Breeding My Boss’s Wife(2)

I could keep up an air of indifference if I wanted to. At least outwardly. But when Gabi touched my member, I lost it. I was hers. Whatever she wanted, I was all in (to put in in Texas Hold ‘Em terms).

I felt her guiding me between her legs. Her hands, both shoved between our bodies, were urgently guiding the tip of my member to her eager pussy. I felt the tip of my cock briefly touch against the moisture of her eager entrance.

She gasped. Then I felt her, grasping my cock in both hands, slide it around the wet lips of her loins, and urge it into the slippery folds of her pussy. I felt her heels, still wearing her four-inch “fuck me pumps” clasped under my ass, pulling me into her.

Unable to resist, I sank deep inside of her body. Her dripping wet pussy was waiting for me, and I sank into the hilt in one swift stroke.

I heard Gabi gasp underneath me as I penetrated her fully.

“Oh, that feels so much better than the doctor!” she moaned underneath me. “So hot!”

Absolutely beyond giving a shit, I began thrusting insistently into Gabi’s sodden pussy. With each stroke, she gave out a harsh cry as I skewered her with my turgid member.

“Tell me what you want,” I hissed in her ear as her body began reacting to me.

“Cum inside me!” she urged, her voice coming between gasps as she appeared to approach orgasm.

“Cum inside you?” I asked, as if I didn’t know the answer.

“Why?” I asked.

Gabi was heaving for breath under me as I pistoned my cock in and out of her. She began quaking and I felt her pussy pulsating and quivering as I hammered myself into her over and over. I felt the shocks of the Escalade rocking back and forth underneath us as I rhythmically fucked her.

I saw that Gabi was consumed in an orgasm as she writhed underneath me.

“I want to have your baby!” she barely managed to stutter out as I hammered her relentlessly.

Hearing her words, I lost it. Struggling to restrain my own passion, I lost control and felt the sensations of my own orgasm hit me, hard and fast.

“Oh my god!” I managed to cry out. Then I felt the familiar sensation of my hot seed flowing down the center of my cock and filling the womb of my willing, but forbidden partner.

“Mmmmmmm,” I heard Gabi say as my seed filled her.

“So much better than that frozen stuff,” she moaned in my ear, as my cock quit pulsing.

I lay atop her, with most of my weight held up on my elbows. I heaved for air, almost breathless from the fury of our frantic coupling.

Immediately, as always, I was overcome with a feeling of guilt. I quickly disengaged myself from Gabi as my cock began to soften.

“Gabi, I need to get back upstairs,” I told her. “Jake’s gonna wonder where I am if I stay gone too long.”

Oh, please?” Gabi’s voice came out sounding like a whining little girl. “Stay just a little bit longer?”

“What if Jake comes looking for me?” I asked. The last thing I needed was that. Jake, Gabi’s husband, was also my boss. He would shit a brick if he found me fucking his wife. I would lose my job, my entire career, a great salary, a good boss, and one of my best friends.

Gabi sat up and then moved to straddle my waist. Her lips closed on mine. Her tongue darted between my lips as she kissed me furiously.

“Dammit!” I thought as my cock reacted instinctively. The old adage was true about two things you could always count on. The sun always rises in the east, and a stick prick has no conscience.

Guiding herself atop my rapidly burgeoning cock, I felt it slip slightly inside of her wetness. Then she lunged down on me, filling herself with my now fully erect meat.

“Fuck me again! She whispered urgently. “Fuck me really good!” She began thrusting herself up and down on my cock.

Taking her hips in my hands, I began lifting her up and down on my cock as she rode me, pulling her hard down on my member with each stroke, and listening to her gasp in ecstasy as she furiously rode me.

The Escalade began gently swaying back and forth on its shocks again.





Chapter Two





I snuck back into the office after stopping at a bathroom on another floor of our office building. After checking for telltale signs of lipstick or other dead giveaways, I straightened myself up and returned to my office. I instantly thought back about how I gotten myself into this predicament.

Just out of college, my father was a member of an African Safari Hunting club, where wealthy Dallasites met to swap war stories and share resources for hunting, both in the United States and abroad. Jake Goldman, an aggressive insurance broker was a famous member of this group, and had recently impressed my dad with a presentation he gave about a world record mountain goat he had killed on a safari in a remote part of Kazakhstan. Jake had traveled by plane, train, Land Rover, and finally by donkey to reach the remote area where he shot the goat. Knowing it was a world record class animal, Jake had had it tracked and followed by tribesman for weeks, in preparation for his arrival. He killed it with a single long-range shot from over 500 yards.