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Her Husband's Boss

... would have been pedophilic had she been a child. Another long moment passed. Finally: “I’m sorry I slapped you.” “Why did you slap me?” Jessica showed signs of impatient exasperation. Slater now had his hands all over her bare legs. “Because you were rude and insulting!” she cried. Slater smiled. “All I said was that your husband would be VP if you fucked me. A quid pro quo business deal, Jesse. Happens all the time. Its how business is done.” He now placed his hands inside Jessica’s knees and pushed them apart. She did not resist. “And now you’ve accepted my proposal. Took you awhile. You had to sleep on it, didn’t you?” “Bastard!” she spat. With that, Slater pushed Jessica’s skirt up past her waist, exposing her genitals. She did not flinch. “Say you’re sorry again and beg me to fuck you!” he spat back. “Fuck you!” He shook her roughly. “Say it!” Jessica gasped. Uncertain what this man was capable of doing, she quickly decided it best to comply with his creepy wishes. “I’m…I’m sorry I slapped you!” And then, after but the briefest of hesitations: “Please fuck me!” XIII. Slater was on her in a heartbeat, spreading her thighs and guiding his swollen cock to the threshold of her sex. She was easy to enter. Her pussy had remained a wet and lubricated tunnel from her recent throes of orgasm, and the first four inches of Slater’s seven inch cock slid into her like a knife into warm butter. Four inches were all he desired to give her on the first thrust. He had positioned ...

... himself low on her body so that a full inward thrust would go no further than that. He then withdrew everything but the head and rammed back in. Withdrew and rammed. Withdrew and rammed. Beneath him on her back, Jessica whimpered. She wrapped her legs around her husband’s boss and dug her heels into the back of his thighs. Soft cries of “fuck me” spilled from her lips—lips that his quickly covered. It was her tongue went into his mouth this time. Jessica knew that he was only toying with her with half his cock. She wanted all of it. “More!” she whimpered, her lips pressed to his. “Give me more…” “Beg for it!” Slater hissed, taking his mouth away from hers now to begin nibbling at her neck. He continued giving her in-and-out fuck thrusts, but only the four inches worth. “Please!” She moaned. She tried to thrust her own lower abdomen into his to take more of what she wanted, but Slater was able to prevent her from succeeding. She knew that she must beg. “Please! I want all of your cock! Give it to me! I’m…begging you…” What she felt instead was Slater unbuttoning the front of the upper portion of her dress. One button at a time. Jessica sighed impatiently at this but then let her body relax back into the mattress, knowing that she could not control this man, knowing that she was going to be fucked on his terms, not hers. “You bad boy,” she cooed. Slater was unbuttoning the last button of her dress. “You wanna see my tits, don’t you, naughty boy. You didn’t see enough of me in that ...