...I always feel a bit bad about doing that, but its the only way really and I have never known a girl complain afterwards. But the immediate effect is pretty brutal as she gasps as if the air has been forced from her lungs, clutching blindly at the air, looking for something to hold onto and drag herself away from the delicious sting between her legs.

In for a penny, in for a pound : I begin pumping away vigourously. She moans a low primordial, animal groan as my boss presses her face to her groin. She cranes her neck to get a better look at my massive member pistoning into her temp's taught pussy.

I place my finger on her entrance and find, to my great satisfaction, a river of juice spilling out of her tight lips with every stroke. I pump and I pump and I pump, my hips slapping loudly against her backside bringing forth delirious screams and shouts of encouragement now.

I am amazed to hear her demanding to be penetrated harder, faster, deeper. I happily oblige as she twists and flexs her body to draw every possible sensation from my thrusting member.

I could feel myself tiring and pulled her back onto my member and lay back. Without breaking rhythm she takes over and rides enthusiatically up and down my pole at an athletic speed. My boss pushed her face into the heart of our joining and explored it with her long luscious tongue while pushing her fingers into her own hole to unleash the orgasms our joining had ingnited in her.