I Planted My Seed in My Boss’s Tight Ass
Balancing on her Louboutin heels made her ass stick out and she began to bounce up and down, her asshole sucking in the full length of my shaft.
Mrs. Fischer, my boss, had just flowed in from Berlin. She said she was only coming in to see how the renovation of our London office went but the fact that I was on my knees, in my office, with my face buried between her thighs, led me to believe that her visit was more than business.
“Oh god that’s good, Adrian,” she exclaimed as I held her panties to the side and sucked her clit between my lips, slashing it with the tip of my tongue. “My husband never does this for me. You make such a great… lover… fucker.”
Standing up, I looked at her amazing body, her long tanned legs spread wide on the sides of the office chair.
“Is this what you came all this way for, Mrs. Fischer?” I inquired as I shed my pants.
“I told you to call me Adele. Calling me any different makes me feel old.”
She then grabbed the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down to my knees, releasing my ever-hardening cock.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I came here for. Just look at that cock! I think I’ll keep using you as my fuck boy,” she exclaimed.
That statement defined the arrangement that has ruled my life for the last two years, since Mrs. Fischer seduced me the first time, while we were out on a business trip. She was anything but hard to look at. My boss was a real cougar, a MILF, looking to make up for the lost time, and in her case, that meant years of pent-up sexual frustration.
Mature with blonde hair, and silicone tits, Mrs. Fischer looked incredible for her age and besides that, she started a business that in only ten years flourished, going worldwide. Her husband wasn’t giving her the attention she needed, being out fucking twenty-year-olds, so she made sure her odometer was racking up the miles as well.
I dropped back to my knees and buried my face in her cunt, sucking and licking her clit while my hands explored the hole that was quickly becoming more than moist. Mrs. Fischer sat back in my office chair and spread her legs wider, putting them over the armrests. She arched her back, pushed my face deeper into her pussy, and then raised her right leg up and held it at the ankle, giving me more access.
“Put it in. I want to feel your cock inside of me,” she ordered.
I stopped licking, stood up, and slipped my cock deep into her waiting hole. It was so wet, so tight. I kept pushing until my balls were resting on her asshole.
“Oh fuck, Adrian. That’s deep,” she exclaimed, “Do it a gain. Pull it out and pump that cock in my cunt again.”
I did as I was told and watched my cock sink back into her wet pussy over and over.
“You’re loving this aren’t you, Adrian?” she said running her fingers along my chest.
“I do, Mrs. Fischer. Sorry, Adele,” I answered.
Indeed, I enjoyed fucking her, my cock head, engorged and purple, spreading the lips of her pussy and plunging deep into her wetness. Mrs. Fischer was watching me as I fucked her and I enjoyed watching her too. She was too sexy not to watch. I loved the faces she’d make as my cock would push into her.
She was dressed for business but, the black Louboutin heels silently spoke to men, “I want to fuck.” At least that’s what they said to me. Her breasts were pushed forward against the front zipper of her dress. The curves of the back of her legs were fully exposed. Her right leg was fully extended upwards. Her left leg spread wide and our bodies fused at the groin. I loved fucking her in this position. I believed I could pump her like this for hours if she let me, giving her hungry hole the full length of my cock.
Suddenly she put her foot on my chest and pushed me away from her. Mrs. Fischer got up and pushed me down on the office chair. She turned her back to me, grabbed my cock with one hand, and directed my tool to her cunt, impaling herself on my long shaft, now slick with her juices. She began to ride my shaft furiously, bouncing up and down, trying not to lose her balance on her high heels while still slamming her ass against my pelvis.
“I’m cumming, oh, God I’m cumming,” she screamed as I sat down on the chair and leaned back a little.
She was now in control of her own orgasm as she slid her pussy up and down on my cock. She moaned as my cock disappeared between the lips of her pussy. My rhythmic strokes were long, deep, and forceful.
“Fuck me, Adrian. Fuck my little cunt. Make it yours. Make me your slut,” she said turning her head to the side and looking back at me.
I grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands and spread them so that I can thrust my cock in her cunt. Spreading her cheeks allowed me to run my thumb over her asshole, teasing it and slowly pushing it inside her tight hole.
“Yes, that’s it,” she cooed.
I pulled my cock out and traced the crack of her ass with it and slipped it into her asshole.
“Oh, God. It’s so deep. It’s so long. Deeper baby…slow…deeper,” she cried out.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her further onto my cock. My hands slipped up, under her shirt and I pulled her left breast out of her bra. I squeezed the soft flesh and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She moaned like she had just been touched for the first time.
Balancing on her Louboutin heels made her ass stick out and she began to bounce up and down on my cock. When her ass had sucked in the full length of my shaft she started to moan and then roll her hips. It was as if she was giving me the lap dance of her life.
“It’s so fucking good. You’re filling me up. Fuck…”
I leaned back more into my chair so I could get a better view of my cock disappearing between her beautiful, round cheeks but Mrs. Fischer instinctively knew what I wanted. She lifted her left leg up, resting it on the side of the chair. Now all her weight was balanced on a single foot but she could slide up and down my cock easily with little effort, now.
“I’ve wanted you in my ass for such a long time. I love having your hot throbbing cock in my tight tiny hole.”
My cock wanted to scream. I’m sure I was leaking more than precum into my boss’s ass but, it felt too good not to enjoy it for as long as I could.
“You like my nasty little asshole?” she teased me.
She was killing me. I wanted to cum so bad and she wouldn’t let up.
“Where do you want to cum? I know you’re close,” she said.
She put her leg back down and spread her legs wider. Leaning forward and putting her hands on the floor, sticking her ass out toward me, rolling her hips forward. She did this while I was still deep inside. What a fucking performance. This is why I loved fucking her, she treated sex like a sport, a hobby. She knew how to fuck and she loved to fuck.
“Maybe you want something nastier, Adrian. You want to go from my ass to my mouth?” she said but I knew I’d never make it to her mouth.
I was so close to losing it all. I grabbed her waist and began to pound harder, faster, deeper. I needed as much of my cock inside her ass and I needed it now.
“Do it, Adrian. Feed me that cock. I want all your sweet cum,” she encouraged me.
Mrs. Fischer never got a chance to finish her sentence but, she yelped as I drove deeper into her. I was going to cum. Filling her with my warm seed, giving her an anal cream pie. I grunted as I felt my seed explode into her ass, spurt after spurt of cum blasting her anal canal. I continued to thrust until my balls had emptied into her ass.
Exhausted, she lifted herself off my cock and stepped away. I saw her asshole still gaped as she squatted and pushed my cum out, letting it drip onto the floor.
“Kiss your nasty boss.”
She looked incredibly sexy so I leaned down and kissed her. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths like we had never done before. Mrs. Fischer was spent. She lay back on the floor and I lay on top of her. My lips explored her mouth for a while longer, sucking and kissing her lips. I wanted to go again, make her proud of me but even if the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak.
That night we consummated our lust again, in her hotel room, in a more sensual than sexual way and she told me for the first time that she wanted to get a divorce. Maybe I would become more than a fuck boy if I played my cards right.
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