1. The Boss Lady Part I-Rewrite


    Date: 12/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Job/Place-of-work, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: jhw86, Rating: 91.9, Source: sexstories.com

    backtrack. Anita shot him a look that Jack couldn’t read, and said that she has both juice, and beer. Jack nervously smiled, and said that he would love a beer. Anita took another deep drink from her wine glass and set it on the black granite top of the island that stood in the center of the kitchen. She walked back over to the freezer and pulled out a bottle of high end vodka, and then a beer from the fridge. She grabbed two shot glasses, and a beer mug from the cupboard. She filled the shot glasses to the top with vodka as Jack popped the top on the beer and poured it into the glass. He took a sip of it. It wasn’t his usual but it would do the job. Anita handed him the shot glass, and he raised it to his lips. He downed it like a champ. It burned a little, but it felt good at the same time. She offered him another, and he accepted. He downed it quickly once more, and took a long sip of his beer. After the second shot, he wondered briefly how the hell he was going to get home if this was going to keep going. Anita walked out of the kitchen, her tan, four inch heels clicking loudly against the faux stone tiles of the kitchen floor. The pitch of the clicking heels changed abruptly when she stepped onto the hardwood floor in the living room. This room was even more spacious than the kitchen, but unlike the kitchen, which was panted a dark red; the living room was painted a light, sunshine yellow. Pictures of herself, as well as her husband filled the walls, and a large, flat ...
    screen TV hung above a light-colored brick fire place. Anita walked over to the overstuffed, white couch and plopped down on it. Jack followed suit, but sat on the other side of the couch. “So why exactly am I here Anita,” Jack asked. He could feel the alcohol begin to loosen up his nerves, and lower his inhibitions. He figured that she must be a little tipsy by now as well, given the way she was moving around. She seemed more relaxed than usual; like the stick that was usually lodged up her ass was removed completely; and the typical sneer that she usually perpetually had plastered on her face had softened to a look of relaxed indifference. "I wanted to talk to you. Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Anita replied with only a hint of sarcasm. She finished her wine and put the glass on the coffee table. “Ok then. Sooooooo… Let’s talk,” Jack said. “What do you think I should do about my husband cheating on me,” Anita asked, wasting no time with small talk. “Do you think I should get back at that asshole,” Anita asked. She closed her eyes, and then shook her head slowly, and Jack thought he saw wipe away a tear. “I’m sorry Jack.” She put her head down and closed her eyes. She raised her head back up and looked at Jack again. “I guess I’m just so fucked up because of all of this shit that… I don’t know what to do, or what to think. I just need someone to talk to… And like I said earlier, you are the only one that I can talk to. That’s so fucking weird for me to say, ya ...
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