1. The Boss Lady Part I Revised


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Domination/submission, Hardcore, Interracial, Male/Female, Author: jhw86, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    emphatically. “Everything! I made his dinner, I cleaned his house. And I did everything he asked for in the bedroom too! I sucked his cock whenever he wanted it! I had threesomes with him and other women, and I even let him fuck my ass! And you know what?! That son of a bitch almost never made me cum! He wouldn’t even eat my pussy when I asked, which wasn’t often! He’s just so fuckin’ greedy! Fuck, he makes me so fuckin’ angry!” Jack couldn’t believe that Anita was spilling her guts to him like this. This was his boss, a woman that he almost never talked to; a woman he barely even likes, and here she is telling him that she is a complete whore for her husband in bed, and that he almost never reciprocated. Jack had always imagined that she was frigid, and was probably a bad lay because she acted like such a bitch, but evidently he was wrong. He felt his cock harden at the thought of her performing the lurid sex acts that she had described with her husband, and whoever else they may have brought into their bed. Chugging the rest of his beer, he poured himself another shot, and looked at Anita who nodded, silently saying yes to another one as well. She apologized, and told him that she should not have said all of that, and that it’s probably just the alcohol talking. Jack did his best to reassure her, telling her that it was ok, and that she can vent all she wants to him. She got up off of the couch and bent over to grab her wine glass. Jack stole every glance he could of her ...
    juicy, apple bottom shaped ass. He licked his lips; and focusing hard, he could not find a single hint of a panty line, and he imagined a tiny G-string in between her juicy ass cheeks. After she walked away, he thought to himself that if he kept drinking, he was going to have to make arrangements to get home. He followed her into the kitchen, unconsciously grabbing the vodka and shot glasses. Jack shamelessly ogled her ass as she walked in front of him, watching it sway from side to side, to the acoustic rhythm of her tan, 4 inch heels clicking against the hard floor. He had no idea why, but for some reason he loved the clicking sounds that high heels made on hard flooring. Once they were in the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle and glasses from him and harshly placed them on the island. She looked at Jack, and asked if he wanted another shot. Jack gave an unsure look, and he swallowed hard, hoping that what he was about to say would not cross the line. “Anita, before you pour me that next shot, I have to tell you that I’m already feeling pretty tipsy so I’m probably gonna have to call a cab so I can get home. I’m just not sure what you want me to do with my car.” Jack was almost afraid to look at her but to his surprise, a sly smile stretched across Anita’s full, pouty lips. “You can put your car in my garage,” she said reassuringly and possibly, with a hint of innuendo, “and you can call a cab if you really want to but if you don’t have money for cab fare, you can stay here if ...
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