My Sweet Counsine

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College hadn't started yet so my aunt, uncle and my parents agreed my cousin should come and stay with us while my Aunt Kay and Uncle Jack began to put their lives and home back together. A daunting task to say the least. Everyone felt it would be less stressful for their family if Leah lived with us during the initial phases of getting things put in order.

Leah arrived and was installed in my brother's old bedroom. My older brother Jim was married and living with his wife just a few miles away. Leah and I would share the bathroom located at the end of the hallway. Our two bedrooms were mirror images of each other and actually connected by a large pocket door.

When the downstairs area had been remodeled, my brother and I were still little and my parents thought it would be fun for us to be able to have one big room, but still be able to close the door and have two separate rooms when needed. I needed that open door when we first moved downstairs because I was afraid of being alone. Having that door open and my big brother right there made all the difference. 

My cousin and I are the same age and we actually get along quite well. I hadn't seen her in over a year. Leah was quite despondent. She really tried to be in a good mood, but the first few days were very hard for her. Thinking about all the things she had lost, being separated from her parents and friends and now having to stay with her relatives, well to say the least, she was under a lot of stress.

As the days passed, her parents assured her that things were going well. The finances were going to be fine, plans for rebuilding were in the works, but they were still trying to find a suitable apartment for the entire family to be comfortable in while the rebuilding of their home was accomplished. 

The routine gradually adjusted and became more natural as Leah integrated into our family. We adjusted, she adjusted and without even noticing, it was almost like she had always been there. We became very relaxed and natural in our new routines and the sharing of our space. Both of us were being as considerate as possible especially with bathroom use and time.

Occasionally, Leah and I would have awkward moments as we transitioned from the bathroom. After taking showers, thinking the other was gone, or still in bed, or upstairs, or whatever, you know how you mindlessly do things, one of us would make a dash to our room not quite covered and the other would be coming or going and catch a glimpse of something usually covered. A sorry would be said, or not, and on we would go.

One day, I came out of my room and couldn't help but notice Leah through her slightly ajar bedroom door. She was standing in partial profile to me in the process of dressing. All she had on were brief white panties. I froze. I couldn't move or take my eyes off of her. She was hooking her bra. Her fingers worked the clasp just beneath her naked breasts. The thumbs of each hand pressed into the base of each breast, the twisting movements of her fingers causing her breast tissue to jiggle and ripple. Each breast was crowned with a full puffy pink nipple. Her plump nipples were like perfectly formed little breasts crowning already flawless mounds of softness. I was mesmerized by the swaying movement of her breasts and nipples as she manipulated the bra.

Leah's hands slowly spun the cups of her bra around her torso and then carefully raised them into place obscuring my view. As her breasts disappeared from site, I snapped out of my trance, backed into my room and quietly closed my door. 

I immediately and noisily reopened the door and quickly stepped into the hallway. I nonchalantly looked in at my cousin who was now buttoning a blouse. The blouse tail just barely reached mid-point of her bum. Her white panties were visible and oh so provocative. Leah glanced at me, smiled turned her eyes back to her task and resumed buttoning her blouse without so much as a blush or move to hide herself from my sight. I continued on to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled out my penis to pee and noted with some astonishment that I was half hard and rapidly growing.

Fantasies about women, even cousins, are not unusual for guys. Yes, I had fantasized about Leah. Only in passing though. But what I suddenly realized, the last year had brought about some changes in Leah and apparently myself. She had always been cute I guess, but now, she was gorgeous. And my god, what great tits. I was responding to her sexually. Jesus, my cousin, what was this all about? I wasn't supposed to do this. 

I closed my eyes and clearly saw her breasts jiggling and rippling with the movement of her hands. I couldn't stop thinking about her incredible nipples. What would they feel like? I wanted to touch them. I wanted to taste them and suckle them. 

My cock was now fully erect. I pulled my shorts and underwear down around my ankles, sat on the toilet and masturbated my erect and very tense penis. I had to have release. I couldn't believe how turned on I had become. I stroked myself and quickly climaxed into a wad of toilet tissue. As I sat there recovering from my orgasm, there was a light tap on the door.

"Chris? Is everything alright?" asked my cousin's soft voice.

"Yeah. Fine. Almost done. I'll be right out," I stammered as I stood, dropped the semen filled tissue into the toilet and flushed it. My penis, now nearly flaccid, easily went back into my shorts. I washed and dried my hands, opened the door and walked past Leah. 

"You sure? It sounded like you were having trouble breathing or something."

"No, I'm fine." I said as I continued back to my room. "Jesus," I thought to myself, "I must have been really moaning or something. Be more careful. How fucking embarrassing is that?"

A few nights later, I had finished brushing my teeth and washing my face and was on my way back to my bedroom. As I was passing Leah's door, I thought I could hear her crying. It was very soft, almost inaudible. My heart clutched in my chest. I thought she was doing fine and quite happy. But obviously she was still having bouts of sadness and anxiety.

I tapped on her door. She didn't respond, but the crying stopped. I knocked again and asked, "Leah, may I come in?" There was still no response. I put my hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. It wasn't locked. I pushed the door open and looked in. Leah was curled up on her side almost in a fetal position. She looked at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen. Her cheeks were wet with the tears she had been nearly silently crying. My heart almost broke. I went and sat on the floor by her bed. 

"Leah, I had no idea. I wish I could make you feel better."

Leah sighed, reached out and put her hand on my cheek. "Chris, you have made me feel better. You have been so sweet. I don't cry nearly as much. I just get homesick and then I realize, I don't even have a home."

And with that, she rolled away hiding her face and sobbed. Her shoulders shook with each sobbing cry. I couldn't stand it. I got up beside her and put my arms around her and hugged her tight. Slowly, the sobs lessened and stopped. Her breathing became regular. She had cried herself to sleep. I held her for several more minutes not wanting to disturb or awaken her peaceful slumber. Finally, I carefully released her, tiptoed out of her room and silently closed her door.

Lying in my bed, my heart still ached for my cousin. As I drifted toward the edges of sleep, I heard the pocket door between our rooms glide open. The sound of soft steps across the floor ended with the covers being lifted and the weight of a body slipping into my bed beside me. I smelled my cousin's fragrance as she nestled up and pressed her back against my side. 

"Please hold me. I can't sleep," she whispered softly.

I rolled onto my side and slipped my arms around her as I spooned against her back. Her hands clasped mine against her chest. We nestled and moved into a position of comfort. In a few minutes, her grip on my hands relaxed, her breathing deepened and became regular. She slumbered peacefully in my arms. The warmth of her body felt so good through the thin material of her nightgown. The soft swell of her breasts pressed against the sides of my hands where she still held them against herself. 

Her bum was firmly compressed against my pelvis. Her closeness, her warmth, her smell was all too much. My body responded. My penis slowly engorged and elongated. I was mortified. What would my cousin think? I pulled my pelvis gently back trying to hold my penis away from her bum. My penis briefly had room for it to spring up from its downward orientation, which was becoming very uncomfortable, to an upward pointing freedom. My cousin snuggled back in her sleep regaining the snug spoon fit that seemed to pacify her and allowed her to sleep. 

Leah sighed as she wiggled her butt snugly against my engorging and stiffening penis. As she wiggled her bum, my penis slid into the warm groove formed by the cheeks of her warm backside. Just as my penis was nestling into her bum crack, her hands released my hands and dropped to the bed. Her breasts were now resting against the palms of my hands. Warm, round and full. She wiggled again. God, I couldn't take it. My hips involuntarily pressed my cock against her bum and more deeply into the groove of her ass. It felt so good. I just barely rocked my hips and the tip of my penis felt the delicious friction as it pressed into her crack.

In her sleep, she reached up and pressed my hands tightly against her breasts. I cupped the luscious warm mounds in my hands. I forced myself to not caress them. But, I held her in my arms, and could not help but enjoy the sensation and warmth of her breasts against the palms of my hands. 

She kept shifting in her sleep against my penis. I tried to lie still. Her little movements caused involuntary movements of my own in response. The tip of my cock was being gently masturbated whether I wanted it to be or not. An orgasm was building. What was I going to do? There was nothing I could do. It was here. My penis flexed and contracted uncontrollably against her ass. I ejaculated. My sperm laden semen erupted and was trapped in the underwear I slept in. 

Leah sighed in her sleep and pressed more firmly against me. I knew the moisture of my ejaculate was soaking not only my underwear, but hers as well. I knew that her skin would be wet from the moisture seeping through the fabric. The thought curiously pleased me. Knowing that the semen that had spewed from my body was now in contact with her body excited me greatly. I pressed my soft penis firmly into her crack. I could feel the soggy material of my underwear press and stick against her flesh. 

I fell asleep with my cousin in my arms.

A Chance Encounter

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How I got My Sister Pregnant

By Rahul Kadr

"Owwww....what was that for?" Rahul turned around angrily looking at Varun. He has just jabbed him with his elbow.

Varun just motioned in one direction with his eyes, a big grin pasted on his face. Rahul too looked in the direction to see what had made him so happy. The sight in front of made him go hard in his pants. There in front of them was Ayesha, the sexiest girl in their college with the biggest bust. She had spilled her books and was busy picking them up, bending over them. Her 36 sized tits were almost spilling out of her salwaar kameej. Rahul rushed over to her.

"Let me help you." he said offering to pick up the books with her.

"Thank you." Ayesha smiled as Rahul began to pick up the books. As he picked up the books, he would shoot glances on her exposed cleavage. From his view, he could see quite deep into her dress. The sight of her awesome melons made his cock more hard. Rahul squirmed in his pants.

"Thank you again!" Ayesha said giving a smile as Rahul handed her over the last book. And then she turned around and left. Rahul look mesmerized watching her swaying ass as she walked away.

"You bastard!" Varun exclaimed as he caught up with his friend "that was quick".

"Just you wait and I am sure I will have her in bed with me!" Rahul said winking to Varun. Both the friends laughed and then set off for their homes.

Rahul was having a hard time riding his bike while his cock was tenting inside his jeans. He would need to jack off at his home pronto. Humming a tune and thinking about those breasts of Ayesha, Rahul was at his gate even before he knew. Just as he got off his bike, he saw a familiar car turn around the corner.

"It seems to be Tara's car!' he wondered. Tara was Rahul's 24 year old sister. She had been recently married for an year and lived in the neighboring town.

"She must have just left...shit" he swore aloud.

Rahul absolutely adored her sister. She was only 2 years older to him. They were like best buddies since childhood. Rahul would do anything for his sister. It was very unusual of her to come by but not stay to meet him. He bounced up the stairs of his home. The door was unlocked. He got in looking for his mom Shiela to ask why Tara left so early.

"Mom.....mom where are you?"

Rahul quickly went around the house looking for his mom. An then he found her out in the small garden in the backyard, surrounded in all directions with trees. Rahul immediately sensed something was wrong Mom would only come here when she was greatly worried about something. She would then brood here in silence, looking over at the small swimming pool, see the clear water ripple.

He quitely came and sat down besides his mom. Shiela was 45 years old but she was aging gracefully. her beauty was still intact. After her husbands death 10 years ago, she had handled the family responsibilities very well. Any other person would have weathered down under the weight of the responsibilities, but Shiela had actually blossomed. She looked more beautiful then ever. Her body made her desirable to all men and when they cam to know about how wonderful a person she was, they couldn't help but falling in love with her.

"Mom, what's the matter, you looked very worried". Rahul asked .

Shiela turned around, her lovely doe eyes now red and puffed with crying.

"Wh..what's the matter mom...you have been crying...why?" now Rahul was very worried.

"Its you sister Rahul" she sobbed.

"What is the matter with her? I saw her leave without seeing me! Is everything all right mom?" Rahul asked again.

Shiela turned around to face his young well built strapping man that he had grown up to be. She was very proud of him.

"Its her in laws dear...they have been harassing her!"

"Harra...harassing her? But why? But why? I...I mean what has she done wrong?" Rahul blurted. Shiela burst out sobbing again.

'Mom don't cry please...tell me what has she done?"

"You remember when did she get married?" mom asked still sniffing.

"Yes..it was ..uh...around one and a half years ago." he replied, utterly confused.

"Dear, that's exactly the cause of trouble. She has been married for more then a year now and she hasent conceived yet. You very well know how desperately her family wants a heir to all the fortune they have built. And now with Tara not being able to give them a heir, they have resorted to harassing her." mom explained in one breath. Obviously this was all quite painful for her.

"But haven't they consulted a doctor or something?" Rahul suggested still reeling from the scene that had sprung up.

"That's what they did the first thing," Shiela said.

"and what did he say?"

"Well the problem lies with her husband...he has very low sperm count...that's not enough to successfully conceive a child."

"Then why the hell are they harassing Tara...what's her fault?"

"Her family is not ready to accept the fact that their son is infertile...they blame it all on Tara" his mom was now speaking more coherently...like there was something that she desperately wanted to get off her chest.

"But there is surely a way out of this!" Rahul banged his fist hard. Shiela was now looking directly at him.

"Yes son, there is a way out."

Rahul looked at his mom puzzled but was eager to know.

"What is it mom?"

"But for that you will have to help her in any way you can...are you ready to do that for your dear sister?" she asked.

"Anything for my sister mom... you know that very well." Rahul said determined to help her sister out.

"You will have to impregnate her"

Rahul sat on the banks of the nearby river. His moms last words were still ringing out clear in his head. Had he heard her correct? He has just bolted out of the house after that. Now that he had calmed down, he was thinking that if all that he heard was true. Sex with his own sister? How could he? He couldn't imagine it! But he had said he would help her out. Was he ready to do it? he thought about Ayesha, lying naked on his bed, as he made love to her, her breasts swaying. Suddenly instead of Ayesha, he could see Tara's face, her big breasts swaying and jiggling.

"What the fuck am I thinking" he shouted snapping out of his reverie. But again his mind went out the jiggling breasts. Wasent her breast almost the same size as that of Ayesha? Surely they were way beautiful then Ayesha's. What would it be like to have them naked for you, ready to be squeezed? and Tara's pussy? What would it be like? Rahul couldn't control himself. His thoughts were now firmly in Tara's direction. He couldn't help but picturise himself making love to his dearest beautiful sis...making her moan with pleasure a he shot wad after wads of semen in her deep warm pussy, impregnating her, making her mother his child, his sister bearing him a child. Even before he could realize it Rahul had began to jerk of as he fantasies about his sister. With a big jerk, his semen flew high into the air. His excited cock was spewing jets of thick cum. Finally the last drop had subsidized. But his cock stayed aloft. Rahul sighed, giving into lust and his desire for helping his sister and began walking back home, his cock still straining in his pants, anticipating the pleasures that lay ahead for it.

Rahul quitely pushed open the door and stepped into the house. In the driveway, moms car was missing.

"She must have deliberately gone outside to leave us alone." Rahul thought. He was glad mom wasent home or he would have gain felt embarrassed at making love to her sister while his mom was in the next room.

He slowly moved through the corridor towards the living room. He could hear the soft sound of TV playing. quitely he walked towards the couch. Tara was sitting on the sofa, her back turned to him, watching a movie on TV. Rahul stood behind Tara for a moment looking at his dear sister. He couldn't help but notice Tara's breast as they rose and fall with her breath. Rahul was having a great view of Tara's breasts down her top. She was wearing a pink top and a black skirt that reached till her knees. Yet she looked incredibly hot in that dress. She had tied her long black hair in a bun. A little sindoor adorned her forehead. In her wrists were a lot of colorful bangles, a look of a married Indian lady. She wore high heels as she had done since teenage. Rahul placed his hand on her shoulder.

"What...!" Tara whirled around, jumping out of her skin."Oh..shit...its you! You nearly scared me to death."

Rahul walked around smiling at her sister and sat down besides her.

"Why? Were you expecting someone else?" he grinned and then suddenly realized it was not the best question.

Tara smiled weakly. " At this moment brother, I would be happy with any one else."

"Why sis? Don't I mean anything to you?" Rahul asked holding her hands. They were so soft and smooth.

"Don't get me wrong Rahul...its..its just that I feel so guilty about having put you in such a situation." Tara said and started sobbing. Rahul drew her into his arms.

"Don't cry sis, I am willing to do anything to make you happy." he said softly into her ear. Tara kept sobbing softly, clutching her brother harder, pressing her breasts into Rahuls firm chest.

"Please sis, don't cry please! At least for my sake!" Rahul implored again. Tara stopped sobbing. She took Rahuls face in her small delicate hands and looked into his eyes.

"Rahul...you are the best brother any sister can have." she said as a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

"Anything for you sis....anything for you.!" Rahul said sincerely. They were looking into each others eyes, filled with love for each other.

Then Tara slowly closed the gap between them. Their lips met in a kiss. The sisters lips touched her brothers for the first time. Tara closed her eyes as she felt her lips touch Rahuls. Rahul, for a second couldn't believe if it indeed was happening., that he really was kissing his own sis. And then as he felt Tara's wet lips locked to his own he too closed his eyes giving into the pleasure of it all. Tara's lips parted and her tongue came out looking for Rahuls. Rahul let Tara, tongue into his mouth as they locked together in a passionate kiss. Their embrace had tightened around each other as they kissed, grinding each other into them. Tara was on her back now as Rahul lay upon her. As he kissed, his hand sought out her breast and cupped it. Tara's eyes flew open for a second and her mouth opened to a silent groan as Rahul gave her breast a squeeze. Then she let her eyes droop again as Rahuls tongue dwelved deeper into her mouth exploring every corner. Rahul sought out her top and pushed it up revealing a black bra encased breast. His fingers hooked around the cup and drew it down. Tara's soft milky breast plopped out from its encasing. Tara moaned again, this time loudly as Rahuls lips left her lips and locked around her taut brown nipple, hungrily suckling at it. Tara was moaning with pleasure now as Rahul kept flicking his tongue over her nipples, feeling the rough texture of her nipples. Again then he will clamp down on them like a suckling baby drinking its fill of milk. Tara was now shuddering with delight and throwing her head around as waves after waves of pleasure hit her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssss......." she moaned aloud as Rahul's teeth caught her nipple and pulled at them.

"Oh...Ra...Rahul...you ....ar...are soooooo....wonderful" Tara panted as again Rahul took in her soft breasts in his mouth. Rahul couldn't believe he was doing all this to his very own sister. But no matter what, he had never before experienced such a thrill as what he was getting now making love to her sister. He couldn't stop himself from doing all these things to his very own sister.

Even before he could realize, his lips began moving down, Leaving a wet trail of saliva as the glided down to her navel. Rahul stopped at Tara's navel. He always found a navel to be too dammed sexy. And now looking at his sisters navel he had the urge to lick her there. Tara watched as Rahuls tongue came out and slid around her navel, leaving wet trails. She moaned again, her arms and legs getting stiff at the touch of her brothers wet tongue feeling her navel. And then she saw his head move again.

"Oh no..!" she thought with shivers of pleasure as she realized what Rahul was going to do.

Rahuls head stopped between her legs. Rahul could sense that Tara was wet. In fact Tara was dripping wet with this foreplay. Rahul slowly picked up the hem of her skirt and pulled it up, exposing her well toned calves and her black panty. He held her calves and gently spread her legs wider. Tara spread them as wide as she could to let her wonderful brother have the best view of her wet pussy. Rahul looked at the panty covered mound. He could make out her puffed up sex-lips. She was dripping wet with her love juices. Rahul placed his two fingers over her mound. Tara moaned loudly arching her back. Rahul had touched her exactly on her swollen clit.

"Rahul....RIP IT OFF RAHUL" Tara moaned again.

She was shivering. Her clit was throbbing. The next second her panty was gone, gathered around her ankles. Now her pussy lay bare to Rahuls hungry eyes. Rahul moved his face closer to her pussy. Tara squirmed around as his hot breath blew over her sensitive clit now. And the very next second she felt his wet tongue flick over it.

"Ohhhhhhh...Myyyyyyyyy...Gooooooodssssssssss" she again arched her back as his tongue sought her pussy.

Rahuls lips locked down on her pussy like her lips, sucking her wet juices.

"Ahhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssss....." Tara moaned as his tongue sought deeper into her wet slippery hole.

" Ohhhhh Rahul....ohhhsssssss...Rahul......"she kept repeating as he continued to suck her, thrusting down his tongue into her wet snatch.

Rahul placed his hand behind her ass and buried his face deep inside her pussy sucking her deep. Tara was on the verge of climax. Her toes were curled with pleasure as her hands pushed Rahul deeper into her. His tongue continued to wreak havoc on her poor clit. With each flick of his tongue Tara would reach new heights of pleasure. Finally she was no longer able to hold herself.

"I.......ammm ......cummmminnnggggg" she shouted out.

And then her body went limp for a second. And the next second she was shuddering as waves after waves of pleasure shot through her. Her pussy began squirting her juice all around as Tara came in a hard climax. For what seemed like ages, Tara kept on shuddering as she experienced continuos orgasms, squirting her sticky juice all over Rahul's face. Finally her body went limp again as she fell back on the couch.

Tara opened her eyes slowly, for a second not aware where she was. Then she saw her brother kneeling between her legs, his face covered with her juices. she smiled weakly at him.

"Rahul?"

"Yes sister?" Rahul looked up to his smiling sister.

"Come....come here and kiss me"

Rahul got up and then sat down besides her worn out sister. They embraced again, Tara grateful to be in his arms. Their lips met again for a soft kiss. They kissed for minutes, just enjoying each others body close. Then Tara broke off the kiss. Rahul looked at her with questioning eyes. Tara smiled.

"Rahul....take me to the bedroom. Make me you wife." she managed to say.

Rahul smiled and picked her sister up and moved towards the bedroom.

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Fucking My Boss

Submited by dpingjessie©




It wasn't right away that I fantasized about my boss. When I was interviewed by her for the job I ended up earning, the thought of having sex with her never remotely entered my mind. Even so, when I did develop those erotic feelings, I never sought anything really passionate or at all romantic. I didn't so much as want to even kiss her. By that point, all I wanted was to catch her in a good mood, fuck the hell out of her (preferably on her own desk, as my fantasy always went) and not put my job at risk.

I'm not sure at what point I began to desire to plug my boss. While I respected her immensely from the moment she hired me, I felt no physical or sexual attraction for her for at least the first few months at my new job. Actually, with the job, I inherited my own staff that was comprised mostly of females, so my honest ambition was to bang a couple of the select attractive young ladies who reported to me. My boss Renee, on the other hand, was old enough to be my mother. I pegged her as certainly pushing 50 and later found out she was past that milestone at 54. She didn't necessarily look young for her age either. It's not that she wasn't attractive for her age, though; she just wasn't especially hot - well, at first, anyway.

The more I worked with Renee, the more I respected her. She was a very good boss, one who let me run my department and gave me the tools and support I needed to do the job. It wasn't long until I started to trust her significantly on a personal level, too. She seemed to take a sincere interest in my personal growth as well as my professional development, making efforts to build what was feeling like a friendship. At this point, she became one of my favorite people in my life, and somewhere around there followed the burning lust to have sex with her.

Renee's five-foot frame didn't inherently exude sex appeal, but she genuinely did well with what she had. Her short, curly blond hair didn't make her look any younger, but I started to notice that some days she wore it just right where her curls made her look not only professional but sexy. She wore black, thick-framed but narrow glasses that hid her bright blue eyes but were stylish. Her style was what really helped her cause, as her humble pale white frame was always dressed classy. Some days she'd wear just the right skirt or shoes that would make me wild with an unquenchable desire to bend her over her desk right then and there.

As time went on, I began to suspect that the growing sexual attraction was mutual. After all, to an older woman like Renee, I couldn't have been too unattractive. Still shy of 30, I was in shape, fairly tall and, like Renee, did the best I could with what I had. My hopes began to peak when Renee got even more comfortable with me, even flirtatious. I started to entertain the idea that I may actually fuck her - then, I'd remember she was a strict professional with a husband and four children. Still, it was fun to think about, and it was harmless to be cautiously flirtatious back to here, even if I were misreading her signals.

Friday, September 12 was the date of my performance review. It was also the day before Renee left for vacation, which would be followed by my own vacation. It was the last time we would see each other for a couple weeks, so we wanted to make the most of the time. It was also the day I first fucked my boss.

I'd later find out that the timing of the performance review - on a Friday before Renee went on vacation and at 5 pm no less, when the office was virtually deserted - was by Renee's design. The setting was right; if the sparks flew, then all the better. Normally I would have been annoyed with having to stay late on any day, let along on a Friday; for Renee, though, I would do anything.

It had been a very stressful day, which was pretty much the norm in this job. Inter-office politics made both Renee's and my jobs more difficult than they needed to be on most days, and we'd often debrief and de-stress in Renee's office at the end of a particularly stressful day. It was these meetings where I'd often detect what I construed as mild flirting from my significantly older superior.

The meeting started with our usual venting and small talk before transferring into my review. Needless to say, I scored high marks. Renee said a lot of very sweet things about me, which again had me thinking about lying on her desk while she rode up and down me. I clearly started to drift there, because Renee called me out.

"What did I just say?" Renee said.

"Oh," I stuttered, "Sorry. I was just . . . thank you for the kind words," or something along those lines.

Our conversation then turned toward Renee's upcoming vacation. I found out that my boss was going with just her kids, leaving the hubby behind, which I found strange and politely questioned her on. Renee then spoke freely of her strained relationship with her husband, including in no uncertain terms that she hadn't "been laid in four months." Yes, we had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but even so, that comment took me back. I must not have been thinking clearly when I responded, but in retrospect, I'm thankful for whatever state of mind I was in.

"That's too bad," I said. "I would totally sleep with you." I remember the words exactly. I also remember how Renee's eyes grew so wide that I thought they'd pop. My heart stopped as I considered the words that just came out of my mouth, wondering how bad a thing I had just done. But then an unmistakably seductive grin spread across her face. My dread turned instantly to hope.

"Well," my increasingly sexy boss said, "as I said when you were zoning out there, despite your outstanding performance, there's no room in the budget for a raise . . . but maybe we can get creative and think of something else to serve as a reward for your work."

It was as if I were living out a porno. I turned red. My heart was pounding. I was as nervous as I'd ever been, but there was no way I was bungling this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked candidly, barely able to hide my excitement as I considered the very real possibility that I'd be fulfilling my fantasy and sleeping with my boss tonight.

"What are you doing right now?" Renee countered, raising the bar of my expectation where just a second ago it dared not go. She was grinning from ear to ear as she continued, "We're still holding your performance review, after all."

For the next several minutes, things were kind of a haze when it comes to remembering them. Very little was spoken after our clearly implied consent to have sex right there in Renee's office. Following a blur of activity, including Renee's standing up from her chair, which she pushed back with her ass, and my coming around to her behind her desk, we wasted no time proceeding with what very obviously had played in both our minds previous to this evening's interview.

Renee unbuttoned her blouse as I unbuckled my belt, now standing behind her. As I loosened my khakis, I studied Renee's outfit. As I eyed her from her feet to her head, there was no doubt in my mind that our scheduled meeting today was strongly taken into consideration when Renee picked out her wardrobe this morning. She sported roughly four-inch black high heels, separated from her pinstripe pencil skirt by her short but slender legs. The skirt rode two or three inches above her knees, leading up to her round ass and firm hips. Noteworthy for her age, she had maintained her womanly hourglass shape well, aided by boobs that, I now noticed for the first time, were rather generous for such a small frame. I could hardly wait to touch them and see if the felt as good as they looked.

After unbuttoning her royal blue blouse, Renee turned around, revealing her black lace bra, which was more evidence that she had planned for this best-case scenario. We exchanged compliments as Renee reached under her skirt and pulled down an equally sexy pair of black lace panties, which she let fall to her ankles.

By now, my heart was pounding as hard as ever. I couldn't believe that I was about to fuck my boss. It wasn't the most debauched thing I'd ever done, but it certainly belonged in the upper echelon of my sexual exploits. My cock was so hard that it was poking up out of my boxers, giving Renee a sneak peek.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked awkwardly, completely stonewalled as to how to continue. It's not like I'd ever fucked my boss before. Renee stepped out of her panties before dropping to her knees as she insisted we'd just continue with the performance review process.

Once on her knees in front of me, my boss pushed my pants and boxers down to my knees, took my shaft in her small hands and stroked it briefly. Then she moved her hand forward, opened her mouth and took me in.

I moaned loudly the second the tip of my cock touched Renee's tongue and slid deep into her mouth. I caught myself and stifled my audible expression of pleasure, realizing it was only 6:30 pm and that others may be around, but Renee, who often worked late, was quick to calm my nerves.

"It's OK, baby," she said, pulling her mouth away for just a moment. "Everyone else is long gone." I knew that there was evening security in the building, actually, but Renee added that security never comes back to the administrative offices. Pleasure gave way to caution, and I sighed and moaned again when Renee took me back in her mouth.

For the next five minutes or so, Renee sucked my cock, demonstrating expertise that came with her age that I had never had the joy of experiencing until that time. There I realized I was in for a real treat, even aside from the fact that I was going to plug my boss. Renee would be the oldest woman I'd be with by more than a decade, and all those years meant all that sexual experience. In truth, Renee had been having sex for longer than I'd been alive.

By the time Renee finished blowing me, I was more than ready for a good fuck. However, she was the boss and didn't let me forget it, stating I now had to pass an "oral exam." What she was implying was obvious. She got up from her knees and then pushed herself up onto the desk, facing me as she sat on it. Then she leaned back, holding herself up by supporting herself with one arm while she used the other hand to hold up her skirt and reveal her clearly moist pussy between her legs that were spreading.

My fantasies of Renee never involved going down on her, but in this moment of reality, I was happy to comply. Again, she was the one signing off on my paychecks. Obediently, I knelt beside the desk, in front of my boss's taint and leaned forward as Renee lifted her right leg up into the air, over my head and slid her left leg farther out along the surface of her desk. My peripheral vision was obscured by Renee's skirt, so I had nothing to be focused on except for my boss's pink pussy.

I went right for it. At first, I used my index finger to locate the exact spot. Then, using that same hand to more or less spread Renee's pussy, I pressed my mouth against that spot and began to eat out my 54-year old supervisor. Her moans led me to believe that I was performing my task well, as did her increasing wetness. Giving my boss oral may not have been on the job description I signed off on, but then again, I recall there was a point that included being willing to go above and beyond my expected duties.

I licked Renee's twat for a little longer than she'd given me oral, maybe eight or 10 minutes. About halfway through, she lowered her leg and rested it over my shoulder, still holding up her skirt as I went to town on her cunt. The heel in her shoe poked my back as my tongue prodded her insides. My boss squirmed and moaned throughout my pleasuring her and assured me that I was doing a good job, calling me "sweetie" and "honey" a lot. The affection was kind of weird coming from my boss, but, then again, eating my boss's pussy wasn't exactly standard either.

When Renee said I had done enough with my mouth, I pulled back and wiped my lips and chin. The scent of her pussy was strong in my nostrils, and I was fine with it. With both our engines primed, my boss and I were ready to lay aside months of sexual frustration.

"Now for your real performance review," Renee said seductively, lifting both legs straight up in the air and propping herself up by her elbows behind her. My cock was more than set for what would ensue. I stepped up, my head now between my boss's high heel shoes that were held up in the air, my hand on my cock as I prepared to enter my boss like I had fantasized about for months leading up to this unbelievable experience.

With one smooth motion and hardly any resistance, I slipped my cock, slick with her saliva, into my boss's exceptionally wet pussy. On that first stroke, I went balls-deep in her, sliding my whole length inside my sexy supervisor. Renee moaned while I forgot to breathe. As I started to fuck her, Renee rested her ankles on my shoulders and slid onto her back, her arms slipping straight out on the desk until her fingers gripped the edge over which I stood.

I put one hand on Renee's hip, pinning her skirt against her hip while my right hand held her ankle, which stayed suspended over my right shoulder. As I adjusted to the thoughts and sensations that came with having sex with my older female boss on her own desk, I was delighted at how surprisingly tight Renee's pussy was. It was much tighter than I had expected for a woman her age, possibly betraying that tonight's tryst was the result of years of dissatisfaction with her husband.

I immediately felt sweat on my forehead and also remembered to breathe as I slowly pulled out of and pushed into my boss, who'd never looked hotter than she did in that moment now that my dick was in her. We were both moaning in unison now as I fastened my gaze on my stiff cock's disappearing inside my boss's pussy, then sliding back, only to steadily dive back in. I watched my cock go in and out of my boss for a moment before my eyes traveled to Renee's heaving boobs, at which point I released her ankle in order to give her left breast, still veiled by the lace bra, a good squeeze. It was nice and firm, as I'd hoped. Then I slid my hand over to the right breast, this time under the bra, giving this tit a firmer squeeze. I was not disappointed.

I squeezed my boss's boobs for a couple minutes while I started to fuck her harder. My balls slapped against her taint while the force of my body's smacking against hers caused her to slide up the desk. Her grip on the edge of the desk, which tightened to the point that her knuckles were white, kept her in place for the most part, though, despite my increasingly intense thrusts into her as I plowed her.

By now, I was sweating so much that my dress shirt was sticking uncomfortably to my back. Relentless, though, I pushed harder and faster into Renee as neither one of us said a word amidst our fantasy's coming true.

About halfway through our intercourse, we decided to switch it up. A couple minutes before, though, I put my right hand back on Renee's ankle and held her leg in place with my arm as I nailed her. Around that time too, Renee reached up with right hand and pulled on my tie, begging, "Fuck me harder!" I'd never heard my boss use such foul language before, but I did as I was told.

When Renee released my tie, I let go of her and reluctantly pulled out of her. It wasn't for long, though, as Renee simply hopped down, turned around and bent over her desk, just as I had dreamed. I looked down to see Renee's heels scratch against the carpet of her office as she spread her legs farther, preparing for my entry.

"Make your boss your bitch!" Renee said. Those hauntingly hot words got me going like few else have to this day. Renee reached across her desk and held the opposite edge while I hiked up her skirt and guided my cock back into her cunt.

With my cock sheathed in Renee's pussy, I quickly removed my tie and shirt, as the damp clothing was making me uncomfortable in the poorly ventilated office. With the attire discarded, I put both hands under my boss's skirt and onto her bare ass as I proceeded to fuck the hell out of her doggystyle. I started hard and steady but somewhat slowly before building up to harder fucking, sinking my nails into her flesh as I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her clit. Renee's nails scratched against her desk as she moaned loudly, her body sliding forward on her desk as she now propped herself up by her elbows.

"I bet you love fucking your boss!" Renee yelled as I nailed her over he desk. "Fuck me faster!" I was slamming into her so hard that her files and office supplies were shaking on the desk and I was breathing so heavily that I didn't manage a word in response to her.

"Faster!" A pencil cup fell to the floor, spreading writing utensils in every direction. "Faster!"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" I finally managed. Renee laughed gleefully.

"Don't stop!"

The room grew very hot, and were both sweating profusely at this point. By now, Renee was matching my thrusts, pushing back as I pushed forward, ensuring that my cock was going as deep inside this older woman as possible.

Just as paperclips, papers and other shit began to fall off Renee's shaking, creaking desk and onto the floor, the office phone rang. Deterred for only a second, I barely broke my pace as I continued to grab my boss's ass and nail her hard, figuring Renee would let the call go to voicemail. To my shock, she picked up the receiver.

"This is Renee. May I help you?" I was shocked, instantly ceasing from my wild thrusting into this amazing woman. Not only was I totally surprised that she would take a work call during naughty sex, but I was amazed how well she was hiding how out of breath she was - not to mention that she was being fucked by her employee.

"We do provide those services," Renee said expertly. "I'll be on vacation next week, but let me give you the manager's contact information so he can arrange a meeting with you." She then gave my own contact information before wishing the caller a good weekend and then hung up. I was still in shock.

Renee told me to expect a call from a woman named Laura on Monday, switching perfectly to professional mode despite the fact that her hair was in her face and, oh yeah, my cock was in her pussy. I was astounded by this woman's sexy professionalism.

I managed only to trail off in response to her, not knowing how seriously to take her. I was starting to go a little soft, out of confusion if for not other reason. Finally, Renee laughed.

"Well?" she said. "Are you done? Or are you going to cum inside my pussy?" There it was. It took a minute, but I got back to screwing my boss over her desk to the point that it was shaking again. We were both moaning together in no time as the steady smack of flesh on flesh joined the creaking of Renee's desk to fill the room.

Toward the end of our intense intercourse, I leaned forward, reaching into Renee's unbuttoned shirt and putting my hands on her boobs as I continued to fuck her pussy. I pushed her bra down a bit so I could again get the full experience and was still not disappointed. By now, we were both glistening with sweat, and various office supplies littered the floor. At last, I felt Renee's pussy constrict around my plunging cock, which, along with her yell, indicated her orgasm. Her shrill cry would have surely been heard by anyone nearby, but I didn't care. In fact, my orgasm wasn't far to follow. Within a few minutes, I was spraying cum deep inside my boss as I kept her bent over her own desk, sufficiently making her my bitch like she had challenged me. I couldn't contain my own moan as I unleashed several spurts of cum until my full load was in her womb. There I realized another advantage to nailing a 54-year old woman: no risk of pregnancy.