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Boss's Night Out - 2
by Rodger-the-Dodger (address withheld)

***

Boss's night out with boyfriend and his lover turns 
into a daytime tryst with Boss's other employee, 
handsome and sexy, and soon the girlfriend is ready for 
all "comers" in all kinds of places. (MMF, reluc)

***

After the sensual surprise Jerry had cooked up for his 
Boss and us, I was still thinking of his Boss during 
the week. With Jerry, his Boss and me that evening, of 
course, it was a one time, one night only, thing, I 
mean my boyfriend Jerry was a guy who liked to be in 
control, but what worker controls his boss? Right! What 
Boss doesn't show some initiative or a willingness to 
innovate or explore new angles, and I was an enticing 
sexual angle to the Boss. 

Enticing and enticed, something his prick desired, that 
was me, I guess. I was a young woman in full estrus, a 
kind of animal in heat. I confess, I loved sex and 
coming and all the stroking and pretty words that made 
me dizzy, some wine, some petting, a hot cock fucking 
my wet cunt, estrus? 

Yes, it was worth a week's wait to the climax, my 
climax and collapse in exhaustion, sweat cooling me, 
come oozing and cooling my sex and thighs, who wouldn't 
enjoy it all, being the object of their affection. 

Jerry and I continued our lovers' routine of Friday 
sexual adventures, dinner out, sometimes, at my place, 
other places, a drive to the beach for loving or in the 
parking lot of the pub, steaming the windows of our 
car, the occasional surprise.

In the back of my mind, was that glorious night of 
surprise when Jerry's boss insinuated himself into our 
evening. Afterward, Jerry and I didn't talk about it. 
And I certainly didn't volunteer and tell him about the 
Boss's brief Monday morning visit on my kitchen table 
for our "Quickie." So, , was I surprised at a knock on 
my door Saturday afternoon following my usual Friday 
with Jerry? No, but I was not ready just then for a 
surprise from the Boss, didn't know when it would come 
but sure it would.

"Hi," he said as I answered the knock, "Can I come in?" 
and in he walked, with a bottle of wine, a smile. I 
didn't know what to think and "Did" know what to think, 
but what was I to do? It didn't take much for me to be 
ready for a jump! "So how are things?" he asked as we 
walked into the living room, the scene of our hot 
threesome a few weeks before.

I was in a house dress and cleaning up when he got 
there, no makeup or combed hair, no undergarments, I 
was in a natural state, if you know what I mean by 
natural, Then, another knock on the door, what was this 
I wondered? It was a guy who worked with my boyfriend 
and the Boss welcomed him in, introducing him to me, 
What a fine specimen he was: tall, large hands [and I 
knew there was a large "thing" to go with large hands], 
a smile and another bottle of wine.

We sat in my cozy living room, Boss opened his wine and 
we began small talk and sipping, getting comfortable, I 
knew what they had in mind, an afternoon orgy with me 
as the focus. I wasn't so sure of my own feelings, but 
it wouldn't hurt to sit and talk and sip, wine on my 
empty stomach was warming.

They talked of things, and other things, about work, 
and it was like they were talking to each other and I 
was somewhere else other than relaxing on a Saturday 
afternoon on the couch opposite them. How had I come to 
this point I wondered as their inane talk passed over 
me. 

I had begun to have sexual feelings earlier than my 
school friends, probably because my bosom was more 
pronounced than those of the other girls, I was proud 
of my full breasts, the shape of my hips, I stood out, 
as it were, and boys fawned over me in a fumbling way 
as young boys do, rather than over some of the less 
developed girls. It was a sign of distinction. While 
other girls my age were immature. I was mature in that 
way. Perhaps I wanted to live up to my looks.

I wondered about the attention to me and my breasts, 
boys teased, my girlfriends tittered and were jealous, 
and on the way home from school one day an aggressive 
boy I didn't like pulled me into a corner of the road 
and felt me up, and down, his hands were probing and 
rough, I pushed him away, I was indignant, who did he 
think I was, but I was flattered and flustered and when 
I got home, I realized I was wet. He had been crude but 
with his hands all over me my young body still 
responded. I dreamed of him that night as I felt myself 
to sleep.

Later, I spent the night at my girlfriend's house. She 
was one of the less developed of my friends, as most of 
them were, Between us girls those things of differing 
anatomy meant nothing, she was my friend, but my 
development meant something to her Dad and the next 
time I stayed there, he told us he had bought us some 
special nightgowns, What a nice thing that was, what a 
nice man, men didn't get me things, all I knew was 
about boys and didn't know much except for the nasty 
boy who made me wet.

After dinner, he showed his daughter and me our little 
presents, they were pretty and skimpy, and he told us 
to go put them on, We went to her room and tried on our 
nightgowns, there wasn't much to them, the bottoms 
barely reached our knees and when we would sit down, 
well, you know. I told my girlfriend I was embarrassed 
and didn't want to wear it. I could see her slender 
body through the flimsy material She didn't even have 
hair on her yet, she said, "Oh don't be silly, it's 
just my Dad, it's okay." 

So, encouraged and now dressed in our new gowns, we 
went to the living room, the tellie was on, we sat and 
watched a show, her Dad sat across the room but I 
caught him looking at us, actually, he was looking at 
me, smiling when I caught him looking. I felt proud and 
tense, the little nightie against my nipples. I crossed 
my legs. I heard thunder and it began to rain outside. 
My body was nervous from his look. I concentrated on 
the tellie.

Maybe her Dad didn't care how we were dressed. But as 
we watched the show my girlfriend got sleepy, I hadn't 
planned for this part, her Dad lifted her in the skimpy 
nightie, carrying her into her bedroom, I saw the 
crease in her bottom and her hairless pussy as he 
lifted her, so, then her Dad and I were alone in the 
room, watching some show, he came over and sat next to 
me, his arm around me, his daughter asleep in another 
room, just us two, his hot hand, was on my shoulder,.

I knew he could see my body through my nightgown, 
anyone could, and my breasts were the nicest of any of 
the girls in my class, they all said so and it was 
true! I was proud of the way I looked, but I didn't 
know what it would do to others, and didn't know, for 
sure, what my body meant to men. It didn't take long to 
find out, "You're a very pretty girl," he said. "Did 
you know that?" 

I stared at the tellie and wondered about our night. I 
thought about that rough boy making me wet, I was 
feeling that way again now as her Dad's hand moved over 
my arm to my breast, he was warm and nice, reaching to 
my nipple sending tingles through me. I uncrossed my 
legs. I was hot down there. I didn't move away but 
leaned my head on him, breathed against him. There was 
more thunder! He knew. I knew, it felt good and I liked 
what he was doing, it didn't matter my age, or his, we 
were male and female, it was what was happening to us 
that rainy evening as my girlfriend was sound asleep in 
her bed. 

The whole scene scared me and I thought of getting off 
the couch and going to her bedroom. I didn't know what 
her Dad would do next, I was young and inexperienced, 
then it was too late to leave, my body was responding 
to his touches, nipples stiff, turning my body on, then 
he lifted my gown, his hands all over my nakedness, 
feeling my hair, the crease of my legs, his mind 
wondering about me, and my body answering, "Yes! It's 
good, please don't, stop!" And now along the shape of 
my breasts, down at my waist, back and forth petting 
me, my legs parting in a natural invitation to the hand 
of man on body of woman, as things are and, I was 
making his fingers wet and slippery, I couldn't help 
it. 

How different was this from that rough boy but losing 
my breath, dizzy and wet, just the same, my legs 
clinching on his fingers, parting at his urging. He was 
a naughty man, I was a dirty girl and loving his 
touches, it continued to rain. That boy I didn't like 
might try to feel me up again, would I let him do it 
more next time... until his fingers were wet and 
slippery? I was a novice and still asking.

The Boss was asking, did I want more, wine? to which I 
nodded. My house dress had fallen open and he and his 
friend could see I was wandering in my thoughts. They 
had been, after all, boring me with their chatter about 
work. He said: "Come sit with us." I sat between them. 
All three of us were nervous about the next move, how 
to break the ice. 

I thought of that night years ago and how my 
girlfriend's father broke the ice, he liked my shape 
and wanted to see more, the nighties for his daughter 
and me were the thing and then his innocent daughter 
encouraged me not to be nervous about her dad, he was 
just her dad, she said. This was just Jerry's Boss and 
his handsome friend. 

I could still feel his hot hand around me on that 
evening in the past and my nipples were hard then and 
now as the Boss poured some more wine and it warmed 
every part of me, his hand, too, on my shoulder in a 
kind of embrace. I wondered if my thin dress showed my 
hard nipples and glanced down but he lifted my face for 
a kiss, I tasted the wine on his tongue. My 
girlfriend's father kissed my ear licking inside, it 
sent a thrill through my body, now he knew I wasn't 
moving away. I cuddled into him.

I kissed him and he pulled back, not expecting a young 
girl to make a move, Large hands were on my legs, the 
Boss's friend, and he pulled my dress to my waist, I 
lifted for him, four hands on me, my hot body being 
explored by these men. "I'm going to make a woman out 
of you," Dad said as he moved my nightie to my waist, 
pushing me back on the couch, spreading my legs, his 
cheeks against my thighs, his mouth nuzzling me. 

I said, "No. Please!" and put my hands down to protect 
myself.

He licked my fingers and between "You're beautiful," he 
breathed against my skin. 

I pushed at him but I was too dizzy and senseless and 
my body reacting to his touches, his words, his tongue, 
up one side of my cunt and up the other, his tongue 
slipping between my fingers, petting and milking my 
body of feelings. I moved as he licked, undulating on 
this man's tongue and grabbed his head into me. This 
wasn't me, it was my hands wanting his mouth close. He 
looked at me, my fingers on his ears, smiling, and 
began again. I closed my eyes. 

Rain trickling on the roof, wetness along my legs. His 
large hands were hot and probing me, other hands under 
my dress and breasts sucking at nipples and back to my 
mouth, my hands were busy now too, unbuttoning, 
unzipping, releasing stiff cocks, Yes! I already knew 
the large one of the Boss, but a larger, thicker one 
from the pants of his large-handed friend!

A monster cock! I wanted that big thing. What was his 
name again? Six hands, two hard cocks, one wet cunt, 
three adults in heat and lust, I wanted that big new 
cock in my mouth and every other opening but it was 
teasing me, pulsing as I stroked it with both hands, 
touching the wet tip, kissing and licking as it 
throbbed against my lips. Pulling away from me, I 
pulled it to my mouth, it was a devil and I licked up 
one side, up the other as it played against me, alive, 
I turned my body to this new man and licked his cock 
that flexed on my tongue... his salty taste, now... he 
was pushing me on it in a rhythm. My tongue and his big 
cock in a kind of mating dance, 'Mate with me and come 
you monster," my lips urged. The Boss was playing, too. 

He was straddling me from behind, my breasts in his 
hands, his hard cock poking at my bottom, Oh, No! 
Trying to enter me, I was too tight. He was too big. 
Just the head inside and I almost gagged and came up 
for air as he pushed, prodded, exited, stroked my wet 
cunt, wetted his cock with me and pushed again. It 
began to rain outside. I was in doubt about this whole 
Saturday surprise thing. 

I went dizzy with his licking as naughty Dad held my 
bottom with both hands, thumbs spreading me apart and 
concentrating that tongue on me. "You're so beautiful 
you sweet young thing," he said and I let myself go, 
coming on his mouth. He was beautiful. My face and body 
hot, his mouth exploring my little hairy mouth down 
there and I suddenly lifted, spasmed, my lips on his 
tongue, my legs gripping his head. I was feint. 

Breathless. Now he was cuddling me as I cooled, 
thinking of his daughter, sound asleep in her new 
nightie without a clue of what a naughty boy had been 
her dad and what a dirty girl I had been. Then I was 
resting, feeling coolness, in a wonderment of what had 
happened to me, wondering when I could stay the night 
again and what excitement awaited.

The Boss forced the head of his cock into me and 
stopped as my ass adjusted to this first penetration, 
now he was pulling at my breasts, withholding another 
thrust and large hands were holding my face away, I 
hadn't finished him but he held my mouth away from him 
and I looked in his eyes, his giant cock had been 
teased and wanted more, butting my chin. I was relieved 
it wasn't him behind me. The Boss was one thing. The 
monster was something else entirely! 

His fingers smoothing my cheeks, kissing me now, the 
taste of wine from his mouth this time. My cunt ached 
for this prick in size extra large, he read my eyes, I 
was filled with desire for him. Dad lifted me up now, 
smoothing my nightie, carrying me to bed with his 
daughter. I lay there wide awake, listening to her 
breathing, knowing I had a secret, and a joy, I could 
never tell, of her hairless young cunt and mine, all 
grown-up, wet and cool.

He pulled me slowly toward him, across his legs, the 
Boss still inside, my pussy dripping and I inched 
forward, my chest on his, the Boss, his fingers 
stroking my cunt, lubricating his cock with me, and 
moving forward as I moved. still inside, inserting 
more, my taking it gradually, now feeling his balls 
behind, I looked down at the monster cock, its curved 
shape, pointed at my cunt. I kissed him, wanted 
pricking by that thing, he lifted to my opening. 

I could see two pair of balls, one thick tool at my 
box, touching me, teasing and I suddenly exhaled 
sitting down as it spread me, entered me and I was 
doubly touched and in a delirium at these two men and 
their double surprise for me. One thrust in; another 
thrust, balls against my body, all over my body, as I 
was being pumped and fucked, cunt and ass, cunt and 
ass, the rain was heavy now, a downpour, and then it 
was my turn to move and respond to these two beautiful 
men with cocks, hands and mouths, This was more than I 
wanted. 

I was helpless and wanted it all, a total body fucking, 
I thought of leaving and wanted to stay, of going to my 
room and my mind was gone, I was all hot body, all hot 
cunt, all hot ass, every part feeling, mindless, I was 
breathless, senseless, fucking and coming all at once, 
all at the right places, he pulled up my house dress 
and grabbed at my waist impaling my cunt on his 
monster, as he came in full jets and the Boss holding 
my breasts as he fucked me from behind, both men 
filling me, touching deep, my whole body was in 
movement, in feeling, pulsing, gasping, orgasmic 
animal, grunting: "Uh, uh, uh!" Coming, spasms, 
stroking, feinting into arms.

I collapsed on him, I had been had and I had had it. He 
withdrew, breathing in my ear, whispering fuck words, 
cunt and ass words, cock words, thrilling me. 
Exhausted. All emotion drained. My face flushed. My 
body wet. I reached for their cocks, stroking them 
down, then, suddenly tired. I could not move as they 
petted me down, covered me with my dress, held my face 
and legs, kissed me with their delicious wine kisses.

My girlfriend awoke in the morning. She looked over at 
me and I wondered if I looked any different after her 
Dad had made me come. The Boss and his friend were very 
quiet. What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. 
And I had all day to rest and dream. 

I wondered if I would look any different to my 
boyfriend after they had made me come so desperately 
hard. Whether my boyfriend's cock would still satisfy 
me, but at that moment I didn't care. Some things are 
just too good to worry about. The sun had come out. 
What a beautiful day!

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