Giving to the young son of the boss
Hey there. I'm Sanamik. Just got back home. Can't wait to share my impressions with someone.
Since my husband spends all weekend at his construction site, I decided to have a little fun, as is customary for all wayward wives. I called my mom and asked her to babysit our daughter, and then, putting on a short little dress, I headed to my boss, Vadim Nikolaevich. I've been working as a lawyer for him since 2005 (I started right after college). He started fucking me practically from my first month on the job and has been doing it periodically ever since. Before that, I worked as a secretary in three different organizations, and there I clearly understood that if the boss is a man, you have to
give it to him, and work will be easier, and there will be fewer demands. Since fucking me at work isn't possible, we usually hook up in his car after work or in saunas, then he drops me off near my house, and I go home like a faithful wife. But today he was waiting for me at his home because his wife and son went to his mother-in-law's. I ring the doorbell and... Wow, his son Maxim opens the door. — Hello, who are you here for? I'm in shock—his son is home, which means his wife is too, what do I do. — I'm here for Vadim Nikolaevich, is he home?— No, I'm the only one home, he hasn't returned from the market yet, come in, would you like some tea.
I stood up, walked away from the table, and approached Maxim closely, lifting the hem of my dress up and gathering it at my waist. The teenager's eyes were met by my deeply tanned thighs and snow-white panties. But then the guy froze; he stood still in front of me, staring at my crotch. A silent pause ensued. To avoid feeling awkward and not traumatize the teenager, I had to take the initiative into my own hands.
— Maxim, how do you like my new outfit? And it wasn't expensive at all, maybe because it's a knockoff? Please check if the seam on the strap that goes into the crotch hasn't come undone. With these words, I placed my hands on the guy's shoulders and pressed slightly. Maxim awkwardly crouched down and timidly placed his hands on my thighs. At that moment, with one hand, I moved the thong aside, lying in the process — And yesterday I got myself this intimate hairstyle. How do you like it? (although in reality, I'm always completely shaved) and with my other hand, I pressed slightly on the boy's head. My methodical approach yielded results. Maxim pressed against my pussy and soon, without any shyness, was tickling it with his tongue and groping my ass with his hands like he owned it.
Arching like a cat, I pulled off my thong, which silently fell to the floor, and put one foot up on a chair to provide easier access to my girl. I confess to you — my dear readers, it's been a long time since I've felt such excitement. And I certainly never imagined I'd practically be seducing an 18-year-old boy.
After that, everything was easier. Maxim diligently licked me out, and as usual in such cases, I reached for his long-smoldering youthful cock. As soon as his jeans dropped and my lips formed a tight ring around his head, I felt the pulsating shots of cum into my mouth. Yeah, the boy was overexcited. After swallowing the young seed, I went to the living room, lay down on the sofa, spread my legs, and asked him to lick me some more. For about 10 minutes, the boy lapped up the nectar of my arousal from my pussy, after which he started positioning his stiffened dick against it. I had to pause to get a condom from my purse. After that, Maxim's young piston finally plunged into me, starting to work vigorously. The guy pressed me against the bed with all his weight and rapidly hammered his end into me. I moaned sensually, more "for the furniture" than from pleasure. My pussy greeted the guest with a wet, squelching sound. Maxim accelerated faster and faster, as if driving piles into me. Soon, he tensed up and froze, filling the condom with another load of cum. — How was sex with an older woman? It was wonderful, I want to try your ass too. — No, kid, I don't let anyone in there (I lied), you better get dressed because your dad will probably be here any minute.
We got dressed, and I was finishing my tea when the boss appeared in the doorway.
— Vadim Nikolaevich, I came for the papers. I said in an official tone, thinking to myself, Yeah, this is exactly how you go to the boss's house for papers. In the end, we went down to the car supposedly for the papers. Vadim Nikolaevich took me to a sauna where, right in the changing room, he bent me over a bench. Hastily tearing into my pussy, where his son's dick had been just 15 minutes earlier, he started kissing my back, lower back, and finally my ass. So, I'm getting fucked in the ass today after all, I thought when he started massaging my anus with his finger. A little more, and instead of a finger, his purplish, veiny cock pressed against my asshole. — Aaaah, Vadim Sergeevich, just go slower, I moaned as his condom-clad dick entered my ass. — Ah, ah, ah, oh yes, more, ah, ah, I moaned as he fucked me steadily and calmly (unlike his son), holding my hips with his hands. My girl was dripping with juice that streamed down my thighs. Within 20 minutes, he came and, without even taking a shower, drove home, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I never expected that even before turning 30, I'd start letting guys younger than me fuck me, although I really liked the taste of his young cum and his lively energy. I think those ladies who have tried it will understand me. The events described in this story, like in all my other stories, are absolutely real, and that's why there are no scenes overflowing with brutal sex with 20 guys in front of my husband, but they are truthful (just as it happened). If my boss's son stumbles upon this, I ask — Maxim, please keep your mouth shut.