by Vallen Green
Not that I wanted to stop it.
The boss rubbed my hips first. Next, his hands went to my buttocks, where they grabbed handfuls and squeezed vigorously. A moan escaped from my lips before I could stop it. As soon as it was out, I froze for a moment. Then I realized, why should I be embarrassed? The boss was going to see all of me, anyway. Might as well leave the so-called embarrassment behind as early as possible.
I didn’t know whether the boss heard my moan or not, because he didn’t stop what he was doing. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my ass. After a few more frantic squeezes, his hands roamed again, this time on my stomach. He played with my navel for a bit. He even ran his tongue inside it. I moaned again. I was really aroused now. The wet, sticky spot on my panties seemed to be growing larger every second.
The boss knew what he was doing. He was so precise. His hands reached up and grabbed my breasts. He pulled, as if he was testing them. I cried out because it hurt a little. He pulled harder, but I kept my mouth shut this time. He ran his large yet surprisingly gentle hands over them, making my erect nipples even more erect, rubbing them into overwhelming hardness. The sensation became very intense in a few moments. I couldn’t take it anymore. I began to moan like crazy, and my hips seemed to have a life of their own. They moved, bucked, and began to sway. It was then that I completely let go of my inhibitions. Griping and whining about having sex with the boss wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so I might as well enjoy the whole encounter.
While the boss played with my boobs, at the same time, his teeth found the waistband of my bikini panties. I knew he was going to tug them down my legs and off me, and I was amazed. The boss, old as he was, definitely still had some handy sex tips up his sleeve. The thought got me excited. I wanted to find out what more he could offer.
He got my panties to my knees after a few quick and fluid motions. I had shaved the day before, so my bare pussy was completely exposed for him to see. His eyes widened slightly. His tongue flicked out again and ran over my bare wet mound. I gasped and shuddered slightly.
“That felt good,” I told the boss.
He removed his hands from my breasts and used them to remove the panties from my legs completely. Now I was completely naked. My body was all for his taking. It was all his to use and abuse, and I couldn’t do anything about it. The sense of submission, of being dominated over excited me immensely. I had engaged in bondage and submission games before, but they were all games and acts. The thing with the boss was the real thing this time. I was completely under his control, yet I didn’t mind it so much as I first thought I would.
The boss placed his hands on my hips again. “Spread them open for me, Jessie,” I heard him say. So I did what he instructed. I spread my legs as far as I could make them without losing my balance. I knew what he was going to do next, so I decided to help him out by raising my hips slightly.
The boss’s tongue was small but sharp. I gasped in surprise as he suddenly thrust it inside me, invading my moist private space. His moves were definite and sharp, but they were not gentle. His tongue made fast flicking motions in and out of my pussy. It was like being pierced with a sharp object. My knees felt wobbly, so I wound my fingers through his thinning hair and held on. The sensation was delicious in a slightly uncomfortable way. My body systems had their way, and I shut my eyes, allowing myself to drown completely in the sheer pleasure of the boss’s antics. It felt extremely good! My pussy grew wetter and wetter by the second. I could almost hear the sticky squelching sounds the boss’s tongue made as it slithered in and out of me. I felt my thighs beginning to grow moist. I was so aroused now. I felt like I was going to come any minute now, but I told myself to hold on and prepare for something more explosive.
The boss still had his tongue inside me. Now he reached down and inserted a finger into my cunt. I almost didn’t feel anything when he slid it in. That was how wet I was. He probably saw this as well because he inserted another finger in and then another. I now had three fingers inside me, and I felt all of them inside my pussy. Because I was so soaked, they weren’t painful at all. They fit snugly, adding to my already growing sense of pleasure.
I cried out several times as the boss thrust his tongue and fingers in and out of my pussy. His fingers rubbed against the walls of my vagina. His tongue made figures-of-eight and stabbing motions. I had my eyes remain shut so I could savor and completely feel the amazing surge of emotions. The boss fucked me with his tongue and hands until I hollered and told him to stop, told him I was about to explode any minute now. He didn’t pay me any attention, simply went on doing what he was doing. I was going crazy with the intense erotic pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was capable of feeling something this good. I let go of my hands in the boss’s hair and ran them over my breasts instead. I moved my hips in tune with the boss’s flicking motions. With my tits being stimulated by my own hands and with my pussy being stimulated with his hands and tongue, I came in no time.
I came right over the boss’s face. I cried out again and again as my orgasm shook and tore my body apart with violent fits of shaking and shuddering. I knew I was being noisy, but I didn’t care. I was drowning in a wave of pure sexual pleasure! I came one more time and then went down on my knees, in the same position as the boss. He held me in his arms as I waited for the shakes to subside. Incredible. My head was on the crook of his neck, and I could smell myself faintly. When I looked up, I saw why. The boss had my exotic juices almost over his face.
He saw me looking. He pushed me back on the ground. He straddled me, positioning himself over my hips. I was too spent from my first orgasm, so I let him rearrange my body. He placed my hands behind my back, sort of locking them in place. I was too weak to object, so I let him do that. He paused for a moment before he grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I was completely exposed to him in that position. I opened my mouth to protest, but he placed a come-soaked finger over my lips. Again I smelled myself.
“The pictures, Jessie,” the boss said softly. Only three words, but they were all I needed to hear to keep still and let him do his thing.
The boss leaned down and rubbed his face—yes, the part of him that was almost covered with my own sexual fluids—all over my breasts. The sticky substance transferred from his face to my chest. When he was done, he licked the stuff away. Of course he licked my breasts in the process. That was the point of the whole thing. He sucked on my tits whole, filling his mouth with them. He kept moaning as he did so, and his moans came out all muffled and subdued. I was moaning too, something against my desires, but I couldn’t help it. I was incredibly aroused, turned on to the maximum. The boss was good in bed, that I could pretty much see. But I didn’t know if I should consider myself lucky for getting the chance to experience his sexual prowess myself.
The boss found it hard to extricate himself from my breasts, which were now swollen from all the sucking, tugging, and nibbling he was doing on them. My pussy cried foul from all that attention and ejected something wet and sticky. Could be the boss felt it because he suddenly paused from his rubbing motion and sat up straight instead. He touched me down there, practically grabbed me. I looked him in the eye and saw he felt how totally wet I was.
“You slut,” the boss said. But he was grinning. I could see he was pleased with how aroused I was.
He held on to my legs and adjusted them so that they were now lying almost vertically on his shoulders. He pulled my hips closer and he towered over me on all fours. His face was a few inches from mine. He leaned and planted his lips over mine. He kissed me hungrily and torridly. I didn’t do anything at first. I simply let him kiss me, but my primal instincts eventually won over me. In a matter of seconds, I was kissing the boss back too.
I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy while we kissed. He seemed to be testing the waters, almost teasing me. I ignored what he was doing to me down there and instead let myself get into the kiss. I kissed the boss with ferocity and a hungry passion. When he slipped his tongue
into my mouth, I let him. I parted my lips and welcomed him, giving him unrestricted access. I tasted myself on his tongue this time. I was surprised at how fresh and clean I tasted. No wonder he couldn’t seem to get enough of me down there.
The boss’s tongue couldn’t stop exploring every inch and curve of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue, and I cried out, more from pleasure than pain. He sucked harder, and I writhed beneath him. He tweaked one of my breasts, and I kept still. He chewed on my lips again and let go a few moments later. He ran his tongue down my chin, neck, collarbones, tits, belly, navel and, finally, to the heavily moist mound that was waiting for him down there.
Then he rose up over me again, and this time, he plunged his rod right into my pussy. The size of his dick was quite small, yes, but the girth of it! My eyes flew open as I felt his cock inside me, almost filling me completely. It was as if his organ was made just for my pussy. I couldn’t help it. I moaned and groaned like mad, and the boss did the same. He gritted his teeth and went right on pounding into me. His considerable belly slapped against my flat belly and made slapping noises. I raised my hips and moved them in time with his thrusting. I couldn’t get enough the feel of his dick inside me. Thank goodness I was still thoroughly soaked, or that would have been painful.
The boss looked me in the eye as he pounded away. In and out, in and out his penis went into me. With one hand, he took a handful of my hair and pulled. There was a bit of pain, but it was also arousing. I nodded, and the boss tugged harder at my hair. I cried out loud, and he pounded even harder. I prayed I wouldn’t be too sore to do things tomorrow.
Suddenly, his eyes took on this glassy look. I was alarmed. Was he having a heart attack? Then his eyes cleared, and he told me he was going to come. I nodded. I felt an orgasm coming too but nowhere near as the boss was experiencing.
He cried out and began to thrash around like mad. He collapsed right on top of me, yet he went on pounding away. I removed my legs from his shoulders and circled them around his hips instead, urging him inside me, pushing his dick deeper into the wet depths of my pussy. My hips bucked and raised, and I began to writhe on the ground as well. My back arched, and I raked my fingernails on the boss’s back. He groaned and bit my shoulder.
I came a few moments after the boss. He poured all his fluids into me, and I felt them feel the cavern that was inside me. He shuddered and came one more time. His weight on top of me became heavier, and I knew he wasn’t going to come anymore.
I came just then. His cock was still inside me, and so it was washed again by my love juices. Not that I loved the boss. I held him close and cried out loud as another orgasm threatened to break my body, tear my limbs apart. It had been a long time since I had experienced something like this. I had almost forgotten how it felt like. I grew limp under the boss’s body. He wrapped his arms around me and sucked on a nipple as I panted heavily, tried to catch my breath and steady my beating heart.
I couldn’t believe it. I just had sex with the boss, my next-door neighbor and a man I loathed completely for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger to.
That first sexual meeting happened two months ago. Since then, the boss and I have continued to meet up and do one of the things we enjoy and do best. I still dislike him, but his sexual prowess is another matter. The man was good—gifted, actually. Right now we are thumping away in my parents’ bedroom. It’s a weekday, and both my folks are out. The boss and I have taken to more risky things. We enjoyed the sense of daring and boldness our escapades entail. We even did it once in the parking lot of his office. I was sprawled over the hood while he pumped away behind me. Anybody could have seen us in there, but nobody did. That’s all that matters.
I don’t know how long this sexual affair would last. I’m not even sure if I want it to. If it does go on, fine. If it doesn’t, it’s still fine. To his credit, the boss had stayed true to his promise of not leaking the photos and videos of me in the nude. Even I haven’t seen the said incriminating files themselves, but I have no intention of finding out if they were completely true. What did it matter now? The boss had gotten his way with me. He has had my body several times, and it looks like there’s no stopping him from having it several times even more. There are times I feel like I’m a sex object for the way the boss is treating me. But what right do I have to complain? We’re not lovers. I’m not his girlfriend, nor is he my boyfriend. What we are to each other is unimportant; it’s the meeting together and sexual encounters that, well, count. I don’t know what to think of this anymore.
That being said, I better go. It’s a Thursday afternoon, and the boss has called, asking me if I can babysit his daughter for about two hours. Isabella had been down with something, and she’s too weak to attend school for today.
Of course, I said yes.
My Nancy
I’m Keith. For several weeks, I have been fantasizing about my brother Peter’s babysitter. Her name is Nancy Walters. She’s been with us for almost a few months already. I never really noticed her at first because she’s the quiet type and she’s wearing a pair of thick milk glasses. Her hair was usually caught in a tight bun and she was always wearing baggy clothes. Truth be told, her style was not totally my type. All I know was that, she has this huge lips and a slight under bite which I find really irresistible.
It was only a weeks ago when we saw her transform. She has a new boyfriend, she said. Since then, she dressed a lot better and cooler. Her hair was no longer in a bun, in fact she grew it longer and changed her hair colour from brown to chestnut. She no longer wears her thick glasses. Instead, she opted for contact lenses that reveal her eyes. Plus, she no longer wears baggy clothes anymore.
It was the first time I saw her look so good and since then, I was not able to get her off my mind. Perhaps her best feature next to her lips is her ass that I long to get a handful of. I have dated plenty of girls in the past. However, I find them all too easy. Nancy is different. In fact, she does not pay me any attention. Maybe that’s why I am so attracted to her. She’s a challenge. She can be feisty and has a temper too, at least when it comes to me. When it comes to my mom or my brother, she’s very amicable and sweet. I wonder why she hates me a lot.
What I like most about her is that she’s opinionated and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. I’m kidding of course. What I like most about her is her body. I saw glimpses of this when the entire family went swimming last Tuesday. She was wearing this bright pink swimsuit that showcased her long legs and her breasts to perfection. When she went out of the water and she was cold, you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I was not able to sleep that night, thinking about how they look like nuts against the thin fabric. I thin she saw me looking at her that day because she’s been rather cold ever since.
I used to never pay attention to Peter’s babysitters. Of course, it’s a given that I do not come to this house pretty often---with work and all that. However, I have seen a few of them yet I’ve never been this hooked. I would watch her all the time, but that’s all. I haven’t mustered any courage to do more until...
It was just the two of us then. I was in my room and she decided to wait in the living room for Peter to arrive. My grandparents brought him to stay with them for a few days and he was due to arrive that day. For some reasons, Nancy came earlier than expected. She was at the living room reading some books. She was wearing some tight jeans and a pink knitted sweater----looked pretty hot. I went inside the living room pretending to look for something.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Umm, nothing. Have you seen the pizza brochure?” She reached over the stacks of magazine in front of her and gave me what I was “looking” for.
“Here.” She didn’t even look at me.
“What do you want on your pizza?”
“Pepperoni, lots of cheese, and olives. And absolutely no pineapple.”
“Got that.” I grabbed the phone and made a call to the pizza place. Pizza is the last thing I wanted though.
“So, how’s it going with the new guy?” I asked.
“Honestly Keith, it’s none of your business. I’d appreciate it if you don’t ask me again.”
“Fine.”
She looked at me seriously for a minute. “Do you really like to know?”
“Sure.”
“I broke up with him. I have been trying really hard for him to you, you know... take me to bed. He doesn’t want to.”
I frowned then. But that’s weird. What kind of a man wouldn’t like to take Nancy Walters to bed?
I cleared my throat. “Did he say why?”
She shrugged. “He said he doesn’t want to hurt me and that virgins are out of his league.”
Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. “I see.”
“So what about you? Do you think virgins are off limits?”
“Err. Not exactly.” I said
