved to present to my admiring gaze. I was seized with a sudden urge to feel these two masses of flesh that waddled gently to the rhythm of my comings and goings. Me being slightly bent forward, I could see a fine lace bra blue silk, which clearly could hardly contain voluminous chest Christine. Immediately repressing my thoughts, as displaced as guilty, I continued my massage. I winced when I heard speak in a slightly hoarse voice !-God is good ... Continue my little Dominic. It makes me crazy good! ... You're good, you know! She finished, punctuating his words with a chuckle. It emanated from his person a smell, slightly peppery, sweating which made me fire up the temples. I felt at the crotch characteristic tingling that began to frighten me. What I felt for this woman was no longer only the admiration was the desire! This observation upset me and I congratulated myself to be so placed in his back, out of reach of his piercing gaze. But things were nearly ended in disaster when she said, bluntly: Thanks, Dominique, it will go like that! Highly withdrew the hands of his neck and tried so ridiculous, to blend into the surrounding darkness. But already, she stood and faced me. She put on his black-rimmed glasses terrible and shut the buttons of her blouse. I am reluctantly away both generous globes behind the fine linen fabric. I thought faint when interrupting his gesture, she frowned and stared at me. -What did you Dominique? You are scarlet! Ah ... ah ... I stammered, completely panicked, I ... - I wanted to drag me under rich Persian carpet - I think ... I have a little warm. indeed I burned ... desire, shame. gaze of the woman who had, against his will, to seize my senses, became suspicious, the time of a flash. It was so short that the next moment, I doubted the relevance of my perception.
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A love of boss ... 4 31 Bilitis -Bon! Well I think we deserved to go to rest, is not it? she said, displaying a wide smile that seemed to me, saying I did not know why, slightly forced. 'Yes! I replied, a little voice that trembled. Rest well! I rushed off to the office door, not daring to look at her. I was about to cross the threshold when I heard call me ! Dominic My blood froze in my veins. Taking upon me, I turned calmly, trying to smile so acceptable. Standing in the middle of the room, Christine looked at me a long time without saying anything, staring at me intently. Obviously, she was trying to guess the reasons for my excitement. I tried to calm, but I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. His eyes seemed cold and harsh. I saw a strange light switch that I do not identifiai. Her lips parted, I saw her swallow and heard him say, in a hoarse voice: -Thank you Dominique! Good weekend. Our eyes remained as hanging a moment. I could not guess what she felt in that moment magical and awesome, delicious and terrifying. I finally tore and fled like a thief. soon as I was back in my little apartment, I rushed into the shower to try to calm my senses wild. A few minutes later, naked, in front of my mirror, trying to soak my hair, I began to wonder what my new boss would feel to see me. She would feel a certain pleasure in watching my body, to caress, to discover the intimate details? Would she like to knead my chest, his hands go my fluffy thighs? I tried to imagine the scene, and this evocation, I felt my crotch wet and my breasts were covered this tingling that led me to so many doors voluptuousness. I imagined the hands of Christine browsing through my body. I began to fondle me vigorously breasts, crushing one another while trying to represent me the expression that would, at this show, Christine's face. I began to undulate in the mirror, facing a growing excitement. I threw myself on my bed and started masturbating wildly, like a schoolgirl. I did enjoy several times, with a sort of frustrated rage, kneading my breasts swollen with excitement, trying to persuade me that c ' was in the hands of Christine and the malaxaient. All soaked wet and tears, I soon plunged into a fitful sleep. The next week I was a real torture. I had to face the facts: I was just in love with my boss!I aspired to be in his presence as much as possible; but if the opportunity arose indeed quite frequently, it was not every time to see a few moments, busy, unavailable, not paying me any attention. Sometimes I find myself close to her at his side in his scent, but as his shadow, while addressing other. then I took pleasure in listening to his shimmering voice to me leave overwhelmed by this emotion that overwhelmed me. It was a permanent punishment. This beautiful, intelligent woman, fine, racy, responsive, intuitive, I guessed; desirable in every respect, was there, beside me and I could not refuse him hastily some stereotypical formula or send him a brief report. He would just move me hand to touch and I spent my day to suppress the urge to make this gesture. The growing attraction I felt for this woman who had bewitched me turned to obsession. soon as I was in his presence, the air began to vibrate waves of desire came from my body to rush on his own; thousand hands, mine and invisible, sprang from my quivering skin and roamed her thighs, her belly, her breasts, her ass fingered, irritated the tips of her breasts slipped into her panties and penetrated her vagina; a multitude of languages roamed my belly, licking her areolas, her neck, her lips, her mouth penetrated then spun to her pussy and went nipping her clit ... I felt my breasts swell, my tips and my crotch itched threw me unbearable flashes. Oh! I was going
crazy! I began to fear finding myself in his presence. I seriously worried that my attraction is become impossible to conceal. I had more trouble and curb my senses, control my desire. More than once it happened to me I have to rush to the toilet to change me because I was wet like a maniac. How absurd! That, usually, when a guy or occasionally a girl, I liked it enough for me to respond to a look or a smile and the deal was done. I was here in the situation completely disarmed beginner. Who hardly ever had to undertake maneuvers of seduction, I knew nothing about the intricacies of difficult approaches. At most I was for fun, to change me too predictable customary ease, tackled some difficult cases: a beautiful teenager who hardly dared to look at me, paralyzed by shyness; richard pretentious and thought he could buy all the girls he wanted (I made him drool, that one!) or this brave guy, married to a real tigress and threw me despairing eyes.
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A love of boss ... 5 31 Bilitis I was again paying the price, unexpected, a sexy body too. Poisoned chalice, a figure like mine! I arrived to regret again be well built, as when a young teenager, I was frightened it fevered eyes of men. Dominic, please bring this to Jean-Pierre, he needs immediately. The voice reached me through a cottony fog. Instinctively, I reached out and gathered the thick puffy shirt documents. Yes, yes, I will ... I mouthed. Me pulling the cruel sweetness of her presence, I left the office in tears. I really had to watch me. I knew I was about to crack I walked to the elevators with a mechanical not mind totally absorbed in my fantasies: I saw Christine, lying on the floor of his office, naked, languid, her hands tied to one of the legs of the table and trying to enjoy as a b**st while I licked her pussy blows voracious language. Eyes rolled back, she uttered a long moan ... -Okay, Dominique? Little Mylène shrill voice suddenly snatched my erotic reverie. She had joined me in the elevator. Returned to reality, I replied: -Well ... yes, okay ... thank you.! -You're pale! ... -It's nothing! Just a little tired. -Hey! We do not see you much more since you are in the private service of Her Majesty! She smirked. , Her Majesty? -Yeah! This is what they call the new boss ... Do not tell me you did not know. -If! I did not know! ... it goes well?-And -yes ... yes ... why would it not? She annoyed me, that little weasel, and I had only one desire: that elevator stops at the floor so I can plant it there and spinning! -She is demanding, right? ... The heavy metal doors were opening to slide the large hall. I rushed to the left knowing that Mylène would join his desk on the right. She added hastily: -In any case, she seems to like you! I stopped, turned to face him and could not help but ask: ?-What makes you say that too pleased have managed to hang me, Mylène not wait to be asked: -She had a pretty soap Genevieve groaning under the pretext that you had been selected because of ... well ... My heart began to beat blows. - Because of what? -Because of your physical, here! She blurted, pouting. -Due to ... ah! this example! I exclaimed, overwhelmed with embarrassment, hoping that my emotion is placed on the account of the surprise. I wondered how I was going to be able to get out this time, but, to my great relief, Mylène
continued: -That idiot had not heard the boss arrived. It was s**thing! ? Ah -She said, very calmly, "miss, know that people who work for me are selected according to their own motivations and skills, and for their dedication and their labor. You'd better try to be like him in this regard. Hold it to say. " And ... so what? Genevieve was mortified. She started crying after the departure of "Her Majesty". She displayed a low profile for at least three days. I did not know quite how I had interpreted the facts Mylène had to bring me. Thanks, Mylène! I whispered. The little redhead gave me a smug smile before to go on his side. 3. . Mylène The Interlude Things did not seem nearly arrange: I could not regain my composure and I was afraid of finding myself in the mesmerizing near Christine. I had to admit I was like a cat in heat and I do not quite see what might alleviate my suffering. I kept trying to imagine who could possibly share his life, who had the right to put his hands on this beautiful body, give him pleasure. Did she? She must have a lover, a man of his class, it was probably selected from a large yard. This thought made me to torture. I felt ready to all v******e. To divert and try to redirect my impulses, I remembered the pleasures that I could feel the arms hunks that I could send me the opportunity. As I loved these wild penetrations or more elaborate, as I enjoyed feeling the cock swollen with desire plow me with brutality or perseverance. I remembered the day the salesman gave me a tidy sum just to contemplate my chest at the bottom of underground parking. It also came to my mind disorder and powerful as I was with Jean-Jacques who broke like a b**st on my tits enjoying pleasure. These evocations away to calm down, were only further excite me and brought me even more cruelly painful subject of my present dissatisfaction.
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A love of boss ... 6 31 Bilitis I decided to give me a break: stop the toilet allow me to refresh myself and unwind a little. passed me I was water on the face and I finished mop of me when I saw Mylène enter. Really, it was unavoidable that! Ah! you're here! she said upon entering. I saw his eyes round and her cheeks red.Wondering what was taking him, I realized that I had to offer a curious spectacle indeed to better spray, I had generously ajar my blouse ... and eloquent image that sent me the large mirror on the column Central immediately enlightened me about the excitement of Mylène: my blouse was almost out of my skirt, my breasts half discovered went far beyond my support and areolas downright exceeded; all and offered a good provoking table. I immediately began to adjust me. Mylène approached me, experiencing a vigorous stirring. -Oh! Dominique, what you're beautiful! she looked at me, bewildered, his feverish eyes browsing through my body.My first impulse was to repel, and even scolded sharply, but the confusion that was displayed on his little face reddened with emotion me unseated somewhat. Taking my lack of response to a stimulus, Mylène literally threw herself on me. Dominique, Dominique! She gasped, forgive me, there is so long ... I ... She was really boosted. With a gesture resolved, she parted the folds of my shirt that I had not had time
buttoning and grabbed my breasts she immediately began to mix with passion. She gasped, eyes bulging. His tongue comically jumped from one corner to the other of its mouth wide open. She was experiencing a strong excitation. With surprising agility, his hands plunged into my back and my dégrafèrent support. I was so stunned that I could not make the slightest gesture of defense. Mylène gave a little squeal when released from their shackles, my breasts made a slight leap. His eyes were riveted to my chest and I saw his nose wings to beat wildly. -God you're beautiful! She uttered in a toneless voice. She shoved his head between my breasts she hit her cheeks and began to traverse the surface of my globes blows of language lovers. I've always been particularly sensitive to chest, and wild caresses Mylène, combined with state of nervousness and frustration in which I found myself almost immediately led me to an irrepressible excitement. I felt my breasts, Mylène continued to fondle and lick generously get to bend my tips hardened and I felt a warmth spread through my crotch. Returning the stomach within the scope of the excitement, I chambray better offer to me touching Mylène who, realizing that I gave up, redoubled his caresses. After I sent a quick glance where a gleam of triumph shone she began sucking me greedily, what finally engulf me. Confident now she insinuated a hand under my skirt, crossed the barrier ridiculous my panties and pushed his way into my already dripping pussy she immediately began to plow an expert finger while continuing to suck me and fondle me. This was too much under the combined effect of this triple caress and my nervousness, I let myself go and started to enjoy without restraint. Ultimately, we had indeed lost his mind both. I was the first to pull myself together. Mylène, which was probably still in the grip of a strong pleasure, kept me entwined. Head stuffed between my breasts, she rubbed her pussy convulsively on my thigh and pushed a curious complaint citing a crying infant. I took her head in his hands and forced him to look at me. She had rolled back, obviously eyes, she was in full swoon. Mouth wide open, she pumped the air repeated sips, like a puppy that ran too. It was something both pathetic and touching, as the grief of a little girl. I had to wait until the orgasm had passed and she calmed a bit. Gently, but firmly, I took her hands loosened his grip and pulled her up. She was dazed. She stammered: Oh, Dominique! What I have enjoyed, you have no idea! I ... I ... it's been so long I expected it! ... It's unbelievable ... I ... -Mylène enough! Adjust yourself, you're all upset. Anyone could enter, we were lucky. So saying, I readjusted myself, which was quite necessary. Softly, Mylène did the same. posted She is now a delighted smile, which was the gift of annoy me.Very quickly, I had the feeling of having committed a great blunder in me being let go as well. There was unfortunately no doubt that this little fool would take advantage of the incident. It would surely put the cover and, certainly, it would not fail to brag to one or another colleague. I shudder at the prospect and decided to take the lead in order to limit the damage. I turned to it which ended happened red lips and announced to him: -Listen to me, Mylène! What just happened between us was an accident, okay? There are two things you need to know: the first is that it will not happen again, ever; the second is that, if I find out anyone outside of us is aware, you can find another job. Have I been clear enough?
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A love of boss ... 7 31 Bilitis I had my tirade delivered a hard, husky voice that surprised myself. I must say that I was imbued with a cold anger against myself, against my weakness against my inability to control my senses. Stupidly happy face of the little redhead decomposed as and as I stated my threat. It was almost comical. She replied, a frightened tone: -Co ... as you like Dominique. You must not get excited ... I fortunately bénéficiais a certain influence on the naive though certainly capable of cunning, if not worse girl. I said, 'I want you to know that I do not want you for what has happened. We had a moment of madness and it is two that we made this mistake. But this does not change what I just told you, okay? Having looked at me a long time with an expression of amazement frightened, Mylène suddenly burst into tears. Going good! I said to myself, it was missing that! I took her head in her hands - she began to sob like a c***d - and stared without irritation or severity. I managed to tell him gently: -There, there! That's it! You have no reason to take this tragic, of course. sidera His reply to me: But, Dominique, I love you! She uttered, with great difficulty holding a new round of tears. Completely distraught, I did not know what to do. Moved by a sudden impulse, I kissed her lips, without haste. The irrepressible tremor that shook stopped. Still holding his head trapped between my hands, I find: -Do not be tubal especially, Mylène: this is to seal our pact Without giving him time to recover, I planted myself there and hastened to leave the places before having to wipe a new fit of despair. Trapped in the elevator shaft which brought me to the top floor, I remembered that, at the height of my excitement, it was the hands of Christine, who had walked my body, his lips sucked my breasts. The return to reality seemed very bitter. I feared now to find myself in the presence of Christine with on consciousness, what I already was considering a little stupidly perhaps, as infidelity. In fact, I was angry against myself: how could I have let myself go like this? Early Mylène had only enjoy my dismay, without even realizing what was happening in the background. The week that followed was a long and slow ordeal. In contrast, however, the days that preceded the incident with Mylène, I forbade myself to fantasize about Christine. I wanted my boss, my boss only, and I made up for not ineffective elsewhere, my frustration with increased zeal in the work. However, it happened to me, one evening in my cocoon, let me go to sob like a teenager. 4. Where the dream takes shape. This happened on a Saturday morning. The mere mention of the facts is sufficient even now to put me in a trance. On Friday evening, Christine, exhausted after a week overloaded, sunken eyes, gray complexion, asked wearily if I would consent to join her the next day in his office to help wrap some important urgent matters. When I answered, of course yes, I had a hunch as I approached that something would happen, something decisive. Taking a real apprehension, I tell myself that maybe I should have to change my mind, but curiosity, or some form of cowardice prevailed and I did not add anything. I spent an anxious night. The prospect of an entire morning with Christine terrified me. I was afraid it would eventually guess my crazy attraction to her and it takes therefore the only decision that I was not all ready had to endure: that send me. At the mere mention of a ball of anxiety began to weigh on my stomach. It is inhabited by a dull apprehension, heart pounding, stomach knotted as I reported the next day at the appointed time before the terrible and lovely lady who had, without doubt, made my life hell. Fortunately, Christine, who was already immersed in the examination of a large folder gave me little attention, merely mumble one or the other direction without contact me any
look. I found both mortified and relieved. I had never managed to detect any traces of these sometimes leave a sated body frolicking the night before. A brief but attentive examination led to the usual conclusion: nothing to report. She had not seen her lover, unless ... I preferred not construct any hypothesis, at least for now.
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A love of boss ... 8 31 Bilitis The morning, harassing, took place without incident, to my great relief: I arrived without much difficulty, to keep my concentration. I was slipping a final report in a shirt hanging when I heard Christine tell me in a clear voice: And voila! I think we can boast of having filled that damn late! It's not too early!I confess that I am foundered. Saying it sank in the big leather sofa. I gave him a smile that should be very pale. I could not help admiring her beautiful long legs nicely muscled, well designed curves asked casually on the shiny surface of polished leather. She had let her head rest on top of the file, rather high, the sofa, and in an attitude of relaxation, had closed eyelids. I felt my heart begin to beat wildly. The opportunity was too good: after weeks long weeks of stiff and stealth interviews where everything was as anxious, agitation, emergency, stress, now I could finally contemplate at leisure that dream body that radiated now every moment of my life, this wonderful object of my repressed desires. Knowing she could not see me, I began to eat the eyes, without restraint, without shame. I let my eyes go again sculptural legs, continuing the smooth curve that drew the inside of the thigh flat on the stiff leather. The miniskirt, high rise in the movement had done Christine to sit, no longer concealed great thing and I guessed, in the dark, the whiteness of panties I tried to imagine the sweet wetness. I felt my breasts harden when my greedy gaze dwells on generous shapes that filled the half-open blouse. I could see the birth of breasts, I designed an uncontrollable disorder. And languid, Christine was more beautiful than ever, and I had to contain a mad desire to throw myself on this beautiful body lying there inert, offered prohibited. reigned in the room a heavy silence, filled with a kind of religiosity, punctuated only by the regular breathing of Christine who had probably yielded to sleep. The moment was magical. I did not dare make the slightest gesture for fear of breaking the spell to wake the sleeper. I stood there, frozen, motionless, for a moment I am unable to express the duration;a moment of pure delight, of awe, of true worship. My senses were calmed somewhat as to let me collect a new feeling deep, intense, but I could not manage to identify. A mixture of peace, sacrifice, admiration and affection. I could not repress a shudder when suddenly rang, slightly hoarse voice of Christine: Dominic, be nice, could you repeat me a little massage like the other day? It made me so much good I felt invaded by a wave of panic. Christine had not opened his eyes and did not move an inch. Heart pounding, I went, biting my lip to force me to keep control of my emotions ... and my actions. Christine opened her eyes and gave me a smile that seemed a little forced. She sent him packing his shoes in the middle of the room and lay full length on the belly. I took a brief look at the plump buttocks my boss then shyly wines sit on a
small corner sofa, close it. I began to massage her neck and upper back through the thin fabric of the blouse. Before laying hands on it, I formally forbid any emotion. I tried to perform a series of purely technical gestures, and so mechanically, without any qualms. At first it worked pretty well and I managed to confine my mind in the close supervision of my actions, attentive only to their effectiveness. slowly undid the nodes under my fingers I dosais pressure accurately, varying the pace and magnitude of my comings and goings. It lasted quite a while and I thought I would get out of this ordeal without damage. But things would not be so simple. Christine, apparently rested, relaxed, expressed a desire to enjoy more before my masseuse donations. -You know you do it terribly well, Dominique! A real pro! Have you received any special training, taking courses? So saying, she sat up half and having made a slight movement, found himself sitting next to me. While talking, she began to unbutton her blouse nimbly. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, my head began to spin. Without sending me a look, Christine also unbuttoned his cuffs and then with his usual personable, took off her blouse she sank to the floor. As if drawn by a powerful magnet, my eyes riveted on the large chest Christine swung adorably contained in a soft green support adorned with a fine lace ribbon. My body was suddenly covered millions of needles. God that I found beautiful at this moment. Very short time indeed, because she immediately resumed his position lying on her stomach. Crushed by his weight, her breasts spilling on either side of his chest and I looked sumptuous curvature of these prohibited flesh.
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A love of boss ... 9 31 Bilitis I came to pull myself together and handed me a massage, carefully, cautiously, back to the admirable proportions that stretched before my eyes. Contact, direct this time, with firm flesh with a pleasant texture, gave me a well-being that I could not manage to repress. To better control the emergence of sinful thoughts that assailed me, I began to make large movements increasingly supported. I clasped hands below his waist and went up to the neck, punctuating my movement of small jolts that I repeated regularly to produce a kind of ripple stubborn. After repeating the process a few times, I put my hands on her floating ribs and pressed a few moments before releasing the pressure very gradually. I heard Christine pushing a "phew" Satisfaction. -It's good! Confirmed she a funny voice, half stifled by the pillow, no doubt. would I get my massage at the shoulders when I noticed that Christine buttocks up and down, slowly but steadily and a greater extent.I observed simultaneously at the time of the descent, she clenched her buttocks and spread her legs slightly. Doubt was not allowed: Christine was going to get excited. Moreover, as to sweep my last question, I noticed that his breathing was accelerated and was both faster and louder. Paralyzed, I dared not move, believes that, whatever I do, it would be a disaster. I would have liked to have seen nothing and be able to finish my massage a small sound or tap on the shoulder ... but I was not at my surprises. Christine raised himself on one arm, and a rapid rotation of the torso, rolled over one
shoulder and found herself lying on her back. Half naked, her statuesque body thrives on the soft leather couch. She had kept her eyes closed and had raised his arms above his head. She had red cheeks, but maybe it was because she had her head resting on the cushions for long minutes; she gasped, but perhaps she just regained his breath; his whole body seemed to shiver, but she was feeling the need to stretch after a massage ... but no! I could not fool myself any longer: it was indeed excited. I felt a warmth invade my lower body at the sight of the sensual image, provocative, erotic, that met my admiring glances. I was seized with an uncontrollable urge to put me to knead these two big tits waddled within reach of my fingers. My vision blurred, I felt all my body ablaze. As to continue the massage, I put my hands on her floating ribs which jutted over a flat, muscular stomach that stretched as a result of an obvious excitement. I began to slowly massage his lower ribs, his eyes fixed on her breasts that seemed to leap out of their close support. Two chubby globes, covered with a fine down blonde quivered under the blow of a growing excitement. Spikes, erect, were two small mounds around the distended tissue support. Christine opened her eyes. The look she gave me when I was like an electric shock. His fevered eyes burned with an intense fire, almost painful; his pupils constantly jumping from one of my eyes to another; a kind of rictus of pain distorted the right side of her beautiful face portion;his nostrils quivering nostrils like a horse ready to run at a gallop. Stunned, I stared, waiting for me to do is deal with what could only be a product of my delirious imagination, an illusion related to my state of frustration, an absurd fantasy. But delightfully moving image was waning at all. Having braced on her buttocks and shoulder blades, she pushed her chest now up while rolling it on his chest in a provocative calls. Her pelvis up and down in a slow and lascivious dance, expressing a strong surge of desire; his thighs were now wide open. I had often had the opportunity to contemplate the image of desire in all sorts of shapes and in all kinds of circumstances, but a desire so intense, tinted addition of a kind Desperate appeal, that I had never seen or even imagined. This languid body screamed, screamed his desire, writhing in obvious waiting to be hugged, mixed, triturated, perhaps abused. And I was there, paralyzed, as the most perfect fools, absolutely unable to respond to the demand for sex the most eloquent, rawest, most direct that I have ever been sent. I understood what was blocking me how could it be that this is not my boss - with all the authority at its disposal, while the influence she had on me - who have taken the initiative to draw me to it therefore that she showed the most blatant desire? Was it not in the nature of things Christine, my boss, my boss, my mistress, whom I revered, might dispose of me in his own way, according to its absolute whim? Clearly, the lead was rightfully his. A gesture, a look, a word would have been enough to throw myself at his feet, panting and willing. Why did she do anything? Really, I do not understand. She gasped, her hands kneading now the top of her thighs shamelessly open, she impressed on her pelvis strong ascension movements, his eyes vrillaient me as inhabited a kind of dementia.
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A love of boss ... 10 31 Bilitis And all of a sudden, I understood. I realized that this wonderful woman, this dream creature, this bombshell this insolent beauty, this incredibly sexy vamp, was actually completely stuck. He could not - I had to collect evidence - to dare the slightest gesture in my direction. It was then that the click occurred. Rather clicks, it was like the sudden collapse of a dam, like a big rocking motion, as if the world was reversed, as if I found myself suddenly invested with a wonderful power, gas and magical origin. I felt growing up, inflate, vibrate in a new and unknown power. Conversely, I felt dwarfed Christine, she was now relegated to the role of a pathetic scared k**. She suddenly seemed so weak, so helpless, so helpless and at the same time, if wildly beautiful! I was totally shocked, excited as I had never been. Suddenly, I let the floodgates. Things then went very quickly, in a kind of frantic and wild disorder. Forgetting all restraint, I crossed "the surface of the mirror" I threw myself on Christine with a v******e that I do not sought to contain. Our hungry bodies immediately riveted to each other, our lips made contact, and this was a delightful burn. Voraciously, my tongue entered his mouth and his tongue sought to expect. Our saliva intermingled, our tongues fought a frantic race, is nibbled, licked, and then walked away more beautiful, like two young dogs playing in the grass. At the same time, my hands had seized her breasts they immediately began to knead savagely. My fingers penetrated the raging hot and firm flesh, which annoyed by waiting, throbbing frustration. I think I had the scratch. In the same movement, my hands roamed these big rough balls uncontrollable shivering and crushed one over the other. Our vulvas were immediately found and rubbed frantically. We were there two such tigers to fondle us, scratch us to devour us. Christine's hands had seized my buttocks and malaxaient with the same rage I déployais him plow breasts. Energetic movements she made to hit my butt on one another had the effect of causing each time a gentle stream of air on my rose I felt awake and flourish. My vulva became painful, but I did not hear break contact and I remained riveted to the body shivering with Christine. It was as if we also kissed the bottom. The first wave of this sudden and violent assault was, I felt, passing, or more precisely, the sudden rush of adrenaline that had triggered the opening of valves had fallen, making me a minimum of lucidity. While our games continued, a conviction imposed on my mind that it was my responsibility here to lead the game, driving the ball; the mistress here, it was me, it would be me. Illogical, absurd, but obvious. Moved by a sudden impulse, I sat up and stared as if Christine was acted prey, a victim. I failed to enjoy the sight of this incredible beauty, completely disheveled, wild-eyed, his face reddened by places, dripping lips our saliva mixed, breathless, excited spasms body. Under my frantic caresses, bra and had given one of her breasts was released. His chest was striped with long red marks, witnesses of my v******e, and enthroned at the center of a large areola and all dotted with small roughness on edge, proudly stood a nipple seemed triumphant bend like a miniature penis. I heard speak in a hoarse, harsh voice that I did not know, surprisingly authoritarian, which sounded to my own ears as an order: - Undress! I intimal.I thought I had ruined everything. I dreaded to see Christine recover, resume its rightful role as patron with the same suddenness that she had abandoned, and put me in my place by some good thrust forward formula. It would not surprise me that she giflât me. How had I dared tu? Where had I found the courage to send him an order? I was terrified, expecting the worst. Already, I was ready to throw myself at his feet to seek his forgiveness. It nothing happened what I feared. I am zipping his surprised look, then resuming his suppliant attitude girl caught in the act, she began to unbutton his support. Stripping She put her chest a slowness that was more of his emotional
state that the calculation of an expert in seduction. It was infinitely more exciting. The excitement she felt was almost palpable. I felt my throat dry up the appearance of her chest she had sumptuous. A kind of firework idle flashed into my vagina and went back to browse my whole body releasing thousand roaring down my thighs, my belly, to come to flourish in my breasts bandaged to crack. She did not fail to notice the effect that gave me the vision of its charms. She had a heavy chest absolutely superb, full, voluminous, but firm and compact, the perfect curve. Areolas, broad and slightly irregular, a delicate noble seemed set me greedily like two wide eyes.
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A love of boss ... 11 31 Bilitis Encouraged no doubt by my admiring expression, she pointed her breasts to me while at the strange new painful grin came mark her beautiful face. I approached and began to weigh slowly, with a tender sweetness, these beautiful breasts wholes inflated desire to be admired, caressed, kneaded.The flesh was warm, firm and soft, dotted with toddlers almost white blond hair. She pressed her breasts on my hands while arching up, the better to offer. We lived there a strangely intense moment. She was visibly pleased to see that admired its beautiful breasts, we took pleasure to touch, caress. Clearly, she had more sensitive;it was enough to convince, to see her eyes again and upset her pelvis back his lascivious dance. She began to gasp, half-closed eyes, quivering flesh. Totally taken by the game, I continued to fondle two globes offered quivering. To better show off her breasts, to better highlight, she pushed her pelvis backwards along his shoulders and had returned her belly up as sometimes do c***dren play "to lean". offered Thus, it was an aggressive beauty. As such, it could downgrade many of these girls posing in magazines like Playboy. Unlike Christine, if it had been well photographed, would have needed no editing. I was given to me to knead vigorously her breasts she had locked her hands to the crushing one another, to make them stand out. Fascinated by large areolas that taunted me insolently shaking with desire bordering on hysteria, I plunged suddenly on globes that I began to lick blows voracious language. Warm and tender flesh quivered under my caresses. Christine leaned back and spread across the wide couch. The following in its movement, riveted to his quivering curves, I continued my caresses and began to invest the nipple erect as I began to tickle, to chew, to suck in all ways and at all speeds. I was invaded by a wave to heat again. At the same time my wet spread on my thigh, I felt Christine stiffen, his face assumed an expression close to the surprise or fear, she was shaken by violent spasms and then stopped, as if petrified. Time seemed to freeze. Then, with a sudden and unexpected v******e, I felt a warm and thick spread on my thigh jet while Christine had grabbed me by the shoulders, crushing my body on hers at the same time that 'she gave a long shriek. His whole body was covered with a kind of earthquake. She quivered as if she was shaken by an electric shock. Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped dead and fell in a heap at the bottom of the couch. I had myself to have an orgasm, and it was not the first, but it was
hardly comparable to the eruption that had just shaken Christine. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the show. Having seen and abandoned, a victim of his senses screaming, I felt any tender. I snuggled against that great body, still panting, all moist and deliciously fragrant. I knew this: I loved love this wonderful woman, I was his thing, his willing slave, his admirer and ready to subject all insults, all the pleasures, all the turpitude. My head rested on one of her breasts, nipple to reach my lips. Without thinking about anything, I began to suck this beautiful farm, round and warm within me that was like the surface of heaven. At the same time, I gently rubbed my pussy on his thigh while I walked my fingers on her belly exerting slight pressure that I repeated randomly. I felt light blond lie down like wheat under the caress of the wind. For small moans of pleasure qu'émit Christine, the slight undulation of his languid body, mild tremor of his skin, his pulse to pulse, I knew the fact that he procured my caresses, and I designed an ineffable happiness and pride. I savored the taste of his firm, smooth flesh, amused me to tease the tip of my tongue multiple small roughness adorning her areola and shivered under my bécots. Rounding the lips, I grabbed the nipple and began to tighten and release alternately by varying the pressure of my lips as my mouth sent small repeated on the top of the mound. Blows Christine squealed and his hands rested on my neck to crush my face on his breast. Her other hand, she ran up my arm, then my back, lingered a moment on my butt going down along my thigh before reassembling. His touch was strangely hesitant, indecisive, clumsy; one would have said a teenager discovering physical love. I was convinced that this was the first time that Christine herself up in the arms of a woman. It was confirmed at the same time that it was me - at least for the moment -. Was to be the guide of our lovemaking I opened my eyes and looked. She smiled fondly. I read in the light of recognition, desire again, and a sort of apprehension that annoyed me somewhat.
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A love of boss ... 12 31 Bilitis Oh, Dominique! she said in a toneless voice, barely audible. Dominique! ... I ... Her eyes took this strange expression of both pleading and anxious. She could not find the words and did not pursue his sentence. Timidly, as if afraid of being rebuffed, she put a trembling hand on my shoulder still covered by my shirt. Guessing his intention, I told him, on the breath: Yes, that's it, undress me. And, given its guiltily, almost timid, I added: -I really want! Nothing could be more true. In fact, it had been weeks that I did not dare hope that Christine was for me a look, a gesture, in the absence of a draft sexual relationship, even fleeting, I would merely me. I was ready to melt, liquefy me to the feet of my mistress undisputed, my suzerain, which I had - unbeknownst to her, it was obvious - given all rights to my person. I longed for her to take the top; I found myself lacking that bullies me, it makes me his obedient slave, her thing, her doll of flesh. I was ready to submit to his every whim, to bow to its wildest requirements to become the object of her wildest fantasies. Had she chosen to make me suffer, I would have accepted his slaps his shots, his humiliation, his
cruelties. Had she taken a perverse pleasure to piss in my face that I had agreed with joy. This fiery whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind was of course accompanied by a renewed excitement, and I felt again my breasts throbbing desire to be contemplated in turn, to be kneaded, licked, sucked. A puff of incandescent desire went up my vagina on fire to spread throughout my body languid. My breath was short, I felt the wings of my nose throb. It would have been blind not to see the excitement that was mine at that moment and I was not looking elsewhere means to conceal, quite the contrary.fevered My eyes, my excitement, my obvious desire, all contributed to sweep incredible scruples of my mistress, timidly at first, then more openly, undertook to get rid of my blouse. Me being slightly raised to facilitate his movements, I began to set in Christine's eyes a look that I tried to make harsh, forbidding me smile. I obeyed there a pure intuition. But it worked: Christine untied one by one the last buttons that had not skipped during our first impulses. His gaze roamed my body: my shoulders now bare, my belly, my thighs, my chest palpitating. It seemed to me she put an infinite time to get rid of my blouse, as if she feared to break some kind charming, as if she was dreaming or under the influence of any d**g. When - finally - the garment collapsed on the floor in a soft sigh, she froze, staring at my breasts.I felt an immense pride, but also a dull apprehension. So far, I seemed to have done enough to maintain our position in the delicate balance required, but it was not commit any faux pas: clumsiness, moved a word, premature gesture, a look supported too, and everything could collapse like a house of cards. Very slowly, I emprisonnai his hands in mine and walked to my chest still enclosed in its support and screaming his impatience to be touched, groped, kneaded. A moment before contact, she seemed to change his mind, his hands began to tremble, she trembled slightly and his eyes took on a worried expression. Clearly, she was about to defy a ban. I began to gently caress his hands and without him smile, eyes closed, I uttered: Oh yes, go ahead ... Caress them, I dying to ... Do not make me wait!Apparently , the idea of giving him outright orders was correct. As if a barrier had been removed, the hands of Christine resumed their way and reached their goal.As soon as they made contact with my flesh, his fingers began to caress her, timidly, with unbearable slowness and lightness missed snatched a cry of impatience.Quickly enough, the caress becomes stronger and the contact fingers became firmer. Soon, I was right in a petting rule: it is both hands now that Christine kneading my breasts, crushed one over the other. I was having trouble keeping my control! fact is that I was also particularly sensitive to touching breast. It happened to me very often experience violent orgasms after a good session of petting well managed, and this as a teenager. How many times had I not walked into town, bare breasts under my shirt to enjoy the excitement that gave me the constant friction of the fabric on my tips! I then took a great pleasure to see them darting through the fabric stretched. The feverish eyes that threw me passersby then put me in a trance. Removes-! I said in an authoritative tone, presenting him with my breasts.
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A love of boss ... 13 31 Bilitis This time, it was definitely passed hands behind my chest and began to unbutton my support. It also showed a clumsy schoolboy. I saw it up close now, his eyes fixed on my curves, the distended nostrils, trying to penetrate my smell. I felt flattered. When released, my breasts made a small step towards his face, I saw her eyes widen and her cheeks red. I felt an indescribable joy and immense pride and a surge of desire. I dominai, however, and as a diversion, pricked me of my size. Standing now before Christine, my mistress, my boss, I ordered him: -Removes the rest She had this nose up to my vulva. Stupidly, I shudder at the thought that she would soon not fail to notice the eloquent stains spattered my thong and wet trails that larmoyaient along my thighs. She was quick to drag the closure of my skirt and to fall on the ground. I am thrilled the wings of his nose: it filled my smell. Finally, slipping two fingers between my skin and the thin fabric of my thong, she slid the ridiculous clothing along my legs. I felt, to my great joy, she took the opportunity to caress my thighs the way, then calves. Kneeling before me, she remained in this attitude of total submission. She looked at me with face expression submissive, frightened, as if she feared any v******e. It was disturbing, as unreal. Without thinking about anything, I began to undulate slowly, swinging me a leg over the other, offering my body now fully exposed. I was no longer animated by one desire: to please, to charm! Yes, I wanted to seduce this wonderful woman, make sure she admired me too, she should desire me again and again. I put my hands in my hair to make me eat while showing off the fevered eyes of Christine who seemed to revel in the spectacle. Then I put my hands on my thighs as I traveled slowly before them back to my breasts as I began to stroke in a wide turning movement. At the same time, I printed in my pelvis back a movement forward, spreading her legs to better highlight my vulva which was beginning to itch furiously. Christine's voice, crushed, hoarse, but sound was heardDominic! God you're beautiful! ... This is ... this is evil, I never thought ... this ... this is not possible! ... I ... She began to recover, it seemed to me that she would try to recover, that I did not want to take any. -Ball! I ordered almost wickedly handing him my thigh. My knee came fit between her breasts. Captivated, Christine grabbed my calf and pressed it as if it were a lifeline and, closing his eyes and began to lick my thigh. The first two return his tongue alone were undecided: quickly, the movement grew louder and the pressure deepened. I felt his tongue widened each time and she was going to lick my whole body. Interrupting his licks, she grabbed my ass suddenly she clasped firmly; it seemed for a moment scrutinizing my pubes as if trying to detect an unfathomable mystery there. She examined my lips, my fleece, the contours of my vulva, gently oozing hole pleasure. She seemed super concentrated. After a few seconds of this strange examination, she began to go through my lips with his fingers that trembled slightly. Backing me a little, I put my ass on the edge of the couch nearby. This new support, although appropriate, allowed me to secure my position and much more open thighs to better provide my vulva to the anxious curiosity of my strange partner. Dominic! ... Dominique! ... stammered she nodded, this is not true ... Oh, my God she gently approached the nose of my vulva offered and, opening his nostrils large, absorbed the peppermint odor emanated. She seemed to revel in, closing eyes for a moment to better savor. She then buried her nose firmly in my fleece streaming, rummaged for a moment at the entrance to my cave, then, almost abruptly closed his jaws on my vulva. There was like a very brief moment of confusion, then she began to chew my labia with increasing vigor. The fire of desire soon spread throughout my body. I knew I would have to struggle not to inflame me instantly. His lips and tongue were
burning, it was delicious, strong, too strong, I was on the verge of orgasm. She longed now my lips into his mouth to better grind, the chew, then she relaxed and to take advantage of stretch. It was horribly delicious!
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A love of boss ... 14 31 Bilitis And then suddenly emboldened, she plunged her together in my gaping hole, dripping fingers parted the swollen flesh, found my clit she immediately imprisoned between his burning lips. I could not repress a cry of Vive enjoyment. She began to tickle my clitoris which had doubled in size, all hardened, aching all over, wriggling. She distributed her a burst of small strokes short and precise language, then with his tongue groove, slid along the small penis panic. I suppressed with great difficulty orgasm that rose. I felt warm and round her big breasts which enclosed one of my thighs masses. I did not managed to contain myself any longer. Suddenly everything went black, and thousands of stars burst, my body lost its limitations, my legs wide open, climbed to a fiery sky, lightning roamed my limbs torn, everything froze for a brief moment before the outbreak the central bouquet: the large pocket in my vagina suddenly burst, releasing its content rushed outside in a triumphant splash Christine received in the face, staining her nose, her cheeks, her hair, before dripping on her chin and then slide down his neck. Through a cottony haze, I thought I heard: !-Yep ... God it's beautiful ... God is good ... Dominique ... aaah! Vacillante I let choir, half u*********s. When I came to me, I lay all my long on the couch, Christine reclining on me watching me intently. His eyes expressed an infinite tenderness, a strange mixture of triumph and also grateful joy, which upset me. His face was smeared with my secretions. Wings of nose and lips were all stained. I felt stupidly, a whiff of shame. But Christine snuggled against me and enclosing my face between his hands greedily kissed my lips. Language, laden with my cream of love, sought the passage and began to lick my own, pursuing passionately. I could not believe my happiness: I was desired by the woman whom I admired, I procurais her pleasure, she was out of her, all excited because of me!Christine I shook my arm in , its break bones. She returned my embrace. I was in heaven, no doubt to the seventh heaven! 5. . Obstacles Our situation was not going to be simple: given the high position occupied by Christine, he was out of the question that we affichions our relationship. A good tolerance was certainly emerged in recent years in terms of homosexuality, but the real beneficiaries of this change of mentality does exceptionally accounted beyond the middle class, and never without difficulties. Prejudice against followers of Sappho remained tenacious, we were aware. We decided that even outside the ministry, we would meet in conditions of absolute discretion. We would see us all the necessary precautions. It is a true double life which is thus imposed on us, on the one hand, public life, official, set, with its ritual and its well-oiled automation, which only accounted efficiency and thoroughness, and the other our discrete and fleeting encounters. This secret we shared between us more surely than any possible ambition that we could conceive. At the
Ministry, we understand the slightest glance; the most furtive gesture was full of meaning and I hastened, at every opportunity, to give more - discrete or official - Christine waited. Our power to work in and we found increased had only to be welcomed. The volume of tasks that were assigned to me had also increased considerably, and it was not uncommon Christine ask of me to receive a visitor medium importance in his place. The reports I sent him these interviews - made in complete irregularity - gave him satisfaction, at least to me she stated. I must say she had taught me the art of synthesizing the content of an interview with precision and rigor copies, and many exercises she had me quickly imposed gave me the assurance and aplomb required. Christine had the prudence to provide early information the minister, given the results mark