My Hot Boss 03

Ms. Smith grabbed me by my collars and pressed her lips against mine.

I didn't know what the fuck was happening. But, my eyes widened. She was kissing me. And, she was a good kisser.

She licked my lower lip, and sucked on it, and bit it. Then, she licked my upper lip, and slipped her tongue inside my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of her tears, and the wine in her breath.

My head was swimming.

Was this really happening? Was the hottest woman alive, the one that I hated and lusted after at the same time, really kissing me?

But, did I fucking care?

No!

I placed my hands on her big, curvy ass and pulled her closer. She did the same by placing her hands on the back of my head. I sucked her tongue and she sucked mine. Our tongues danced and swirled around each other. We moaned and gasped into each other's mouths. Both of us constantly pulled each other closer, wanting more and more.

After what felt like forever, we finally separated, and her mouth was covered in my saliva. It was dripping down her chin. She was gasping, and so was I.

"Wha-What was that for?", I asked.

She didn't reply and wiped my saliva off her chin with sultry look in her eyes. She grabbed my collars again and asked, "Do you like me, Jack?"

"Huh? What kind of question is that?"

"Tell me! Do you like me, or not?"

"I like you. I think you're sexy. But, I hate you, too. Because you're such a bitch. You make our jobs hell and-"

I didn't get to finish the sentence because she grabbed my crotch. My cock was rock hard and poking through my pants.

"Mmmm, is this for me, Jack? Do you think I'm a bitch?"

"Y-Yeah, you're a bitch. But, you're sexy, too."

"Am I, Jack?"

She was looking me dead in the eye. Her hands were slowly stroking my bulge.

"Tell me, Jack, why are you so hard? Why are you so fucking hard for a bitch like me?"

"I-I-I don't know, Ms. Smith."

"It's because you've wanted to fuck me, right?"

"Y-Yeah, but..."

"But, what, Jack?"

"You're married. You're not supposed to be doing this."

"Why? Are you a virgin, Jack?"

"No."

"Then, are you worried about being a homewrecker, Jack? Is that it?"

"Yeah."

"You don't need to, anymore. I caught my husband cheating on me with his secretary. The thing that you heard earlier was me finalizing our divorce. So, there's no one else for me to cheat on. So, I'll ask you again. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes. Yes, I do. I've always wanted to."

"Good. But, I want you to fuck me not make love to me. Do you understand? I want you to be rough, dominant.."

She gripped my cock harder and looked at me straight in the eye and continued, "I want you to fuck me like a man. You can be as rough as you want. You can hurt me. I'm a bad girl. A bad wife. A wife who's husband cheats on her. A wife who gets emotionally manipulated by her husband. A wife who is led to believe her suspicions are wrong. A wife who's heart was broken when the truth was revealed."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I was in a state of shock. I never expected her to tell me all of that. I never knew that her marriage was so fucked up.

"I'm sorry."

I tried to comfort her. But, she didn't want my sympathy.

"No, you're not. And, don't pretend you are. Just fuck me, Jack. Fuck me till you fill me with your cum. Fuck me till I can't walk anymore. Do you understand?"

I smirked.

"You don't have to ask me twice, Ms. Smith."

"Diana. Call me Diana. I'm not your boss, now."

"Well, okay, then. Diana, I'm going to fuck you so hard."

"Mmhmm! But, first, lock the door.", she said.

I walked over and locked the door.

"Good."

She walked over and grabbed my shirt and tore it open. Buttons went flying everywhere. She looked at my body and...

"Wow!", she said.

She traced the lines of my abs and my chest with her finger and purred, "Mmmm, not bad. Not bad at all. I knew you had a great body under that tight shirt. You're much bigger than I expected."

I had a wide smile on my face, and my cock was twitching in my pants.

She kissed my chest and ran her fingers over my pecs and my abs.

She slowly reached down. She kneeled on the floor and looked up at me. She was teasing me. She had a seductive smile on her face and she bit her lower lip.

"Oh, wow!"

Her hands finally reached my crotch and she rubbed the huge tent in my pants. She slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants, revealing my black boxers.

She licked her lips.

"Someone's very excited."

"How can I not be? You're fucking gorgeous."

"Awww, thank you, Jack."

She slowly pulled down my boxers and my 8-inch cock sprung free and hit her face. It was leaking pre-cum, and I had never been so hard before.

I know my cock wasn't big and exaggerated like those black guys in porn movies, but the one thing that was exaggerated was the thickness.

"Oh my god! Jack! How thick is this?"

She grabbed the base of my cock and her hands couldn't even fit around it. She was rubbing the thick veins on my cock, and running her fingers up and down the length of it.

"I can't even wrap my hands around it. Oh, wow! I can't believe it! You're so thick!"

My ego shot through the roof when I heard her. I couldn't help but smile widely at that comment. This was the same reaction from every girl I had slept with.

"Thank you, Diana."

"How thick is this monster?", she asked while trying to wrap her hands around it.

I proudly replied, "7 inches thick."

"Wow! That's the thickest cock I've ever seen."

I grinned. This was the thing I was most proud of. My cock could literally make girls lose their virginity two times. First, in the length department and second, in the thickness.

"Let's see if you can handle it."

"Are you challenging me?"

"Yes."

"I gladly accept."