His orgasm blew him away. He also cried out loud, and with newfound strength, he plunged even deeper into her vagina, burying his penis almost up to the hilt. He was so fully inside her. He was feeling her flesh in every inch of his cock, and the thought made his orgasm even stronger. He spilled his hot fluids inside her, filling every inch of her with his exotic juices. Just as he thought it was over, he came again. He shivered violently too and collapsed on top of Bianca, spent. His breathing grew harsher. As his chest rose and fell, he felt her breasts against his chest. He reached out with one hand and cupped one breast.
The smell of sweat and come filled the air. When Ben felt he could catch his breath just fine, he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Bianca, still breathing quite harshly. She was very sweaty, but the glistening sweat only added to her appeal. Ben grinned. Boy, was this going to be a fun two-week vacation.
“What are you smiling at?” Bianca asked, still panting slightly.
Ben grinned. “It was nice meeting you, Bianca.”
Bianca smiled back. She was glad to have met Ben too. Boy, was this one steamy babysitting session!
The Boss and I
When I came to, the boss was on top of me. He was sweating, grunting, and breathing in short, sharp bursts. His dark hair, already thinning at the top, was matted with sweat and sticking to his bulging forehead. He was in his late forties, and he had long abandoned taking care of himself in the last decade. His belly bounced along as his hips made thrusting motions. It made an ugly sight. The sight of his disgusting gut bouncing along to his motions brought a fresh wave of loathing in me. But beneath the loathing, there was also pity. He was getting older, yet his daughter was still so young.
He had married quite early, but his wife had conceived very late. They were overjoyed when their daughter came into the world, but fate can be terribly cruel. Their daughter, Isabella, was only three years old when the boss’s wife had a fatal heart attack. Since then, he had been raising Isabella on his own. The tragedy happened five years ago. Isabella, now eight years old, had grown as a sweet, cheerful child. I know this because we’re next-door neighbors and I babysit her regularly. Yes, the boss and I live next door to each other, but it wasn’t until I was twenty-one when he started to hit on me and we began this so-called sexual affair.
The boss may be round and bulging, but he wasn’t bad looking. His face, just like his brown eyes, was clear and smooth. He had large yet surprisingly gentle hands. His cock wasn’t the biggest I saw, but it was one of the fattest, and it fit perfectly inside me. The boss sometimes made me do crazy acts in bed, but he never hurt me. He always made sure I was okay and comfortable with something before he made me do it. I don’t love the boss. I don’t think I’ll ever love him. But in his own twisted way, he was a kind man. He’s all I have for now, and that is good enough for me.
The whole thing began innocently enough. It was a usual Saturday afternoon. My mother was out shopping. Elle, my younger sister, was out with her friends. I was all alone. The afternoon was sticky and heavy with humidity, so I decided to hang out in the backyard to cool myself off. Since I had the pool all to myself, I decided to swim a few laps. I changed into my favorite black string bikini, which also happened to be the skimpiest pair I own. I don’t wear it often, only when I’m at pool parties with my closest gal pals. My friends have seen the bikini plenty of times, but they always gasp and gush over it every time I wear it. Yes, it’s that scandalous. Throw in the fact that I have an amazing hourglass-shaped body, and there’s your lethal combination.
Since my mom wasn’t around, I figured it was perfectly safe to wear the string bikini. My mom was far from being a prude, but she had her limits, and I know the too-revealing bikini went past her limits. As I strutted across the kitchen to the pool, I felt bold, confident and, yes, sexy. I looked down at myself. My firm medium-size breasts stared back, straining against the small fabric that held them in place. My stomach was flat as a board, and my legs were almost a mile long. I looked good, and I knew it. I had smeared some tinted sunscreen on, and the liquid made my skin look golden. For a brief moment, I thought of Victor, my ex-boyfriend. He would die when he saw me in my bikini; I just knew he would. Then I snapped out of my thoughts. Victor didn’t matter now. He was a thing of the past. I swept thoughts of him off my head and focused on having some fun and quality me-time instead.
There were two lounge chairs on each end of the pool. I chose the one that was placed directly across the boss’s house. I liked seeing their property. Their house wasn’t spectacularly big, but it looked neat and trim, as if it was built with a purpose in mind. The house looked professional, and the land around it was dotted with greenery: trees, vines, shrubs, the works. My mom had told me the boss had told her he wanted to be surrounded with everything green. She thought it was weird for a man to like so much green, but I didn’t mind. All that green was relaxing, which was why I decided to sit across all that green view in the first place.