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Her Husband's Boss

... away from her with an abruptness that startled her. She opened her eyes questioningly as to what was happening. It was a question answered wordlessly as Slater’s hands began to roughly remove her panties, and once they were down her legs and past her medium heel pumps, Slater’s hands moved under the woman’s bare ass cheeks and lifted her crotch to his face. The backs of Jessica’s head and shoulders remained on the steps of the staircase as her feet were lifted and her knees positioned over the man’s shoulders on either side of his head. Her flowing skirt was now pushed up over her waist, and she gasped as Slater brought his face to the juncture of her legs and began to eat her. Michael Jones’ wife snapped at this moment. The fingering of her pussy had wetted her, but now, with her legs thrown over the shoulders of a strong and lustful male of her species, with said wet pussy being voraciously eaten, a spark ignited within her loins. The indomitable will and energy of this powerful, confident alpha male taking what he wanted, awakened a latent, reciprocal energy within her. It was energy that is within the genetic programming of all women dating back to their cavewomen foremothers, but suppressed by most modern day feminists, including Jessica—until this very moment. It is energy that, when unlocked, causes the fertile female to not only submit to, but to crave, the forceful male that wants to take her. Whimpering and genetically unable to control herself, Jessica began to ...

... fuck back against the mouth that was devouring her pussy. She pressed her thighs tightly against the sides of the head of her husband’s boss as his tongue entered her as deeply as it could and his lips nibbled hungrily at her clitoris. Soon her whimpers evolved into loud cries. The cries exploded into shouts that reverberated from the staircase throughout the house’s interior as Jessica was brought to orgasm by the insatiable tongue of her husband’s boss. Ripple after ripple of her climax left her bucking like a rodeo bronco. It was all that the man eating her could do to keep his mouth solidly against her pussy. As the ripples at last faded and her body went limp, Jessica gulped in disbelief. No one could have been more startled by the intensity of her orgasm than Jessica herself. She had not expected this. Certainly, the last time she had traded sex for favors, which was with her college professors, she had not cum. Not even close. Now, however, as she stared up at the ceiling above the staircase of her house, she panted like a dog that had just ran a quarter mile. She had never experienced such expert oral sex. Her husband would do down on her on occasion because he knew she liked it, but his heart never seemed to be in it. Before she could gain her bearings, the tide of pleasure that she experienced deep within her loins began to turn and consume her once again because, to her shock, the man was not finished eating her! If anything, his nose and tongue, which took turns ...