The Boss Lady Part II-Rewrite - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part II-Rewrite

... her senses in overload, she fell off of him and he followed, keeping his mouth latched onto her engorged clit. Her body continued to buck, and she continued to ride wave after wave of an orgasmic tsunami. “Fuck Jack, I’m still cumming! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck,” she said, trying to regain control of her body, but Jack would not let her. “It feels so good! Please don’t fucking stop! Please Jack! Please let me keep cumming in your mouth,” she begged as her creamy, white cum continued to gush out of her ejaculating pussy. He happily obliged until she begged him to stop, exhausted from the near constant muscle contractions from the multiple orgasms Jack had just given her. She tried desperately to catch her breath as she spoke to him. “God damn you can eat a motherfucking pussy! If I would have known you were that fucking good at it, I would’ve had you under my desk, licking my clit every fucking day!” Jack loved her foul-mouthed commentary of what had just happened; he put his hands behind his head, and smiled wide, and felt a sense of accomplishment. He had just made his rude, loudmouthed, ungrateful bitch of a boss cum all of over his face, and he felt goddamn good about it! He looked over at Anita, and she looked almost comatose. She was cum drunk, and the only movements he could see her making, were the rhythmic motions of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. Anita looked over at Jack, and saw the look of satisfaction on his face. She looked away from him, and then up at ...

... the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. She had just received the best clit-licking of her life by a white man that just so happens to work for her. She had never been with a white man up until now. She had also never cum so hard in her life, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. It had been about five minutes since Jack had given Anita a mind-blowing orgasm, and her pussy still tingled and twitched, but she still wanted more. Feeling almost insatiable, she looked back at Jack once more and shook her head. She looked down at his cock. It was still hard as a rock, and precum continued to flow from the red, bulbous head. “I need another fucking drink,” she said abruptly, and Jack was brought back to reality by her words, but agreed to her proposition. They both got out of bed, and walked out of the room. Anita still had her heels and fishnets on, even though she was wobbling in them just a little. Jack loved the way she was dressed, or rather, undressed, and it showed by the way his erect cock continued to bounce as he walked behind her. He loved her curves, and how she walked in the heels; and he especially loved the fishnets. They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where they each retrieved their previously used shot glasses, and filled them up. Jack looked out the window and saw that it had gotten dark. He also saw that his car was still in the driveway. “My car,” he said, and he ran back upstairs, threw on his pants and shirt and quickly moved his ...