My Husband's Boss by Falina Minx

Author:Falina Minx [Minx, Falina]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-07-11T00:00:00+00:00

Paul got home shortly after I got out of the shower. I told him to stay away, I was sick. Sick of being fucked would have been more the truth. It was tricky to get the cum soaked sheets off our bed without drawing suspicion but the threat of vomiting tends to keep others away, a trick I learned in school.

Paul seemed preoccupied with something and putting fresh linens on the bed was easy. If he’d known what I’d done with two men on the dirty sheets, I think he might have killed me. Maybe I was more of a big titted blond bimbo than I cared to admit at the time. But by the time John came to my door again I was eager for more naughty sex.

I’d put on some black stockings and very high heels before I worked myself into a very tight spandex skirt that almost covered my tail. A whorish black bra held me out further than hanging over the top of my other bras. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was stunned to see just how much of a little trollip I looked like. God I was excited. The thought of how taboo all this was drove me crazy. I put on the choker, thinking it made me look like some sex slave. He’d have no problem treating me like one. I was ready for it again.

“You look fantastically fuckable,” John smiled as he closed the door, arriving for his visit between my legs. There was no doubt about it, that’s just how I felt, fantastically fuckable. “Turn around and show me”, he coaxed. I turned slowly in a full circle, telling him in a sultry voice that I was a big titted tart made for fornication. I was made for taking his jizz. That’s why I was named Jizzelle. I stepped in his direction, thinking about his big prick. “Stop,” he forcefully spoke.

“When you walk I want you to put your foot down hard, one foot right in front of the other. It gives your fanny a nice swish when you walk and with each step it makes your luscious tits jiggle”. I tried it, wow was he right. I could feel my body quiver with every step. I could see how that might turn a man on, something I wanted to do right now.

He sat down as I paraded for him. “Now lean down and kiss me,” he ordered when I got close to him. We shared a hot kiss. He was fumbling with my choker as we Frenched. When I stood back up I was happy to see that he’d clipped the leash onto it.

“You’re my little French fuck poodle today and I know you want to keep your master happy, don’t you, Jizzelle?”. I just stood there looking at him, not believing all that was happening between us. Could he read my mind? “Don’t you, Jizzelle?”, he said more forcefully as he tugged sharply on my leash.

I nodded my head, “Oui Messier” I agreed, licking my lips torridly.

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