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Fucking My Boss

... realizing it was only 6:30 pm and that others may be around, but Renee, who often worked late, was quick to calm my nerves. "It's OK, baby," she said, pulling her mouth away for just a moment. "Everyone else is long gone." I knew that there was evening security in the building, actually, but Renee added that security never comes back to the administrative offices. Pleasure gave way to caution, and I sighed and moaned again when Renee took me back in her mouth. For the next five minutes or so, Renee sucked my cock, demonstrating expertise that came with her age that I had never had the joy of experiencing until that time. There I realized I was in for a real treat, even aside from the fact that I was going to plug my boss. Renee would be the oldest woman I'd be with by more than a decade, and all those years meant all that sexual experience. In truth, Renee had been having sex for longer than I'd been alive. By the time Renee finished blowing me, I was more than ready for a good fuck. However, she was the boss and didn't let me forget it, stating I now had to pass an "oral exam." What she was implying was obvious. She got up from her knees and then pushed herself up onto the desk, facing me as she sat on it. Then she leaned back, holding herself up by supporting herself with one arm while she used the other hand to hold up her skirt and reveal her clearly moist pussy between her legs that were spreading. My fantasies of Renee never involved going down on her, but in this ...

... moment of reality, I was happy to comply. Again, she was the one signing off on my paychecks. Obediently, I knelt beside the desk, in front of my boss's taint and leaned forward as Renee lifted her right leg up into the air, over my head and slid her left leg farther out along the surface of her desk. My peripheral vision was obscured by Renee's skirt, so I had nothing to be focused on except for my boss's pink pussy. I went right for it. At first, I used my index finger to locate the exact spot. Then, using that same hand to more or less spread Renee's pussy, I pressed my mouth against that spot and began to eat out my 54-year old supervisor. Her moans led me to believe that I was performing my task well, as did her increasing wetness. Giving my boss oral may not have been on the job description I signed off on, but then again, I recall there was a point that included being willing to go above and beyond my expected duties. I licked Renee's twat for a little longer than she'd given me oral, maybe eight or 10 minutes. About halfway through, she lowered her leg and rested it over my shoulder, still holding up her skirt as I went to town on her cunt. The heel in her shoe poked my back as my tongue prodded her insides. My boss squirmed and moaned throughout my pleasuring her and assured me that I was doing a good job, calling me "sweetie" and "honey" a lot. The affection was kind of weird coming from my boss, but, then again, eating my boss's pussy wasn't exactly standard either. ...