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Her Husband's Boss

... continued working on her. Her dress was a mess. The skirt rode in a heap around her waist, while the top part, laid open, covered only her shoulders. In the heat of their passion there had not been time, or the necessity, of removing the dress entirely. Nor her shoes. As she stared at the ceiling while her husband’s boss continued to fuck her, Jessica wondered if she would ever wear this dress again. She couldn’t possible wear it with her husband, she knew. Why was she thinking of her husband so much? Slater had shoved his hands down between her legs and lifted her knees up until they draped over his shoulders, bending her body in half. Jessica gasped at this, as it lifted the angle of her vagina to such a point as to allow his penis complete and possession her. “My god, you’re insatiable!” she panted. She then panicked that his nibbling at her neck might be progressing into a hickey. “No!” she gasped. “Don’t! My husband might see!” “Wear a scarf!” he growled and bit into the soft flesh of the side of her neck. “No!” she yelped, striking at his back with fists, but his cock kept going in and out of her and his sucking mouth brought blood that he could taste from the tiny bite wound. “No, no, nooooo! With that, Slater abruptly pulled his dick completely out of her and rose up. Jessica’s legs fell to the mattress around his body as he knelt between them. She looked at him in wonder. She hadn’t thought that he had cum. When he shifted his body to her head, and she saw his ...

... shinning, wet penis close-up, still rock hard, she knew for sure that he hadn’t cum. “Suck it!” he commanded. Laying beside her on the bed, facing her, he held his stiff shaft at the base and pointed the head toward Jessica’s mouth. She had been breathing with her mouth open, but shut it tightly when she realized what the man’s intentions were. She tried to turn away. “Open you’re fucking mouth, bitch! Suck it!” When Slater grabbed her by the nose and clamped her nostrils shut, she had no choice but to reopen her mouth. When she did, Slater pushed the head of his hard cock between her lips until it came into contact with the tip of her tongue. “Taste yourself!” he ordered. “Taste your pussy!” Jessica understood that with this man there was no compromise. She might as well be getting raped. Reluctantly, with the side of her face flat against the mattress, she parted her lips further and allowed more of the penis that had been balls deep in her vagina to now enter her mouth. Jessica had tasted her pussy juices before. When she used to masturbate—something she hadn’t done since marriage—she would often smell and lick her fingers afterwards. She had always thought that masturbating was excitingly naughty, and licking her fingers afterwards was even more so. But tasting herself on her fingers was one thing. Tasting herself on the penis of her husband’s boss was quite another, so she was reluctant at first as her tongue licked as lightly as possible at the taunt skin of the rigid male ...