The Boss Lady Part I Revised - Sex Stories

The Boss Lady Part I Revised

... thong, a pair of black, fishnet thigh highs, and a pair of black, five inch stiletto heels. She had on no bra and her perky C cup tits (probably a small C, Jack thought to himself), were capped by rock hard nipples that were, to Jack’s surprise, pierced! “What do you think?” She asked, doing a little twirl, and giving Jack a peak at that fat ass he looked at so often at work. Jack did not say a word. He just stared at her. He started to think that he had actually passed out, and this was just a very vivid dream. Jack wanted to jump up off of the couch. He wanted to walk over to her, and pinch her nipples to make sure that this was in fact, not a dream but unbeknownst to him, Anita had other plans. She made her way over to the couch, heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor, and she stopped when she was directly in front of him, her nearly naked body facing his. She brought her face down to his, leaning over him but keeping her thick, toned legs straight. She looked into his eyes and placed her full, sensuous lips onto his and kissed him passionately. Jack felt her tongue ...

... slip into his mouth and he happily accepted it, and entwined his tongue with hers. She grabbed his arms and held them against the couch, using them to balance herself as she slowly sat down onto his lap. She pulled her mouth from his and looked at him, staring deeply into his piercing blue eyes. She could see the confusion in them; the burning questions, and the smoldering lust that looked to be searing his sensory-overloaded brain. She felt empowered by the scene, and she felt wanted, but even she wasn’t sure why this was happening. She just knew that she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to fuck this white boy like he had never been fucked before. Slowly and deliberately, she ground her panty clad cunt against the bulge that had rapidly developed in Jack’s pants, and she planted her lips on his once more. Their tongues danced to the same unheard rhythm that’s Anita’s hips were gyrating to, and Jack felt as if he were on cloud nine. An internal battle waged within him though. He wanted to take control of Anita; to dominate her, and treat her as his sex-subordinate—to treat her as pet.