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Of late they’ve taken to meeting twice a week, Ryan supplies the vigour, his boss, Monica, who made the rules clear from the start, devises all manner of sexual fun and games.
Over the summer he’s become well acquainted with the sensual pleasures of sex with an older woman. Monica’s confidence and abundant curves combining with an innate physical generosity make each encounter memorable. No contraception concerns, no need to fret about being woke. He loves the sensuous details of their liaisons, little chance any woman of his age would wear nylons or be able to afford her subtle perfume.
“Free tomorrow evening,” she’ll enquire, raising a quizzical eyebrow, unphased if he has other plans. No tantrums about imagined rejection; simply accepts he – like her – has a life and arranges an alternative date.
Ryan could tell at the interview; instinctively knew he was simultaneously being assessed for another unspoken role. Not bothered at being objectified, doesn’t have to fake attraction, fancies her as much as obviously wants him. Monica’s no cradle snatcher and Ryan’s clearly no novice judging by his performance to date. Oh, that boyish enthusiasm, and talk about stamina!
Today’s erotic encounter pretty much defines the relationship. In the hotel room their work relationship is reversed, he becomes assertive, borderline forceful. Announces unambiguously what escort gaziantep evi olan bayan will happen without seeking assent. Fine by me, thinks Monica, this is my downtime, choices are the last thing I need.
Assertively he guides, perhaps propels – it’s a narrow divide – her face down onto the bed. Without instruction Monica grasps the metal rails and submissively lets her body be arranged to his requirements. Still almost fully dressed, albeit panties long since discarded, bare bottom raised by pillows. Shapely legs spread in erotic surrender. Monica shivers with pleasure, momentarily recalling the recent sensation of his tongue between her lips – both pairs. Back to reality, she shivers with anticipation.
Ryan kisses her bottom; nobody has done such an intimate thing in years; instinctively knowing how to fulfil her innermost desires. Gently caresses Monica’s buttocks before slowly sliding a hand between her thighs. She moans in response, sensually arching her back, suffused with excitement and lust for his lithe muscular body, the shape young guys were in her youth.
Ryan abruptly delivers a sharp slap to each posterior cheek. “Keep still,” he cautions as livid handprints appear. The subsequent command to “open your legs wider’, elicits instant compliance, pouting pink labia signal her escort gaziantep fetiş bayan readiness to receive him. Monica has already come once this evening, a questing digit pushed firmly into her anus as his tongue teased her clit ensuring a noisy climax.
Hearing the belt pulled from his trousers Monica tenses, heart beating 19 to the dozen, aroused and apprehensive. Feels her cunt moisten, I never got so wet during sex with my husbands, she reflects ruefully.
Holding the worn leather with one hand, he presses the other into the small of her back, pinning the mature woman to the bed while delivering stinging strokes horizontally across the centre of her shapely arse. The shock makes Monica yelp, the affect slow burning and cumulative; her breaths become urgent as she struggles to accommodate this unholy mix of pain and joy.
To be honest when she suggested the belt thing after their last assignation he was surprised. Ryan had never indulged more than playful spanks with partners but hey, it’s actually pretty hot; he’s definitely filing this experience for future use.
A couple of strikes across Monica’s lower rump, she’ll be uncomfortably reminded of them when sitting later. Two more across the tops of her thighs; way too sore, she wails in protest. Ryan seems uncannily aware of her pain bayan escort gaziantep limit, wielding the leather as a catalyst to pleasure, not punishment. He stops, Monica’s bottom smarts, wet pussy aching to be filled. Nothing less will suffice, she needs to be penetrated, purposefully and deeply.
“I want you inside me, right now,” Monica gasps.
“Kneel up,” instructs Ryan. He enters her easily from behind, pushing Monica into a prone position. Begins slowly thrusting, squeezing her tender moons as he slides in and out, a sensation so intense she almost orgasms there and then. “Steady,” he cautions, correctly gauging the extent of her lust, “we’ve a way to go yet.”
Next time Ryan plans to stretch her rosebud with his eager cock; reckons Monica’s ecstatic reaction to his earlier tentative fingering a clear indication of her compliance. He suspects it won’t be the first time her back door has been entered.
Continuing his consummate shafting Ryan feels the first tremors of her incipient orgasm, followed by a series of earthy expressions completely at odds with Monica’s professional persona.
“Fill me with spunk,” she demands crudely, velvety pussy contracting as she climaxes, inner muscles convulsing to milk every drop from him as Ryan too reaches an intense crescendo.
They both know this isn’t a permanent arrangement; his job nothing other than a short-term expedient to fund travelling. When it ends they’ll be no broken hearts, no recriminations, simply good memories. Within days Monica will select a replacement, perhaps a girl, it’s been a while.
In five minutes time he’ll be good to go again, roll Monica over and fuck her gently this time, whimpering and shuddering to a final release. Keeping his boss satisfied, a summer job like no other.
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