3 comments/ 33549 views/ 26 favorites The Boss' Son By: Pendragoness Trinity buried her face into her beer, the weight of the day nestled firmly upon her small shoulders. She had her hair tied up with a broken pen, the ebony locks curling every direction, and she had long since given in to their will. Her battered briefcase sat near her feet, and she darkly wished she could hurl the fucking thing through a window. Letting out a small sigh, the young woman cast a glance around the upscale bar one last time. Her green eyes pinched shut in aggravation as she, once again, failed to locate her boss' wayward son. He was supposed to meet her thirty minutes ago, and Braden Cooper had yet to put in appearance. Turning to her Guiness, she resolved to give the shit five more minutes. Then she was leaving. * * * Braden Cooper pushed his way through the crowd, and took his place at the bar counter. Mumbling under his breath, he signaled with a single finger and immediately a scotch slid in front of him, the liquor quivering but not a drop spilled. He tossed it down his throat, and checked his phone. His father had failed to tell him about this meeting with one of his "most promising" underlings. As a result, he was half an hour late to meet his divorce lawyer and he had received a ticket trying to hurriedly arrive. His eyes raked over the crowd, looking for someone who fit the vague description his father had given. Dark, messy hair, professional, female. Braden snorted into the third scotch that had turned up in front of him. The place was crawling with women of that description. Wait, where had the second shot gone? No matter. Braden went to signal for another when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Spinning around, his eyes met the most gorgeous green eyes he'd ever seen. Midnight hair spilled around a heart shaped face, one curl caressing high cheek bones in a decidedly erotic manner. "Are you Mr. Cooper?" Braden nearly missed her question, he was so intent on the movements of her full lips. Fuck, but how would they feel wrapped around his hardening cock? Get a grip, he scolded, it's been too long. He stood, his black tee stretching across his chest as he extended his hand. She stuck hers out, and heat Shot through his arm and straight to his throbbing dick. "Yeah, I am. You're the lawyer my dad sent?" Braden forced his eyes from her mouth, and they traveled to her tits, milky white and threatening to burst from the pink blouse she'd miraculously buttoned over them. Shame. Everything in him screamed to rip it off her. "Sorry I'm late. Dad didn't tell me to be here until an hour ago and I live across town..." * * * Trinity bit her lip, stifling a groan. The man in front of her had thick blonde hair that scattered in every direction and eyes the color of brandy, with heat that set her pussy on fire. His shirt fit him perfectly, and his jeans did very little to hide the fact that his divorce had left him sexually frustrated. He towered over her 5'3" frame silently, and she realized he was waiting for a response. "Yes, I'm Trinity James. Your dad asked me to represent you. Maybe we could talk outside. I've had a bit to drink and it's rather hot..." And there's not enough room between us, she silently added. Braden nodded his assent, but instead of going outside he went to a back office. Puzzled, Trinity followed him to the room and shut the door behind them. Pictures plastered the wall, upon closer inspection she was surprised to see him in many of them. "Do you work here?" He took a seat on the side of the desk, and gestured to the chair in front of him. She scooted around his legs to sit, ignoring the way his knees brushed against her ass, adding to the alcohol induced buzz in her brain. "My brother owns it," the man invading her senses replied. She could smell him, a deep musk that made her nipples tighten in anticipation. Looking up, their gazes locked and her stomach knotted. Oh well, she thought, I'm too buzzed to be working. She opened her mouth to say just that, when he stood, cutting her.off and lifting her to her feet. "Fuck. I'm sorry Miss James, but you can't represent me." Bewildered, she shot him an angry look. She'd given up a bubble bath in a jetted tub to be here, and he was dismissing her? * * * "Why the hell not?" The beauty one front of him swelled with fury, and it did wonderful things to her color. Cheeks flushed, Trinity didn't seem to realize the way her skirt had risen to mid thigh when he had lifted her from the chair. But Braden was very aware of it. "Because," He said calmly. "I am going to fuck you so hard you forget everything but me." Her mouth made an alluring o-shape, and he didn't bother hiding his groan. Braden bundled her into his arms, his teeth nipping on her painted mouth before claiming it, lips melting against lips as all the tension left her lithe body. Moaning into his mouth, Trinity could taste the scotch and she wrapped her fingers in his hair. Her mind screamed at her to stop, but her pulsing pussy wouldn't let her. Braden's hands found their way to her hair, yanking the pen out, letting it cascade down her back. He buried his hands in the glorious locks, and tugged her head back, exposing her neck. His tongue traced the soft lines of her collar bone and Trinity let out a breathless moan. Oneof his hands found her ass and cupped the firm globe over her skirt, burning into her skin like an iron. Her hands traced the muscles of his back, and she could feel his dick pressing into her stomach. "Please!" "Please what?" He whispered roughly into her ear and spasms shot through her. "Fuck me. Please fuck me." "No." Braden picked her up and spun her around. Setting her on the desk, he used one hand to pop the buttons on her blouse, letting it fall to the side. Trinity watched his eyes darken with the same hunger that shined in hers, and she reveled in it. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp of her plain white bra, and let her 42C tits spring free. Then she fell back on her elbows, her upper half bare. Rough fingers unwittingly found hard nipples, and a whimper escaped her around he rolled them between two fingers. While she had been ridding herself of a bra, he had taken his shirt off. Trinity stared at his toned body, the muscles defined in subtle ways and the skin golden from the sun. "God you look so fucking hot," Braden murmured. With his hands running over her body, she felt beautiful. She let her head fall back as she enjoyed his touch for a minute, but the sound of a zipper brought her back. Legs spread, his jeans had been undone and his hand moved on his cock in sure, powerful strokes while he explored her body. Biting her lip, she sat up on the edge of the desk. "Please... let me taste you." Nodding his assent, he stepped forward and she dropped to the floor on her knees, small mouth open. Braden wasted no time, and he shoved his cock into Her throat, hissing as she gagged and allowed him access. Looking down at her, her pretty green eyes begging, her tits free and her cheeks stuffed with his dick, Braden felt total satisfaction. He wrapped his hands in her hair, holding her still. He kept eye contact with her as he slowly began to move in her mouth. Trinity trembled, her cunt soaking wet and her throat burning. She wanted so desperately to rub her clit, but she wasn't sure if she was allowed. So instead she sat, staring into hypnotising eyes. Then he threw his head back and began raping her mouth in earnest, taking everything he needed from her and damn anything she wanted. For some reason, that thought made her nipples tingle and she moaned. He fucked her harder, and she could hear the wet slurping noise she was making. Braden's breathing became shallow and ragged, and with a growl he pulled out of her mouth. Hot cum shot all over her face, and Braden instantly got hard again at how the slut just turned her face up prettily and took it, licking it off her lips and never looking away from him. "Get up on the desk." He growled the orders. She obeyed. "Now spread your legs." Trinity hesitated for a moment, and he shoved her legs open, revealing a glistening, bare cunt. He bundled her skirt around her waist, and took out his phone. When she moved to protest a glare silenced her. A quick click verified the knowledge that he had just take a snap of her bits on display. Trinity glared at him, and he at her. "What?" She snorted. "What the hell was that?" "A memento." And with that he flicked her clit, and smirked when she moaned. " Do you want to touch yourself?" "Yes!" She could almost hear the frown. "Sir." " What?" Trinity lifted her head are stared. Braden sat on her previous chair, jeans still on, erect cock out. She could still feel his sticky cum on her face. "Yes, sir. Say it." He waited until she saw he was serious. "Yes... sir." He smirked, and she longed to kiss him and smack him. "Do it." He settled back, apparently content to watch. His hand slid up and down his shaft, the other cupped his balls. She watched him for a moment, and then spread her legs wider. Her finger circled her clit, and her eyes drifted shut as pleasure raced through her body. She moaned, her movements quickening. Her pussy was slick and knowing she was on display, hearing the tell tale signs of flesh on flesh, drove her to find release. Her hips lifted off the table, and her pussy clenched. Right before she fell apart, her hand was pushed aside and replaced by a quick tongue. It moved in fast, hard circles on the sensitive nub and two fingers slipped inside her core, moving in perfect rhythm. Braden let her ride until her peak, juices flowing down his arm, dribbling to coat her ass. When he felt her tighten, he closed his teeth gently and slammed his fingers in her deeply, pushing one into her ass. She screamed his name and his cock jerked. Standing, he positioned himself between her legs and kissed her. Trinity could taste herself, sweet and clean, on his tongue and she lapped it up like a cat. Her ass burned and her cunt ached. But she needed more. He was like a drug, and she wanted him. "Please sir. Please fuck me." Braden growled in his throat. Hearing her call him sir, seeing her sprawled out, covered in his cum... he was dying to feel her around him. He bent his head to her tits, and licked their hardened tips. She moaned, and he bit one, not so gently. With one finger he teased her pussy. "Are you sure you've been a good little slut for me?" Moaning she nodded her head and wrapped her legs around his waist, the rough denim brushing her inner thighs almost enough to send her over the edge. Braden grabbed her hair, forcing her to look him in the eye. "I'm going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't even speak." With that he slammed his cock into her, and let out a guttural cry. She was so tight, she clung to him like a sheath. Pulling out, he slid back in. Her tits bounced beautifully, and he squeezed them, leaving finger prints. Her legs were tangled around him, and his head spun. The smell of sex permeated the room, and as he pounded into her pussy her begging words barely registered. "Yeah, just like that..." Been so fucking long... "Harder, yes, yes, mmm. Fuck me sir!" Beautiful cunt. So tight. Eager little whore. Milky tits bounced up and down, skin slapped against skin. He pinned her hands above her head, stretching her body out. He watched his cock disappear inside her, watched her lips reluctantly release him. And he lost it. Pounding into her in a Frenzy, Braden released her hands. He gripped her hips and slammed her back onto his cock. He buried himself to the hilt and stopped thinking of anything but cumming. He On the tight inferno surrounding him. And gritting his teeth, he came. Pulling out, he spilled his seed all over her stomach, rubbing it onto her tits as he struggled to breathe. Opening his eyes he saw the glazed look in her eyes, and knew she'd orgasmed. "One question." He looked at her curiously. The past five minutes had gone by silently, the two drinking each other in hungrily."Am I still fired?" "I'm afraid not." She smiled, and he continued. "I was supposed to fuck you until you forgot everything but me. Apparently you haven't." Feeling like an unrepentant child, Trinity grinned mischievously. Sitting in his lap, straddling him she rubbed herself against his dick, and smiled when she felt it shift. She placed his hands on her ass and bit his earlobe. "There's still one more hole sir." The Boss' Son: Seduced Again All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older. * When David Henderson returned to work the next week he was a very distracted young man. He tried hiding out in his little office cubicle, working on whatever project Mrs. Fletcher's secretary passed on to him. But it wasn't long before his boss, Debra, found him and asked him casually how he was getting on. There was an amusement in her eyes that made David flush with embarrassment. He couldn't help but avert his gaze as he mumbled that everything was fine, thank you. She stopped by a few times over the next couple of days but she never made any reference to the torrid evening they had spent in her office the previous Friday when she had fucked him nearly unconscious. She was so reserved with David that he assumed that what had happened was just a one time thing, something that wasn't to be mentioned between them. Then there was the whole boss and employee thing. The simple fact was that David was way too shy to initiate any sexual overtures towards Mrs. Fletcher without at least a hint of encouragement from her. And then there was Miss Allen. Gloria also made a point of finding David in his cubicle but she was more demonstrative about what was on her mind. It was just after noon on Monday when David raised his head from his computer screen as he found himself enveloped in a cloud of musky perfume. He was amazed to feel a satin covered breast pressing warmly into the side of his face as Gloria leaned closely against him from behind. "You didn't call me lover! Was it something I said? I thought you might come by my place for a coffee over the weekend. I'm not much of a coffee girl myself unless there's a lot of cream, but you knew that didn't you David? ..." the blonde purred. Her warm breath gusted in his ear as she snuggled closer, making her not so veiled reference to their brief tryst the previous week where she had jacked him off in the coffee room. David was getting an awkward hard-on in response to Gloria's suggestive remarks and the feel of her sumptuous boob nestling against his ear. His voice was a faint croak as he replied... "Geez...I meant to Gloria...but then something came up... I mean...it was too hard to get away...ahhh...not too hard ... I mean... it was just hard... Godd...you know...like I couldn't!..." "Relax sweetheart!...It's O.K.!...I know it's hard sometimes. That's why I was hoping you might come and see me. I love taking care of those... things...." Gloria murmured, her little hand gliding down over the front of David's shirt towards the crotch of his pants "I'm good at it David... very good at dealing with... hard... problems... like ...this!..." she whispered, giving David's cock a lingering squeeze that made him gasp with arousal.. "David!...Have you finished with the MacIntyre brief yet?..." It was Mrs. Fletcher's voice barking at him over the intercom on his phone. David jumped in his seat, trying to compose himself as he reached for the intercom/open button. Gloria ignored the interruption and reached down further, gripping David's balls and massaging them in her lewdly pressing hand. "Aahhh!..." David grunted in response, his cock straining through his pants, his finger trembling against the phone button. "I...I...Yess!...It's...Ohhh!...I just have to find it!... Wait!... Don'tt!.. Ahhh...Wait!..." David stammered as Gloria moved her hand and started jacking his now throbbing tool through his pants. "Oh look!....I've found something baby!...It's big and hard!...I'll bet this is what that bitch is really looking for?..." Gloria whispered in David's ear. "Stop!...Not here!...I mean...Here!...Here it is!...I've got it right here, Debra... Ahh... Mrs. Fletcher!..." David stammered, trying to disengage himself from Gloria's lewd groping. "David are you alright!...I'd like to see that file now!...I mean right now...in my office young man!..." and there was a loud click as Debra hung up her phone. "Ohhh!...Does that mean you have to go?...And we were just starting to have some fun!..." Gloria pouted, pinching David's swollen knob between the tip of her thumb and forefinger and giving it a devastating squeeze. "Naaahhh!...Gloria!...You're killing me!...Ahhhh!...That's feels so good... but....Ahhh!... I can't!..." David moaned, lurching haltingly to his feet as Gloria continued to fondle him through his pants. "What a shame!...But there's always later..." the blonde said, stepping back to let David gather up his paper work. She looked down at the front of his pants and smiled broadly. "I hope the old tart doesn't notice that!..." David looked down and groaned miserably. His cock was bulging obscenely through the front of his pants and there was a wet spot about the size of a fifty cent piece just below his belt. He juggled the pile of papers he was carrying to try and hide his evident arousal. His face flushed with embarrassment. David turned and smiled weakly at Gloria. "I'll call you...later. Maybe we can, you know... like... do something...later...O.K.?..." "Call me!...We'll see what comes up..." Gloria replied, staring with amusement at David's bulging crotch. She gave him a naughty wink as she walked by him and back towards her boss's office. David waited a moment, grateful to feel his aching hard-on starting to go down. He turned to bring the files into Mrs. Fletcher. As nervous as he was he resolved to call Gloria as soon as he had a chance and try and get a date with her on the weekend. The week seemed to drag on endlessly for David. Mrs. Fletcher kept him hopping with work and never made any reference to their steamy Friday night. Gloria ambushed him a couple of more times in his cubicle. She was very playful and teasing but she knew how to get what she wanted and what she wanted was for David to fall hard for her. After all he was the boss's son and she had no scruples whatsoever about using him any way she could to get ahead in the firm. She knew that he was aching for her and she couldn't have made it any more obvious that she was willing to put out for him. But she wanted him to make the next move. And of course she was right. David was in an almost continuous state of sexual arousal whenever she was around, wishing desperately to feel her hands on him again. By Thursday he couldn't stand the tension any more. He called her at her desk from his cubicle. Debra Fletcher happened to be walking by David's cubicle just as he was finishing up. "....So tomorrow night around 7:00?....Sure...You really don't mind staying in...I mean we could go out and see a movie or do something...Well yeah, I guess we could stay in and do something...Sure!...Yeah!...I love Italian...Should I bring something?...Well I mean other than that...I do too...Great!...I'll be there Gloria... Terrific...Bye...." and then he hung up. Debra had just stopped long enough to hear the conclusion of this one sided conversation. She didn't linger but headed back to her office. On Friday David had barely a minute to himself. Mrs. Fletcher's secretary spent the morning summoning him back and forth for one thing or another, and just before lunch she deposited a vast stack of files in his cubicle for him to sort through and catalog before they were sent off to the 'Vault'. He did think that he had seen Mrs. Fletcher looking at him from her office a couple of times with a little more attention than she had given him during the week. She might have been 15 years older than he was but she was still an exceedingly attractive woman. But when she went off to her Friday Partners' meeting without giving him a second glance, he figured he was just imagining things and went back to his filing. But he wasn't imagining things. Debra had quite enjoyed herself the previous Friday, seducing her partner's son. She had been surprised to find out how inexperienced he was. She was pretty sure that he wasn't going to forget their little sexual romp any time soon. But she didn't want a problem with David in the office so she had made a point of being pretty stand-offish with him all week. She would have got around to seducing him again sooner or later. But when she heard him on the phone making a date with Gloria she saw an opportunity to enjoy a little sexual diversion with David and at the same time stick it to that snooty blonde bitch. At 4:30 on Friday afternoon she buzzed David and asked him to collect a number of various files from the 'Vault' and bring them to her office. She told him she would meet him there. David groaned with irritation when he got the call. He knew it would take at least a half an hour to find all the material Debra wanted. For God's sake! It was Friday afternoon and he wanted to get out of there, go home, and get ready for his date with Gloria. He managed to get the material his boss wanted together by about 4:55 but when he delivered it to her office there was no one there. He was tempted to just put it all on her credenza and leave but she had said she would meet him and he didn't want to get in trouble. He waited around, anxiously pacing around Mrs. Fletcher's lavish office. At about 5:15 she came in looking fairly displeased. When she saw David standing there and the big stack of files, she gave him a fleeting smile. "Oh good...You're here David!... I wanted to talk to you... Have a seat..." she said, nodding towards the leather love seat in the corner. "Ahhhh...Mrs. Fletcher....If it's alright with you, I was thinking I'd take off..." Mrs. Fletcher didn't say anything. She just held David's eyes as she slowly peeled off her business jacket. "I think I've found all the files you wanted...And since it's Friday I had sort of planned to...I mean... ahhh!...if it's O.K... with you... Ummm... that is...ahhh..." David stammered, totally loosing his train of thought as Mrs. Fletcher stood in front of him, her jacket now dangling from her crooked index finger. Debra was pleased by David's avid gaze. That morning she had poured herself into a pair of black leather pants that sheathed her bubbly ass and shapely legs like a second skin. The three inch black heels were a perfect match for the pants. On top of that she had worn a sleeveless white tank top that was virtually transparent. She was braless and her mountainous breasts thrust arrogantly through the clinging material. David could clearly see her blood red nipples and dark, disc like aureole beneath the sheer nylon of her top. She had also worn her white, double breasted jacket but that had just been camouflage. "David!..." Debra said softly. David just stood there transfixed. "David!...Would you hang up my jacket for me hon?... Can I get you something to drink?...It's been a long week." "Ah!...Sure!..." David said, still mesmerized by Debra's casually displayed tits as he took her jacket from her and carried it over to the closet. "I mean no thanks..." he stammered, meaning he didn't really want the drink that Mrs. Fletcher was already pouring for him. "Too late..." Debra said with a smile as she poured two hefty scotches and brought one over to David. She stood very close to him as she handed him his drink. "Don't look so nervous David! I'm not going to eat you!...Cheers..." Debra said, her eyes sparkling merrily as she took a sip of her drink. David was acutely aware of Mrs. Fletcher's cushiony breasts brushing lightly against him as she raised her glass to drink. He was also aware of his cock stiffening at his groin in response to her undeniable charms. David raised his own class but he was so nervous that he accidentally took a much bigger gulp than he intended. A second later he was coughing and gasping as the heady scotch seared his throat. "Sit down David!...Relax..." Debra said again, and David did sit down for a moment on the little couch just to catch his breath. He was even more anxious than ever to get out of there or he figured he was going to be in trouble in more ways than one. "We haven't really had a chance to talk this week have we David? And we probably should after what happened last Friday..." Debra said as she went over to her desk and got a small something out of her drawer. Then she turned and looked at David with sparkling eyes. Toying with the little packet in her hands, she walked over to him slowly but purposefully. She put one foot in front of the other, walking like a runway model in a way that caused her melon shape breasts to ripple and swing entrancingly with every step she took. "Geez Mrs. Fletcher...Last Friday...That was so... so...great!...It was.. I mean you were... you are... amazing!... But when you didn't hardly talk to me...all week...I mean...I didn't know what to think!..." David stammered, trying not to stare at the underside of the conical tits that were looming above him. "Aren't you sweet! But I'm sure you realize that during business hours we have to be careful. That makes sense doesn't it?...But now...since everybody's gone.." Debra said as she moved closer to the wide eyed young man until she was straddling his knees. David's painfully engorging cock was half knotted up in his shorts. He had to put one hand down and lean forward in order to allow his swelling member to become disentangled and spring upright under his pants. It looked like he was making a lunge for Debra's tits. Debra's hand darted out with serpent like quickness and entangled itself in David's hair. She didn't yank his head away from her chest nor did she pull him forward. She just held his face firmly in place, her creamy boob virtually brushing his lips as she stared down into his eyes with a smoldering look "I appreciate your enthusiasm David, but we've got plenty of time..." she said softly, twisting her shoulders so that her amazon breasts wobbled arousingly in front of David's open mouth. "Oh God!..." David croaked. "I'm sorry Mrs. Fletcher...Debra!...I'd love to stay... really...It's just that I've made some...Ahhhh!..." David groaned as Debra slowly sat down on his knees. The little packet she had taken from her desk was a condom. She was holding it up in front of David's eyes and smiling at him wantonly as he looked back at the little package in dismay. Without taking her eyes from his she put the condom into his breast pocket. "You've made some plans have you sweetheart? Well that's understandable.." Debra said as she reached down and started to undo the belt of David's pants. "It's Friday night and a handsome young man like you..." she purred as she slowly ran down his zipper..."probably has the young girls lining up..." she murmured, reaching in and fisting his throbbing flesh through his shorts..."and so we only have time for..." she said, pulling his cock out and giving it a couple of quick, fierce strokes..." a quickie!...But that's O.K, isn't it?..." she finished, squeezing David's straining tool hard in her now unmoving fist. Debra loved the feel of David's throbbing erection in her hand. He was so hard it was like squeezing a piece of rubber coated steel. She knew she could make him do anything she wanted when she had him like this. Being a little late for Gloria was going to be the least of his problems. But he didn't know that yet! Debra was really looking forward to the next hour or so. When she was done with him there wasn't going to be an ounce of anything left for that scheming little blonde. She was going to make sure of that. And with David, it was going to be like taking candy from a baby. "Isn't it sweetheart?..." she asked again, her eyes dancing as she deliberately pulled up on his rigid tool like she was trying to lift him right off of the couch. "Nahhh!...Ahhhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...Sure!...Ohhh Goddd!... Yeahhh!..." David enthused. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself! With all that incendiary woman flesh writhing in his lap, with Debra's wringing hand manipulating his cock, he really didn't have any choice in the matter. He couldn't pass this up. His hands reached out and he groaned excitedly as he grabbed Mrs. Fletcher's torpedoe shaped tits. "I thought you'd be up for it..." Debra snickered as she slowly stood up, peeling David's sweaty palms from her chest as she did so. "I want to show you something..." she whispered, turning, spreading her feet slightly and then slowly bending forward at the waist. The heart shaped globes of her ass rose up in front of David's face like the rising moon. "Oh Goddd!...You are... amazing!..." David enthused, as Debra nimbly shifted her weight from foot to foot. His hands came up to caress the leather clad spheres that jiggled so enticingly in front of him. "Have another sip of scotch David!..." Debra suggested, looking around her shoulder into her young lover's wide eyed face. As David took a hasty sip of his drink, Debra purred... "Now here's what I wanted to show you!..." She dropped her head so that she was regarding David through her spread thighs. Then she reached up through her parted legs, found an almost invisible tab that was hidden just below her belt line, yanked it down and ripped away a velcro edged strip of leather that secured the crotch of her leather pants. "Oh my!..." Debra cried, her eyes twinkling back up at David. She covered her mouth with her hand in feigned surprise as she bared her luxurious cunt and dimpled anus to David's amazed eyes. "I seem to have exposed myself!..." "Oh fuck!...You are just...just...too much Mrs. Fletcher!..." David gasped, his eyes locked like laser beams on the obscene display in front of him. He had never seen anything as erotic as this. Debra's bared crotch framed by her black leather pants. The vertical slit of her vagina bulged enticingly through her hairy bush. And the puckered little star of her asshole was faintly fluttering in front of his spellbound gaze, just like David's racing heart. Debra smiled with pleasure as she watched David's avid stare. His upright cock was a livid scarlet color and swaying at his loins like a cobra poised to strike. She could hardly wait to feel it snaking its way up into her womb. She reached back around her leather clad hips and pulled her ass cheeks apart with both hands. She rocked backwards slowly and said... "Eat me!...You know you want to!..." David only hesitated briefly, his eyes darting down anxiously from Debra's cunt to her face. Then with a strangled moan, he grabbed her hips and jammed his face into the lewdly offered valley of his boss's ass. His mouth opened wide under her swiveling crotch. He strained forward, his tongue darting madly up and down through Debra's juicy trench. "Ohhh yeah!...Such a good boy...Lick it!...Unn Hnnn!... Ohhh!... That's it!...Ummm!... Yeahhh!..." she whispered, grinding back on David's vigorously nodding face. "Unn Hnn!...Unnn Hnnn!...You're going to make me all sloppy, you naughty boy!...Unn Hnn!...Don't stop!... Don't stop David!..." Debra enthused. In fact she was quite impressed. Despite his youth and inexperience David was doing an excellent job of eating her out. Eagerly she ground herself back onto his flicking tongue. "Unnn!...Unnn!...Unnn!..." David grunted gutturally, as Mrs. Fletcher's honeyed juices coated his chin and his cheeks. He burrowed deeper, the cool leather of her pants against his cheeks contrasting sensuously with the steamy press of her cunt against his lips and tongue. He could feel the come churning for release in his balls and she wasn't even touching him. Debra too was ready for more. But there was one other thing she wanted to do. Still holding her ass spread luridly with two hands, she opened her stance a little further and stood upright, suddenly presenting her star shaped anus to David's swollen lips. She looked back at him over her shoulder, standing there in front of him expectantly. David stopped his frantic mouthing and looked up at Mrs. Fletcher questioningly. The Boss' Son: Seduced Again "What's the matter baby?...Cat got your tongue?...Come on!...It won't bite!..." David blinked at the raven haired beauty in indecision. He couldn't believe she actually wanted him to kiss her there. He didn't want to but he didn't want to piss her off even more. "You mean..?..." he asked as he hesitantly leaned forward and quickly ran the tip of his tongue over Debra's butt hole. "David!...What do you think you're doing?..." Debra gasped in feigned amazement. "I'm sorry Mrs. Fletcher!...I just thought!...Didn't you...?... Ohh Goddd!..." David groaned, blushing a brilliant red in embarrassment as Debra glared back at him. Debra could hardly stifle her laughter. She maintained her haughty demeanor as she said... . "I can't believe you would do such a thing!... Kissing my asshole!...What kind of a dirty girl do you think I am?...Why I've a good mind to...If that's the way you're so inclined... Go on...Kiss it!...Give it a good lick!..." And with that Debra snaked one hand behind her, gripped the back of David's head and pulled his face tight into her still lewdly spread ass crack. David didn't know what his imperious boss wanted and so he decided to simply do what he had been told. He again let his tongue slip out and swipe swiftly over Debra's crinkled anus. "Ummm!...Why that's...that's...Ummm!..." Debra groaned, pretending to be pleasantly surprised by the thrust of David's tongue against her twitching anus. "Don't stop!..." David was surprised at the taste and texture of Debra's back hole. It was a little tart and a little greasy, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was like her asshole was a real little mouth that was begging him for a kiss. David leaned closer and shyly pursed his lips against her crimson rosebud. He turned his mouth and pushed his tongue tentatively into the center of Mrs. Fletcher's quivering brownie. "Oh yesss!...That's it!..." Debra enthused as she exhaled and relaxed her sphincter, gently siphoning David's tongue into that humid hole. "Ummm!...Umm Hmm!.....That's good!..." she murmured excitedly. And there was no pretense now. She loved the feel of his lips puckering against her pursed opening, his delving tongue slithering around inside her ass. David seemed to have overcome his initial reluctance and was now exploring her nether opening with real enthusiasm. "Unn Hnn!...Ohhh!...Make your tongue stiff!...Really jam it in there!...Unn Hnnn!...Unn Hnn!...Like that!...You dirty little boy!...Yesss!..." Debra purred as David began to give her ass an enthusiastic reaming. Debra smiled at the sight of David's chin nodding away at the apex of her parted loins. She enjoyed his tongue twisting around inside her responsive nether hole just a little longer then suddenly stood up and turned around. David was stunned. He looked up at her, his eyes blinking like a mole that has just crawled out into the sunlight. Debra grinned at the spectacle that David presented. His face was gleaming with girl goo, from his chin to his hair line. His lips were scarlet and swollen and he was panting like he'd just finished a hundred yard dash. The dark haired beauty slowly moved towards him, getting to her knees on the little couch as she straddled his lap. Her pillow like breasts heaved up and down through her gauzy shirt in front of David's face as she mounted him. She first used one hand to wipe most of the goo off his face then reached down and firmly fisted his throbbing boner as she shifted her loins down towards his. "Oh God!... Mrs. Fletcher!...What are you going to do?..." he asked anxiously. "What would you like me to do David?...Something like this?..."she asked her eyes sparkling as she eased further down, holding his cock upright beneath her as her fluttering vaginal lips sheathed his knob. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Fuck me!...Oh yeah!..." David squealed, his cock aching with excitement as Debra slipped him inside her smoldering center. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Fuck me?...Fuck me?...Is that what you want?..." she teased. "I'll fuck you alright!..." Debra murmured, releasing the tight grip she had on David's tool and dropping down on him a little further. "Ohhhhh!..." David cried as the searing heat of Debra's pussy seared his organ. He was so, so excited! He didn't want to come too soon, but he didn't know how long he could hold it. He tried not to fuck up into the molten sleeve that was sheathing his shaft. He knew if he did it would be all over. Debra knew it too. She could feel how excited he was. She knew the groaning youth beneath her was going to come quick. She didn't mind that at all. It worked in well with her plan. What she really wanted was for him to come hard and she knew just how to take care of that. "I'm going to fuck you now baby!...Just enjoy it!..." Debra cooed. David all of a sudden remembered the condom Debra had put in his pocket. "Mrs. Fletcher! What about the rubber?..." he asked anxiously as Debra shimmied down a little further, taking three quarters of his angry tool inside her. "Oh my!..." Debra answered, her eyes going wide and her hand going to her mouth in mock surprise. "You need to use that!...It's that time of the month for me and you wouldn't want to get me pregnant would you sweetheart!..." she gushed raising up a couple of inches on David's cock. David helplessly followed her up, whimpering in anxiety. "No!...No of course!...I'll use it!..." he groaned. "Let me get it!.." Debra said helpfully, shifting on her knees and reaching for David's pocket. As she did so, as if by accident, she let her loins come crashing down on top of his. "Oh my Goddd!...." David cried, as Debra's smoldering pussy sheathed him to the root.He felt he was going to come right then and there and he fought the urge by stiffening up as hard as he could. "Here!...Just let me get it open!..." Debra said, subtly shifting on David's pounding staff. Her eyes sparkled wickedly into his as she took the edge of the condom packet in her teeth and slowly tore it open. "Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...I don't...Ahhh!...I can't... last... much longer... please!..." David gasped, his balls knotting up painfully as he tried to hold back his come. Debra could feel his big cock expand that last little bit inside her that meant he was going to shoot. As she struggled with the condom package she shifted her weight back and forth from one bent leg to the other, wringing David's turgid tool mercilessly with her swiveling cunt. "Just another second sweetheart!...Don't come!...I've almost got it!..." "Nahh!...Hurryyy!...Oh shittt!..." David groaned. "Hold it sweetheart!...Don't come inside me!... You don't want to give me a baby do you David?...You wouldn't want to knock me up would you?..." Debra purred, as she slowly extracted the condom from the foil package. At the same time she gently rolled her hips, grinding her hard edged uterus against the underside of David's livid cock crown in a way that she knew was guaranteed to get him off. "Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Please!...: David hissed, helplessly thrusting up into Debra's wringing cunt. A tiny, fiery spurt of come burned up the length of his shaft and even all David's concentrated effort couldn't keep it from dribbling out into Debra's clinging vagina. "Noooo!...Ahhhh!..." he whimpered Debra actually felt it and smiled inwardly in triumph. She continued her provocative litany, her eyes burning into David's as he writhed frantically beneath her... "All that baby sperm goes right here!... "Debra purred, bringing the rolled rubber up to her mouth with two fingers. "Not in my pussy!...I'm very fertile right now!...If you come inside me you'll have me knocked up in no time!... Is that what you want David?... To make me a baby?...To come inside me and make me a baby?..." Debra purred. Never taking her eyes of David's she puckered her lips in an tempting O against the circular condom and pushed her tongue into the center of it. As she lewdly swiped her tongue around and around inside the milky sheath, she reached behind her and drifted the outstretched fingers of her free hand across David's drum taut testicles. That was it for the squirming youth. "Nahhhhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Nooo!...Godddd!..." David cried, as his orgasm erupted. He thought his spine was going to crack, so ferociously were his balls hammering up into his groin. He reached out for Debra's hips with trembling hands and yanked her into his convulsing loins. "Ohhh!...David!...What are you...?...You're not!...You're not coming inside me are you?!!...Ohhh!..." "Unnn!...Unnn!...Unnn!...I'm sorryyy!..." David gasped, bucking upwards in spastic lunges under Debra's relentlessly coaxing loins. "Ohhhh!...David!...You're coming!...Ohhh!...You are!... Umm Hmm!...I can feel it!.... Ummm!... Stop it!...You can't be making a baby in me!..." Debra moaned, knowing that her obscene dialog was doing nothing but adding to the intensity of David's frantic coming. "Ahhhh!...Yesss!...Nooo!...Nahhh!..." the feverish young man cried, his cock spewing come in an almost continuous stream. Debra smiled as David's fiery sperm begin to back up inside her. In no time the creamy goo began trickle out of her in a trail that coated their heaving loins. "Naahhh!...Unnn!...Ohhh!..." David sobbed. There was a nauseous jolt lurching through his groin now with every wracking spasm of his balls. "Ahh!...Nooo!...You shouldn't!... You shouldn't!...Ummm!... Don'ttt!... Stopp!..." Debra pleaded ingenuously as the young man's molten come continued to pour into her greedy snatch. Even as she begged him to stop, she was kneading his lurching testicles, working him over expertly to wring every drop of come from his shattered groin. "Nahhh!...Wait!...Please!...Don't!..." David cried, looking up pleadingly into Debra's sparkling eyes. He tried to shift out from underneath the voluptuous amazon in his lap, but Debra only smiled down at him and sat up even more upright on his spasming groin. She could tell that young David was just about done. But she waited patiently for the tension to build again in his anguished balls. Then, just when he might have otherwise relaxed, she said..." Don't what baby?...Don't this?..." as she gave those sensitive nuggets a sharp, quick squeeze that made him ejaculate once more. "Nooo!...Goddd!...It hurts!..." he pleaded, tears of anguish and frustration beginning to well up in his eyes. "I might as well make sure I've got it all now!..." Debra whispered mischievously, waiting then tweaking, waiting then tweaking, making David come over and over long after he would otherwise have been done. When she was sure she had got it all, she stopped. She stiffened her thighs and raised herself up and off David's now lividly distended shaft. Debra reached in and grabbed his angry looking tool at the root. She knew she had drained her young lover for the moment but she also knew about the resilience of youth. He was still hard and she was glad to see that. She wasn't done with him just yet. His hot date was going to have to wait just a little longer "Who's been a bad boy?...I wonder if we're making a baby right now David?...What do you think?..." Debra purred, giving his supersensitive cock and encouraging squeeze. "Oh no!...We can't!...I can't!..." David said in an anxious murmur. He didn't raise his eyes however. He was mesmerized by the sight of a virtual river of sperm trickling from Mrs. Fletcher's exposed pussy and running in a slimy trail down the inside of her leather sheathed leg. "Relax baby!...It's not the end of the world!...Have another drink and then we'll get you cleaned up!..." Debra soothed, handing David his glass of scotch. David thought 'Why not' and took a generous slug of the heady liquor. Debra didn't rush him. She let him sit there for another minute. She gently fondled his cock all the while, keeping him mildly erect. "So tell me, who's the lucky girl?...Who are you out with tonight David?..." "Oh Geez!...It's Gloria Allen actually, from my dad's office. She asked me over for dinner... Goddd! I'm going to be late...Ahhh, Mrs. Fletcher!... I'm so sorry I couldn't hold It!...I just couldn't!... I'm sorry!....Honest!...I should go I guess!...I should!..." David said, looking sheepish and taking another anxious sip of scotch. "Here!...We can't send you out on the town looking like that...I don't think Miss Allen would be too impressed..." Debra smirked. She picked up David's drink and at the same time, urged him to his feet by pulling on his greasy tool. She regarded him with an amused smile as she backed towards her executive washroom. Holding his drink in one hand, she pulled him along with her by his cock like she was leading a dog on a leash. When they reached the bathroom she put his drink down, unfastened David's pants and pushed them and his shorts down into a puddle around his feet. Then, with him naked from the waist down, she guided him over to stand in front of the sink. "Actually, I'm O.K. Mrs. Fletcher....Just give me a minute and I'll get going!..." After the unaccustomed scotch and the equally unaccustomed torrid sex, David was feeling quite relaxed, except for his cock, which Debra's ceaseless fondling was keeping in a state of semi-rigidity. He was still a little concerned about his date with Gloria but he figured he'd be on his way in just a few more minutes. "Let me help!...We want you looking your best don't we?..." Debra teased, as she stood behind David. She took a small towel from the rack and, reaching around David, soaked it in warm water and rung it out. The with her arm around his waist, she reached into David's groin and began to wipe him with the damp towel, deftly fondling his aching balls and ropey cock as she did so. When she had cleaned him up pretty well she put the towel down on the counter, opened a bottle of moisturizer and poured a liberal dollop into her hands. Then she reached around David's waist again and began to smear the fragrant cream into his upper thighs and the rest of his overworked groin. She shamelessly took his cock in two hands and began to gently jack him off under the pretext of cleaning him up. At the same time she snuggled her pneumatic breasts between his shoulder blades leaning heavily into him from behind. She wasn't surprised to feel David's prick responding to her touch, once again growing hard under her lasciviously fondling hands. "Ohh!...Mrs. Fletcher!..That's nice but... Don't!...I can't!...Please!..." David whispered, looking anxiously into Debra's sparkling eyes in the mirror. There was a hint of excitement growing in his loins and more that a hint of discomfort. David didn't think he was ready for any more sex quite yet. "No?...Well...whatever you want...I'm almost done!..." Debra said, reaching down to grip David's balls in a sensuous squeeze while giving his cock a few short, hard strokes that left him gasping with excitement. "There!..." she said, releasing David's tool which was now standing arrogantly upright all on its own. "Now you do me!..." she purred, as she insinuated herself to stand ahead of David in front of the mirror. David just looked at her blankly. He was acutely aware of the older woman's cool leather pants and her bare, smoldering crotch brushing against his resurgent hard-on. He wasn't sure exactly what she had in mind when she said to..."...do me".. Debra just held his gaze for a moment in the mirror, a mocking moo pursing her lips. Then she reached down and passed the damp towel back to him. "Go on!...Clean me up!..." she said, spreading her legs and bending forward at the waist to give David access to her come smeared loins. She casually reached back and placed one hand on her young lovers hip. As David hesitantly reached into her crotch, Debra arched her back and shimmied backwards until she had his erection nestled warmly between her resilient butt cheeks. "Oh Goddd!...I mean is this O.K.?..." David asked as he awkwardly wielded the damp towel between Mrs. Fletcher's parted thighs. "Ummm!...That's nice!...Very nice!...You've a nice touch!..." Debra purred. She held on firmly to David's hip with one hand to keep him in place. She put the other hand on the counter in front of her to steady herself. Then she raised each leg in turn, lazily swinging it around to allow David full access to her sodden crotch. She also clenched and unclenched her well toned ass muscles, giving David an incredibly erotic ride on her swiveling ass. "Ahhhh!...Ohhhh!...Jeezzz Mrs. Fletcher..." David groaned, his hand beginning to tremble against her groin as an unwanted excitement began to sweep through his loins once more. Debra smiled when she felt David's renewed erection twitching in the crack of her leather clad posterior. With her eyes smoldering into his, Debra gripped his free hand and raised it up to the underside of one of her swaying breasts. "David, have you ever had a woman in the ass?..." she asked softly, squeezing his hand temptingly around her supple tit. "Oh my Goddd!...Mrs. Fletcher!...I!...I!...Nobody ever...I mean... Ummm... I haven't ... haven't been with that many women..." David stammered, too surprised by Debra's question to form a coherent answer. But his cock wasn't confused. It was straining enthusiastically against Debra's shifting ass in response to her wicked question. Debra knew she was shocking her timid young co-worker and she smiled at his dismay. She also knew that he was way to shy to ever ask if he could ass fuck her or anyone else. He would have figured it was way too dirty, the kind of lewd act that you only ever read about in porn magazines. Well she was just the dirty girl to take advantage of his lurid imaginings. Debra's ass was always available. It didn't matter in the least to her. David could have her in any hole he wanted. "Have you ever wanted to fuck a woman up the ass, baby?..." the raven haired beauty asked again sweetly. She leaned a little further forward and began to deliberately grind on David's pulsing tool in an unmistakable invitation. "Ahhhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...Like I said...Ohhh!...I didn't really know you could...I mean, I can't believe... you?... are you?...Oh Goddd!...I mean would you? ..." David groaned. His overworked balls were aching and he hadn't forgotten he had a date. But the thought of getting into Mrs. Fletcher's forbidden nether hole was so indecent, so arousing, that his heart was racing with excitement at the lewd suggestion. "Why settle for one hole when you can have two!... Not many women like to take it up the ass lover, but I do!...I don't think little Gloria would let you sweetheart, do you?... But I will!..... Go ahead!... Put it in David!...Go on!...You know you want to!..." Debra coaxed, looking back over her shoulder at David with smoldering eyes. To help the apprehensive young man along, she reached between her thighs, grabbed his cock and steered his bloated knob to her little brownie. David felt almost faint with excitement. He released Mrs. Fletcher's breast and put both his trembling hands on her leather clad hips. Tentatively he hunched his loins forward, pressing gently against her puckered anus. Debra gripped his eager shaft tight and held it squarely against her closed sphincter. She had tensed up her butt muscles to deny David's initial assault and he was squirming behind her, whimpering in frustration when he couldn't breach her resisting anus. "Unnnnn!...Unnnnn!...Ahhh!....Mrs. Fletcher!...It won't!... Nahhh!...It won't go!..." "Oh dear!...You're so big!...Push harder dear!...Go on!..." Debra instructed, covering her mouth with her hand in feigned dismay. David looked like he was going to cry behind her and she didn't want him to see her broad smile. "Ahhh!...Ahh!...Oh Goddd!...Please!..." he whimpered, his hands grappling with her hips as he frantically tried to insert himself up her butt. The Boss' Son: Seduced Again Debra laughed to herself and relaxed, loosening her often fucked anus. She released her hand from his shaft and David's lurching cock shot up her ass like an arrow, burying itself half way up her gripping rectum. "Wahhhh!...Unnn!...Goddd!...Yess!..." David cried as Debra's anus sheathed his livid prick like a wet, satin glove. He was actually in Mrs. Fletcher's ass! He stared mesmerized at the gaping oval of Mrs. Fletcher's asshole, stretched taut around his crimson tool. "Umm Hmm!....There baby!...Unnn!...That's it!...Unn Hnnn!... Your cock's up my ass!... You dirty boy!...Your cock's in my ass David!...Do you like it?...Are you going to fuck it?...Go on!...Fuck it and give me a big load!...I'd like that!..." Debra encouraged, shifting her weight from foot to foot, wringing David's cock excruciatingly inside her seething rectum. David moaned at the feel of Mrs. Fletcher's anus frictioning his angry erection. Her ass was so tight, so hot and so efficiently milking his responsive tool that his balls were already stiffening, aching excruciatingly as his come churned for release. "Ohhh!...Goddd!...Unnnn!...Unnn!..." David gasped, gently thrusting into Debra's lewdly offered anus. He couldn't resist her leeching butt hole but as his excitement grew and his loins stiffened further there was a growing discomfort radiating from his overworked genitals. He couldn't stop! He couldn't resist the lurid temptation of fucking Mrs. Fletcher's gaping butt hole. But he was torn between fucking her harder and finishing quickly or going slow and hoping the pain would ease off as he tried to come gently. "Nahhhh!...Ahhh!...You're ass is amazing!..." he groaned, gingerly easing half of his turgid tool in and out of Debra's molten back passage. Debra had a pretty good idea of what David was feeling. She had drained those youthful balls pretty thoroughly just a little while ago and she figured they must be pretty sore right about now. That was just what she wanted and she wanted them to stay that way. She planted her knuckles on the counter and leaned slightly forward on her shoulders. "Then fuck it baby!...Fuck it like you mean it!...Like this!..." Debra intoned, lunging her hips backwards and sheathing David's boner to the balls in her fiery anal canal. "Nahhhh!....Ahhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...Wait!...Please!..." David grunted. It felt like Debra's tight asshole was stripping the skin right off his erection. He stiffened up behind her frantically, his hard-on jammed so deep up her back passage that he was sure he must be in her throat. The tears sprang to his eyes and he buried his face in the back of Debra's neck as his hands flew up and grabbed her dangling tits. "Please what baby?...Please this!..." Debra asked, deliberately sliding forward on David's plundering spear before slamming backwards again. He leather clad ass smacked into his groin with a sharp slap. "Unnnn!...Nahhhh!...Nooo!..." David whimpered. "No, baby?...You don't want...this!...And... this!...And... this!......" Debra taunted, punctuating her lurid litany by driving her ass back again and again onto David's flaming tool. "Nahhhhh!....Ahhhhh!...Oh Goddd!..." David cried, holding on frantically to Debra's shuddering mammaries as she fucked herself on his tool. His cock was on fire and his balls were knotted up excruciatingly but Debra's pummeling ass had him frantic to come inside her. "Unnn!...Unn Hnnn!...Oh shittt!...I'm gonna' come!...Oh Goddd!... Don't stoppp!..." he hissed, straining forward on his tiptoes against Mrs. Fletcher's pistoning ass. Debra smiled to feel David trembling and bucking behind her as his excitement overwhelmed him. She felt his cock swell up to it's maximum girth inside and could tell he was going to come. She hunched backwards and tightened up on David's cock while at the same time darting one hand back between her thighs and giving his balls a torrid squeeze. "Come on baby!...Come in my ass!...Give it to me!...Come on!... Come on!..." Debra coaxed, skillfully rolling David's drum taut testicles in her clutching palm. That was all David could take and his cock exploded in her ass, the first fiery bolt of sperm jetting deep into her bowels. "Mwahhhh!...Oh Godddd!...Oh Goddd!...." he cried as that first stream of come that erupted from his loins was followed by another and another. Each searing spurt of come burned excruciatingly up his cock before it spilled into Debra's leeching ass. "Ahhhh!...Nahhhh!...Ahhh"..." he whimpered in pained excitement. Even though Mrs. Fletcher was only gently kneading his convulsing balls, it felt like they were being ground up in a vice. Helplessly he squirmed behind her as his orgasm wracked him. "Oh yeah!...Ummm!...I can feel you coming baby!...Umm hmmm!... That's it... Ahhh!... Yeah!...Like that!...Unn Hnnn!..." Debra praised as David's gushing seed began to back up inside her and trickle out of her tautly stretched sphincter. In truth she could tell that there was a lot less come than there hand been with David's earlier ejaculation and it was abating quickly. But she knew that would happen and she smiled. "Ahhhh!...Ohhhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...' David groaned, grimacing in discomfort. He had stopped coming already but his balls refused to relax. They were knotted up in his groin and throbbing excruciatingly. David tried to breathe deeply and relax. Debra gazed back at David's wincing face with a smile. She was gauging the tension in his balls with her lightly probing fingertips and just as she felt the tightness start to ease she stamped one stilettoed heel sharply on the tiled floor. "Phwahhhh!...." David gasped as Debra's clutching ass clenched excruciatingly on his still twitching tool. She could feel the cold sweat on his palms against her tits as David's balls spasmed agonizingly yet again. But nothing but a slight seep of sperm trickled into her. Debra waited and then stamped her foot again. "Nahhhhh!...Don'tttt!..." David wailed, feeling like he was going to pass out. He shuffled backwards but Debra was constricting herself so tightly around his engorged shaft that he couldn't get it out. "Wahhhh!...Nahhh!...Don'tt!..." David cried in panic. The more he pulled back, the more the taut skin that sheathed his cock was stretched and pulled around his throbbing erection. It felt like something was going to tear at the root of his cock as he squirmed behind Mrs. Fletcher's writhing ass. Debra smiled at David's predicament . "Go on!...Just pull it out!..." she suggested and stamped her foot once more. "Gahhhh!...." David cried as his balls and cock twitched agonizingly. His hands came back and gripped Debra's ass as he struggled futilely behind her. Debra knew she had drained him dry. She was just having fun now as she stamped her foot again. "Nahhh!...Please!...No More!..." David squealed and almost collapsed behind her. Debra relented and relaxed, letting David's scarlet shaft slither out of her back hole. It was followed by an oily stream of moisture that seeped out of her gaping anus and trickled down the back of her thigh. "Poor baby!...I think you liked fucking Mrs. Fletcher's ass, didn't you?..." the older woman teased, looking back over shoulder at her trembling young lover. She smiled to see that he couldn't tear his eyes away from her greasy, ovaled rectum twitching redly in front of his equally livid penis. Debra regarded him with amusement for a moment longer. She picked up David's dwindling glass of scotch and handed it to him. The young man barely acknowledged his boss as he took the glass from her and drained it. She picked up the hand towel and once more ran it under some hot water, then wrung it out. She picked up David's pants and underwear and handed all these items to him. "Why don't you go clean yourself up in my office before your big date... There's no one around and I need to use the facilities. Besides, you look like you need to sit down..." Debra said with a smile, ushering David out of the washroom. David walked gingerly over to the little sofa in Mrs. Fletcher's office. He was starting to feel the liquor. His genitals had stopped paining him and were just feeling numb. His erection had finally waned and his reddened cock hung limply from his loins. He didn't know how long he stood there, absently buffing his crotch with the damp towel. Eventually he gave his head a shake and decided he had better sit down to put his pants back on. He must have sat there for a while, feeling kind of pole axed from the booze and the incredibly lewd sex. He was just getting around to grappling with his pants when the bathroom door opened and Mrs. Fletcher emerged. She walked out of the washroom with that same seductive strut that had caught David's eye earlier. And once again he did a double take when he looked up at her. Debra was still bare breasted underneath her transparent nylon tank top. Beneath this she was wearing nothing more that a black satin garter belt, a pair of shiny black silk nylons and her gleaming stiletto heels. The nylons were attached to the garter belt by a number of taut satin straps that contrasted arousingly with Debra's firm, pink thighs. She smiled when she looked at David. She went over to the sideboard, poured another glass of scotch, and took a sip. Then she turned and moved over to David. She stood right in front of him, her legs slightly parted, her knees practically touching his as she held out the glass to him. David groaned at the sight of this sexy siren looming over him. His still unclothed prick and bruised balls gave a faint twitch at his groin but that was about it. He took the scotch and drank some more. Debra noticed the little tremor in his groin and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I splashed some water on the skirt I was going to wear. I hung it up and I'll just leave it to dry for a few minutes. I thought you'd be ready to go by now. Gloria might be getting a little impatient..." Debra said, reaching down and slipping out a lipstick that was under the waist strap of her garter belt. She didn't open it but raised the gold tube and idly pressed it to her lips. "Unnnn!...Yeah!...It must be getting late...God!...You've really worn me out Mrs. Fletcher!... You're amazing... I...I should really be getting going!..." David said, his speech getting just a little slurred. But despite his stated intentions, David seemed content to sit there and ogle the raven hared beauty who was standing so near to him. Her pink swollen labia were plainly visible through the thatch of her dark bush. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the exposed pussy that was so enticingly displayed between Mrs. Fletcher's nylon sheathed thighs. Again his cock twitched, taking on some mass, but only a little. "David.!... I'm a little concerned about your... condition. You haven't had too much to drink have you? I wouldn't be surprised that Gloria might have certain...expectations this evening. You'll be alright won't you?..." Debra asked with a teasing smile. "Oh sure, sure!...No problem!...I know what you mean, but it's all under control..." David replied looking down into his crotch with a feeble grin. "We'll be just fine..." he giggled, fumbling once more with his pants and shorts. "You don't mind if I just check for myself before you leave, do you?...Just to be sure?..." Debra asked, slowly dropping to her knees in front of David and pressing his knees wide apart. She shuffled in close to him on her knees, reaching out and taking his flaccid cock in one hand. In the other hand she still held her lipstick. "Ummm!...Are you sure you haven't had too much to drink?..." Debra asked. She tilted her head quizzically to one side then reached down and tapped the head of his cock sharply with her lipstick tube. David grunted and shifted anxiously on the couch. Debra felt David's cock expanding and she hit it again with the little metal tube. At the same time she jiggled his lengthening shaft encouragingly with her other hand. "Ahhhh!...Nahhhh!...Geez!..." David groaned, looking down wide eyed at Mrs. Fletcher's deft hands manipulating him. Even his exhausted and aching genitals couldn't help but respond to her audacious fondling. Debra was pleased to feel David's cock expanding in her loosely gripping fist. She knew where he was most tender right now and she knew the friction of her briskly shuttling palm would get him up as she worked him over confidently. "Ummm!...That's better!...You do have a nice one lover!... I'm sure Gloria will be very impressed!..." she praised as David's angry looking cock lurched into stiffness once more in her caressing hand. Working her fist up under the knob of David's cock, Debra encircled that bulging glands with her thumb and forefinger. Then she started to rub the underside of his cock crown with the pad of her thumb, knowing he was particularly vulnerable there. David couldn't believe that his boss had him hard again. And he wasn't just hard! His stiffened shaft was a fiery agony. His balls, as they tightened up once more, felt like they'd been kicked by a mule. Despite his growing arousal, David frantically reached down and grabbed Mrs. Fletcher's hand, trying to get her to stop her excruciating fondling. "Don'ttt!...Please!...Mrs. Fletcher!...It hurts!..." Debra really enjoyed making young David squirm and she continued to torment his tumid flesh a moment longer before she relented. She didn't release his engorged shaft though. "I'm sorry baby!...I didn't realize you were so sensitive there!..." she said, her eyes sparkling wickedly into David's. She raised the gold tube that was still in her unoccupied hand, flicked off the top with her thumb and raised it to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly and began to apply a brilliant slash of crimson to her ovaled lips. As she finished, she puckered her moist, gleaming lips together a couple of times then said..."Would you like me to kiss it better?" David stared down into Mrs. Fletcher's expectant gaze in amazement. Just the thought of those tempting, crimson lips encircling his tool made his groin lurch with excitement. As numb and aching as his genitals were, he couldn't resist such a lewd invitation. "Goddd!...Yesss!..." David whispered fighting back the tears that were starting in his eyes from the nauseous excitement that was filling his groin. Helplessly he hunched upwards under Debra's clutching fist, and Debra obligingly dropped her head down and took his angry knob between her lips. She sucked briefly on his swollen helmet then released it with a loud slurp. "Like that?..." she asked sweetly, going down and sucking wetly again on the end of David's now pounding cock. "Naahhh!...Shittt!...Yesss!...Like that!..." the young man gasped, his cock aching as Debra twisted her siphoning lips around and around on the end of his turgid tool. Then she dropped her fist to the root of David's prick and stretched his flesh taut around the barrel of his shaft. "Or like this?..." she purred, following her fist with her lips until she was half way down his cock. "Ahhhhh!...." David grunted, as Debra held her face still in his lap and sucked on him feverishly, her eyes turned upwards and locked on his the whole while. "Nahhhh!...Ahhh!...Unnn!..." David groaned. It felt as if Mrs. Fletcher was trying to use his cock like a straw to suck the come from his balls, if he had any come left. Debra maintained her lurid suction for several long moments and then she bobbed off his prick, gasping for breath. She looked at his prick then she looked at David. "Do you like that baby?...I'll bet you do!...Oh look!... I'm getting lipstick all over your cock!,,," she panted, her little hand still squeezing tight around the base of David's turgid erection. The sweating youth looked down and groaned with his own excitement. His boner was jutting out feverishly through Mrs. Fletcher's ringing fingers, all the veins pulsing visibly in his upright spear. And as red as his livid flesh was, there was a lewd circle of lipstick ringing the mid point of his shaft as well as other gleaming crescents, criss crossing his purple knob. David didn't think he had ever seen anything more exciting in his life. He was so distracted he barely noticed when Gloria thrust her cell phone into his hand. Reflexively he brought it to his ear. It was ringing. "What?...Whoo?..." he stammered. "Gloria!...I thought you might want to tell her you're coming!..." Debra whispered with a lewd wink as she pursed her lips against the underside of David's angry cock crown. "Gloria?..." David groaned in dismay and would have hung up except Gloria had just picked up the phone as he gasped her name. "David?..." she responded..."I can hardly hear you! ...Where are you?..." "Ohhh!...Gloria!...Hi!...Ahhhh!...." David gasped as Mrs. Fletcher siphoned his prick back into her mouth. Staring hungrily into David's eyes she inhaled his tumescent flesh, her cheeks inverting as she sucked on him. "David?...What is it?...Are you coming over!...I'm waiting for you!...Is something wrong?..." "Ahhh!...Noooo!...It's...Mmmm!...Fine!...Yeah!...I'll be coming... over... Ahh... coming over...sooon!... Ohhhh!..." David groaned, his loins bucking feverishly as Mrs. Fletcher attacked that sensitive bundle of nerves under his cock crown with her tongue. "David?...What are you doing?...You're calling me from the office aren't you?...Why are you still there?... You're not with that slut Fletcher are you?...You better not be!..." "Ahhh!...Goddd!...Noooo!...Geezzz!..." David groaned away from the phone. Debra began to jog the root of his cock in an incendiary rhythm as she continued her relentless blowjob. Her eyes burned into David's as she flailed her tongue against his seething knob. "She's...ahhh..she's...gone....ummm...she left me a... a... project... I'm almost there...I'm almost ready to go... ahhh... I mean come... ahhh...leave, I mean..." David groaned, his hips thrusting up feverishly as Debra disengaged herself from his pounding tool. "Are you almost coming baby?...Are you?..." Debra enthused. She leaned forward, angling David's cock even more upright and pressing it firmly against her barely covered breasts. She looked up at him, her eyes smoldering into his as she started to jack him off with deliberate, short hand strokes. "Well don't be long sweetheart. I've made a nice dinner, I got all dressed up and...I've got a surprise for you..." Gloria purred in her most seductive voice. "Yeahhhh!...Oh Goddd!...Great!!!..." David grunted. There was a cold sweat breaking on his brow as his balls began to knot up once more. He was helplessly hunching up in counterpoint to Debra's rhythmic masturbation. He could feel his come rising but he wasn't quite there. "Ummm Hmmm!...Come onnn!...Come baby!...Come on my tits!..." his raven haired boss encouraged. "I can'ttt!...Nahhhh!...Noooo!..." David whimpered, feverishly bucking under Debra's steadily pounding fist. "What do you mean you can't!...David, are you sure there's no one else there?...I think I can hear someone!..." "Nahhhh!...Nooo!...It's...It's just me...It's just...I can't!...I can't!... Ahhh!..." "Let me help baby!..." Debra said, pulling David further forward on the couch by his cock. With her free hand she reached under his ass, her index finger outstretched. "David?..." "Noooo!...It must be a...a...bad connection...another conversation...it's just me and... and I should be able to come soon...Oh my Goddd!..." David whimpered as Debra prodded his puckered anus with her sharp nailed finger. "Now just relax!...You might feel a little pressure..." she cautioned, tightening her shoulder and thrusting her finger up David's asshole in a firm, corkscrewing motion. "Phwahhhh!...Mrs. Fletcher!...What are you doing!... Don'tttt!... Please!..." David groaned, muffling the phone against his chest and squirming on Debra's impaling digit like a bug on a pin.