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Her Husband's Boss

... rooting her now sopping cunt, became even more deeply buried within her. Her cries this time were not as loud as before, but they were of a more sustained and unrelenting nature. Anyone entering the front door of the house at that moment could have been excused for thinking that someone was torturing a small animal. Jessica may have cum three more times before Slayer finally let her legs drop from his shoulders, allowing her feet inside the medium heel pumps to fall like lead weights to the carpeted steps on which they were positioned. Slater was breathing heavily and leaned against the staircase railing for support. His face was covered by pussy juice. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his shirt as he stared down at the equally breathless woman who lay at his feet on the stairs, the skirt of her dress still hiked up quite high on her legs but at least again covering the juncture of those legs. The woman stared back up at him, her eyes glazed. It took Slater perhaps a full minute to regain his breath. He worked out regularly at an executive gym and had the body and strength to show for it, but the act of holding the woman’s lower abdomen up to his mouth for such an extended period was physically taxing. During the time that he rested against the railing, Jessica, save for her heaving chest in breathing, did not move, nor did she take her eyes off him, in the same way that a cornered animal does not take its eyes off its tormentor. Was he done? she wondered. Was that ...

... all he wanted from her? She abruptly found out that this was not all in wanted. When Slater’s strength was regained, he reached down and pulled her the woman off the carpeted steps. She gave a howl of bewilderment as he effortlessly threw her 125 pound body onto his shoulders as if she weighed nothing at all, bending her at her waist, her upper body falling down his backside, her legs dandling in front of him. Slater swayed slightly under the burden of her weight, and Jessica feared momentarily that they would both go tumbling down the stairs. “Put me down!” she cried. Ignoring her, Slater began climbing the remaining stairs to the second story landing, carrying his subordinate’s wife as he went. The panties she had been wearing under her dress were left on the stairs. Slater paused at the landing and looked down both hallways that lead away in either direction. “Which way to the master bedroom?” he asked aloud. When the only response he got was a further cry for him to put her down, he started off down one of the hallways. Pausing at the first doorway, which was ajar, he looked into the room and saw that it definitely belonged to a young boy. Across from that room was another door, this one closed. With the woman wiggling uncomfortably over his shoulder, Slater used his free hand to open the door. This appeared to be a non-lived-in guest room. Wrong guess again. Slater then backtracked to the landing and walked down the other hallway toward the door at the end. The woman, ...