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The automatic doors of the head office have opened. Immediately, like a blast furnace, the heat struck, breathtaking me. England had the strangest summer in years. It was either monsoon rains or temperatures so incredibly high that no one wanted to venture outside for more than a few minutes. Everyone hated the rain, but having to work in the heat exceeding thirty degrees certainly couldn’t be called a picnic.

“Jesus, it is so hot,” I murmured as I walked to the parking lot. James Kirkland, my boss and branch manager, was still inside the building to say goodbye to the company’s directors. He knew I would be waiting for him at the car.

We had been unexpectedly summoned to head office to explain the discrepancies in the accounts. Normally, this would have waited for the monthly visit, but apparently the magnitude of this error had the potential to cost millions. So we had run to London immediately.

After spending the best part of a day meticulously picking up through masses of paperwork and computer files, the “error” had been found. Fortunately, it was traced to one of the accountants at head office. As I had been on the rack for the last few hours, I was hoping that the bastard was heading for a bad weekend.

So to speak, James and I could go home with a well-deserved sense of relief. Sounds good, but driving from London to Manchester on a Friday night meant at least five hours of travel, assuming there wasn’t too much traffic. There was one consolation: being intrinsically rich, James had replaced a company car with a high-end Audi A8. Huge, luxurious, and equipped with all the tricks and gadgets imaginable, I couldn’t wait to sink into the gorgeous, soft leather seats and leave the climate control waft fresh air on me.

After walking up to the elegant black car, I felt beads of sweat pouring down my neck towards my cleavage and, while I was waiting, I dreamed. I fantasized about stripping naked and enjoying the tropical heat for a while, imagining the overheated rays were touching me a lot of foreign hands, determined to bring me to a boil. A sudden breeze pulled to the hem of my summer dress, lifting it and exposing my buttocks. I looked around to see if my accidental flash had caught all the attention. Of course, he had. I was rewarded with smiling smiles and thumbs up from a passing builder’s van. Although I deleted a laugh, I couldn’t ignore the flirty run ingreparating rush through me and I automatically waved back to the builders.

I said, “Andrea.”

At the sound of my name, I turned around and saw James approaching. He frowned, shook his head and tutted as he approached the elegant automobile.

Recently aged thirty – almost six years younger than me – he had had a meteoric rise within the company. He was the youngest branch manager ever and everyone knew he was destined for bigger things. I had worked under his position for two years, but I was no closer to understanding James Kirkland than when I inherited him as a boss.

After being promoted to our regional office, he showed up fleetingly, briefly explained how he enjoyed working and told me in no uncertain terms what he expected of me; and that was it. No small conversation, no personal interest to me or my situation, and certainly nothing about himself that could help me better understand it; help me to be a more effective assistant. In fact, for everything he knew or cared about, I could have been a robot.

If I had learned anything about him during these two years, it is the undeniable fact that he is a nerd! Not a dirty geek nerd. Oh no, quite the opposite. James is pretty handsome and some of the single girls in the office find him irresistible, but he’s not really my type. That said, he’s a good boss to work for and he’s never, ever made a pass or tried to take advantage of me. Not once.

Even at Christmas parties, when things can get out of hand after a few drinks, James always treats me with the utmost respect. He never tries to seduce me, or even to face a feeling of sly when dancing, and if I didn’t know what kind of person he is, I would have started to have doubts about myself. Let’s be honest, every woman likes to know that she is desirable, and her apparent total lack of interest in me did not make my self-esteem, favors.

As James approached the car, I heard the doors unlock and saw the windows slide down automatically. He winked. “You just have to let the hot air out before you enter,” he said.

Seconds later, I went down into the soft leather seats, aware that my dress had mounted my thighs, displaying a large amount of tanned flesh. There was nothing I could do about it and, anyway, given who I was traveling with, I had no reason to worry. At least, that’s what I assumed until James got in the car and I detected a slight bulge in his pants.

I looked into his face and was amazed to see him look at me intently. Seeing me peek in his direction, James smiles.

“Sure it’s hot, isn’t it, Andrea? You’re lucky to be able to wear a nice fine dress in this heat and not have to wear a suit like me,” he said, showing no signs of embarrassing embarrassment. “And, let’s be honest, you certainly have the figure for that.”

I managed to keep my expression neutral, but I couldn’t believe what I had heard. Shocked, I mumbled an answer, fortunately without tripping over my added tongue, while my brain struggled to understand all the confusing signals it was receiving. He smiled at me again and started the engine. I don’t know what to do with the situation, I just turned my head and looked out the window. As we crossed the city, we passed familiar sights, but I barely noticed them.

We were soon on the highway and the atmosphere in the car, as the low growl of the engine, gradually changed as James floor. Not one to chat during the walk over, he was as quiet as a monk, focusing on busy traffic. He hardly seemed to notice when I kicked my heels and put my bare feet on the dashboard.┬áListening to the dance/trance music on the sound system relaxed me, and after adjusting the seat in a more inclined position, my sense of well-being increased. Climate control did a great job and it wasn’t long before my eyelids became heavier and heavier. (I fell asleep…)

Suddenly, my eyes opened. Without stirring, I tried to gather my spirits. My head was leaning towards the door window, and I could still see the highway, but it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. Although it seemed that nothing had changed, somehow things felt different.

I wondered how James was doing and, hoping he hadn’t noticed i was awake, I sneakily looked out of the corner of my eye. Instantly, I saw that he seemed excited. It took me a few seconds to realize what had happened.

Apparently, in my sleep, I had not been as relaxed as I had imagined. In fact, it seemed like I had been restless, squirming around until my dress was high up to my thighs. Raised so far, in fact, that my delicate underwear was on the show. Instinctively, I wanted to cover myself, but, because I was feigning sleep, I couldn’t do it easily, or more importantly, without James discovering that I was awake.

Not only that, the sexual rush that I had experienced earlier when I flashed the builders, was repeating itself. Yes, to my surprise, I was excited, excited, the adrenaline flowing through my veins. Knowing that James could see my panties, excited me enormously. So I kept it again … and secretly looked at my boss.

I wear sexy and feminine underwear, preferably from Victoria’s Secret, because it makes me feel chic and desirable. Today’s choice was a high-hipped affair, pure in design with a delicately intertwined pattern that revealed as much as it wrapped. It was one of my favorites and I smiled inwardly because I knew that my carefully pruned dark bush could be seen. Accidentally showing me up like that, definitely turned me on, and I was getting wet.

I assumed that James’s voyeuristic tendencies were harmless and that he was just taking advantage of his good fortune at the unusual turn of events. Until now, everything could easily be explained as an unfortunate and completely innocent dress malfunction. I could pretend to wake up, cover myself by chance, and the whole situation would never be mentioned. But that wasn’t what I wanted. I knew thate if I kept thinking salaus thoughts, a wet patch would soon develop, and the thought of witness James who sent a ripple of pleasure running into my spine. This thought was given more encouragement when I watched him lick his lips as he looked at my knees.

Now the heat in my belly grew, my clitoris was beating, and I had a painful desire to push my fingers between my legs. Uh-huh, that was really out of the question!

I was wondering if James could feel how excited I was. Considering how wet my was getting, the possibility was high, but not defined. I wanted to make sure of that. I closed my eyes and wriggled deeper into the soft leather, causing my panties to pull tightly on my sex. Now he must be able to see the outline of my pussy: it was a perfect camel toe. And my dress had risen a little more. Perfect!

James’s first glance was superficial, barely noticeable, but a few seconds later I became aware of his gaze lingering on me. It was as if he was physically fondling my clitoris, igniting it and exciting it more and more.

Still pretending to sleep, I twisted into the seat and let my right leg slide on the dashboard. The final touch. With my legs spread out, my dress was stretched, showing everything I had to offer. From my dark pubic mound to the spot where my panties disappeared deliciously in the slit between my buttocks, everything was on the carefree display for James. I was so excited, I was sure he could see my lips protruding between my lAbia. I’m dying to see his reaction.

I focused on opening my eyes without giving the game; not easy in my excited state. But I succeeded – and it was definitely worth it. James looked directly at my groin and my explicit display had the desired effect on him. The slight bulge I had seen earlier had developed into a huge tent post, and I wondered fleetingly about how it was endowed.

These abstract thoughts evolved into real desire, and I made a decision. If the revealing sign in his pants was something to pass, Mr. James Kirkland had a whole package and I wanted to see it. The thought caused my clit/me to beat constantly and my was flowing. The truth: my excitement was overwhelming and I needed something Hard And Long to suppress desire. Do you have anything, James?

The easiest solution would be to wake up from my seeming sleep, bend and rub her bulge. (Simple.) But I didn’t know how he’d react. I wondered how I could turn this situation to my full advantage. I didn’t want James to know that I was spying on him pretending to sleep, because he could have felt stupid and ashamed. Or, even worse, get angry and upset. It would certainly have made things uncomfortable, and, by the way, I was having too much fun to have that end right now. So, ignoring the growing urge to finger me, I stood still.

James did not show the same restraint.

While I was still conceding some sort of plan, he reached down and gave his cock a pressure. When I say a pressing, I’m not talking about a light, a reorganization of touch. No, it was a real good old tug, designed to relieve tension. My was hurting my eyesight and, determined to relieve my own frustrations, I acted on impulse. Always pretending to sleep, I let a hand rest on my loose chest and slipped my fingers over my protruding nipples. In hindsight, I should have left them alone. They were particularly sensitive and the slightest contact caused my stomach muscles to cramp tightly and I almost gave myself.

I stopped stroking the hard buds and tried to get some semblance of control over my brain. But my body ignored the orders; I was too excited by the visual stimulus next to me. My boss had his right hand on his lap and was constantly kneading and pulling on the big bulge and, for a moment, I thought he was going to masturbate. That would have put the cat among the pigeons.

Looking at him secretly, I breathed a lot, as if in a deep sleep, my dress barely managing to contain my heaving breasts. Between my legs, my panties turned from expensive lingerie into a soggy rag. Again, I moved my hand “in my sleep,” but James was so busy – keeping one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his manhood, and his gaze flashing between me and the road – that he didn’t seem to notice my light movements.

I started surreptitiously undoing the buttons that held my dress together. Playing safely, I only wanted a space wide enough for my fingers to slide inside, but it took longer than I imagined. Eventually, the necessary buttons were undone, and I slipped my hand under the soft and thin fabric. I carefully stroked the swell of my chest, taking care to move only when James was looking at the road.

The feeling of my trembling fingers on the ultra-sensitive skin was electrifying. I touched a nipple with the tip of my finger, feeling every little bump i slowly made circles around the rigid bud. With every little caress, my reacted and I wondered how long I could keep this pretext.

I was so excited, only a good fuck would give me the relief I desperately needed. But how was I going to organize this?

While I was dreaming of long thick, and what I wanted to do with them, I noticed James looking between my legs. Perplexed by this extra attention, it took me a while to figure out what was going on. Talking about catching twenty-two. Because I was enjoying my “accidental” exhibitionism fight, I secreted it copiously, and my light pink panties became darker as they absorbed my juice. James saw this and clearly found it exciting. In turn, watching his excitement lit me up, which caused more secretions, than James saw and … you get the picture.

My God, I will enjoy, I suddenly realized, but somehow suppressed a cry that I tended to regain control of myself. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one in need of help. James, who obviously wanted an immediate solution, took a more direct approach.

Through the hooded eyes, I saw him undo his belt and zipper and reach the inside for his manhood. Biting my lip and holding my breath to stifle a moan, I watched in total frustration as James spilled his cock and began to masturbate rhythmically.

I was impressed by his size and looked in awe that his hand was moving steadily up and down the solid and fleshy tree. With each downward movement, his foreskin recoiled, exposing his glittering helmet. When the scent of pre-cum floated up to my nostrils, all I could think of was, lean forward and suck it.

With James completely unaware that he was giving me a show that I would never forget, I decided that before the day was done, I would have it. I had to have it. Of course, we would have to wait for the moment, but I was determined that it would happen. For now, I could enjoy his show while fantasizing about having his big cock in me. My God, what would that do? With my fingers stimulating my nipple and my imagination running wild, I wondered how long I could maintain the masquerade.

His hand started to move much faster and that’s when I realized that my pretence had been totally convincing. Obviously, James assumed that I was far away in never, never land and he was taking full advantage of the situation. The hand wrapped tightly around his rigid tree, was a blur. Suddenly he stopped. His jaw clenched, his grip tightened around his limb and he turned his knees a few times.

Oh my god! I looked in disbelief and fascination that cum creamy white spilled from the tip of his cock. Although James controlled the flow, his ejaculation was powerful and abundant. My body reacted naturally to the sight of its release, tense muscles and shivers flowing down my spine. Fortunately, James was so engrossed in his climax, he didn’t notice me trembling through a mini orgasm. Invoking all my will, I managed not to betray myself.

Next to me, James’s breathing was returning to normal as he regained control of himself, even though his sometimes jerked off. His cum dribbles his dick and on his fingers. What a waste I thought as he stuffed his withered erection back into his boxers, and wiped his own fist inside his pants. But there was nothing I could do; Not this time.

Through it all, I had kept my semblance of sleeping despite my body screaming for liberation. With the lighter evening traffic, I lacked time and opportunity. Then, while he was still trying to make himself decent, I gotnti the car radically change lanes: James was shooting at a gas station. It was my chance. I could end my charade.

“Wh… what’s going on on James? I asked in a dreamy and sleepy voice. I would never win an Oscar, but my number distracted him enough. I sat, spine straight, incourly swept my skirt over my thighs, making me decent and erasing any potentially embarrassing situation in that moment. Bravo!

“Err. Nothing… nothing Andrea, he stammered. “I just need to go to the little boy’s room, that’s all,” he added.

Acting as if nothing unusual had taken place, I smiled kindly and saw him relax. Not having to fend off the embarrassing questions from me, he assumed his clumsy normal self. “Do you need to go or do you want to stay in the car?”

With my thoughts centered on my pent-up sexual tension and the need to release it, I shook my head. Go ahead, give me a moment. My ninth clit/was thrilling in anticipation as I told him, “Hmm, no thanks, James, I’m fine. I’ll just wait here if it’s okay with you? I drowsy outstretched my arms and pretended to yawn. He nodded dryly and walked away. I looked until he was out of sight, quite admiring his cool behavior. Fortunately, he had parked some distance from the gas station.

At last alone.

Moaning loudly, no time to waste, I frantically hiked my dress around my hips and spread my legs. Quickly, I put a hand inside my soaked panties, fingers in urgent search of my swollen lips. I started rubbing myself.

I shuddered violently as my wet folds accepted my intrusion and I pressed the ball from my hard thumb against my clitoris. My body reacted explosively, thousands of small electrical sensations pulsating and overloading my brain. It was so intense that I had to bite my lower lip to keep quiet. I followed a finger the entire length of my split, from my smooth opening to my back door, then again.

Applying pressure to my swollen lips, I felt them separate, but the wet fabric of my panties stretched well above my pubis, not allowing full penetration. The cry I emitted was a mixture of pleasure and frustration. I had never felt so excited as this, and, as I eagerly pulled the soggy gusset aside, I plunged my fingers deep inside, my damp folds accepting the glorious intrusion. The heat between my legs was intense and I wanted to scream. It was only by clenching my jaws that I prevented my sinful behaviour from being heard in the distance!

To be honest, my body had no chance. Seconds after my fingers plunged into my honeypot, he gave way to the tsunami that was coming. I trembled red and convulsed, waves of intense fun racking my entire frame as my flooded. Sweet cum continued to escape between my fingers, dripping over my sensitive skin, while I lay there, recovering.

How long I stayed like this, I have no idea. In the mists of my late climax, I had lost track of time, but a voice in my head told me that I had to meet before James returned. Reluctantly, I removed my fingers, sucked them clean, and readjusted my clothes, trying to get some semblance of decency. Checking my appearance in the vanity mirror, a broad smile smiled back at me.

As my mind replayed recent events, I became aware of my appearance. “Oh my God, look at me,” I murmured with disdain, trying to tidy my hair with damp fingers. I looked around my purse and saw it in the back seat. damn! Out of reach. I got out of the car and opened the back door. Leaning forward to retrieve my bag, I almost tipped over so I placed a knee on the seat to balance myself. When I opened the bag, I looked for my hairbrush.

Strong hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me backwards. A hardness pressed between my buttocks and before I could even utter a surprised word, James spoke. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I was looking at you and I liked what I saw.”

How much did he see? Judging by the bulge of my, a lot! James ran his hands over my thighs, pushing his groin against my derriere again. This time, there was no mistaking on his erection. His hands slipped up my thighs, this time under my dress, and he grabbed my butt.

“Oooh, that’s good!” I cooed like his thumbs pressed into my butt. I could feel the goosebumps growing, but I didn’t move. James was crushing my groin harder in my, obviously oblivious to where we were and if we were being watched. He continually spread and freed the cheeks from my buttocks while trying to force his erection through the soft fabric protecting my back entrance.

Although the feeling was amazing, I knew I had to stop it. I sighed heavily… I couldn’t help it. This sudden physical stimulation, so soon after my orgasm, lit me up and I let myself surf the wave of illicit sensations. I’ll be honest, if James had wanted to take me quickly, I don’t think I would have had the will or desire to stop him.

As it was, the feeling of an inch trying to penetrate my anus brought me back to reality: anyone passing by could see what was going on. Enough was enough. I really didn’t want to be jailed for indecent public behavior, especially with someone other than my husband.

I tried to think wisely, but it was difficult; his hands were definitely getting the best out of me. Then I remembered that the side windows of this luxury car were heavily tinted. I smiled triumphantly and looked over my shoulder at James. With his eyes closed, he was probably enjoying his own secret fantasy. I didn’t want it to stop, but common sense dictated that we find a more private place.

“Follow me, James,” I ordered, sweeping my purse across the car floor and crawling along the back seat until my head touched the opposite door.

As I supported myself on my elbows, I rested my head on the soft leather seat and looked back. Because my dress was not properly fastened, I could see my barely dressed breasts hanging free, and beyond that, James getting in the car. The reassuring click told me that the door was closed and that I could go to his carnal fantasies.

By accepting his advances, I had obviously strengthened his confidence and his passion ignited. Hands slipped on my lower back, lifting my dress in the process of exposing my buttocks. He stroked them while I felt him crouching behind me. The warm breath floated between my thighs; a hint of what to expect. And, wanting him as much as he did, I arched my back and spread my knees as wide as the seat allowed.

James softens his hands under my panties and slowly, oh so deliciously slowly, started kneading my butt. His thumbs pulled large semicircles, gently stroking me and teasing me as they approached my saturated sex. One of them stroked my anus and I moaned softly. That encouraged him. By keeping it there, his other thumb gently brushed along my lips. His technique was exquisite and I wanted more, so I pushed back, hoping that the pressure would lead to penetration.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough lubrication in my anus, but James solved this dilemma by pulling my panties aside, separating my cheeks and spitting. I felt the hot saliva dribble my crack before his mouth massaged the liquid into my starfish. Poking his tongue inside elicited a loud moan of me and I shivered. As he performed analingus, the fingers moved towards my dripping vagina. Pulling my gusset completely aside, he fingered me.

Just as I was living there, her tongue left my back passage and moved to my hot and steaming. He separated from my silky lips and his tongue disappeared in me. I moaned loudly as he feasted on my hot humidity and, wanting more, I reached back and pulled my panties down my thighs.

“James,” I begged me, pulling my buttocks apart, “please make me the sperm.”

Although I really wanted to fuck, his mouth was a reasonable substitute. His attention moved between my holes, each alternating with his tongue while the strong fingers filled the other. As his tongue was growing in front of my sphincter, I reached out for his head, trying to keep it in place, but I wasn’t strong enough. His mouth went back to my, but this time it probed deeper, separating wet folds sopping and tasting my essence. I contracted my muscles around him, in an effort to keep him in there, while I rubbed my clitipeux.

I couldn’t last long. Amid the noisy moans and moans, I had autre orgasm. It was more intense, and the strong fingers that invaded my holes left me panting wildly, my heart beating. My whole body seemed to shiver and convulse uncontrollably until I finally returned to earth. Feeling happy, I turned around and sat with my bare butt on the cool soft leather.

James knelt before me and not only was the bulge in his pants huge, but the smile on his face, covered with my juices, was just as wide.

“It’s my turn, James. I want to taste your dick. He nodded and stretched out his belt. “Will I taste your cum, or have you cleaned?” I looked at him mischievously and he looked at me, a shocked expression replacing his smile.

“Did you … “I nodded, cutting off his question, and licking my lips in anticipation.” Yes, James I saw you jerk ingoning you earlier and I looked at you cum. I hope you have a lot more where that comes from.

“I had no idea what was happening to me,” he said. He was blushing. “But when I saw you lying there like that, I couldn’t help it.” He squinted my eyebrows. “You’re not angry?”

I shook my head. I didn’t think it was time to tell him that I would deliberately let myself be looked at. He could ruin the moment. “Of course not, idiot,” I said with a smile. “It was extremely erotic and it excited me a lot.” Wasn’t that the truth?

“I needed to get out of the car anyway so I could reorganize properly,” he says. “I thought I’d get away with it. I was calm and collected when I came back, but everything changed when I saw you fingering. He smiles impishly.

“So you secretly watched me masturbate?” I said in shocked tones, accusing.

He nodded it. “You were so engrossed in what you were dong, you didn’t see me standing there, did you?”

I smiled and shook my head. “Seems like we were both excited, wasn’t it James? Now get your dick out, I want to taste you.

For the second time that afternoon, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped and pulled down his pants mid-thigh. I could see the outline of his erection in his boxers — he was really well endowed – but, as I reached for his underwear, he pushed my hands away. Slowly, teasingly, James softened his boxers on his thighs – and released the beast. He popped forward to greet me, and as he mingled forward on the seat, I watched with increasing anticipation as the huge erection bounced and wandered around.

Masterfully, James grabbed both his cock and my head and guided them towards each other. I felt the juice dripping from my hole as it slid back its foreskin to expose the swollen dome.

“Open your slutty mouth, Andrea,” he said. “I’ve been dying to do this for a long time.”

With obediently, I did as ordered and felt its hard rock limb slip between my lips. I licked the underside of his rim before running my tongue over his helmet, and I tasted the residue of his climax earlier. The flavor intoxicated me and I pushed the tip of my tongue into his little hole of piss. He’s juddered.

However, James was determined to dominate me, and by clinging to my head, he pushed his hips forward. His helmet brushed along my tongue and into my throat, stopping only when his pubic hair tickled my nose. I grabbed her, hit against my chin, and gave them significant pressure. They felt good and heavy, probably full again. Good.

It had been a while since I had deep throat of a cock as big as this one and it felt fantastic. Still holding my head, he drew his hips backwards and his cock slipped out of my mouth with an obscene ‘plop’. I looked up and smiled.

“You love her, don’t you Andrea?”

I nodded enthusiastically and opened my mouth impatiently. James forced me and I grabbed his and pulled him towards me. His delicious meat disappeared again in my throat, and James, needing no further clues, began to pump his cock for good.

Sitting there, getting fucked face, I felt my juice seeping on the soft leather under my ass. I was so excited, I reached between my legs and started rubbing my split. James looked down and looked as I stretched my knees, exposing me to him before slipping two fingers into my sopping cunt. He deserved all this, looking at my finger myself while I sucked his glorious cock.

Within minutes, it happened to me: I needed to feel his monster between my legs.

I held his tree and, showering him with kisses and licks, told James what I needed. I could not say whether he agreed, but, by the way, he was still kneeling on me, his nagging mightily, in front of my tight lips, I guessed he wanted something else. I kissed the greasy tip and promised that would come later. He nodded the diset and mingled back.

Quickly removing my panties, I pivoted on the seat and leaned against the door. Taking the tail, James grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him, lifting my against his knees. With my calves resting on his shoulders, I waited impatiently for his cock pressed against my thighs.

James pushed his pants up to his knees and I hit him for his cock and guided him to my puffy pussy lips. I tried to pull him inside, but being the control bastard he was, he resisted. His helmet was enticingly pressed against my dripping hold while his eyes looked at me, waiting for me to plead.

“Oh my God, stop fucking about James,” I cried. “Stick it in me, I can’t wait any longer.” Okay, no vergoypi, but I didn’t care.

James laughed triumphantly. Grabbing his cock in one hand, he pressed forward. At first nothing happened, but slowly my gave way and it came into me. I closed my eyes: I felt like someone was trying to break a telephone pole on me, it was so huge. It made me wild. With my head resting against the door window, my hands resting slightly on her thighs, I enjoyed the wonderful sensations that pop up in my body.

James’ thick tree advanced, completely filling my silk tunnel. When her groin pressed the back of my thighs, I lifted my to adjust the angle of attack. Now he could fuck me, mercilessly.

James put one foot on the ground to stabilize and smiled. Now we’re ready. I squeezed my cunt and felt it beat in response. Although my was tense as it had not been for a long time, I was so well lubricated that the monster easily slipped in and out and, within seconds, it was sinking it deep into me. James tried to push my legs towards my chest, but the roof of the car went forward. I bent my knees to help and James finished his movement.

Now I was lying, more than sitting, and in that prone position, James had better access to my sex. It pushed and, for a while, I wasn’t sure my cunt was big enough because there seemed to be no end to the amount of cock filling me up. But, just when I thought I couldn’t take more, her banged firmly against my buttocks. He stopped – then began his piston-like movements, slowly at first.

Every movement in and out caused small waves of fun to wash on me and its pumping soon increased, becoming more and more powerful, pounding me into the seat. I started to tighten my muscles over time with his thrusts, something that became almost painful because of his size, but that didn’t deter me. It was a trick when he heard him growl loudly when his balls hit my ass.

My lips curled up in the corners while he fucked me and moaned sweetly as he deftly led me to another climax. I was really getting down on his masterful display and, licking my lips, I sat back and waited for the inevitable.

However James had other plans.

Without a word, he pulled his hips back until his gorgeous virility slipped unceremoniously from my jerks. The feeling of despair and emptiness almost overwhelmed me. I was about to protest when, still holding my legs against my chest, I gasped with surprise. James sewd his head and spat between my legs.

“Show me your ass, Andrea, I’ll fuck him.”

I reached out and spread my cheeks, showing him what he wanted. He grabbed his dick and, using the spit and my own smooth juices, rubbed them with his helmet engorged into my asshole. Satisfied with the result, he pushed his cock against my restraint sphincter. I knew I had to relax or it would really hurt.

I urged him to take it slowly, and inch by inch, my ass greeted his cock. It hurts. I won’t lie, it would really hurt; it hurts like… Well, like buggery. Yet, lying there with my eyes closed, I knew deep down that this was what I wantedAis. Eventually, his balls rested against my buttocks and, despite the burn, I felt immensely proud to take such a monster in my ass.

James did not move for a moment. I’m sure he understood what I was going through and he gave me time to get used to his size, this huge intrusion. When I nodded to the one, it slowly began to withdraw. He shot at least halfway, stopped for a second, before plunging his thick tree inside. A long whistle between my teeth and my lips.

“Jesus Lover, you are so great, have I panting, grimacing.” I’ve never had such a big one up there before. So, calm down, will you?

He smiled proudly and nodded it. He moved again and I moaned softly. This time he extracted almost all his length, before plunging forward, filling me completely. As I whined, James began plowing my furrow. His thrust was soft and tender, but became wilder as his excitement grew. Fortunately, it was matched by my own passion, and as the fire discomfort evolved into a delicious burn, James’ movements accelerated. It wasn’t long before he hammered my with a flawless abandon, encouraged by me.

I couldn’t help it, really not.

I have this illicit so much, I found myself shouting all kinds of obscenities at my boss. I wanted him to fuck me hard; wanted him to fill me with cum; wanted him to treat me like a cheap skank and cum on me. Brazenly, I urged him to do all the unpleasant conceivable things I could think of and, through it all, James maintained his fabulous assault. I noticed his movements getting wilder and more erratic and guessed that he was approaching orgasm. Determined to feel him spraying my bowels with cum, I put my legs on his back.

Wanting to cum simultaneously, I rubbed my clitoris swollen, hard and fast. I had been on the edge for a while and my fingers provided the final thrust. My orgasm crossed me like a tornado sweeping through Kansas. Muscles spasm everywhere and my body bounced and poured wide. All my senses seemed to overload and my brain almost closed; I had so many problems with all the wild emotions that go through my body.

It was the day after my orgasm that I felt James’ hot white sperm scalding my bowels. His hips swelled, and I quickly clung to his buttocks, pulled him towards me and I didn’t let go.

Afterwards, we lay down together, our bodies slowly recovering while undergoing small aftershocks. His trembled deeply in me, and I smiled, enjoying the sensation. He began to retract his penis, and cum, is no longer held by his thick tree, dribbling down my crack.

“Mmm, not james yet,” I said softly. “Stay there, let me enjoy your dick a little longer.” Hot seeds continued to dribble towards my lower back and I tightened my abdominal muscles, feeling his cock still thick and hard in me.

“You’re fucking amazing, ” James gasped. “Want a little more?” I smiled softly, raised my eyebrows in a challenge and pressed him again for good measure. “God, you’re a good bitch,” he exclaimed, grabbing my hips and sticking his cock inside me.

This time he rolled me hard. He was neither kind nor kind, he was determined to make me pay. He hammered me with his huge tool, his cum serving as lubrication as his helmet pushed deep, stretching my back passage to the limit. I played with my clit/h, matching the ferocity with which James fucks me. Despite the harsh rawness, I loved it.

It was sex at its best. Hard and fast. No emotions, no tenderness, just two wild animals rutting, the intention of one thing: achieve the ultimate physical stimulation.

Every nerve ending was on fire while James fucked me hard, my nails gouging behind his back. I was no longer his office assistant, I was his slut, his anal slut, and I kept trying to give me what I wanted, verbally abusing him with obscene swear words, which belonged to the street, not to the meeting room.

Like a possessed man, James ripped my dress before stroking my bra. A breast came out free, and that was enough. The feverish hot lips enclose my nipple and the teeth bite on the hard bud. Feelings, reinforced by sexual tension, pulled from my chest to my kidneys, adding to the flames of desire. My ass muscles contracted tightly around his cock as it ravaged my chest and I felt myself approaching the abyss once again. I closed my eyes.

By denying me the sense of sight, my hearing became acute. I heard the crackle of soft leather over our heavy breath, the erotic sounds of his thudding cock in me, forming a symphony of lust with his mouth feasting on my chest. I even heard her screams choked with pain, caused by my sharp nails digging into her skin. And, of course, I heard my own carefree cries, rhythmic moans mixed with wild moans and interspersed with gasps or yelping of “Fuck” and “Shit.” Above all, I have heard our overwhelming desire for liberation.I looked up at James and could see that he was behaving himself beyond normal limits, clearly wanting – no, needing to – to satisfy me, and I felt truly blessed. I closed my eyes again and got into the whirlwind.

I had never experienced multiple orgasms before and was surprised that this one was more powerful than the others. My body shuddered wildly like violent convulsions torn through me. My arms were flying, my hands turned into claws, while I tried to grasp anything that might help me take control. My breathing was hard workand and my legs were locked behind James’ back. The hot semen flooded my cunt and flowed between our heaving bodies, mixing with previous releases, while my sphincter captured James’ manhood so closely that he had trouble moving. I felt him shiver and heard him moan, but couldn’t feel the liquid heat I desired. I guessed her were already emptied, but I didn’t mind. There would be other times. That’s for sure.

Despite being well and really past, I didn’t want it to end. But we couldn’t stay there. I writhed in the seat and James came out of me. His cock slipped off my ass, but instead of being thick and hard, he showed signs of battle. I sat down and I reached for it. The skin was soft and smooth, so a little sticky, and the hardness that had brought me so much pleasure was just a memory. I leaned forward and planted a little kiss of appreciation on the spongy head.

The rest of the journey ended in relative silence. We exchanged casual glances and smiles. I guess, like me, James was thinking about what had happened.

Under the company’s new rules, enforced to ensure that head office could never again accuse us of making a potentially costly mistake, I have to work late at least once a week. And the trip on the monthly trip to London always seems to take a lot longer…

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Author’s note

For any reader who thought, “This story seems very familiar,” you’re right. The original, my first attempt to write a story for Lush, was posted in January 2013. I was pleased that my first story of “English language” was accepted. But, reading “Homeward Bound” again recently, I was shocked. I can only think that the moderators of the day were generous and showed enormous leniency towards a first timer. If I submitted that now it would rightly be returned with links on how to check editing, punctuation, etc, etc. That said, the scenario was, on the whole, a good one. So, mainly because of my vanity, I rewrote it, looking for improvement. In the nearly four years since that first effort, I am very proud of the stories I am writing now. I believe my writing has improved over the past three years, especially over the past few months, due to a special friend here on Lush. Through encouragement, cajoling and persuasion, he helped me become a better storyteller. Many of you know it as “JWren” and he deserves a huge “thank you” from me.

Again, apologies if a reader felt “cheated” on reading this Homeward Bound review, but that was not my intention. Like most writers, I want my stories to be the best they can be and I was trying to do justice to the early effort. Thank you.

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Homeward Bound