0 comments/ 65491 views/ 12 favorites She's the Boss By: DreamingofJennifer I recently went to visit Jennifer, a friend of mine who was going through a divorce. She's a very attractive blonde whose intelligence and motivation has helped her become a success in the business world. She's the type of woman people look up to and respect, and her strength makes her all the more beautiful. Of course, her drive to succeed in the work place had hurt her relationship with her husband, so they were now going their separate ways. Although she was going through a rough time in that regard, she told me it didn't stop her from flirting from time to time. "There are these three guys who flirt with me pretty much nonstop," she said over a glass of wine as we sat and talked in her living room. "I bet I could call all three right now and they'd drop what they were doing if I asked them to come over." I told her I didn't doubt that. A man would have to be senile not to want to spend a night of passion with her. While her bright blue eyes could take your breath away, her body was just as noticeable. She often complained about her small chest, but I thought her breasts, from what I could tell, were a perfect fit for her thin frame. Of course, like most women, she thought her hips were too big, but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about moving close to her, giving her a kiss, and reaching around to grab her ass and pull her closer. Maybe it was the business suits and skirts, or maybe it was her success. Or maybe it really was only those deep blue eyes. But for whatever reason, Jennifer was the type of woman who would make heads turn. So when she mentioned there were men falling all over her, I had no problem believing her. As it turned out, she was feeling frisky and a little tipsy, so she wanted to test her theory. "You know what, I think you can help me test my theory," she said with a mischievous smile. "I bet those three would do anything to sleep with me." "So how does that involve me?" I asked, intrigued to say the least. "Oh, you'll see. Just follow my lead." With that, she went to the kitchen and made some phone calls. * * * Not long after, Jennifer and I were no longer alone in the living room. She had changed into the world's sexiest black business suit with a skirt that showed off plenty of her soft, creamy thighs. She leaned back in her chair, holding her glass of wine as she spoke to the two men across from her. "I have to admit, you two look great tonight." Both men had definitely shown up dressed to impress. The taller of the two, Steve, was clearly a high ranking official in some company, and his sharp business suit indicated he was both wealthy and intelligent. The other, Mark, looked to be the rugged adventurer type with square jaw and piercing eyes. There was a little small talk as we all had a drink, but it was clear neither of them knew what to expect. Neither did I, actually. Only Jennifer knew, and that added a sort of electrified tension to the room. She crossed her legs, revealing more of her thighs to me from where I stood against the mantel. I immediately wished she hadn't called these two. I'd much rather just be alone with her, even if we were just friends and would never sleep with one another. Can't hurt to fantasize, right? "Let me cut to the chase, gentlemen," she said in a voice that was both authoritative and seductive. "It's obvious you both would like nothing better than to sleep with me. And to be quite frank, I've fantasized more than once about being with each of you." I was a little surprised Jennifer was getting the fun started already since only two of the three men had shown up. Didn't that alone prove her theory wrong? But I wasn't about to say anything now. I had no idea what I was in for, but I was interested to see what happened. Plus, I didn't want to ruin whatever she had planned by asking why we weren't waiting for the last member of the party. The two on the couch were clearly interested in what she was saying. I imagined their hearts racing, knowing that the prize they coveted was almost within reach. "But while I would love to spend a weekend with both of you doing nothing but exploring your bodies and coming up with creative ways to get each other off, I simply can't decide which of you I want to play with first." I noticed these two confident men were both squirming in their seats, just a little. She had them right where she wanted them. "So I brought you both here tonight to see which of you wanted me more," she said, standing now and moving toward them. She knelt down in front of them and rubbed her fingers over their legs. "I have a few plans. A few tests if you will. I want to see just how far you'll go to be with me." She stood again. "And believe me, boys, no matter what I ask you to do, the reward will be worth it." With each word, she unbuttoned her blouse just a little lower, tempting them with more and more of her tantalizing skin underneath. She turned to me and said, "James here is my advisor. It seems he doubts my sexuality and my desire. I've asked him here to watch the festivities." With that, she sat back down and motioned me to her so I stood over her shoulder. "Are you both willing to do what I ask?" They nodded in unison. "Good. I first want you to stand and take off your shirts. I want to see if my mental pictures have been accurate." I looked at Jennifer. She was certainly enjoying herself. The power. The control. Two men in her grasp. She loved it all. And of course, as the two shed their shirts, it was clear she liked what she saw. And why not? Both were in fantastic shape. While Mark, the rugged outdoorsy one, was more muscular with nice tight abs, Steve was no slouch and apparently hit the gym several times a week. "Mmmm, very nice," she said. "Now the pants." They both sat to slide off their shoes and socks, then stood again to pull down their pants. Steve was a little embarrassed as he revealed his bright red boxer shorts with little white hearts all over them. Jennifer snickered, but I think she liked them much more than she let on. Mark, however, was wearing grey boxer briefs, and judging by the bulge pushing against the material, he was excited to be here. Of course, Jennifer's soft gasp revealed that she had seen it too and was equally excited. Jennifer stood and grabbed my hand. She led me over to her boy toys. "You're both doing great. You might say, passing with flying colors," she said, looking at Steve's shorts and winking at him, forcing another blush. She got on her knees, and tugging at my arm, brought me down with her. From there, she proceeded to gently tug at Steve's boxers until they fell to his ankles. His hard cock stood straight and tall. She ran her thumb along the shaft. "Mmmm, I like what I see." She turned to Mark and put her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. I watched her smile grow as his cock popped out. Her eyes deceived her for the briefest of moments, the twinkle there telling me she was using all of her strength to hold back from wrapping her lips around his manhood. "Oh god," she whispered, turning to me with wide eyed anticipation. She reached up and wrapped her hand around each cock. "I was hoping it would be obvious which was nicer, but gentlemen, let me tell you that these are two gorgeous cocks." She moved her hands over them slowly. "Don't you agree, James?" she asked, turning to me slightly. "Umm, yeah, I guess," I said, hesitant. "Oh, come on. Just tell me. Do you have a preference? Who has the nicer cock, Mark or Steve?" She was toying with me now, and loving every second of it. She was in control and she was going to have her fun. "They both look great," I said. She winked. "Here, maybe you need a better view." She stood and motioned me to take her spot. I moved over and knelt inches from two very straight, very large cocks. She leaned over behind me and whispered in my ear. "Which is bigger, James?" I studied them both, doing what she wanted without question yet without any self doubt either. I didn't even question the fact that I was only inches away from two naked men, their cocks hard and straight. Their size and shape were essentially flawless. Either would have no problem making a name for themselves in adult cinema. Mark's was slightly longer, easily over seven inches. He had trimmed the area around his shaft and his balls, making his package looking even that much more impressive. Steve's wasn't quite as long, but looked a little thicker. Although he hadn't trimmed his as closely as Mark had, it was still a rather nice, clean display of manliness. "Maybe it would help if you held them?" Jennifer asked seductively. "Hold them in you hands, James." Her breath was soft and warm on my ear, sending chills down my back all the way down to my crotch, where my own cock started to rise. With only a moment of hesitation, I moved my hands up and wrapped my fingers around each man's shaft. I didn't need our host to know what was expected of me next, so I slowly began to run my hands up and down each cock. I could feel just the slightest discomfort coming from Mark and Steve, but after running my hands over their warm meat several times, their whole bodies started to move with my hands. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jennifer move back to her chair to watch. And I wanted to put on a good show for her, so I focused on my grip and the pacing I set as I jerked off two perfect cocks. Jennifer, meanwhile, had opened her blouse even more and was now running her fingers over her exposed breasts. Knowing from one of our late night conversations that she enjoyed fantasizing about gay sex, I knew what would get her even more interested in what was taking place in her living room. And although I had never been with a man or even really fantasized about the prospect, I was ready and willing to give her what she wanted. At this point, I'd do anything for her. And she knew it. With my left hand still moving slowly over Mark's shaft, I moved forward and wrapped my lips around Steve's. I moved my tongue around his bulbous head and flicked the underside of the tip, licking it like an ice cream cone. I pulled back just enough to notice that a small drop of pre-cum had already made its way to the tip of his cock. I looked out of the corner of my eyes at Jennifer and gave her a quick smile, then I extended my tongue and tasted Steve for the first time. His pre-cum had just a hint of saltiness, but for the most part, it was tasteless. Yet I knew the time for my first real taste of a man would be here soon, so I turned to Mark's cock and gave it a quick lick before I turned back to Steve's and engulfed it with my mouth. I began to suck Steve's cock, moving my lips up and down on his erection, making sure I ran my mouth all the way to the base before moving back up toward the tip. All the while my tongue slid over the underside of his huge shaft, feeling the veins bulge in my mouth. We quickly found a rhythm, with his hips pumping his cock further and further into my hungry mouth. I moved off of him, using my tongue to tease the tip. I ran my hand over his shaft, jerking him off while I pleased his sensitive head. He began to moan and I knew he was enjoying my first blowjob. When his moans became quicker and more intense, I took him fully into my mouth again, pursing my lips and sucking deeply as I moved up and down. I was lost in the movement, enjoying the feeling of his soft yet hard cock running over my lips and tongue. I could feel him getting bigger inside of me, his cock throbbing inside of my mouth. I knew he was nearing the end of his ride, and I took that as my queue to quicken the pace. Jennifer must have known this to, because she moaned from her chair, "Oh god, James, tease him. Don't let him cum just yet." Out of the corner of my eyes I could see that she had hiked up her skirt and was toying with her moist pussy lips, moving her fingers over herself. But I was beyond listening, too focused on pleasuring Steve to really care what our host wanted. I might pay for it later, but I wanted his hot cum in my mouth, and I wanted it now. And I didn't have to wait long. I felt Steve's body tense and his hips gave one final thrust. Then his hot cum shot into my mouth, splashing off the roof with a force greater than I expected. I had to swallow quickly to keep from spitting up any of his hot, salty cum. He shot several loads into my waiting mouth, and I took in every drop. I pulled back and swallowed again before running my tongue over my teeth and lips to get it all. His cum was creamy, salty, almost bitter. There was a tanginess that I hadn't anticipated. I leaned forward one more time and grabbed his already drooping cock. I slowly pumped him one last time, pulling out one more drop of creamy white cum. I licked it slowly and let it rest on my tongue before swallowing it. Steve plopped down on the couch, completely spent. I smiled up at him. For the briefest of moments I wondered if I liked the taste of his my first man, his cum. But before I even had time to consider, I turned to Mark and I knew I'd have my fill again. But this time, I'd follow Jennifer's order and tease him some before giving him the relief he wanted. I moved over in front of Mark's hard cock, appreciating again the nicely trimmed thatch of hair at its base. I leaned in, but instead of moving my mouth toward the tip or to the thick shaft, I turned my head so I could run my tongue over his smooth balls. I opened wide and gently placed one then the other in my mouth, running my tongue over each one in turn. I then moved up along the underside of his shaft, which was already throbbing. It stood tall and thick as I traced the tip of my tongue along the vein that led from the base all the way to the round tip. Once there, I wrapped my lips around his head and ran my tongue over it, toying with his tiny slit. As my mouth began its journey up and down his manhood, I moved my hands to his muscular thighs. I ran my hand over them, caressing the insides up near his crotch and then down again. Once his hips started to move with the rhythm of my sucking, I moved my hands up to his ass, gripping each muscled cheek and pulling him tighter toward me, which allowed me to take him in deeper and deeper into my mouth before pulling out ever so slowly. I wanted nothing more than to suck on him and make him cum right then and there, but I resisted. I wanted to tease him first, so I pulled off of him and moved my lips to kiss around the base of his cock, blowing gently on his lower abs and crotch while keeping my hand moving up and down on him to keep him nice and hard. I moved back to his erection, which bolted upright at the attention it received from my tongue. I kissed the tip, then licked it slowly before wrapping my lips around him and taking him fully into my mouth. When Mark grabbed my head and pulled me toward him, I knew he wouldn't let me tease him anymore. He wanted to cum as much as I wanted to make him. So I gently pushed him back to the couch where he sat down. Bent over his lap, and with his hands still guiding my head, I went to town on his huge, thick cock, sucking him with a sexual frenzy I had never experienced. I lathered him up good with my mouth, moving faster and faster over his hard cock. My hands covered his body, running over his stomach, chest, and thighs. When his cock started to throb, I knew he was close to exploding in my mouth, so I doubled my efforts, rubbing him with my hand while I sucked him with everything I was worth. When he burst into my mouth, I swallowed quickly and often. It was a big load, but I managed to take it all in. I savored it on my tongue, loving my second taste of man. As with Steve, I rubbed the last drop out of his cock and licked it off with my tongue, already regretting that the experience was over. When I looked up and saw his exhausted look, I knew it didn't have to be my last. With both men spent, I turned to Jennifer. She was working feverishly on her clit, her fingers glistening with her own wetness. She slowed down as she realized the show was over, as if coming back from a daydream. But the way she looked at me told me this was just the end of act one. She stood and pushed down her skirt, leaving her blouse unbuttoned. She moved toward me and reached for my hand. As I stood, she kissed me so deeply I wished for that fleeting moment that I could stay in that embrace forever. Instead, she broke off that powerful kiss and said, "Gentlemen, I've made my decision." She looked at me. Her eyes told me exactly what she wanted. And she wanted it now. With that, she moved off, leading me toward the bedroom. Looking back at the two on the couch, I suddenly realized I had been wrong earlier. There were three men involved with Jennifer's little experiment. And somehow, I was the one going home with the prize. When she shut the bedroom door and fell against it in anticipation, looking at me with hunger in her eyes, I knew it would be a prize worth any test she could've possibly given. She's the Boss I was sitting on the couch next to you. I was reading; you were working out a Sudoku puzzle. A regular relaxing Tuesday night. "Honey," you ask, "Can you grab my other puzzle book, please?" I grumble internally. "Where is it?" "It's on the floor next to your end of the couch. It's right there." Frowning a little to myself at the disturbance, I put down what I was reading. I pivot in my seat and peered over the fat arm of the couch. "I don't see it," I complain, casually looking down. "It's there baby," you tell me. "Mmm." So, I turn more, reach my arms out toward the floor and rest my chest on the cushy couch arm. There is a pile of random things lying on the floor in a low basket: a newspaper, some books. I don't see the puzzle book. "It's not here, baby." You slip up behind me -- I feel your hands on my back and one of my legs. "Look under the newspaper." I flip over the newspaper and see... Well, it's not Sudoku book. It's not a book at all. The gears in my head slowly grind forward into action and I realize what I was looking at. "Put the cuffs on." You've snuggled up tight behind me now. They were hand cuffs, connected to a leather strap. As I pick them up, I see the strap is on a short leash to the couch itself. "Why don't I put them on you?" I said next with a growing smile. "No." Your weight shifts suddenly onto my back, heavy. "I said put them on." You're sitting over my lower back, legs on either side of my body. Since my chest is on the couch arm and my legs straightened behind me across the couch, my back is being bent too much the wrong way. "I said," you tell me again, this time emphasizing your point by putting even more weight on my back, "put them on. ... Now." I start to turn my head and say something smart. "Ow!" I shout. "Dang it!" You've grabbed my hair with one hand and are holding my neck with the other. "Alright! Okay." So, I reach down and pick up the handcuffs. I lock the first on one wrist, a cold touch to my hand. The metal teeth click by as it locks in place. I feel your weight come off my back a little and the strain across my neck release. With my now-secured hand, I just pick up the other cuff, not in a rush to lock myself down. Sensing my hestitation, you lean down so your breath is near my ear. I place the second cuff around my other wrist, not quite closing the lock. "Fucking do it already" you whipser quiety in my ear, while you put your small hand around my neck. I click the teeth into place and look at the strap running from the cuffs under the couch. I pull my wrists up and find them tied shortly to the ground. I won't even be able to flip over and can move only a little. "Good boy" you tell me as you climb off me and off the couch. Your hand tossled my hair condesendingly. "Took you long enough," said over your shoulder as you walk right out of the room. "Hey!" I holler. "Where are you going?" a little exasperated. I hear your soft footsteps retreat across the house and start to regret my perdicament. But shortly, thankfully, I hear approaching footfalls again, but this time with a click and a tap. You come back into the room wearing sleek black high-heels, silky black panties and a small black wife-beater. In your hand is a large fleshy-dildo on a leather strap-on and a bottle of lube. "Oh my God." My cock swelled underneath me. "First things first," you say almost to yourself, looking down at me, prostrate and now submissively tied. My hands are cuffed so all I could hope to reach are your ankles. I reached my fingers out to them, but you step your feet farther apart, beyond my reach. You slip your fingers into my hair and guide my head upwards. Without a word, you step forward, and I see your sweet panty-covered pussy moving to my face. My nose presses against your mound and my tongue slips out of my mouth and between your legs. "Good boy." You step back from me, far enough so I can see your legs and up to your stomach. I'm tied down too much to look higher comfortably. Excitedly, I watched your fingers slip beneath the band of your panties and slowly peel them off your hips and down your legs. My mouth waters. You lean down and pull your panties over your beautiful sexy heeled feet. While bent down, you are about eye level (still a little above me). You look into my eyes. "We're going to start by you eating me." You stand up, out of my view, and step forward -- bringing your hips back to my face. "Then I'm going to fuck you." Before I respond (besides my cock swelling a little more) your pussy reachs my mouth. Dutifully, I press my face forward and taste your juicy lips. Your own mouth opens a little at the pleasure. "Mmmm hmmm." You step your legs apart a bit to give me more room. My tongue parts your lips, and I stretch to touch as much of you as I can, but my neck is restricted too much. But you don't stop pulling my head to you, pressing your hips up. -- Finally, you pull back. Your smooth thighs slide back across my face. My neck is strained and tired, and I drop my head down. You click your heels once deliberately, and I look up again as far as I can, as you put your hands on your hips. Slowly, you squat down and look me in the eyes again. "Time for what I came here for" you say to me, and I see you reach over and grab the strap-on. You place it artificially over your crotch, between your taut bent legs. "You ready for this?" You wait for my answer. "I don't know," I reply. Your head cocks to the side and you give me a look. "I mean," I stammer, "Yes, I think I'm ready." But I'm not really so sure. I watch as you stand up, and step into the straps of the harness. You look at me. "You know, you'll be begging me for me to fuck you in just a few minutes." You stand right in front of me as you tighten it to your hips. Then you open the bottle of lube and pour a liberal amount onto your hand, and slather the rubbery cock. When you finish, you step back a bit and smile to yourself. "Damn. I'm so wet." Your fingers slide under the harness and touch your lips. Moist. Then you step past me, out of my vision. The couch depresses next to me and you kneel behind me. I look over my shoulder as you balance yourself by leaning on me. The strap-on dangles lewdly off your front. "Up on your knees," you tell me, slapping my butt softly. I pull my knees up and spread them apart. But I can't see well, so I look back down to my hands, cuffed at the floor. I feel one hand on my hip, and the other is on your own faux cock, as you guide it carefully to the right spot. I jump at the sudden strange and cold! touch. "Relax, honey." At first you falter, as the dildo bends unnaturally and slides away. "Ah!" I jump againt my bonds. "Weird!" "Hold still!" you tell me, a little less patiently. "And relax!" Again you position your fake dick against me. This time, you press forward more carefully. I close my eyes and concentrate and breath. All at once, an inch slips in and I'm penetrated. "Good boy!" you tell me again. "Now," you begin -- I feel a hand on one hip and a slick greasy hand on the other -- "When you feel me pressed up against your ass and thighs..." You press forward a tiny bit. "... you'll know you're my bitch." Immediately, I groan. My position alone, tied and bent in front of you, drives my mind crazy. You tell me, "I'm going to go really slow at first." Again, you press forward, filling me with another inch. "And once I'm all the way," you pause to rub my back a little. "I'm really going to fuck you." My breath is short. I try to relax my back, but the feeling of you is intense. Your hands on my legs, just below my hips are encoraging me to slide back to you. I feel you penetrate a little farther. "That's a good boy. You've almost taken the whole thing now." Your words make me tingle. "Push yourself onto the last bit, and show me whose bitch you are." "What?" I ask, even though I know I heard you clearly. "Oh don't be coy. You know you want it. I know you want it. Make yourself mine." I moan. "That's right. Come here, baby." I start to give in. I start to push back, and your hands pull me to you. Finally, I feel you slide all the way home, and your legs meet the backs of mine. I'm almost cumming. "My little slut," you call me. Your hips, now coupled to mine, rock forward against me. "Say it." You rock back. "Say what?" I ask. I lower my chest to rest fully on the arm of the couch. "You know what you want to say. You're my bitch, aren't you? Say it. Now." "What, um... what if I don't?" I ask cautiously. You pull back slightly. "Then I'll stop giving what you want, but find some other way to punish." I look back at my wrists. "It's not like you're going anywhere." I try to look back over my shoulder. I start to say, "I'm your..." but pause. "That's it, baby," you say supportively. Your slick hand slips around closer to my cock, but not quite to it. "Come on." I look back at the floor. I say something softly. "What's that?" you ask me, pushing yourself back against me firmly. "I'm your slut," I say again, a little louder. "I'm your..." I stop my self. "Say it." You reach around me and grip my cock. "Your hard, aren't you? So, say it!" "I'm your bitch. Make me your bitch." "Good boy." Your hand cups my balls. "Your wish is my command." Ever so slowly, you start to pull back. But only a small bit, and you still slowly push back into me. More and more, you pull out farther, and irresistably push back into me. You start impossibly slow, but steadily move faster. -- Soon, you're driving me hard. I'm fucked. Your hips slap against my ass, and we're both groaning and huffing and gasping for breath. "Say it!" you tell me. "You always want me to talk dirty. Do it for me." You smack my ass, hard. "Now." "Fuck me. Fuck me, baby!" "Who's my slut?" You grip my dick while you fuck me with your cock. "Tell me!" I'm so close to cumming! "I'm your slut. I'm yours to fuck." "Tell me how you like it!" you command. Not exactly something I'd wanted to say, but I'm compelled by you. "I love you to fuck my ass." I'm totally fucked. "Fuck my ass! Please! Fuck me hard!" She's The Boss "Hey, John. How are you doing?" I knew immediately who was calling me, she was the mom of one of my daughter's classmates, and I had spoken to her enough in the past to recognize the voice. Only problem was...my daughter couldn't stand her daughter. Well, that and the fact that she had had two girls about so many years ago and had really put on the weight. I really like ladies with some meat on them, but Madison was very large and she didn't wear it well. So when she started making her way towards my car from across the street, I didn't even look up...not until she was leaning up against my VW. WOW! She was wearing a pair of hip-hugging jeans that looked like she was poured into them, and a dark yellow top minus the sleeves and the bra, the front was cut low and I was looking at cleavage that was most inviting. "What...what...wha...what happened?" I stammered. In all honesty, I hadn't seen her since she left town three years ago. "Oh yeah, you haven't seen me since I got back in town. Well, you know Jeff's job caused us to move and I guess you heard that he died a little over a year ago." I just nodded my head and said, "Yeah, I was sorry to hear about that. You have my sympathies." "Thank you. It is appreciated. But my mom is here, so we came back home to help her and we were never happy in Seattle anyway. Anywho, right after Jeff died, I tried to make it work where we were and I went through a depression and hardly ate at all. The weight started coming off and I liked how I looked and so, I started watching what I ate and started a regular exercise and yoga program and here I am." "Here you are." I had to repeat things out loud and in my head because Madison had leaned down to my car window at one point and her breasts were in viewing and touching distance, and that top was doing nothing to hold them back. "You look great." I averted my gaze. "Your hair looks fantastic." "It's amazing how your skin and hair respond when you stop putting garbage in your body," she replied. Her face was surrounded by loose rings of golden hair and her complexion seemed to glow. "It's working," I managed to say. "Well, how's it going with you? You look good. How's the job hunting?" Obviously, she had been in town long enough to have heard that I had graduated nursing school and was looking for a job. "Oh, it's going okay." "Well, I am now in charge of the medical department where I work. You say the word and you are hired," Madison proudly announced. "The Word," I retorted. "Can you show up tomorrow morning. We will get the red tape started." "Sure thing. Thanks." "In that case, I will see you later." And with that, Madison turned about and walked to her own car, with an inticing wiggle in her rear-end that had me in a trance. The school bell ringing to release our daughters was the only thing that broke me out of the spell that her ass had cast. Red tape was no exaggeration. Madison worked in the medical facility in a prison, and they examined my past, present, and future. Of course, Madison vouched for me and that cut that red tape a little short. I started working a few days after being cleared and was enthusiastic about having the job. I worked the graveyard shift with a woman that went to school with Moses. To add insult to injury, I was in a men's only prison, so testosterone was not in short supply, including my own. I had been divorced for a year and a half, and my world revolved around my kids, that left little time for the affections of the fairer sex. Much like the men that I catered to, I was in my own private prison. Finally, a break in the whole thing happened when Mose's classmate retired. There was no replacement available, so Madison took over where "Miss-Older-Than-Dirt" left off. Of course, she did not look quite the same as she did that day at the school. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore scrubs, but damn, did she make scrubs look good. They were tight in all the right places and hugged every inch of her. But even when I looked at her, I still saw her the same as I did the day her tits invaded my VW. We spent moments each night getting caught up on old times and I let her know all the local gossip, (or more like, she let me know all the local gossip). She told me how things were since Jeff had died, and commented how nice it was to be working nights, as that was when she was the loneliest. "I just really haven't put myself out there," she told me, "I don't have the nerve and I'm sure that I'm too old now. Well, you know what it's like, you're divorced." And then, as quickly as she had said it, she blurted, "Oh, oh, John, I am so sorry I said that. I didn't mean it." "It's okay. I know what you mean. And you are right. I haven't put myself out there, either. But as far as you being too old...I don't think so." "John, I'm 43...almost 44." "And what makes you think that is too old for a love life?" I demanded. "And just how old are you, kiddo?" "I'm 34...almost 35. And believe me, if I ran into the right gal, I would have her in my arms in a flash." Madison turned red and stated, "I gotta get some air. Be right back." The next few nights were a series of calamities, as Madison and I tried to avoid each other. We fought to give the other space, both physical and in general. When we got near each other, the chemistry ignited and the pheromones flew through the air. There seemed to be some unseen line that we didn't want to cross. One night, she was reaching for some medical tape in a cabinet that was put in place for an NBA star. I rushed behind her to help her saying, "I got it. I got it.", but I was having to stretch to reach the tape. That's when I noticed, our bodies were in serious contact and the bulge in my scrubs was rubbing against her magnificent ass. I made one more lunge for the tape, ramming myself further into her backside. "I told you...I got it." I handed her the tape. "Yeah, you got it alright," she grinned. The next night, I could have sworn it was my imagination, but it looked like Madison was not wearing a bra under her scrubs. No, that's just wishful thinking. Except...later in the night, Madison asked me to look at some paperwork that was on her desk. As I stood by her, she showed me what she wanted me to double-check for her. Every once in a while, she would point at a section of the papers, leaning forward to point, I could see down her scrub top where her left breast was totally exposed. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples began to stiffen, exposing that fact even more. "You need to fix this part right here.", I began, "Let me show you." I reached for a pencil on the desk and Madison leaned forward until my hand was "trapped" on the desk by her left tit. "How does it feel...huh...how does it feel to be teased and not be able to do anything about it?", she demanded. "You know, I can move my hand at any time." I shot back. "But, you don't want to, do you?" Madison began slowly moving her breast back and forth on my hand. "No, I don't." She was actually using her nipple to massage the back of my hand. She stood up, both nipples straining at the fabric of her scrub top. "If you don't put your hands on my tits right now, I will never forgive you." she said through shallow breaths. "We can't. Not here. Where can we..." "Follow me." The way her ass was bobbing as she walked away, you didn't have to tell me twice. Within seconds, we were in her office. "Now, what was I saying? Oh, yes..." She pulled her scrub top over her head and stood topless before me. She was a C cup at least, with pink areolas and nipples that I had only felt with the back of my hand. "Get over here." I obeyed and let my hands do what came naturally. I turned the tables and massaged her breasts with the other side of my hands this time. I flattened my hands and rubbed her nipples with my palms in a circular fashion. "Yes, oh...it has been too long. Let me feel it!" I grasped her left tit, letting my fingers roam from her body to her nipples. I used my free hand to caress the back of her neck, locking her in an embrace as my mouth found hers. It started out as a furtive kiss, and then proceeded farther as we sought out our passion with our tongues. Her mouth was producing a liquid heat that was feeding me and urging me onward. God, she's right. It has been too long, I thought to myself. She ran her tongue up and down the length of my throat, before placing it wantonly in my mouth again. At this point, I could take no more and I cradled her ass firmly in my arms and carried her over to her office couch. She leaned into a corner where some pillows were and threw one leg across the cushions. I focused on her soft, welcoming tits and began to lick like a man possessed. "Suck my nipples, damn you, suck my nips! Bite them! Let me feel it!" Her voice possessed a huskiness that I enjoy in a woman and I did as I was told. I tried to get as much of those mounds as I could in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could while my tongue lavished her nipples. I pressed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples at one time and when I bit them, she only screamed, HARDER! I started running my tongue from between her tits, down her belly, and..."No, No, not yet." she cooed breathlessly. "But I..." She stood and lifted my scrub top up and over my head. "Oh, yes. I love a man with a hairy chest." Then, before I could do or say anything, she grasped my bottoms and pulled them down to the floor. "Whoa, Hey, That's not fair." I protested. "So, make it fair." And I did. Besides lack of a bra, Madison was not wearing panties, either. We both stood staring at one another as though we were a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car. And just like a couple of teens, we were back at it again. Our lips meeting, our mouths searching, our tongues exploring. Madison rubbed her nipples into my chest hair as I licked her neck. My cock kept stabbing into her mounds pubis, just below her navel. Finally, she jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. "I just wanted to feel that shaft of yours bobbing around the entrance to my pussy for a change. Now, carry me over to the couch." "Yes, ma'am." Madison pulled on the back of the couch and it let down into a small bed. She covered this with a blanket that was as soft as cotton. "Lay down." And I did just that. She knelt between my legs and said, "How big are you?" "I don't know. I've never had any complaints. Are you taking a survey or what?" "No, I am going to let you know right now." And with that she gulped down my shaft, all the way to the base, and then came back up, slowly, so slowly. "You are a little over 8 inches. And about 4 and a half inches in diameter." "You can tell that just by..." "Sure." "How do you..." "I don't know, I have just always been able to tell with my mouth. Length and width." "Have you tried to make a living at this at carnivals and state fairs. I mean, where's my prize?" "Right here." And with that, she swallowed my cock again. She was in a really smooth rhythm, her head bobbing, hair flying loose. She kept moaning over and over again, especially as she would reach the head of my penis. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, I opened them again as I felt movement and saw the prettiest pussy just inches from my face. "Turn-about is fair play." she said. I needed no further encouragement. I dove my tongue into her moist crevice and luxuriated in the taste. She was musky and strong with a scent that hardened my cock even more. "Oh God." she mumbled. It had been so long since I had tasted pussy that I lost my head a little. I lathered every square inch of her sex with my mouth. When I used my lower lip and ran it over her clit repeatedly, she sat up, pressing even more of that luscious quim into my mouth. I lodged my tongue in her hole and used my lips on hers. As I began making a vibrating sound with my lips and tongue, she started rubbing herself all over my face. She leaned forward slightly and firmly grasped my cock with one hand. "You have me right on the edge! We are going to do this together! When I say...Ready! Tongue my pussy NOW!" I keep up what I was doing to her and I had to reach up and grasp her by the thighs to keep her from falling off my face. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am cumming! Yes, keep your tongue right there, keep it in me! Please, oh yes..." She increased the grasp and the movement that she had on my shaft. The faster I licked, the faster she stroked. "Oh Baby, can you taste me! I am cumming all over your tongue! Cum for me, Baby, I need to see it, please cum for me now, I am going to explode again! Cum with me!" I could not believe it, I had felt the boiling in my balls for a while and now, she was stroking me to an orgasm that was not to be believed! "Oh Madison, yes, don't stop! Please, that feels fantastic! Just like that...yes...oh, yes...that a girl! Oh Babe, I am there! You are the best! Ahhhhhh! God, YES! Even after I was through, Madison continued stroking me. "When does this puppy go soft, huh?" "Usually about 20 minutes after sex." "And what did we just do?" "That was foreplay, Babe." Once again, just as before, I was snapped out of my trance by one of the correctional officers shouting, "Hello, anyone here?" Madison threw me my scrubs and whispered, "Get your cloths on and get out there and stall him. He is here for the 2:00 a.m. check. Tell him you were helping me rearrange my office. Anything...GO!" Once again I did as I was told, after all, she is my boss. She's the Boss: An Office Romance A Note to the Reader: although the following scenario is fictitious, it is based on real life. As such, I must begin by thanking 'Aubrey' - my girlfriend and partner-in-crime - for allowing me to immortalise our first night together as lovers. ***** I've never been quite sure how to begin this story. After all, it began much in the same way as many others... I was a young graduate, just starting to make my way in the world after finishing university, and had landed myself a job as an intern at a large multinational company. Admittedly, the work wasn't glamorous - to be honest, my position was that of Personal Assistant to the Head of Accounting and Finance - but I was in a stable situation, with a good salary, and one more important bonus. It meant that I got to spend a lot of time getting to know 'her.' As soon as I'd walked into the interview room three months previously, I had known that I had to get this job; the woman who had conducted the interview had taken my breath away. Her eyes - a beautiful shade of hazel - had held my nervous stare from the very start, the morning sunlight slanting through the window-blinds and reflecting the tones and highlights of her shoulder-length red-brown hair, which she had tied up at the back of her head in a loose knot. Introducing herself as 'Aubrey,' the woman had taken my hand in a firm but friendly grip, encouraging me to relax and take a seat in front of the large oak desk in the middle of the office. As I'd lowered myself into the leather-and-chrome chair, another employee had placed two cups of strong black coffee on the desk, and my future boss had slowly taken her place opposite me, giving me a chance to take in the rest of her body. I'd noticed that Aubrey was wearing low-heeled black pumps, meaning that she was probably around 5'6"; similar in height to myself. In terms of age, she looked to be in her late thirties or early forties, and I'd glanced instinctively at her left hand, cautiously trying to spot if she had was wearing any rings. Although her short, chubby fingers had been bare, I'd still cursed inwardly. After all, this was supposed to be a job interview, not a chance to get 'on the pull.' Even so, it had been difficult not to let my thoughts to drift away from the task at hand; from the earliest days of puberty, I had entertained something of a weakness for the kind of women described by modern adult magazines as 'BBWs' or 'Plumpers.' It seemed to me that I'd spent years surrounded by large ladies - teachers, youth workers, physiotherapists, even my female colleagues at university - the majority of those with whom I had developed the most lasting connections had all fitted this general description. As for Aubrey, I felt myself starting to flush scarlet as I'd cast a surreptitious glance up and down her full, voluptuous body. The way that she carried herself - proud, erect, her huge bosom thrust out like the bows of a battlecruiser - had reminded me somewhat of Nurse Gladys Emmanuel from the classic British sitcom 'Open All Hours.' In a frilled white blouse, dark tights and light grey skirt-suit, Aubrey had appeared both authoritative and at ease in equal measure; capable of keeping her subordinates firmly in line, but able to 'cut loose' outside of the business world. The actual interview had been fairly uneventful. Somehow, I had made it through without embarrassing myself - thankfully, Aubrey had been very good at setting me at ease, and didn't seem bothered by the fact that I occasionally allowed my gaze to linger on her chest, which stretched the fabric of her blouse in such a way that an imprint of the lacework of her bra cups was visible. In fact, I could still remember how, while sending me on my way, she had allowed a wry smile to break through the rather stern demeanour which had characterised the rest of the interview. Fast forward a few months to the present... So now, I was firmly ensconced as Aubrey's personal assistant. Though it was not my real name, my boss had decided that 'Leonard' suited me rather well, and tended to use it even in board meetings. During one coffee break early on in my employment, I'd discovered that Aubrey and I shared a love of the hit American sitcom 'The Big Bang Theory,' and my passing resemblance to one of the main characters had caused considerable amusement. Even though I had grown a full beard and moustache since then, the nickname had stuck firmly, and I was more than happy to go along with the joke. On this particular day, I was accompanying my boss to a major sales conference in Liverpool and, rather generously, she had booked us into a double suite at a hotel close to the conference centre. In addition, when we'd arrived back in the room after several long, dull hours watching PowerPoint presentations and discussing such thrilling topics as 'impulse purchasing,' 'influences on market trends' and 'deficit financing as a viable policy,' I'd been shocked to see a large bottle of Krugg Champagne chilling in an ice bucket on the dresser, along with two crystal flutes. I turned to ask Aubrey what was going on, but she had disappeared into the bathroom, and I just had time to catch a glimpse of her patent-leather sling-backs as the door clicked shut. "Hold on a moment!" She yelled out. "I'll only be a minute or two." Unsure of what to do, I threw my suit jacket onto the back of a chair and examined the bottle; though by no means an expert, the little that I knew about wine told me that this would be a very good vintage. Seconds later, I heard the bathroom door open again, and Aubrey stepped out. My jaw fell open, and I felt like Wolfie in the old 'Droopy Dog' cartoons, whose eyeballs always popped out of his head at the sight of a beautiful woman. All day, my boss had been clad in the same grey suit that she had worn on the day of my interview, and had projected the same image of cool, stylish professionalism. Now, everything had changed. Aubrey still stood as proud and erect as ever, and her full curves still put me in mind of a Spanish galleon laden with the treasures of the Caribbean; however, that magnificent body was now swathed in a black evening gown, the bodice covered in sequins, the full skirt reaching to the floor. Her hair - which she had kept tied back ever since our first meeting - tumbled down over her shoulders in dark red-brown waves. "I see you approve," she smiled warmly as I continued to stare mutely across the room. "But please try to look less like a dead fish." Shuddering slightly, I shook myself out of my reverie, staggering backwards and sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed. Aubrey let out a loud chuckle, striding across the room to stand in front of me, and I couldn't help gasping as her massive chest shook inside the confines of her dress. Slowly, she reached out and grabbed hold of my tie, pulling me back to my feet, her other hand resting on the small of my back. Instinctively, I gazed into those sparkling hazel eyes, and allowed my boss to ease forward into a deep, passionate kiss, slowly wrapping my arms around her wonderful, soft body. I could feel my head starting to spin as Aubrey pushed her tongue against my lips, and I squeezed her tight to me so that her heaving breasts were squashed up against my chest. I had always marvelled at my boss' ample physique, and had long ago given up on keeping count of the number of times that I dreamt of having my head cradled against the warm flesh of her huge bosom. Slowly, my mouth yielded to the probing of her tongue, and as she explored my hot mouth, I felt something hard and metallic against my teeth. Somehow, I had never noticed that Aubrey had a tongue piercing, but the sensation was certainly intriguing, and I began to return the kiss with an ever greater urgency. Now, she was holding my head in both hands, running her fingers through my slightly wild hair and caressing my face, stroking the coarser hair of my beard. As for me, I was still trying to work out what to do with myself; to be honest, I felt like a kid let loose in a sweet shop, and wanted to explore as much of Aubrey's wonderful body as possible. Mirroring her actions, I brought one hand up to stroke the soft skin of her face, brushing a lock of dark red-brown hair from her eyes as I did so. With my other hand, I reached down and cupped one of her lovely arse-cheeks through the material of her dress, groaning into her mouth as I gave it a gentle squeeze and traced my fingers up and down the outline of her ample thighs. This drew a long moan from Aubrey, and she slowly broke the kiss, a look of pure, unrestrained passion in her eyes. "Don't tease me Leonard," she whispered, letting go of my face and swatting me playfully on the arm as I continued to massage the warm flesh of her arse. "You don't really think that I've been blind to the way that you've been looking at me at the office?" I gulped as she pulled my other hand away from her face and guided it down onto her magnificent, sequin-covered bust. "Ever since you first came to me for this job, I knew that you wanted to get your hands on me, and especially on these big soft beauties. Just feel how heavy and full they are!" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't speak. All I could think about was the fact that was now groping my boss' incredible tits; Aubrey, for her part, was urging me on, gently swaying so that her bosom began to jiggle and bounce hypnotically. I had, not surprisingly, grabbed the opportunity with both hands, and my boss smiled broadly as she saw how eagerly I had responded to her orders. "Good boy Leonard!" She purred. "Would I be right in thinking that you've been wanting to do this for a while? You love my huge natural tits, don't you?" I nodded vigorously, leaning forward and giving Aubrey a brief but forceful kiss as I tried my best to hold one of her massive breasts in each hand. The bra she was wearing gave her excellent support, but I longed to feel the weight of her bust set free from the garment. Slowly, I sank to my knees, bringing my head level with the fullest part of her chest, and like a man possessed, buried my face in the sequinned mass of warm flesh. Aubrey had one hand on the back of my head now, almost smothering me between her gorgeous mounds. Her other hand, I now noticed, had slipped under the hem of her dress and into the region of her crotch. "That's it you dirty little fucker!" She moaned as she continued to thrust her chest out. "Show me how much you love being surrounded by all that warm, soft tit-flesh. I know how much you want to explore my naked body, but you've got to be a good boy and make me feel good!" With all the strength I could muster, I pulled my head free from her grip, gazing up into her eyes and trying to do my best impression of an eager puppy. Of course, this was easier said than done with my hands still roaming over Aubrey's heaving chest, and even more so as I saw that she was rapidly approaching climax. "Please Aubrey," I begged, my voice a lust-fuelled mixture of a whimper and a groan, "I need to see you naked so badly. You don't know how long I've been dreaming of this moment. Please let me take that dress off and worship your beautiful soft body!" My voice was cracking with arousal, and I felt my boss bend forward, her hand snaking down between us, so that her fingers brushed against the front of my suit pants. At the touch of her hand, my cock, which had been gradually swelling against the fabric of my trousers, sprang instantly to full hardness. Aubrey glanced down at me, a coy expression on her face. "Oh my!" She whispered, clasping her hands to her bosom in feigned shock and surprise. "Did I do that to you? I don't understand what could possibly have made you feel so horny. After all Leonard, I'm your boss. It's wrong for me to get involved with one of my employees; even one as young and sexy as you." Suddenly, her body began to shudder violently as her orgasm hit, and I felt her chest swell against the palms of my hands, a low moan escaping from her throat. She seemed to be on auto-pilot, riding out the waves of her climax, and I instinctively pushed my hardening cock against her fingers. "Oh Fuck!" I whispered, gazing in awe at my boss quivering before me, reluctantly sliding my hands down and away from her magnificent breasts and onto her hips, suddenly aware of the fact that her knees might buckle at any moment. "Aubrey, I know this is really naughty, and I know that we could get it a lot of trouble at the office, but I'd honestly do anything to be able to treat you like a goddess, even just for tonight." Slowly, Aubrey regained her composure, the last tremors of that first orgasm fading away. Her expression softened again, and taking hold of my shoulders, prompted me to get to my feet, her lips tracing kisses all over my face. "A 'Goddess' am I?" She purred again, the fire returning to her eyes. "You really do have it bad for me, don't you Leonard?" Once again, I could only nod dumbly, wondering what was about to happen. Aubrey placed a light kiss on my forehead, cupping my face in her hands as a small smile crept across her lips. "Such a cute boy, and so polite. I'm definitely going to have let you see if you can please me properly!" I gave a slight whimper as I felt her finally draw away from me, and watched silently as my boss crossed over to the dresser and filled both of the flutes with a good measure of champagne. Passing one to me, she raised her glass and we both drank a toast as our eyes locked together in a passionate gaze. It was strange, but something about those eyes just held me transfixed; all I could think about was 'the moment' of being in her company. Then, our glasses drained to the dregs, Aubrey motioned for me to join her, spreading her arms wide and enveloping me once more in a glorious, smothering embrace. My cock was definitely straining against it's confinement now, and my boss was only too aware of it as I ground myself urgently against her thigh, our bodies writhing together, hands in each other's hair. Aubrey leaned forward, my hair tweeted between her fingers: again, I felt the touch of her hot lips pushing urgently against my still-closed mouth, and as I yielded to her, I tasted again the cold metal of the bar as her moist tongue slid hungrily over my own. Once more, I ran my hands up and down her body, moving up from her soft, plump thighs, over the full curves of her arse, and up her back until I found the zipper between her shoulders. She broke the kiss, nuzzling her face into the base of my neck. "Go ahead lover. Take it off!" She whispered, hands sliding up between us and fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I didn't need to be asked twice. Slowly, I pulled down the zipper and helped Aubrey to lift the dress off over her head, leaving her standing before me in a massive black lace bra and matching French-cut panties. As I'd expected, the bra had full cups, and supported her huge breasts wonderfully, pushing them together to create a deep, shadowy cleavage. As my boss continued to liberate me of shirt and tie, I eagerly resumed groping her amazing chest, revelling in the contrast between the silky pattern of the lace-covered bra cups and the warm softness of the flesh beneath. Suddenly, I heard Aubrey begin to giggle, running her fingers through my thick chest hair, and I hurriedly withdrew my hands, worried that I had appeared too keen. "What's wrong?" I asked in a hushed voice, realising that the sound of her girlish laughter had caused my still-trapped cock to give several urgent, painful throbs. She gave me a knowing look, grinning almost from ear to ear. "Well my dear," she chuckled, "I know that you're very eager to get your hands on my lovely fat titties, but I'm also thinking that you'll want to be able to get your shirt off without me having to tear it!" Suddenly, it dawned on me. In my hurry to lavish my attentions on her amazing body, I'd totally forgotten about my still being fully dressed. Giving a small smile, I leaned back and let my shirt fall to the floor, Aubrey still raking her nails across my hairy chest and stomach, pinching my nipples and causing me to gasp and thrust my hips against her. "I think it's time that we let your little friend out to play." She mused, reaching down to undo my belt and suit-pants. "It looks like you're starting to get rather excited." I nodded my head vigorously, wrapping my arms around Aubrey's waist and sliding my hands onto the broad, full cheeks of her arse. My hairy stomach was now rubbing against her plump belly, and as my trousers bunched around my ankles, I began to grind my bulging crotch into her thigh. Squeezing her soft buttocks, it slowly dawned on me that only two thin layers of material separated my throbbing manhood from her warm, moist pussy, and once more, I let out a low groan. "Oh fuck Aubrey," I moaned, a note of desperation in my voice. "Please can I take your bra off? I need to see those magnificent tits in all their glory! They're just so huge and soft, and I can feel your hard nipples poking into my chest through the cups!" She didn't answer, but gave me a playful slap on the thigh and grabbed hold of my hair with her other hand, pulling my head forward and kissing me greedily on the lips, her tongue filling my mouth as I continued to fondle her ample arse-cheeks beneath the thin lace of her panties. She broke the kiss, staring at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. "What do you think, you horny little bastard? These tits aren't exactly going to play with themselves are they?" Now, I could feel her hips moving in time with mine as she met my thrusts, and I could feel the wetness of her pussy through the gusset of her panties as she rubbed herself against the head of my still-imprisoned cock. "I must say though, I love hear a young man begging to see my body. After all, men your age are normally chasing after skinny little waifs!" I gave another low moan and sank to my knees, my obvious hard-on tenting my boxers and my precum leaving a noticeable stain on the crotch. Aubrey placed a hand either side of my face and drew me forwards, pillowing my head tight against her still-heaving bosom as I relinquished my hold on her arse, my hands shaking as I fumbled to release the catch that secured her massive bra. She was stroking my hair now, petting me like a puppy and murmuring soothingly in my ear, but I could still feel her hips rocking gently back and forth, her satin-covered mound rubbing against my hairy chest. After some effort, I finally succeeded in unfastening the clasp of her bra, and felt the distinct 'sag' of her huge, full breasts as the support of the band was removed. Shrugging her shoulders, Aubrey let the broad straps fall onto her arms, and I raised my head, gazing up at her with a look of reverent awe on my face as I slipped the garment from her body, marvelling at the design of the intricate lacework and the strong underwire at the base of the cups. At last, her voluptuous bosom was uncovered in all it's glory, and I gasped as I beheld, for the first time, her fat, erect nipples and large, chocolate-coloured areolae. "What do you think of these then?" She asked softly, cocking her head to one side and reaching down to stroke the coarse hair of my beard as I stared dumbly at her near-naked body. "I'll bet you've never seen a pair like this in your life! Soft, heavy, all-natural 40Ls." As if to drive the point home, she hefted one of the massive mounds in each hand, jiggling them up and down in front of my face and moaning as she pinched and twisted her nipples. "Would I be right in thinking you'd like to suck on them for me?" I could only nod my head, totally mesmerised by the sight of the dream-like expression on Aubrey's face as she continued massaging her breasts, her breath coming in sharp, panting gasps. "Please." I begged earnestly, dropping her bra and raising my arms towards her as if invoking the gods, "let me taste those delicious nipples. I'd do anything to make you happy." She gave a small smile and stepped forward, one breast now cupped in both hands. As I settled myself on my knees and wrapped my arms around my boss' waist, she bent forward slightly and fed the hard nipple into my mouth, kneading the soft flesh and urging me to suck. She's the Boss: An Office Romance "Oh my!" I heard Aubrey moan above me, my face totally buried in a mass of warm, soft flesh. "That's exactly what I needed after that boring conference. A big horny boy feasting on my juicy titties and willing to please me in any way I choose." I could tell that she was smiling, and my hips continued to sway as I felt her begin to run her fingers through my hair. "Leonard's such a good boy, isn't he?" She purred. "My very own sex slave. I can see that I'm going to have lots of naughty fun with you before the evening's over." Obviously, I was unable to speak, so I answered her question in the only way I was able: tightening my grip around her swaying body, I pulled myself even harder into her heaving bosom and gently bit down on her fat nipple, flicking my warm tongue over the tip as I continued to suck greedily. Although I couldn't see it, Aubrey had begun to knead her other breast with her free hand, lifting it to her mouth and feasting on her own nipple. Meanwhile, her hips continued to move as if on automatic pilot, her panties damp with her juices as she rubbed herself against me. As I heard Aubrey's breathing quicken, I slid my hands back down onto her wonderful full arse and groped her fat cheeks, pulling her hips forward and encouraging her to grind harder. I was moaning around a mouthful of delicious tit-flesh, gently tugging at the rubbery nipple and tracing wide circles around the areola with my tongue, and I began to nuzzle right into her breast, mewling like a hungry baby, desperate to assist my boss to another shuddering orgasm. However, I didn't have long to wait for the fireworks... Suddenly, she gave a long, low moan, releasing her nipple from her mouth, pushing down hard on the back of my head and thrusting her free hand into her dampening panties. Cradling me to her bosom, Aubrey began to rub furiously at her clit - which I knew must be throbbing just as hard as my still-unrelieved erection - while her fingers slid in and out of her wet pussy, her whole body quaking as she tumbled over the edge. How long it lasted, I don't know, but when Aubrey finally caught her breath and pulled my head away from her breast, her eyes were shining with tears. "Fuck Leonard. That was a pretty good start!" She grinned at me, gasping as the final throes of her orgasm died away. "But I'd say that there's more you can give me, isn't there?" I could feel her lifting me to my feet, and our mouths once again clamped together in a furious, passionate kiss as I staggered forward against her, sinking into the softness of her body. Her hands slid down my back, thumbs hooking into the waistband of my boxers as she struggled to release my manhood from it's confinement, and I flinched slightly as it sprang free. "Oh my!" Aubrey gasped, chuckling and giving my arse a gentle squeeze. "I didn't realise that I such a powerful effect on you. It looks like I'm going to have a lot of fun with this big thing." I knew that I wasn't particularly large, only about six inches or so, but I was still determined to please the massive-breasted goddess who now, quite literally, had me by the balls. She was massaging my swinging bollocks and tracing her fingers playfully along the length of my shaft, tickling the fat head as my erection pulsed between us, and I was reduced to a groaning idiot, reaching out to once again fondle her huge tits. My boss gave me a knowing look, getting a proper grip on my cock and lazily pumping back and forth. "Does Leonard want me to take care of his big stiffy then? It feels like you're almost ready to burst!" I let out a loud moan and began to thrust forwards to meet the strokes of her fingers, planting kisses all over her face and pushing her breasts together, leaning down to run my tongue along her massive cleavage before kissing all over the top of each soft, jiggling mound. "Don't worry baby." Aubrey said teasingly, "I know exactly what my slave boy needs." Slowly, she moved backwards towards the bed, leading me along by the cock, and I found myself standing before her, the tip of my throbbing erection level with her half-open mouth. Suddenly, I felt her tongue snake out and flick against my cock head, and marvelled at the sensation of the cold metal bar against the underside of my shaft as she took wrapped her lips around the end of my length, giving it a few encouraging sucks. As her tongue swirled around my head, her fingers continued to stroke my balls and the base of my cock, almost as she was trying to milk me into her mouth. As she pulled herself off me with a loud 'pop,' I cradled her head in both hands, stroking her long dark-red hair, brushing a few stray locks away from her shining eyes. "Oh god!" She mewled, kitten-like, "what a delicious cock you've got. I think I know what to do to make Leonard give me all that yummy spunk." Hefting her huge tits in both hands, she lifted them up towards me and gave me a long, languid wink, nodding slowly as my hard-on twitched in anticipation. "Go ahead sweetie." She whispered in a voice dripping with lust. "Slide that hard dick between my fat titties!" I did as I was told, stepping forward and feeling my throbbing erection enveloped by my boss' soft bosom, her massive breasts smothering me like two warm pillows. Almost instinctively, I began to thrust forwards, and she grabbed hold of my arse-cheeks with both hands, pulling me towards her and encouraging me to fuck her cleavage as hard as I could. Admittedly, my cock was no match for Aubrey's 40L tits, and it disappeared completely as I pushed forwards against her, but damn did it feel good having all that warm flesh massaging the whole length of my aching manhood. "There we go baby!" She grinned as I settled into a rhythm. "Just imagine that you're deep inside my wet pussy. Show me just how hard you can fuck!" Once again, I could see that Aubrey was earnestly rubbing her throbbing clit, at least two fingers sliding between her bulging lips, and I wondered if she, too, was imagining that my fat cock were taking the place of her fingers. "Come on you dirty fucker!" She yelled suddenly. "Pound my titties and give me all that hot young cum. I want to see it squirting all over my huge melons." I picked up my pace, desperate to fulfil my goddess' commands. The sensation of being surrounded by soft tit-flesh did indeed feel like a pussy, and I reached down to fondling Aubrey's wonderful mounds, push them together as she began to bounce up and down in time with my thrusts. "Holy shit I'm close!" I yelled, my breathing ragged as I felt her land a couple of firm spanks on my arse, groping my buttocks and urging me towards my own, inevitable climax. "I don't think I can take much more...fuck...Aubrey...here it comes..." With one final, ragged gasp, I pulled myself free of her cavernous cleavage, grabbed hold of my quivering shaft, and gave several long but rapid strokes. That was all I needed. My cock twitched in my hand, thick wads of cum sprayed over my boss' massive bosom, and my whole body shook as my orgasm, held back for so long, finally overwhelmed me. As for Aubrey, she was leaning forward, placing gentle kisses all over my chest and stomach as I came down from my orgasmic plateau, my hands roaming over her cum-covered chest, massaging my spunk into her skin. "Somebody enjoyed themselves in there." She cooed in approval, scooping a drop of cum off the tip of my shrinking cock with one finger and sucking it flirtatiously. "Just look at how much lovely warm cream you gave me!" I could only pant and gasp, but I knew that Aubrey was far from finished with me, and I slid slowly to my knees before her, bowing my head and nuzzling myself once more against her jiggling bosom, softly declaring my love for my goddess. Aubrey ran her fingers tenderly along my face, and from the pungent smell I could tell that she had achieved yet another climax. "Leonard's definitely a good boy." She whispered, "but there's one more thing that you have to do for me. I think you know what that is, don't you?" As if to give me a further hint, she allowed her fingers, still coated in her pussy-juice, to linger under my nose, and I gave a deep sniff, taking in her unique, womanly scent. Lifting my head reluctantly from her chest, I took Aubrey's fingers into my mouth and gave them a suck, sliding my hands down onto her ample arse as I did so. I gently slid her moist satin panties down her thighs and let them fall to the floor, exposing her moist, hairy pussy. Still on my knees at the edge of the bed, I was now staring at my boss' most intimate place, and the sight was incredible. Though I has always assumed her to be shaven, I could nonetheless see her hard, throbbing clit bulging out from the furry jungle. Not only that, but the head was fat and juicy, reminding me very much of the nipple on which I had sucked so greedily earlier on in the evening. As for her lips, I slowly inclined my head and ran my tongue slowly along their length before pressing it flat, cat-like, against the fat head of her clit. "Goodness!" Aubrey gasped as I felt her legs hook around my shoulders and clamp me tight between her thighs. "I think someone's done this before!" Although I was hardly in a position to argue the point, I was secretly rather pleased, because I was working on pure instinct. The only guidance I'd ever received on pussy-eating was from girl/girl porn films - which, naturally, I had assumed to provide a more 'genuine' portrayal of cunnilingus - but, regardless of the accuracy of the material, it certainly seemed to be having the desired effect. I could feel Aubrey bucking her hips up to meet my probing tongue as I continued to lap away at her warm, wet slit, working my way up and down her lips, gently licking her clit, and occasionally breaking off to kiss the sweet, soft flesh of her inner thighs and her hairy pubic mound. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I dived forward, clamped my mouth over her clit, and began to suck hungrily on the swollen head as if it were a nipple. That did it: Aubrey's entire body shook violently, lifting her bodily from the bed, and her thighs squeezed down hard as a gush of bitter-sweet fluid sprayed over my neck and chin. Finally, her grip relaxed, and for about thirty seconds, she lay moaning and gasping on her back, arms outstretched and legs almost limp. For a moment, I was terrified that I had injured her in some way, and I crawled up onto the bed next to her, stroking her face and begging her to speak to me. I could see that her body was still being wracked by orgasm, and she certainly did not seem to be in pain, but Aubrey's silence was deafening. At long last, she turned her head towards me and whispered two words: "thank you." I was stunned. This was beyond anything I had expected, and I wasn't sure if my brain could take it all in. I gazed at Aubrey, desperate for her to say more, but I could only lie there are wait for her to recover. After several minutes, I was treated to another of her deep, probing kisses, and we lay together on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. "Sorry if I scared you." I heard Aubrey whisper, "but no-one's ever done anything like that to me before. You must have eaten a lot of pussy to come up with a trick like that!" "Not really." I replied, thinking back to all the times that I'd seen it done on screen, and wondering if I had ever seen a porn star undergoing such a powerful climax. "In fact, that was my first time." Now, it was Aubrey's turn to be stunned. She gaped at me as if I had begun speaking Portuguese, and I repeated my answer, thinking that she might not have understood what I had meant. Reaching out a hand, she stroked my face tenderly and felt the wetness of her pussy-juice in my beard, clearly recalling the moment she had squirted. "You mean to tell me," she stated, matter-of-factly, "that you have 'never' eaten a woman's pussy until this evening? You made that up on the spot?" I nodded, raising my right hand and making the traditional 'Scout's Honour' sign. "Fuck me!" Aubrey yelled. "I'm definitely keeping you. You're a bloody natural." As if revitalised by a second wind, she swung herself off the bed and walked around to stand beside me, giving my soft manhood a playful pat as she passed and leaning over so that her heavy breasts swayed above my face. As I craned my neck to suck a hard nipple into my mouth, I felt Aubrey climb up onto the bed, but on her knees instead of her belly. "Tell me Leonard." She smiled. "Do you know what 'Queening' is?" In a rush, I released her nipple and gazed eagerly into her eyes: I certainly did know what that was, and I had always wanted to try it. Seeing the look on my face, my boss crawled towards the head of the bed and swung one leg over my chest, straddling me so that when she raised herself to her knees, her crotch was directly above my face. Looking up, most of my view was now obscured by Aubrey's still-dripping pussy and the beautiful flesh of her warm thighs; however, as she lowered herself down onto my face and I became engulfed in her musky dampness, I felt her seize hold of my wrists, guiding my hands onto her huge, swaying breasts. Heavy and pendulous, they jiggled and shook invitingly as Aubrey began to hump my face, and I gave each soft mound a firm squeeze, pushing myself as hard as I could against her pussy without losing the ability to breathe. With her weight now pressing down on my face, the experience of eating Aubrey's pussy was quite different this time round; not least because she was able to control how much pressure she was exerting on my lips and tongue. However, it felt amazing to have her quite literally 'riding' my face, and I stopped lapping at her pussy-lips and tried to push my tongue inside her, encouraging her to fuck it like a tiny cock. Indeed, she responded immediately, her hard clit rubbing against my nose as she started to bounce up and down on my probing tongue, and I tweaked her fat nipples, causing her to squeal with delight. "You alright under there baby?" She chuckled, driving down onto my face and squeezing my head between her thighs, rubbing herself against the hair of my beard. I could feel my cock starting to stir again, but knew that I was a long way away from achieving another orgasm; so hard had been my first one. Aubrey, however, was having no such difficulties, and was rapidly approaching a final shuddering climax. My face almost completely smothered in her crotch and feeling about ready to 'tap out,' I decided to go for the big finish. Clamping my mouth over her bulging clit and sucking hard and fast, I remembered what I had done when feasting on her nipples, and began to flutter my hot tongue over the fat head. At the same time, I pulled one hand off her swaying tits and slipped it between her thighs, managing to work two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, fingering her with long, slow strokes as she continued to bounce up and down on my face, her fat clit seeming to fill my mouth. Then, with a deep, animal howl, she came. Once more, a gush of fluid sprayed over my face and fingers, but this time, Aubrey was forced to throw herself to one side to avoid smothering me as she collapsed in a heap on the bed. Again, the convulsions of her orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity - deep, pulsing waves that shook her entire body and rendered her incapable of speech - but this time, instead of panicking, I gazed in wonder at her quivering form and listened to her beautiful moans of pleasure as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. It was potentially the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. After we'd both recovered from this last tussle, Aubrey reclined on the bed as I refilled our glasses with champagne. Setting them down on the bedside table, I climbed up next to her, still totally naked, and we snuggled up tight together, sharing a series of soft, tender kisses as we became entwined together in a warm, post-orgasmic embrace. "I don't know about you," I whispered, hardly daring to believe that any of this was real. "But I don't want this to end. Do we really have to go back to being regular 'boss and assistant' on Monday?" Aubrey glanced over at me. "Leonard." She said levelly, her voice only just remaining calm. "You know as well as I do what people might think to us dating. They'd call it a 'conflict of interest' or something along those lines, especially with me being your boss and the age gap." I stared back, crestfallen. Was it just going to be one glorious night of passion? Surely that couldn't be fair? As she reached over to stroke my bare chest, my eyes began to fill with tears, and a smile of understanding spread across her face. "However," she continued, "if you can promise me that you'll remain entirely professional at the office, and won't let our relationship interfere with business hours, I'm sure that this needn't be the last night that we spend together." Reaching into her clutch bag, she withdrew a thick silver neck-chain, hanging it around my neck and fastening the clasp. "That's to show everyone that you're my special man." She sighed. "I had a feeling that we'd end up like this, so I bought it just in case you met my expectations." Instantly, my face brightened, and I leaned over to give Aubrey one final kiss goodnight. "Thank you so much." I smiled warmly, sweeping her hair back from her eyes. "After tonight, I don't think that I ever want to give you up. You're not just a goddess; you're without a doubt the most exciting, intoxicating woman who I've ever met. It's going to be a pleasure working for you!" With that, we toasted our new relationship, cuddled up once more, and fell asleep in each other's arms.