It's rare for fortune to knock on our door by chance, an opportunity that shouldn't be wasted at all. One time, a colleague told me that a social leader friend of hers needed someone to enter some 'a few' spreadsheets from people who attended her social center into the computer so she could organize them. I explained that I didn't have too much free time but she, in a conspiratorial tone, said ...
You should grab this job...
(wink-wink) I, curious by nature, accessed and thus met in person
The Boss
How they called her.
Of long hair and blonde, white and loamy skin, green eyes, tall, large and round breasts, natural, no implants, voluminous but rounded booty, long and twisted legs, a spectacle of a woman, who despite being in her fifth decade (the stage at which the events to be recounted occurred) and having a slightly swollen belly, still retained almost intact the attributes that generated countless and anonymous seminal emissions in her name.
Seeing her made me remember when I saw her displacing her enormous figure with her long legs from her partner's arm, contorting her hips to a sensual rhythm, always impeccably made-up and styled, wearing her tight dresses that accentuated her curves, her bearing was impressive, who hadn't fantasized about that beautiful woman, anyone who ever saw her and knew of her existence, turned her into their object of desire, their maximum dream.
From her early adolescence she developed a body that attracted all eyes, making her a very well-known, desired, and even envied person, which is why I knew who it was but didn't know her in person until then.
Once started with the work, I discover that there wasn't little information to be entered and everything was very slow for reasons that don't come into play. Could I have done it in a way that would save me time? Sure, but there was a topic, it was impressive the amount of booties tangled and entangled roaming around everywhere, fighting each other by shaking their ass and marking their papo, it was impossible not to dedicate at least a good look to them, which turned into a constant distraction, but the queen of the place was her, The Boss, always dressed in pants that would give her an infarct.
It all started when I went to a meeting with my already deceased partner's relatives and she came out wearing a red blouse so cut out that her large breasts seemed to want to escape through him, with black leather boots up to the high cane and a white pants so tight that his vulva lips were clearly noticeable. That day, alongside helping me was a transgender girl whom we'll call Jhoanna, and when I saw her dressed like this, my cock stood stiff as a garrote and instinctively I made a move to adjust her so it wouldn't show but Jhoanna caught on and said
Of long hair and blonde, white and loamy skin, green eyes, tall, large and round breasts, natural, no implants, voluminous but rounded booty, long and twisted legs, a spectacle of a woman, who despite being in her fifth decade (the stage at which the events to be recounted occurred) and having a slightly swollen belly, still retained almost intact the attributes that generated countless and anonymous seminal emissions in her name.
Seeing her made me remember when I saw her displacing her enormous figure with her long legs from her partner's arm, contorting her hips to a sensual rhythm, always impeccably made-up and styled, wearing her tight dresses that accentuated her curves, her bearing was impressive, who hadn't fantasized about that beautiful woman, anyone who ever saw her and knew of her existence, turned her into their object of desire, their maximum dream.
From her early adolescence she developed a body that attracted all eyes, making her a very well-known, desired, and even envied person, which is why I knew who it was but didn't know her in person until then.
Once started with the work, I discover that there wasn't little information to be entered and everything was very slow for reasons that don't come into play. Could I have done it in a way that would save me time? Sure, but there was a topic, it was impressive the amount of booties tangled and entangled roaming around everywhere, fighting each other by shaking their ass and marking their papo, it was impossible not to dedicate at least a good look to them, which turned into a constant distraction, but the queen of the place was her, The Boss, always dressed in pants that would give her an infarct.
It all started when I went to a meeting with my already deceased partner's relatives and she came out wearing a red blouse so cut out that her large breasts seemed to want to escape through him, with black leather boots up to the high cane and a white pants so tight that his vulva lips were clearly noticeable. That day, alongside helping me was a transgender girl whom we'll call Jhoanna, and when I saw her dressed like this, my cock stood stiff as a garrote and instinctively I made a move to adjust her so it wouldn't show but Jhoanna caught on and said
Mmm daddy, it seems like your little friend likes The Boss... hehehe
I didn't say anything but she had already figured it out. The boss would say things as they came to her mind, direct and straightforward, sometimes even being coarse in her speech. One day she called me to ask me to come to her house because she needed to talk to me. I went, she made me wait, she was wearing one of her usual tight pants that accentuated her vulva and a very tight shirt with an armed bra that made her enormous tits seem even bigger and stretched the fabric almost to the point of tearing. She showed me her pets, two annoying and boisterous bitches, prepared the mate, we talked about unimportant things until suddenly she went without anesthesia
So that's when you get hard for me when I look at you and use the word: pussy?
I was left frozen not knowing what to say, then I also said the first thing that came to my head
And well, what do you want me to do, you're a terrible woman and look how you're dressed
like trying to save the situation and not knowing what her response would be. She got up, walked around the table until she reached where I was sitting, took my hand and led me to her room, all in complete silence, let out the dogs, closed the door, went back to where I was standing, stopped in front of me, looked at each other for a few seconds and started kissing. Her kisses were very much to her style, fierce, almost clumsy, I tried to put delicacy into the act, wanted to enjoy it but she took my shirt and ripped it off brusquely, even making two buttons fly away, then she took off her tank top and bra almost together leaving her divine tits uncovered, big, round, not fallen, with medium-sized aureolas, with prominent, fat and round nipples, which I didn't take long to enjoy with my mouth. She undid my pants, lowered them, pulled out my erect member from the boxer, got down and started sucking it like an expert, swallowed it whole, pulled it out, spat it out, gave me a little hand job before going back to eating it all.
Use the word: pussy!!!
It's hard to describe it, I don't know if it was big, long, or what but it was like a single canal, from its pubis turning around to its low back, ass and pussy were one single slit, one single kitty, with fine lips, a small and lost clitoris between the major lips, perfectly depilated, which made sucking it one of the softest and most beautiful shells I had the pleasure of sucking.
I'm sucking you like this and you're going to make me come
He said to me.
This is what I want
I answered.
No, I want to come with your cock inside my pussy
She replied. And so it went, she lay on her back, lifting her thighs and placing them over my shoulders as I penetrated her, finding a vagina that was quite tight but easy to enter due to its moisture. I began to pump her slowly, then increasing the rhythm gradually, while stimulating her clitoris with one of my hands without mercy. After some time, she grasped her breasts, squeezing her nipples roughly, closed her eyes tightly and had a great orgasm amidst moans, small spasms, and a couple of tears that were running down the outer corners of her eyes. When I removed my member from her interior, the last contractions of her vagina caused a string of her cum to flow towards her anus (I say it was hers because I hadn't ejaculated) then, faithful to my habit, I dove between her thighs to take her all while continuing to suck her lips, clitoris and tongue down to her anus, which palpitated with each lick. No words were needed to know what to do; she placed her thighs over my shoulders again, lifted her hips, put a pillow under her, and was just about to rest the head of the cock at the entrance of her anus so it could enter completely without any problem. Same modality, slow-to-fast pumping and stimulating her clitoris, then she squeezed her breasts and nipples again, culminating in another phenomenal orgasm.
Now is your turn
She said. Me made sit on the edge of the bed, stepping on the floor, she knelt down mounting me from in front and introduced my penis into her narrow vagina, grabbed my neck tightly and started moving her hips back and forth at a rhythm I couldn't keep up with for much longer and ended up filling her interior with an enormous amount of cum. A couple of minutes with more passionate caresses and kisses than before were the perfect ending to a teenage fantasy made real, then without stopping sitting down she made me run out of bed so my semen wouldn't fall on the duvet, she got off, knelt down and started sucking my penis clean while everything that came out of her vagina poured onto the floor in small drops. As always happens to me, there had to be a weird moment, I continued sitting on the edge of the bed, still, when she opened the door to go to the bathroom, the bigger dog sniffed the semen stain on the floor, gave it a few licks and came straight to my cock, gave it two tongue lashes on the head and just as she entered, she saw her doing this and I thought she'd get angry but she laughed and only said
They also want to get cum from a guy, they've never gotten it, they're kind of lame because they call each other pussy among themselves... haha
Our encounters lasted as long as it took to do the spreadsheets, then I gradually and discreetly distanced myself because it became quite toxic, Jhoanna had mortal jealousy of me because when she told her about our encounter, this one said she'd like to try my cock and take a cumshot because it would surely be rich. The story is somewhat extensive but I wanted it to be as faithful as possible since it's real. I hope for your comments and points. Until next time.
YAPA:
His Tits......and its use the word: pussy, REALS!!!
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