by Sasha Scott
Just to make sure I wasn’t imaging things I slid my hand between her thighs and stroked my fingers along her soaked mound. The way she leant forward, almost collapsing into her desk, while loud, quivering, moans poured from her lips pretty much confirmed my suspicions. She’d gotten wet from me slapping her ass around a bit. She was my kind of woman.
“Are you all done yet?” I asked her as my fingers grinded firmly into her pussy lips, squeezing the tips into the softness of her mound.
“No sir, I got a bit distracted by how you… it’s hard to work when you start touching me like that!”
I drew my hand back and swatted her soft, round ass again, making it jiggle on the spot.
“Should you really be raising your voice to your boss?” I questioned, making her whimper before me.
“I-I’m sorry…”
Being able to tease my boss like this. I really was a lucky guy to have Slut Finder on my side. I gave her ass another quick swatting spank, the redness from my work shining on her skin.
“I guess I can accept that. But if you really want to make it up to me then you’ll start shaking that ass of yours.”
“Sir are you telling me?...”
“That’s right, twerk for me Patricia!” My hand firmly swatted again and forced another squeak to pop from her lips. She was totally under my spell, I was going to make the most of it.
She took a moment to compose herself before she pushed her toned legs up to try and push out her rear before her ass began to shake around. Her hips didn’t seem to move yet her ass was bouncing around in place, cheeks jiggling with a meaty ripple. I didn’t know how woman were able to make such tantalizing movements, especially with how little effort it looked like they were putting into it.
I was the one who almost found myself hypnotized, staring into that thick canvas of dark ass flesh, each cheek shaking and slapping into the other. Skin clapping filled the room and made me throb in my pants.
While Patricia was distracted, trying to work on both the computer while shaking her fat, meaty, behind for me I zipped out of my pants and fished out my erect manhood. I sunk my fingers down deeply into her fat booty and dragged her down onto my lap, sandwiching my dick between her thick cheeks.
“Ah sir!” she squealed out in surprise as she was dragged down, softness compressing around my lap. “You could at least warn me…”
“Patricia I’m a very busy man. I don’t have time for things like warnings. When I have urges they need to be taken care of on the double!”
Holding her cheeks tightly in place, squeezing her ass together I began to bounce my lap, thrusting myself into that constricting sandwich of overly plump behind. Every time my body connected with the underside of her ass I made it jiggle in place, ripples racing upwards from the source of impact, continuing the trend of flesh slapping together being the dominant sound in the air.
She was so soft, it felt incredible around my cock. My hefty sack slapped up between her thighs, spanking into her moist honeypot to coat themselves in her juices while moans quivered from her lips. I throbbed in pleasure with my dick strangled in her plumpness, not being able to contain myself without taking more.
I drew my cock back from that meaty brown sandwich and instead angled myself to aim forwards, kissing her plump pussy lips with the fathead of my dick. Before she could offer any kind of protest I pressed into her body.
A hot moan poured out from her as I arose from my seat to sink my hard member deeper and deeper into her soft, wet, warm insides, shaping them to match the size and shape of my cock. Her legs shook as she struggled to stay standing but I used the force of my body to support her, forcing her to patter on her tippy toes. I made sure my grip on her ass was firm and began to pound into her wetness like a feral beast.
She almost collapsed downwards, having to grasp onto her desk to keep herself up as I took her in a doggy position, fucking my own boss over her desk, in her office. Of course though in her mind I was the one in charge.
“Sir I can’t work like this!” she cried out, hot breaths obscuring her words.
“You’re still going on about that? Figure it out, I don’t care if you fix my computer or not. I just want to plow this thick black ass of yours.”
I began to spank her ass around to prove my point as I stirred up her hot, tight insides with my erect cock. Her insides wouldn’t let me go, squeezing me like her life depended on it with her juices gushing down me and making it easier to put my full force into rolling my hips and piercing her insides deep.
Patricia bit down firmly on her bottom lip and nodded her head, fingers curling up to cling to her desk as he entire body rocked to the mighty force of my body pounding into her juicy pussy.
My cock began to pulse, veins throbbing down my girth as my orgasm was getting close. A part of me wondered if it was fine to just cum inside of her without warning. Then I remembered that I was the boss now and that meant I could do whatever I wanted.
I didn’t warn her it was coming, I already said I was too busy for such things. I just pinned down tightly into her from behind, squeezing her against her desk, and began to release my seed inside of her.
Ropes of my hot cream poured into her tight insides, spreading a warmth through her pussy from my throbbing hose. She trembled, her body spasming in place, suffocating my cock and milking out more and more of my seed. I wasn’t an expert on it but I believed I was not the only one who had achieved orgasm.
The two of us held together in place as we allowed our respective orgasms to wash through us, bodies shaking until the pleasure finally brought us down from our highs.
Slowly I departed from her body, sliding my throbbing hardon from her soft twat, a trickle of whiteness following and dripping down her quivering inner thighs.
“Are you satisfied now sir?” she asked me with her teary brown eyes and panting, thick lips. Her cheeks were stained a deep shade of red, even redder than the markings I’d left glowing from her ass.
“After one round? Don’t make me laugh!”
I caught her off guard with my response and the sudden actions which followed. I pushed her back down onto the desk, scattering over her phone and the various utensils plus paperwork she had lying around. I began to grind myself back up tightly into her behind but this time I wasn’t just content with hotdogging myself into her fat cheeks, I wanted the prize within.
Using one of my hands, squeezing a thumb into her softness to help spread her open, I began to push my thick, meaty, cock into her tight, taboo, behind.
“Wait sir I’ve never done it there before!” she protested, or at least tried to. Her request to the boss was sadly not accepted as I pushed myself inwards and claimed her anal virginity for myself.
Her body jerked up in place as her extreme tightness was opened up around my cock, my body sinking deeper and deeper down into the depths of her behind, reshaping her insides around me. I would be crazy to just thrust straight from the off, I had to make her insides grow to accept my size.
She trembled below me as I remained pushed deep into her body, accustoming her tightness to its new role. Once I felt confident she was in a state to take me I squeezed my fingers tightly into her rump and began to rock myself forward and back, fucking her from behind and sending our bodies colliding together again with slaps of flesh on flesh.
Her pantyhose snapped at the top and fell down around me as she kept on squealing out. At this rate her secretary was going to hear and come to check. I grasped at those tattered pantyhose and ripped out a huge strip which I curled into a ball. I stuffed the makeshift gag into her groaning lips and began to get back to doing what I did best, fucking.
Patricia’s cries were muffled by the gag as I pounded her into her own desk, the entire fitting shaking every time my powerful hips slammed into her tight asshole. Usually I wasn’t so wild but there was something about her body. Her looks, her actions, her skills; they just brought the beast out of me.
When I heard the sounds of squealing had
drawn to a much more reasonable level I slipped the saliva covered gag from her mouth, letting her splutter out openly as she groaned, drool dripping down onto the wooden surface of her desk.
“More used to it now Patricia?” I asked her as she looked up at me with those big, gooey, brown eyes, hot breaths pouring free.
“Yes sir, you just caught me by surprise, was all.”
“Good girl. Then I’ll continue.”
And I did. I grasped back into her ass and began to drill my erect member back into her tightness, making her squeal as she reached over and gripped onto the far side of her desk as it shook and our bodies rocked and clapped together.
Her ass was divine. It was so tight and squeezed me in all the right places, offering very little give and yet just the right amount of grip to send my body wild. The pleasure of another approaching orgasm was building up in me. I was going to fill her ass just like I did her pussy and nothing was going to stop me now.
I pinned her weight down under me and pounded into her from above, her hot moans like music to my ears when I finally hit my limit. I pressed down with all my strength and growled out lustfully, throbbing as I sprayed out a hot torrent of my cum into her body, toes curling up tightly as I shook and released.
We remained locked together tightly as my cum washed through her insides and marked her ass like I did her pussy, filled with the warmth of my orgasm, buried deep into the depths of her body.
“Sir,” she groaned out hotly, “That was amazing…”
“I know,” I moaned out, chest heaving. “I hope it’ll be amazing again this time.”
Wait, sir? Sir!?”
Her cries started up again as I began to thrust myself back into my body. There was no way I was going to be satisfied by just that. This was an A class fuck, and most of all it was my boss. I wasn’t going to be satisfied until every drop of cum had been squeezed out of my body.
Once again my day was filled with pure pleasure. Slut Finder had once again given me a day I would never forget. I was fired for not fixing Patricia’s computer.
Level 3: The Teacher
I had only had Slut Finder for a few days and already it had changed my life. Sadly the main reason for that was that I was fired from my job. I can’t believe I got so carried away with having sex with my boss that I forgot to actually fix her computer.
There was however a silver lining to being fired. It wasn’t exactly like I’d lost the Slut Finder app on my phone, it was still there and it was still activated. In fact it was better than ever and had even moved me onto the next level. I was now at level three and ready to explore all the exciting prospects that presented.
Now that I was fired it meant that my days were totally free of any sort of responsibility and I could spend them looking for beautiful women to sleep with. I had all the power I needed to seduce them in my pocket, the world was now my oyster.
I took myself to the middle of the nearby urban area. There were shops here, some houses, all sorts of people coming and going. With the ever increasing scan distance on the app I could use this spot to find some really juicy women to sleep with.
Already feeling excited at the possibilities I started up the scanning feature of the app and allowed it to send out whatever method it used to inspect the area, my phone quickly being populated with a long list of all the women close by and just how they ranked in the bedroom.
I was excited to see that my scanning how managed to pick up multiple A rated beauties today, more than just the one a piece on my previous scan attempts; those were not what caught my eye however. Right at the top of the list, above all of the A ranks, was my recommended target for the day. Rank? A+.
My naive brain, the one that still had second thoughts about Slut Finder even after using it to successfully hypnotize two women to be my partners, had naturally presumed that A was as high as the rating system went. An A+ rating almost blew me away.
Luckily with the increased scanning range the app also provided me with a guidance system so that I would be able to locate my target. Taking one look at that rating I was instantly chasing after my next slut.
However once I got there my mouth went dry at the sight of the building which I had been guided to. I checked the compass again just to make sure and it was definitely in here. The place I had been taken to was a school.
Thoughts began to race through my head. There was no way I would be able to do something like this! Sure it may have been the best fuck of my life but there was no way I would be able to go with just some kid. There was a magic number and everything below that was not permitted.
With my conscious battling my demons I took a good look at my target, the realization of the location managing to knock my tunnel vision from off the ranking alone.
Name, Rebecca Atkins. Age, 27. Occupation, teacher. Well that lifted a weight off my shoulders.
Dark thoughts quickly melted away and were once again filled with simple minded joy. She looked like a real cutie in the picture and she had Slut Finder’s immense approval, and it hadn’t let me down yet! With my target approved in my own mind I moved into the school building and began to look around.
I was quite surprised I was just allowed to wander around on the premises, didn’t these places have security? Nothing for me to worry about, Slut Finder had twice allowed fate to take me to my lover so I would trust its guidance again.
The locator tool made finding the right classroom a breeze. I quickly managed to find the correct door which was labeled with the name, Miss. Atkins. Taking a peek inside I managed to catch a glimpse of my next partner in the flesh.
She was just as beautiful as she looked in the picture. She had pale skin to match up with her short ginger hair, her eyes a bright shade of winter blue. It was hard to fully appreciate her body from this angle but still I could make out those long, supple, legs. The boys in her class most have loved her.
I began to plan my assault when Slut Finder began to flash a prompt up on the screen, guiding me to the more information section about Rebecca. Clicking inside I found something very useful; her class timetable. It seemed that after this class she didn’t have another one for two hours. High school really was a wonderful thing.
With only fifteen minutes left on her lesson I did my best to stay hidden and run down the clock, trying to keep my pesky erection in control.
As the bell rang the halls, which had been completely calm and quiet, empty apart from me, where swarmed with teenagers from all angles. It was hard to move with them coming from all sides, seemingly out of every door. How did they all manage to squeeze into those tiny classrooms?
With a mission I began to squeeze myself through the masses of children who tried to cockblock me from my lay. I shimmied from side to side, forward and back, and managed to wiggle my way through the blockade of students and into Rebecca’s classroom, closing the door behind me. As I planned there was only the two of us there.
“Excuse me, can I help you?” Rebecca asked me, obviously confused, perhaps startled, by my sudden intrusion.
“Ah yes, I’m… Spencer’s dad,” I lied. Who the heck was Spencer? “I wanted to ask you a few things about his education.”
“Spencer? I don’t think I know any Spencer’s. Are you sure you’ve gotten the right classroom?”
“It’s Miss. Atkins isn’t it?”
Her face was warped in confusion, scrunching up together. Even when she shifted her features she still looked like a thousand bucks. A lot of wet dreams must have her in the starring role.
“That’s me but... “
“Maybe you know him better by another name? I’m sure you’ll recognize his picture. Here, take a look.”
I held up my phone for her to look into and of course she let her eyes wander right into my trap. As soon as she looked into the hypnotic charm in the center of my screen she was under my spell. The sudden blank look which washed over her face was sign enough of that.
I’d had fifteen minutes to burn and look throug
h the different hypnotic actions I had available to me. They’d recommended some sort of student play from me but that wasn’t really my thing. Sure she was a teacher but she did look a sweet, young, thing. Plus I didn’t want to waste the setting we had so I simply switched the scenario around.
Rebecca’s face soon began to take some life back into it, her blues eyes bulging open as my suggestion was filled into her head. Cutely she nibbled on her bottom lip and fluttered her long lashes up at me.
“Sorry sir, I can’t remember,” our roles being swapped. Now I was the teacher and she had been turned back into a student.