Filthy Boss - Page 38

As I bundled my long hair into a bun and pinned it to the top of my head, I let my eyes take stock of the woman in the mirror. It was something that I did at the end of every day.

Did the day add a new line or wrinkle?

Are my boobs sagging?

Do I have stretch marks on my stomach?

Again, a psychiatrist would have a field day with me.

I was tall for a girl at five-eight, and curvy for my height.

I inherited my mom’s big boobs and round hips. My boobs hung off my chest like two large melons that had never been squeezed. My areolas contrasted darkly against the milky whiteness of my breasts. I kept my blond pubes trimmed short.

I took a deep breath as I brought my hands down from my hair to cup my breasts. I brushed a finger over my nipples and they responded immediately, growing hard at my touch.

I closed my eyes. Suddenly, in my mind, Tanner Wright was standing behind me with his hands resting softly on my hips. His sudden appearance startled me for a moment, but my mind told me to just relax and let the fantasy flow.

I could feel Tanner’s fingers digging gently into my hips. I felt his thumbs at the small of my back, gently massaging the dimples above my ass.

I rolled my head to the side and moaned as he pressed his lips to my shoulder. He nibbled his way up my neck and to my ear. He took my earlobe between his teeth and bit down just enough to hurt in the most wonderful way.

I could feel his hot breath in my ear.

His tongue followed his breath.

He licked the rim of my ear and darted his tongue inside. A shudder went through me as I could feel the hot juices pooling between my legs.

Tanner’s hands came around to cup my tits. He squeezed the nipples between his fingers. He moaned in my ear.

I felt his cock pressing into my back; long, hard, wet from his juices. He slid his cock up and down my back. I could feel his balls rubbing against my ass.

I braced my hands on the sink and wiggled my ass into him. He slid his cock up and down through the crack in my ass. His hands slid down from my breasts and met at my clit. He rolled my clit between his thumbs. I could feel the orgasm building from deep within my body, like a match that would soon start a raging fire.

Tanner continued sliding his cock against me as his hands worked my pussy. He slid his fingers across my folds to lubricate them, then teased my opening.

“Fuck me, Tanner,” I heard myself moan. “Take my cherry. Make it yours forever.”

I pushed my ass toward him and leaned the top half of my body forward, offering my pussy to him. I felt his hands on my hips again as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of his cock pressing into my hole. I held my breath in anticipation. He slid in just the head and paused for a moment. I felt my pussy spreading to accommodate him.

There was no virgin pain as he dug his fingers into my hips and slid himself fully inside of me. I stood on my tiptoes to give him the perfect angle. He started sliding his cock in and out, in and out. My big boobs swayed beneath me with every thrust.

“Oh… my… god…”

My words were carried on gusts of hot breath.

“Faster… harder… more…”

Tanner was hammering into me now. My tits swayed. I moaned and called his name as the orgasm hit.

“I’m... cumming… oh… my… god…”

I squeezed my eyes tightly together and sucked in a long breath as I came. Tanner’s cock plunged in and out of me until I begged him to stop. I felt his touch drift away from my body like a warm passing wind.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, which was fogged up from the steaming water that was about to overflow the tub.

I blinked back to reality and gazed down at myself.

My left hand was clutching my breast. My breast was red from the hard rubbing and squeezing. My nipple stood on end, a dark crimson thimble in a sea of white.

I was standing with my knees bent.

The fingers of my right hand were buried inside my cunt.

My hand was drenched to the wrist from the orgasm I’d given myself.

I let my fingers slide out of me and braced my palms on the counter.

I took in a long, deep breath, then let it out slowly.

It all seemed so real that I turned to look around the bathroom, as if I’d find Tanner standing there.

Sadly, I was alone.

I turned off the water and lowered myself into the steaming tub.

I closed my eyes and smiled as the hot water engulfed me.

I picked up the bar of soap from the edge of the tub and rubbed it between my legs as the fantasy began to replay in my mind.

This time I was a spectator rather than a participant.

You know how they say that if you lose the use of one of your senses, it makes the other senses heighten?

Like, if you lose your sense of sight, your senses of smell and hearing and taste and touch grow stronger?

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