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Fucking Melissa's Hairy Pussy

Melissa was my employee for about five years. We hit it off immediately from day one when we both started at the same company. Immediately I thought she was cute. She had long auburn hair, light skin with freckles, a fat belly, thick thighs and small tits. At first I really had the hots for her as I absolutely am attracted to, and love, chubby girls, especially ones like her. We became best friends despite me being her boss. In fact, she became my right hand girl and I couldn’t have done a lot of my job without her. I would “innocently” flirt with her at times and she’d do the same, all in fun. Our job required us to travel to Charlotte about once a month for a few days. On one of these trips we’d had a particularly long day and as we were heading back to the hotel I said that I was going grab a shower, some room service, and stay in that night. She said that sounded like a good idea and that she would do the same. About 10:00pm that evening I was working on a document at the desk in my room. I got a text from her saying “I’ve got a bottle of wine I can’t finish.” I responded back “ok, I’ll bail you out”. A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door and I let her in. She walked past with the wine bottle and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. “What cha doing?” Watching the TV she took a deep swig from the bottle. “Not much, what’s up with you.” I went back to working on my document as she explained that she’d just gotten off the phone with her husband Paul and that ...

... he was very grouchy. I asked her what the problem was and she said “Well, you know these trips we take are during the third week of every month. My period always starts the week before which means he’s not getting any for two weeks.” Absentmindedly I said “You ever hear of a blowjob?”, still focused on my document. I heard her take another swig of wine, “Yea, he’s tired of that, whenever I start he wants to go all the way and I’m not really into fucking on my period.” I said “Well, he just needs something different, he probably feels like you’re just doing it to get him off so he won’t bug you.” She laughed and said “Yea, no k**ding! Ha!” I said, “I’m serious; he needs to know you’re still into him and that you find him hot.” I could feel her staring a hole into the back of my head as she took another drink and said nothing more. I continued, “Yea. Next time you’re on your period and you know he’s going to be sniffing for your pussy, walk up behind him, put your arm around him and say into his ear ‘Paul, I want you to cum in my mouth, but I want YOU to do it. And you can’t touch me while you’re doing it.’” After another gulp of wine and some silence she asked “What do you mean?” I told her to repeat what I just said to him, and then take him to the middle of a room or in the bedroom. Take off her top and bra, kneel down in front of him and tell him to drop his pants. I told her to re-explain to him he was not to touch her, and definitely not to cum on her, but that he was to ...