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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

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 percussive 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 almost slammed 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 that next shot for me, 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, which ... means I’m gonna have to leave my car here. Soooo… Do you have any suggestions as to where I can leave it?” There was a sly smile stretched across Anita’s full, pouty lips. “You can put your car in my garage,” she said reassuringly, and maybe with just 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 you want. We can talk and drink, and just relax.” Jack swallowed hard once more, and he kept looking at Anita. She was looking at him with an unreadable smirk. “Can I please have that shot now, and maybe another beer? Or two,” Jack asked with a shaky voice. ‘It has to be the alcohol,’ he thought to himself. ‘It has to be the alcohol!’ Either that or she is just fucking with him. There is no way in fucking hell that his boss, a hot, sexy ass black woman was gonna want to fuck the geeky white guy that works for her. He kept trying to come up with an explanation in his head. ‘Maybe she’s vulnerable, and just wants someone to talk to and get drunk with. That’s understandable,” Jack thought to himself. ‘I’m just being perverted!’ Jack’s internal conversation with himself was interrupted when Anita handed him the shot glass. He gulped down the liquor without question. It didn’t burn as much this time. He gave the shot glass back to her, and popped open the beer, taking a sip, and looking at her. Strangely, Anita was smiling at him. “Are you ok,” Anita asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Jack said nervously. “I guess I’m ...