Freeuse 03: The Boss - Sex Stories

Freeuse 03: The Boss

... With his cock. In her pussy. That was the requirement.

But he was a man as well, and a dominant one. Perhaps she wasn't aware of how dominant.

"Well, why would she be?" Daniel thought to himself.

He stood up fully as her body continued to grind back on his fingers, her pussy now well lubricated and wanting to accept anything hard and rigid, whether it's owner wanted it to or not.

He unzipped his fly and released his seven inch cock from its confines, still working her spot with his one hand as he pumped his meat several times with the other.

After about a minute he removed his fingers and placed his circumcised head at her hot entrance.

Mary pushed back, trying to get him in her, but Daniel pulled back, allowing just the very tip to barely get in her lips.

She turned her head and looked back at him, a questioning and irritated look on her face.

But she'd stopped pushing back.

He had both hands on her hips in classic, standing doggy fashion, and rammed all of himself into her sopping cunt in one glorious, violent thrust.

"Uh hu-uh," Mary said into the receiver, but the hitch in her voice was more from the motion of the fuck on her diaphragm versus sexual pleasure.

That wouldn't do.

And rather than go slow, or show concern, or be considerate like he usually did with his women, Daniel knew what a woman like Mary needed.

She was a boss, in a male-dominated field, and she was used to being pampered. Being catered to. No doubt the men in ...

... her life did all those things.

Daniel didn't give her a chance to take control.

He fucked fast. Powerful, long strokes that slapped against her ass with an audible sound. She fought to maintain control of her upper body as her mouse jumped around on the screen.

He didn't stop after a dozen thrusts though. Or even thirty seconds.

He tapped into his physique and training regimen and just- kept going.

After about two and a half minutes he was rewarded by her hand clenching on the desk with a sound from her lips, "Mmmhh."

Her pelvis rolled as her right leg, still curved, began shuddering uncontrollably.

He continued his assault on her though, as she frantically hit the mute button on her phone.

"Th-ank yo-ou Dan-ie-el. Tha-at-'ll be-ee ah-ll," she said, again looking back at him, her voice reacting to both her post-orgasm as well as his rapid fucking.

But he reached forward with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair, wrenching it back as the phone reciever clattered to the desk top.

"You think you're done, Slut?" he told more than actually asked.

He reveled in a new look in her eye he could see, utterly fixed on him. His statement elicited shock, excitement, and a hint of submission.

"My job is to take care of my sleeves, but your job is to make your hot little hole milk my cock of its cum and into you. And you're not quite there Slut."

As he predicted, by assigning her a new name, it unlocked something within her, something even she ...