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My Assistants Personal Improvement PlanTrish has worked for me for several years. I hired her as part-time while she was still attending college. Then I moved her to a full-time secretary when my then secretary’s husband was transferred to another state. She has been a very loyal and hardworking employee. Over the years she has had her ups and downs in life, and she has frequently come to me for advice. Some of the times after giving her some advice she would say, “That sounds like something that Daddy would say!” And, of course, I would tell her that that is because great minds think alike.The reference to her father is not all that far-fetched since I am about the same age that he would be if he hadn’t been killed in an automobile accident a year or so ago. In addition, we were about the same height and shared a similar build. After his death, she seemed to lean on me more and more as the father figure in her life.Trish is a rather attractive young lady with a cute face, long reddish blond hair, nice, rather large boobs, a fine firm looking ass and somewhat thick thighs. Although she is a slight bit curvy, she’s not fat. And I sure don’t mind curvy … in fact I delight in curvy women. However, her ex-boyfriend seemed to have a different opinion. She returned from lunch one day, several months ago, crying because he had called her fat and wanted her to lose a lot of weight to continue going out with him. Instead, she broke up with him on the spot and I had the task of trying to console her. After our conversation, she got up and hugged me. That was the first and only time that we had ever hugged or had any physical contact other than our hands.That all changed one afternoon when I’m scheduled to attend a luncheon meeting that’s supposed to last all afternoon. I’ve already left the office and I’m in route when I get the word of a last-minute cancellation, so Trish doesn’t know about it. Since it’s lunchtime, I grab a bite to eat and run a couple of errands before heading back to the office. Upon entering, Trish is not at her desk, which is rather unusual, but I figure that she might be in the restroom. However, when I unlock the door to my office and open it, I get the shock of my life. There, sitting in my chair facing the computer, is Trish! But that’s not all. On the computer screen is what looks like pornography!! She’s apparently so engrossed in what is on the screen that she doesn’t notice me come in, so I carefully close and lock the door.Then I tiptoe slowly over toward her and as I do, I notice that her right arm is moving rhythmically. When I am standing behind her so that I can see over her shoulder, I notice that her skirt is pulled up to her waist and her bright pink panties are pulled aside and she is masturbating right there in my chair!! I also see that her top is unbuttoned, and her lovely big tits are hanging out of her pulled down bra. The porn on the screen depicts a young curvy woman, similar in stature to Trish, getting fucked by an older man while in an office. I try to keep from breathing hard and giving away my presence while I watch the sexy sight before me as well as the hot action on the screen. I carefully adjust my rising cock within my pants for more comfort. Although the sound is turned down rather low on the computer, I can still hear the woman begging the man to fuck her. While action on the screen is heating up, so is the action in front of me. She is now rubbing her clit with the fingers of one hand while she is plunging the fingers of her other hand into her sloppy wet pussy. This goes on for several minutes while the man is fucking the woman. Then, just as the girl on the screen is crying out in her own orgasm, Trish explodes into a climax of her own. Her hips are bucking up and down as she continues to play with herself. My cock is rock hard and aching in my pants now. It takes all my willpower not to whip it out and jerk off onto her. But instead I lean in rather close and say in a loud voice, “What the Hell Is Going on Here?!”She jumps up about a foot out of the chair before she collapses back down into it. “You … you … scared the hell out of me!!!” she exclaims loudly as she jerks her hands out from between her legs. I grab the back of the chair and spin it around so that she is facing me. She is embarrassed as hell because she turns about 14 different shades of red while I look at her near nudity. Her pussy is wide open with the pink inner flesh showing and the nipples that top off her lovely tits look to be as hard as little pebbles.She quickly clamps her legs together and tries vainly to cover herself up but is only partly successful since her skirt is stuck underneath her and she can’t easily get her tits back into her bra in a hurry. She settles for just pulling her top over them and holding it together with her hand, but her hard nipples are still showing through the fabric. Finally, she just puts her head down into her hands and starts crying. “I’m …… Sorry! …… I’m …… So …… Sorry …… Mr. Miller!!” she barely gets out between sobs. After crying for quite a while, she asks softly, “Are you …… Are you ……? Are you going to fire me?”I reply, “Before I answer, I want to know why you were looking at porn and masturbating in my chair …… on my time.” That request along with the fact that I place my hand on her shoulder starts a new round of tears. She sobs out, “I …… I …… I don’t know.”“Stop crying and talk to me, Trish. Tell me what’s going on.”A few minutes later she says, “I was just really horny. And after Roy called me fat I’ve felt really low. I …… just thought that it’d feel different in your chair since you’ve kind of taken me under you wing when things go wrong. Are you going to fire me?” she asks again.“I don’t know. It depends on what you are going to do next.”“I don’t understand, Sir.” She says ‘Sir’ almost reverently.“It’s your move to convince me not to fire you,” I say gruffly, although I have no intention of firing her at this point. But I just want her to think that I might. I glance down at the bulge in my pants which I know that she can see since my crotch is nearly at her eye level while sitting in my chair. I see her staring at my crotch for a moment and then she looks up at me. Although she doesn’t ask the question verbally, her eyes do. I just nod my head in affirmation while I say, “You are not the only one who should receive pleasure on my time.”Without a word she nods her head while she slides off the chair onto her knees and begins unzipping my pants. She reaches in to try to fish out my cock, but it is too hard and stiff. “Just pull them down,” I say in the same gruff voice. She unfastens my pants and pulls them down along with my underwear. My cock pops out and lightly smacks her on the face. Her eyes get big when she sees it. Looking up at me for approval, she kisses the tip and licks up the pearly drop of pre-cum there. Then I tell her, “Take off your top and bra, I want to see all of your tits.”She blushes again, but obeys with a simple, “Yes Sir.” Soon she is licking the length of my shaft and taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Once more she looks up for permission and I nod my head again.Hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, she starts bobbing her head up and down on my pole. After a couple of minutes, I affirm what she is doing by saying softly, “Good Girl!” Then a couple of moments later, I say, “Show me how badly you want to keep this job.” That really seems to get her going. Immediately, she begins izmir escort pushing my cock deeper and deeper into her warm, wet mouth, nearly gagging on it. She sucks and licks on it like it is her last meal. With one hand she starts playing with my balls, gently rolling them between her fingers.Then suddenly, she rams her head forward. She gags on my big cock, but she doesn’t back off. Instead she grabs the cheeks of my ass with both hands and pulls herself even closer. I feel the muscles of her throat working overtime to try to push out the intruder, which feels mighty good to the head of my cock. She stays there for what seems like a long time before she finally backs off and pulls my cock out of her mouth to gasp wildly for air. After a few ragged breaths, she does it again, this time I see a little more of my cock disappear into her mouth. She does this three more times, each time taking a little more of my cock, before I say, “Trish, I’m gonna cum!”I figure that she’ll pull back, or maybe even pull off when she hears that, but instead she jams my cock into her tight throat once more. That is enough to send me over the top. With a mighty roar, one suitable for the jungle, my cock erupts down her pulsing throat. However, she nearly chokes on the second spurt, so she pulls back then and strokes my gooey saliva covered cock with her hand while she sucks on the head of my cock, feeding on my sperm. In the next few moments, I feel like I pump a quart of cum into her mouth. She tries to take it all and swallow as she goes, but it’s too much and a little bit of my white seed seeps out of the corners of her talented mouth to run down her chin and drip down onto her tits.Although I’ve now quit spurting, she continues to suck on the head of my cock like she wants even more. My legs are shaking, and I must hold on to the desk to steady myself. She looks up at me and smiles with my cock still in her mouth. Then she releases me and asks, “Do you mean like that, Sir?”“Yes, Trish, that’s part of it.”“You mean there’s more? What’s next? Do you want to …… want to … fu … fu … have sex with me?” It seems like she just couldn’t get the word ‘fuck’ out.“I’m not sure yet. It depends on you.” I reach down and take her hands and help her to her feet. As she rises, I stare unabashedly at her big tits. She blushes at my scrutiny. I know that she is surprised when I hand her bra to her. “Here, you can put this on … and you can put your top on too.” She starts to wipe off the drops of cum on her tits, but I say firmly, “Leave them there.”“Are you still upset with me?” she asks timidly as she puts on her clothing. I love watching her stuff her tits back into her bra.“No, I can’t say that I am really upset … but I am still a quite shocked at your actions this afternoon. I just need to figure out what should happen next and how to go forward. I want you to go and sit at your desk and contemplate what you did and the reasons that you did it. I also want you to consider how I should feel and what plans of action need to be taken … you can make some notes if you wish. At exactly five o’clock, I want you to come back in here and tell me the things that you have thought about.”Her eyes drop as she says, “Yes Sir.”“And don’t leave the office for any reason.”“I won’t, Sir.”At exactly five, there is a timid knock at the door. Trish enters with a worried look on her face. “Have a seat,” I say cheerily as I wave to the chair in front of my desk. “First, I want you to tell me why you were watching pornography on my computer and masturbating in my chair.”She blushes a little and then starts talking. “First, I want to say how sorry I am, Sir, for doing that. It was totally unprofessional of me.” She blushes again. “But today, for some reason, I was really …… really …… uh …… turned on by you and how you spoke to me this morning.”Her statement shocks me. I rack my brain to see if I can remember what I did differently than I’ve done on any other morning, but I can’t think of anything. “What did I say that was different?” I ask.“You told me that I looked really nice this morning.”“But I do that quite often, don’t I?”“Yes, you do, but something was different today, and I can’t really tell you what.” She pauses for a moment and blushes before she says, “And you … and you … uh … seemed to look at my boobs differently this morning. You made me feel good about myself. Also, I noticed ……” she stops and blushes profusely.“What did you notice?” I inquire.“I noticed … noticed your … uh … bulge seemed bigger this morning.” She tries to hide her blushing face. She says behind her hands, “I can’t believe that I just told my boss that.”“I’m glad that you did, Trish,” I say. “I don’t want to go around giving others the wrong impression of me.” I say with a chuckle. “So how did that affect you?”With more confidence she says, “It made me horny as hell.” She pauses like she’s thinking and then tells me, “I know that I’ve never said anything, but I’ve had this thing for you for quite a while.”“You’ve had a crush on me? I’m old enough to be your father.”“I wouldn’t call it a crush; that sounds so adolescent. But I don’t know what to call it, just a thing. And I know that you are old enough to be my father … and you kind of look like him and frequently talk like him too.” She almost chokes up. “I loved my father and looked up to him. As a young teen I once told him that I wanted to marry him.” She chuckles a little but there are tears in her eyes.“I’m sorry, Trish, I shouldn’t have said that.”“No, it’s okay, it’s part of the story. Anyway, the more that I sat at my desk this morning and thought about your bulge, the hornier I got. However, I knew that there was probably no way that you would ever want me. And then, this stupid and crazy idea popped into my head to play with myself in your chair while you were gone to your all-afternoon meeting so that I could feel closer to you … and maybe closer to Daddy too. I guess that you could say that I had a thing for him too. I just didn’t expect you to return so soon.”“The meeting was cancelled; I found out on the way.”“Oh, that’s what happened. Anyway, I know that I shouldn’t have done it, but it’s done. Are you going to fire me?”“Do YOU think that I should?” I ask.“I don’t know,” she almost wailed. “I don’t know how you feel right now. I know that I was acting like a total slut … acting totally on my screwed-up emotions … and it was wrong … so wrong. But I hope that you don’t fire me; I really like working for you. I feel that you care for me and about me.”“Yes, I do care for you … and that is why it was such a shock to walk in her this afternoon and find you like that.”“I’m sorry, Sir, really I am!” Tears appear in her eyes again.“So, what do you think that I should do?”She looks at me intently with puddles in her eyes and finally blurts out, “I think that you ought to lean me over your desk and spank my bare behind to teach me a lesson!”I’m a little surprised. “You think that I should spank your bare ass?” She nods her head. “Without any panties on?” I question. Again, she nods her head. Then I ask, “How many swats?”“I’m not sure, Sir; that would be up to you. But I think at least thirty … maybe forty … I don’t know … I was a pretty bad girl.”I raise my eyebrows. “And then what?”She blushes. “Well, you could then help me deal with the pain by fucking me until you shoot your hot creamy cum deep in this slut’s needy cunt.”Her coarse language surprises me. My cock is hard and aching again, so I reach down izmir escort bayanlar and adjust it behind the desk while I ask, “Are you sure? It will change our relationship forever, you know.”“Sir, quite frankly, our relationship has already changed forever, even if nothing else happens. You know what my titties look like and I know what your cock looks like, feels like and tastes like. Your hot cum tastes mighty good, by the way. And you might even know what my pussy looks like, I’m not sure if you could see it or not earlier. There is no way of going back! …… And I’m okay with that.”“Yes, I saw your lovely wet pussy.” She blushes. “And I agree that there is no going back.” Then I ask, “If I were to fuck you, would I need a condom?”“No, Sir; you wouldn’t need a condom unless you want one and thank you for asking. I’m clean and I’m on the pill.”“Then if you are sure ……….” I pause as I push back slightly from my desk.“I’m sure, Sir. I’ve never been any surer in my life.” She stands up and approaches my desk. “Where do you want me, Sir?”“Right here,” I say as I point to the center of the desk. “Do you still have your panties on?”“Yes Sir.”“Take them off ……”“I thought that you might want to do that yourself, Sir.” It suddenly dawns on me that she hasn’t called me by my first name like she normally does; she’s called me ‘Sir’ the whole time.“Okay, I’ll be glad to remove them. And I might also just keep them as a souvenir.” She blushes but doesn’t protest. “Lean over.” She leans over the desk and I flip her skirt up over her ass and tuck it into her waistband to keep it out of the way. This reveals her lovely big ass that is barely covered by her pink panties. I stare for just a moment and then grasp the waistband of her panties. I say, “Last chance to back out!”“I don’t want to back out, Sir. I deserve to be well spanked for being such a slut today!” I slowly pull her panties down to about mid-thigh to reveal the rest of her lovely ass as well as her puffy womanhood. Her lower lips are already glistening with moisture. I caress her ass cheeks and swipe a finger up her wet slit. “Oh SIR!!” she moans.To keep her from trying to protect her ass with her hands, I grasp her wrists and hold them in the middle of her back with my left hand. “Count ‘em,” I demand as I lay down the first hard swat to her alabaster ass cheek, leaving a slightly pink hand print there.“Ouch! One! Thank you, Sir!” I don’t know where she got that, but I like it. I smack her other cheek. “Ow! Two! Thank you, Sir!” I continue to lay down eight more swats on alternating cheeks, watching as they start to turn pink. She thanks me for each one.At ten, I stop and caress her ass cheeks, feeling the slight heat there. “Are you okay?” I ask.“Yes Sir. You’re not stopping, are you?”I decide to throw some of her earlier language back at her. “No, you little slut, I’m not stopping yet!” I say gruffly. “But if it gets too intense, holler out, ‘Yellow’.”I think that I feel her shiver when I call her a slut. She says, “Okay Sir, I understand, Sir. But I’ll take whatever you choose to give me, Sir.” SMACK!!! I spank her a little harder. “Ooww!! Eleven! Thank you, Sir!” SMACK!!! “Twelve! Thank you, Sir!” I continue with her swats until I reach twenty. Her ass is a rather dark pink by now because I have been slowly increasing the force of my swats. Although I think that she is trying to suppress it, I know that she is starting to cry. Once again, I caress her ass cheeks lightly and intentionally pass my fingers over her pussy lips that are so wet that they are nearly dripping. She moans and pushes back.My hand is stinging a little, so I change sides and start spanking her with my left hand. Although I try, I know that I am not spanking her as hard with my non-dominate hand. Even so, her ass is quite red at this point and getting blotchy. In addition, she is crying. I ask once again, “Are you okay?”“Yes … Sir.”“Have you had enough? Have you learned your lesson?”Her reply is broken by sobs. “Quite frankly, Sir …… those last swats … didn’t seem … as hard as … the others. I think … that I need … ten more … to really … teach me.”I’m very surprised at her answer. I switch back to my right hand and lay down the hardest swat yet. SMACK!!!!! “OoooWooo! … Uh … Thirty-one! Thank you … Sir!” I lay down nine more and by the time I reach forty, she can barely count because of her sobbing. Her ass is a very deep red now and I begin to feel a little guilty about making it that way, especially when I feel how much heat is radiating from it.To try to make up for it, I begin playing with her pussy lips, which are now dripping. I don’t quite understand how someone could be so aroused after having her ass beat. I push her panties down all the way and help her to lift her feet one at a time so that I can remove them. I place them in a drawer for safe keeping. Then I push her legs further apart so that I can have easier access to her dripping pussy while I sit in my chair.I stare at her pussy for a moment or two before I start caressing her puffy pussy lips. After playing for a bit and watching the flower of her pussy open while she moans her approval, I slide a finger inside her opening. “Oohh Yeessss!” she hisses as I search for her special place inside. Slipping a second finger inside her hole, I begin to massage her G-spot while gently rubbing her clit at the same time. As I do, I hear a sharp intake of breath and I hope that I haven’t hurt her.However, in just a few short minutes, I hear another breath intake and I feel her body tensing up. “Oooooohhhhhh Gaaaaawwwwwd!!” she moans. I keep up what I am doing, and I’m soon rewarded when she hollers out, “OOOOHHHH FFUUUUUCK, I’m CUUMMMMING!!” Her body then starts shaking and she is hollering wordlessly. My hand becomes soaked with her girl-cum as she rides out her orgasm on my fingers.After her orgasm peaks and starts sliding down the other side, I can no longer stand it. I rise into a standing position between her legs. I unfasten my pants and push them and my underwear down and let them fall around my ankles; I don’t have time to take them off.I swipe my cock up and down her sloppy wet slit a couple of times while she begs me, “Fuck me, Sir!! Fuck this worthless slut!! Please fuck me!!”I decide to make her wait just a moment. “I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready to fuck you!” I say, like I wasn’t already there.“Oh please, Sir; don’t tease me!! Please give me your big cock!! I want it all!!” I place my cockhead against her fuck hole and start pushing into her tight, still pulsing pussy. Although her pussy is very tight, my cock slides in rather easily due to her copious juices. “Oh, fuck yes, SIR!!” A moment later, I am balls deep in my secretary, who is young enough to be my daughter. I start stoking my cock in and out, letting her feel every inch of my invading cock. She says, “I love your cock inside me, Sir!!”“Your pussy is so tight, Trish!! It feels so good around my cock!” I keep fucking her slowly, still not believing what is happening. Grasping onto her hips, I start to increase my pace of fucking while pulling myself deeper into her pussy. She is squeezing her pussy around my cock while I’m fucking her.A few moments later she requests, “Fuck me harder, Sir!! Fuck YOUR slut!! I want to be your personal whore, Sir!! Please fuck me hard!!”Her request to be my ‘personal whore’ somewhat shocks me and sends a surge down my cock. I’m not going turn down a begging woman, so I begin fucking her harder izmir bayan escort and faster. My crotch is smacking into her just spanked ass and I know that must hurt. Gripping her hips harder, I begin pulling her back against me, sliding her back and forth across the desk. She is hollering and moaning unintelligibly as I ravage her cunt with my cock. I decide to add to her pleasure. “You WILL be MY personal whore and SLUT!!” I holler.“Ooohhh GAAAWWWD YEEESSS!!! OH FUUUCK, I’m CUUMMMMING!!” she hollers. Sloshing sounds start coming from our crotches as her orgasm hits. Her pussy tightens around my cock like it’s trying to squeeze it in half.Although I try to hold off, the climaxing woman impaled on my cock is just too much. “I’m gonna CUM!!” I holler. I’m gonna fill your cunt with hot man juice!!”“Fill me up, Sir!! Oh fuck, I’m Cumming again!!” she hollers just as my cock starts throbbing and spurting hot cum deep inside her. “I can feel you cumming, Sir!!” I pound away at her for a few more strokes until I stop and let her pulsing cunt milk my cock.“Oooohhhh Fuuuuck!!” I moan. Moments later, my cock has stopped pulsing, but her pussy hasn’t. Aftershocks flow through her body causing her pussy to clench around my cock. I am still gripping her hips with almost a death grip not only to keep from falling, but also to try to keep my slowly deflating cock inside her if possible. “Oh WOW, Trish!!” I exclaim. “That was something else!”She lifts her head and turns it a little. “Oh, WOW is right!! I’ve never been fucked like that!! Thank you, Sir, I needed that so much! But now I need to stand up, my leg is cramping.” I help her up to standing position which pulls my cum-covered cock from her warm pussy. Seeing it, she chuckles. “We’ve made ourselves a mess, you’ve got cum on your cock and I’ve got it running down my thighs.”“And there aren’t any towels or anything within reach,” I say.“That’s okay,” she says as she squats down. “This slut doesn’t need any towels; at least not right now.” She starts licking and sucking on my cock, cleaning off all of the gooey whiteness of our combined cum. At the same time, she is scooping up what is seeping from her pussy and licking her fingers clean. I am blown away by the sight. When she is done, she pulls my underwear back up and then my pants. While I am fastening them, she rises and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you for understanding my needs, Sir.”“You’re welcome; but I should be thanking you.” I pause for a moment and then ask, “Did …… did you mean what you said earlier?”“Do you mean about me being your personal whore and slut?” I nod my head affirmatively. “Yes, I meant every word of it.”“But I don’t know that I understand why.”She tries to lean back against the desk but the minute her ass touches it she says, “Ouch!” and she stands back up. “My butt still hurts!” she explains. Then she starts her reasons, “It goes back a long way, but my ex-boyfriend pushed it over the edge. See, I’ve had a low self-esteem ever since before my teen years, I was a chubby k** and got teased a lot. When I told Daddy that I wanted to marry him it was because a boy at school had called me a fat slob. But I wasn’t a slob; I was probably cleaner than most k**s. I swore off boys then and tried to cling to Daddy, but that couldn’t go on forever.Fortunately, as I grew older, my proportions changed so that I didn’t appear to be as fat, although I still got teased a little. My ex-boyfriend started off being okay with my weight and then did a total turn around one day because someone accused him of dating a fatty. You’d think that adolescent things like that wouldn’t bother someone who is twenty-six, but it did him. As you know, my self-esteem plunged at that point and the only bright spot was you. You always treated me like I was the most beautiful woman on earth. You were my rock in a very down time.”“But, this afternoon, when you came in and caught me playing with myself and watching porn, I reached a new low. I thought sure that I had screwed up our relationship big time with my irrational need for emotional release and wanting to feel closer to you. I felt lower than low and I just wanted to crawl out of here with my tail between my legs. All this afternoon I was thinking about how I could make it up to you for being my rock … even when I screwed up big time.”She pauses for a moment, but I can tell that she is not done. “When you told me, ‘You are not the only one who should receive pleasure on my time.’, something clicked within me. At that point all I wanted to do was suck your cock so well that you would want me to do it again and again, although I was scared at first. And then you called me a ‘Good Girl’, and I almost melted on the spot. I knew right then what I wanted to do for you …… if you would let me.”“So, you throw yourself at my feet as my slut and my whore …… how does that fix anything?”“I’m not throwing myself at your feet, Sir, I am offering myself to you; there is a difference. I have discovered that I am a submissive at heart … I want nothing but to please the one man whom I love the most … the one who has been my Rock of Gibraltar the whole time that I have worked here … the only man that I trust with my life … and my body.”“But I just beat your ass.”“And I damn well deserved it too! Sometimes discipline is necessary … and it sure was necessary today! And even though I can’t sit down right now, there is no grudge … you gave me what I asked for … a sound spanking. Let me tell you something. While you were spanking me, I suddenly felt a freedom that I’ve never felt before. And with that freedom, came relief. Yes, I cried … but half of those were tears of joy.” She gets down on her knees again. “Will you accept me as YOUR personal slut and whore … for you only, no one else?”I look down at my secretary kneeling at my feet with her skirt still tucked into the waistband. She is looking up at me with the sweetest of puppy dog eyes. Very slowly she unbuttons her top and slides it off of her shoulders. The tops of her breasts are clearly visible. “You don’t have to do that to get my answer,” I softly say.“I know, but I WANT to,” she replies as she unfastens her bra and shrugs it off her shoulders. “I want you to see what you are getting.”“I already know what I am getting. I am getting the most beautiful girl in the world.” I reach down and say, “Give me your hands.” She puts her hands in mine and I help her to her feet. “But since you insist, I want to see all of you. Take off your skirt too.”She blushes, but quickly complies as she replies, “Yes Sir.”I step back a couple of steps and scrutinize her from head to toe. She blushes at my rather close inspection. “Yes, this is just what I thought I was getting, the most beautiful girl in the world.”“You are so sweet, Sir!” She closes the gap between us and hugs me tightly, pressing her firm tits against my chest. She puts her hand behind my head and pulls me down for a kiss … a very passionate kiss. I reach out and place my hands on her warm tits and gently squeeze them. She moans into my mouth. A few minutes later she breaks the kiss and says, “I love it when you play with my boobs, Sir. You can play with any part of me at any time.”“This is going to be a real learning experience,” I say.“I agree; we can learn together.”“Okay. How would you like to go out for dinner?” I ask.“Quite frankly, Sir, I wouldn’t be able to sit down in a restaurant. Let’s just order pizza and we can go to my place or yours, your choice. I want to see if I can feel your cock inside me one more time tonight.”“Insatiable little slut, aren’t you?” I ask with a chuckle, even though my cock does twitch in anticipation.“Yes, I am, Sir, I’m an insatiable little slut. And you’re gonna love it!”

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