Boss pt2

Boss pt2Mrs. Michaels lunged at the bed. She landed with her knees by Ross' ears. Her hot, wet cunt was on his mouth. His nose was buried in her ass. Mrs. Michaels had put herself in the 69 position but remained upright, making it clear that he was providing the sexual favor, while she kept her options open."Suck my box, motherfucker," Mrs. Michaels said.Ross pumped his tongue as far inside her as it would go. Mrs. Michaels moaned and dropped her full weight onto his face. Ross couldn't see much, but he could tell that his nose had become wedged into the crack of Mrs. Michaels' ass, almost directly on the bunghole. But he didn't mind. There was no foul odor, only the mingling of her perfume and the musty scent of her pussy.Ross furiously worked his tongue as Mrs. Michaels pinched his nipples, rolling them between her fingers. She let go to lean forward and wrap her lips around his cock. He showed his appreciation by moving from her fuckhole to her clit, where he licked as hard and as fast as he could. He could feel the cum rising in his loins as Mrs. Michaels blew him. But he refused to spray. Not yet.Mrs. Michaels, though, didn't hold back. Ross felt her shudder. She righted herself and let her pussy juice dribble all over his face. When she stopped shaking, Mrs. Michaels flipped onto her back and locked an intense gaze onto Ross."Shove your cock inside me," she said breathlessly.Ross leaped to his knees. He crawled between Mrs. Michaels' legs and set his cock on her wet pussy lips without pushing himself inside. Her body heat drove him crazy, but he wanted permission before making the next move."Fucking do it, bitch!" Mrs. Michaels screamed.He pushed himself inside her. Her cunt felt like a silk purse. He thrust himself all the way in on the first stroke and went at her hard and fast. Not because he wanted it that way, but because he knew Mrs. Michaels would. She confirmed it."Use my cunt!" she yelled, as he pumped away. "Fuck my cunt! Stick your cock up my hairy fucking cunt!"The pressure in Ross' balls had become unbearable. He couldn't hold back any longer without bursting a vital piece of plumbing. Mrs. Michaels must've sensed it."Cum in my mouth!" she yelled.He pulled out of her pussy and lunged forward with his dick in his hand. With his knees by her ears, Ross shoved his cock in Mrs. Michaels' mouth and uncorked himself. The amount of jizz that flowed was almost inhuman. Mrs. Michaels eagerly accepted the entire load. She wouldn't let him take his dick back until he'd squeezed every drop into her mouth.The relief had been sublime.But Mrs. Michaels wasn't done.Without saying a word, she pushed Ross off of her chest and then wrestled him to his back. She positioned her mouth about six inches above his and grabbed a handful of Ross' hair to hold his head in place. Her mischievous eyes met his. Then Ross noticed the white stream rolling off of her lips, toward his. He opened wide.Ross accepted his own salty dick snot into his mouth with as much eagerness as he'd shot it into hers. When the last drop had fallen into his mouth, Ross closed and swallowed. He'd never felt so humiliated in his life.But he liked it.Mrs. Michaels released him with a smile. She disappeared into her closet and quickly returned wearing a silky, blue robe. She leaned wearily on the door frame. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ross could still feel the corset and stockings squeezing his body."Congratulations," Mrs. Michaels said. "I'm promoting you to director of special projects.""Really?" Ross asked. "What's that?""It's a position I've just decided to create," she said."What will I do?" Ross asked."You're going to be my sex slave," Mrs. Michaels said. "I'm raising your salary 20 K a year and giving you another week of vacation. Deal?"Ross looked down at his cleavage and smiled."Oh, yeah," he said."Good," Mrs. Michaels said. "Now get the fuck out of my house."Ross quickly stripped naked, leaving the corset on the floor, and then put on his khakis and blue shirt. He gathered up his computer and duffle bag and made a beeline for the front door. As his hand touched the knob, Mrs. Michaels' voice called down the hall, "Ross!""Yes, Mrs. Michaels?" he asked."Have fun on vacation," she said."Thanks," he said. "I will."Ross opened the door and ran to his car. When he was clear of the driveway, he turned on the radio. He laughed out loud when he heard the song. It was "Vogue." He cranked the volume and sang along all the way home.