Christine

My first job out of college when I was 22 was at a bank in Boston. My boss was a late 40s cutie, professional dress and nice body. Not super pretty but sort of that sophisticated stuck up type of look that made you want to take the stick out of her ass and replace it with your stiff cock. She was divorced and not seeing anyone. I just knew she had a well trimmed but unsatisfied pussy. Nothing ever happened between us but I always felt she was interested but didn’t dare. It was just a feeling I got from her sometimes, nothing overt. After working for her maybe a year something odd happened. She asked me to help her move some furniture at her house one weekend. Since we’d never socialized in any way outside work before I was hesitant but we had a good friendly relationship so I was happy to help her. Well, “moving furniture” started with drinks, moved to making out on the couch, and ended in bed with me fucking her harder and longer than I’ve ever fucked anyone. It turns out she’d had no sex in almost two years since divorced. And even when she was married the sex was rare and very unsatisfying. I told her a woman like her should be made love to on a very regular basis, and when she wasn’t being made love to she should be pounded relentlessly hard by hard cock. She liked that. OMG she was beyond horny for cock in her dripping wet pussy and my young able shaft was just what she needed. It was like she was trying to catch up for lost time in one afternoon. She begged me not to stop and a couple times when I said I was going to cum she pulled me out and made me calm down, then we started up again. She orgasmed a bunch of times and I finally came in her. We agreed to do it again and did from time to time. But it was like the experience freed her to slut around. Like it was the ceremonial end of some post-divorce celebate mourning. And boy she did slut around. When we fucked after that she would tell me about picking men up at out of town bars and how they fucked her and much more..….and would tell me while I was actually fucking her as she clawed my back with her legs wrapped around me . Our work relationship never changed because we had no emotional attachment. We just liked to fuck. I miss Christine.

By Anonymous

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