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My sexual relationship with my boss, Mr. Johnson, began with a sizzling hot blowjob in his office, the door locked and the blinds drawn. Despite not being very physically attracted to him (he was balding and meaty) I took up his offer to get on my knees and suck his cock on a particularly stressful day. I had to discovered that I quite enjoyed servicing him with my mouth. His dick, although only five inches, was thick and fat, and his balls were big and a joy to suck on.

After the first blowjob, Mr. Johnson told he needed me to suck his cock whenever he felt the need to relieve some stress. He also promised me a raise if I did so. I eagerly agreed, and thus, our secret relationship began.

The first couple weeks of this were quite busy. I had never realized how much of a horny bastard Mr. Johnson was. He had me sucking his cock about twice a day at first, but this increased to three. Every time I would enter his office with his coffee or some letters that had been faxed, he would whip out his cock and tell me to get on my knees. Sometimes he wouldn't even wait until his break to get his cock sucked; he would call me in discreetly and make me kneel under his desk and blow him while he made conference calls.

I enjoyed being at Mr. Johnson's beck and call; I loved licking his huge, hairy balls and I certainly didn't mind swallowing his thick, hot load. However, after a while, I began wanting more. I wanted him to fuck me. I decided to start dropping subtle hints.

On a Thursday night, when everyone had gone home, Mr. Johnson I were working late. I was kneeling between his thighs, sucking his cock very hard. He tie was thrown over his shoulder and his shirt was unbuttoned all the way, exposing his hairy chest and hefty belly. He held my head down and groaned, a cigar resting between his teeth. I moaned loudly with my lips wrapped around his pole and looked up at him, growing hornier and hornier as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.

"Oh yeah," he muttered, and took a long drag from his cigar.
I took my mouth off his cock and started jerking it with both hands. "I love sucking your cock, sir," I said breathlessly, "it makes me so horny."
"Does it?" he asked, shoving his dick back down my throat.
"Mm hmm," I replied, and slurped on his fat cock some more, rubbing his balls.
"What do you like about it?" he questioned, grinning down at me.

I drew away again and stroked him slowly. "I just love to please you."
He smiled slightly at this. "Is that right?" he asked.

I nodded, hoping he'd get my hint that I wanted him to fuck me. I was too shy to come out and ask him. Instead, I stroked his fat cock and looked up at him knowingly.
"You really want to please me?" he questioned. "Turn around and show me that ass. Pull your pants down."

I turned around excitedly, on all fours in front of him. After I pulled down my pants, exposing my ass, Mr. Johnson lowered his desk chair and lined his cock up with my hole. "Damn, that looks nice," he commented. "I'll bet you want this fat cock in your butt, huh?"
"Yeah," I moaned, backing up against him.
"Not so fast," he said, and reached for the lube in his desk. He lubed up his rock hard dick and poured some onto my butthole, which was quivering at this point. "Ready?" he asked.
"Yes sir."

He began sliding himself into me. The moment the head of his cock popped into my hole, I moaned loudly, digging my fingernails into the rug. Mr. Johnson let out a long sigh of satisfaction as he slid the rest of his fat pole into my butthole. "That's so tight," he groaned. "How does my dick feel?"
"Oh, sir, your dick feels amazing," I breathed, backing as far onto his cock as possible, until I felt his pubes against my ass. His dick fit inside me perfectly and filled me with warm feelings of pleasure.
"Ride it," he ordered, so I started pushing myself back onto his cock, moaning with each stroke. His wet, heavy balls slapped against my ass every time I backed up onto him. The sound turned me on to no end.

He held onto my waist. "You like that?" he demanded. I looked over my shoulder and saw he had his cigar rested between his teeth. Sweat rolled down his forehead.
"I love it!" I gasped. "Fuck me, sir!"
"Get up," he muttered, pulling me up by my waist. He bent me over his desk, re-entered me, and began fucking me hard and fast. I moaned and gasped as he rapidly slammed his fat dick in and out of me, causing the desk to rattle loudly. I felt uncontrollably excited to be taken like this; to be treated like something of a slut. Mr. Johnson's cock made me feel drunk with pleasure. It may not have been an impressive length, but he sure knew where to put it.

"That's it," I shouted, "ohh, that's it, Mr. Johnson, fuck me." I moaned and trembled as his cock rubbed against the most sensitive part inside me. I reached between my legs and began stroking myself.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned. "You're a dirty little slut."

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yeah, I'm your dirty little slut, sir," I grunted aggressively. "fuck me harder. Harder!"

He continued on, ramming me hard and fast. I reached further between my legs and cupped his big balls as he fucked me. This made him groan. I was so hard I felt I could explode any minute. After a couple minutes of this, he pulled out of me. "On your back," he ordered breathlessly.

I flipped over onto my back and spread my legs, unbuttoning the front of my shirt; I was sweating. I let out a long, loud moan as Mr. Johnson slid his cock back inside me. As he fucked me, I watched sweat trickle down his sturdy belly. I began stroking myself excitedly, feeling close to cumming.

"I love that tight little ass," he muttered, his teeth still clenched around his cigar.
"I'm gonna cum!" I finally gasped. He slammed his dick all the way inside me and I burst, shooting three spurts onto my own chest. I closed my eyes and felt them roll back into my head as Mr. Johnson's cock rested against my prostate. When I opened my eyes again and looked up to him, he seemed so incredibly attractive. I was in love with his cock.

He pulled out of me slowly. "Now, it's my turn," he said, grinning devilishly. "Stay where you are and tilt your head back."

I tilted my head back as he came over to the other side of the desk. He dropped his balls in my mouth and began jerking off. His balls were moist with sweat and felt heavier than ever before. I moaned, licking and sucking and rubbing them while he beat off.
"Oh, shit!" he yelled, tensing. He quickly shoved the head of his cock in my open mouth and shot his load. Thick, copious amounts of cum filled my mouth, spilling out of the sides and down my chin. I swallowed as much as I could and almost began choking.
"Oh my God," Mr. Johnson groaned, and chuckled with pleasure as I licked the cum off his tip. He moaned quietly as I spent the next few minutes licking up all the cum; I licked his shaft, his balls, and his pubes until I'd swallowed every drop.

"Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing," he commented, and ashed his cigar into the tray on the desk. I stood up, my knees shaking slightly. My cock was only just beginning to soften. Mr. Johnson slapped my ass with his meaty hand. "That's the tightest hole I've ever fucked," he declared. "I'm gonna need a lot more of that."

I looked up at him, my eyes glazed slightly with pleasure. "You can have it any time you want, sir," I murmured.

From then on, Mr. Johnson and I worked a lot more late nights. We would fool around and fuck for hours at a time. Only a few weeks of fucking passed before one of the other supervisors hired Alex, a cute intern about my age. That's when things got REALLY interesting...

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Bobby Garfield was taking a walk around the property he had inherited from his grandmother. It was an old farm with a large stone farmhouse, a large wooden barn with stables underneath. It had been almost completely restored, but as a computer consultant, he had little time for country living. He kind of liked living in the big city and the variety of women it offered. He had trouble envisioning running a computer consulting business, an hour and a half away from Philadelphia, or trying to...

Riding With Cousin

This all started about 4 years ago when I was a junior in high school and my cousin was a sophomore in high school she was 16 at the time but stayed back in 8th grade. I had been on the outside jobs portion of my vocational major and every day I would see my cousin Crystal in the hallway. She always wore tight jeans or leggings which formed to her perfect ass. She wasn’t the cutest girl but she had the most amazing body. Her tits were perfect not to big but big enough to always be noticeable....

Riding the Rainbow

December 31st, 1976, 8:20 AM Grand Central Terminal New York City, NY Through the howling wind and squalling snow raced John, his hand thrusting out to rip open the heavy, ornate door of the last remaining monument to the ego of Cornelius Vanderbilt. Frequently rated among the most beautiful buildings in the entire world, Grand Central Terminal, formerly of New York Central Railroad, was a tour-de-force of early 20th century Beaux Arts architecture in solid marble and the gilding that gave...

Riding With Honey

All that I really cared about was that the sun was out and the long winter finally appeared to have lifted. The day I met Honey, women were the last thing on my mind—for a change.I’d looked forward to getting out on the bike for weeks, and I’d set the whole of Saturday aside to head off to my favorite ride. There was a work emergency overnight, so I was about an hour later leaving than I planned and after traffic delays I got to the trailhead much later than I wanted. Looking back, fate was...

Riding on Sons Lap

The sun was beating down on her skin as Jackie watched her husband, Eric, walking towards her while precariously balancing his fishing gear and a large cooler in his arms. Her son, Jake, was paddling his board out trying to catch one last wave before they went home for the day."What's that you got there?" She asked her husband while he dumped the contents of his arms onto the beach next to her towel."You won't believe how much I caught today honey." He beamed, "Every cast brought in another...

Riding Bitch Chapter 8

Riding Bitch Chapter 8 By Cissykay As soon as everyone arrived back at the campsite, I was ordered to Mistress Cheryl's motor home. There was something exciting going on, but I didn't have time to see what was going on. Mistress Cheryl unlocked my collar and told me to sit in the beauty chair. I was in no condition to do anything but comply. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Enter." The door opened and Cora appeared. She was dressed in a silk corset, designer silk...

riding my four wheeler

Even getting there they will allow you to ride on the main roads as long as you’re not holding up traffic or making a fool of yourself. So when I am able to get out and ride I head for my favorite area which is along a 15 mile canal that spans thru two counties and is some seriously fun in the makings. One such a day I started up my new ride, I’d just bought a new Honda 700 and I have been dying to get on this beast and see what it can do. I called a few buddies and they were all tied up so...

RIDING WITH THE FATHER IN LAW

You can't do it alone," Robin said to her father-in-law Jake Martin. "I'll take Mark's place." Jake was sipping on a brew when he heard her proposal and coughed. "Uh...warn me before you say funny things." "Why not? I can ride as well as my husband and definitely longer. He poops out long before I do." "It's too dangerous. The hills are steep and the roads not that great." "You will lead the way," she said looking over at her husband sitting back on the chair with a soft cast around his right...

Riding Bitch Chapter 6

Riding Bitch Chapter 6 By Cissykay I sat and tried to catch my breath. That was quite some work. "Sissy, why not make yourself more comfortable? Reach down and unzip your dress." I tried to bend down and reach the zipper, but my corset prevented me from bending. I lifted my knees like I did to pull it down. Since there was no wire any longer, and since the dress forced my legs together, I couldn't bring them high enough to reach the zipper. The girls laughed at my...

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