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Her Husband's Boss

... and at that moment Jessica, shocked beyond belief, felt a jet of hot semen strike the back of her throat. It was so far back in her mouth that it went into her esophagus without her swallowing. She jerked her head so sharply at the sensation of this that most of the man’s penis came out of her mouth, but enough of it was still inside that his second spurt of cum landed squarely on her tongue. Cursing yet again, Slater waited until the final ripple of his orgasm died and then he fell back on his back beside the body of his subordinate’s wife, spent. Jessica, on her back and gasping for air, felt the cum in her mouth and didn’t know what to do with it. She didn’t think she wanted to swallow it—she knew she had already inadvertently swallowed a big wad of it. She therefore spit it out, sending a long, sticky trail of semen mixed with saliva oozing down her chin. She wiped at it with the back of her hand but only succeeded in smearing it over her more of her face. “You god damn bastard!” she spat, the salty taste of his semen still palpable on her tongue. “I didn’t tell you you could do that!” XIV. Fifteen minutes passed. Both of them had been lying on their backs on the bed in spent sexual exhaustion. Jessica had wanted to cover her nakedness but they were lying on top of a bedspread and there was no way she could pull a sheet over her. She could only pull her skirt down to cover the juncture of her thighs. Finally she spoke, her voice determined. “If you double cross me on ...

... this, I swear I’ll hire a Mafia hit man on you.” “Take your dress the rest of the way off,” was Slater’s response. “And your shoes.” Jessica sat up on the bed and glanced at the bedside clock radio. “My son will be home in an hour!” she protested. “You have to get out of here.” “Take off your fucking dress!” “Look,” she pleaded, ‘you’ve had me already—“ “Do you want me to rip it off you?” Hesitating momentarily, with a dour pout on her face, Jessica eventually did as she was told. Things were obviously a one-way street with this scoundrel. Sitting up, she shimmied out of the yellow summery dress that she had worn to Slater’s cocktail party. Her loosened bra that had been laid open in front came off with it. She was now totally naked—save for the medium heel pumps—just as she was in the poster sized photo on the wall, the photo her husband had taken of her, except in the photo one could see only the subtlest hint of her breasts. Now, in real life, the man on the bed beside her could see all of her, and he took his time in doing just that, his eyes devouring every inch of her nakedness. Jessica felt like a piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop and squirmed noticeably under his gaze. When his eyes got to her feet, he motioned for her to remove her shoes. Slowly, she reached down her extended legs and, one at a time, undid the straps of the pumps and tossed them off the bed. She saw out of the corner of her eye that the man’s penis had hardened once again. She gasped. He’s going to ...