Owning My Boss’s Holes

She grabbed my cock and slapped it on her lips, placing the tip of my cock on her partially opened mouth. She smiled, then puckered as the tip of her tongue flicked my engorged mushroom head.

One warm Saturday night, I got a phone call from Adele Fischer, my boss. It had been about five months now since we started our forbidden relationship.

I loved that she was in her prime and uninhibited. Adele was in her late forties but worked at keeping her body as fit as women half her age. We didn’t want to know the complications of each other’s lives. We both knew what part we played in each other’s fantasies. She loved the size of my cock and how I made her feel when we were together and I loved making her feel that way.

We enjoyed each other’s company but also mutually objectified each other’s bodies, which is why I was surprised to get a phone call from her that night.

“Hey, Adrian”

“Hey, Adele. How did the meeting with Mr. Wilson go?”

“Oh, forget about that, it was such a bore. Right now I have something more pressing I need to deal with.”

“What is that, Adele?”

“I’m feeling kind of nasty tonight and I’m just so horny. I’m craving some cock,” she said almost whispering.

“Well, I was about to jump into the shower if you want to join me.”

“Join you? I already sent Mike to pick you up,” she said. “Oh, one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Bring some lube,” she said and hung up the phone.

I don’t even know if what I did counted as a shower. Water was still dripping off my nude body when I quickly put on a T-shirt and some shorts, before making my way downstairs and jumping into the car she sent for me.

When I arrived at her house, Adele was in the kitchen lifting spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth like she was sucking cock.

“Well hello there,” she smiled. “Did I tell you mommy’s hungry for some sausage?”

“You did hint something on the phone,” I responded making my way toward her.

“Christ, lose the clothes, Adrian. I need to see your big sausage,” she exclaimed.

“That’s good,” I answered as I dropped my shorts and pulled off my t-shirt, “I’ve been craving some pie.”

Adele giggled at my joke and gave the spoon one last lick before she stepped out from behind the kitchen counter.

“You like what you see?”

Except for sheer black thigh-high stockings and extreme pink fuck-me-pumps, Adele was wearing a small pink top stretched taut across her tits, with the letters S-L-U-T emblazoned across the front.

My slutty boss knew exactly how to push all the right buttons, modeling the lack of clothing for me and I did want to pop right then but I wasn’t going to let my desire to cum ruin our time together. I was going to make tonight last. Delaying my desire to cum meant she could have more orgasms.

“Do you like these heels?” she asked turning around, showing me her body in all her splendor.

“Ungodly beautiful and sexy,” I responded as the back seams of her stockings drew my eyes up to the toned cheeks of her tanned ass.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.

I walked up to her, pressed my chest against her back, and cupped my hands around her firm breasts. I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. My rigid shaft, standing completely upright, fit perfectly in the crack of her ass.

“Oh, you are thinking what I’m thinking,” she cooed and broke free.

I just stood there admiring the rhythmic bouncing of her ass cheeks as her toned legs carried her away from me, the stiletto heels clacking against the tile as she headed toward her bedroom.

“Come on, we’re wasting time,” she said and I followed her.

When I walked inside the room, she was already on her back in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide, and with a mischievous smile on her face. Arching her back she beckoned for me to join her.

“You look like the perfect Fuck-Me Barbie,” I whispered as I climbed on top of her.

“You mean I look like a bimbo fuck-toy?”

“A bimbo fuck-toy from heaven,” I responded and slapped my shaft on her pussy lips.

I slipped my cock into her waiting pussy and the force of my thrust lifted her legs and her heels were airborne. As I grabbed Adele’s ankles and placed them over my shoulders I could hear her cry out.

“I know of a better hole for that cock.”

I knew which hole she was talking about and I made sure to keep eye contact as I pulled out of her warm cunt and fed her my shaft. Adele proceeded to lick up and down my shaft, circling the head just to drive me crazy, and then patiently licked my balls and between my ass cheeks, slightly pushing her tongue up my asshole.

“Your turn,” she said after she gave my engorged cock head a quick kiss.

I rolled her over on her stomach. She looked quite helpless in that position. Adele propped herself up on her elbows and looked back.

“What’s wrong,” she asked.

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just taking a longer look.”

She was a stunner, intoxicatingly beautiful, and incredibly sexy. Adele looked great fully clothed, naked, or as was my preference, dressed to fuck. With her thighs splayed wide and the metallic heels of her fuck-me-pumps pointing at me, she was waiting to be filled with cock.

I grabbed the bottle of lube I bought from home and squirted a generous amount across her ass and allowed it to pool in between her ass cheeks. Placing my shaft in between the crease, I rode the crack, rocking her back and forth. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and I started to spread the lube.

“I love it when you tease me. Had I known this would be the reaction, I would have dressed up like a slut much, much sooner,” cooed Adele.

“Tell me what I’m doing right now, slut.”

“You’re grinding so hard between my cheeks,” she moaned. “I can feel your magnificent cock against my skin.”

“Tell me what I’m going to do with it, slut.”

“You’re going to tease me and then stretch out my ass,” she moaned.

“You’re what?”

“My tight little ass,” she repeated.

“What if you don’t deserve my cock?” I inquired softly.

“Please, baby. I need it. I need it,” she begged. “Don’t tease me, anymore.”

I didn’t need an invitation but, I got one as Adele got up on her knees, raised her ass higher, and put her head down, burying her face in the sheets, anticipating insertion.

“Your slut needs a cock,” she moaned.

Adele yelped and tensed around my cock as my head entered her tight ass. The lube had greased a pathway and soon her asshole swallowed my cock with the most wondrous sensation.

“It feels so fucking good.”

It did feel fantastic. I loved the way the head of my cock would spread her sphincter and her asshole would swallow my shaft.

“That’s it baby, long strokes. Long strokes.”

We were in perfect rhythm when Adele got back up on her hands and knees and took over. She pushed my hands off her supple waist and began to twerk, pushing my cock out and then pulling it back in with each successive undulation of her ass. Just when I got used to the rhythm, Adele would change the pace. Her cheeks bounced as my cock was sucked into the roundness of her ass.

“Fuck I want to live in this ass,” I mumbled.

“Anytime,” she replied.

Adele had her hand in between her legs and she was rolling her clit.

“Take over baby, I need to cum.”

Never one to stand in the way of my boss’s orgasms, I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my cock, continuing to thrust in her ass while she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers.

“Deeper baby, deeper.”

I complied. My balls were about to drain too.

“Fuck, harder, baby. Harder. I’m so close.”

My strokes were longer now. At some point, when I pulled out, I entered her pussy by mistake. Hard, fast, and firm, my cock slid in until I was balls-deep in her wet cunt.

Adele was a woman possessed. Her head was down now turned sideways, with her arms spread out and she was clenching handfuls of bedsheets.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed.

I did as I was told and started to alternate between fucking her pussy and her ass. Truth be told I was hanging on for dear life. Being allowed to watch my cock switching between her ass and her pussy was just too nasty in the sexiest way.

“Please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Adele cried. “Just fuck me. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

She kicked her legs up, bending at the knees, and came hard. I was balls deep in her beautiful asshole as she arched her back and pressed her stomach into the bed and the bedsheets below were getting soaked as Adele started squirting copious amounts of liquid.

“Oh, God. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me,” she screamed while climaxing.

She then relaxed and went limp as if she was a rag doll. I pulled out my still rock-hard shaft, and sat on my knees, basking in her beauty.

“That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” she said getting up from the bed.

“Thank you, Adele.”

“Your turn now, baby,” she mouthed as she got on her knees.

I walked over to her, precum pooling at the tip of my cock.

“What do you want to do now, Adele?” I asked.

She grabbed my cock and slapped it on her lips, placing the tip of my cock on her partially opened mouth. She smiled, then puckered as the tip of her tongue flicked my engorged mushroom head. Her luscious lips parted and she licked down the underside of my shaft, smiling a wicked smile as swallowed the precum that had formed at the tip.

“Is that it?” I asked. “I know you can be nastier than that.”

“For now,” she replied as she continued to rub my cock over her pursed lips in slow motion.

She opened her mouth and I pushed against her lips as they closed around my cock. I began to fuck Adele’s throat and she complied. I think she loved to see men’s faces when they realized she had no gag reflex.

When I was “sufficiently” lubricated, I pulled my cock out, grabbed her, and threw her on the bed again. I spread her legs as wide as I could then got on the bed and back down on my knees and placed my cock at her opening, slowly penetrating her love hole. She tried to muffle her pleasure as I pumped in and up into her.

“It feels so fucking good when you’re inside me,” she said.

I began to pump harder. Adele never broke eye contact with me and I kissed her. Long and hard until she kissed back. Her tongue finally entered my mouth and I think it was the most vulnerable that she’d ever been.

“I love it when you make me your whore. Fuck me. Please,” she whispered.

I was no longer just thrusting but pumping my cock in her cunt. Her sweet pussy lips made a smacking sound every time we came together as one. Adele closed her eyes and her mouth started forming big open circles. Her orgasms were smaller but she was having them nonetheless.

I was oblivious to her breasts bouncing in reaction to the thrusts and to her trying to spread her delicious legs even wider to accommodate me.

“This is how I need to be fucked,” she moaned.

I put my hands around Adele’s waist as I began to thrust deeper.

“Yes, stretch it. Stretch that pussy,” she continued. “It feels so good inside me. Oh my God.”

Adele was moaning under her breath. She was lost in the moment and whispering to me in hush tones made it much more intimate.

“Keep going, keep going. Please,” she whispered.

My strokes were longer now and Adele was squeezing my cock with her pussy lips as my balls slapped against them.

“Don’t stop. Use me,” she whispered.

Her pussy felt incredible. It felt like warm, wet velvet, only hotter, tighter, and slicker. I watched as her lubricated pussy lips pulled against my shaft as I pulled out. It was equally delicious to have them swallow my cock when I pushed back in.

“God, Adrian, I love being a little slut. Please. Fuck me. Fuck me. Use me just like a little fuck-doll,” Adele moaned.

I wanted nothing else but to pull out, stand up and cover this beauty with my cum. I wanted to shoot ropes of cum into her hair, on her face, and in her mouth. I wanted to see her eat it. I wanted to see her swallow my cum.

“That’s so much cock. Stretch my little cunt.”

“Oh Fuck. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, “ I exclaimed as I reached down and grabbed the base of my cock.

Shaking my cock as I came seemed to let my juices flow more readily and I filled her hot little cunt with my cum. Adele was spent as I lay on top of her. My tongue explored her mouth while I caressed her breasts and teased her nipples. She massaged my shaft with her hands. It was more sensual than sexual. Whether Adele knew it or not, it was more than just sex between us. It was an unfulfilled romance. That was why the sex was so good. We didn’t need to acknowledge it if she didn’t want to.

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