Harry certainly didn’t feel that was the case but he had to admit his use of words like “ass” “nipple” and the ever popular “pussy” was ... bit disconcerting to literary-minded readers and most females in general unless they were titillated by that sore of nomenclature in a fictional description.His “babysitter” “nanny” and “cheerleader” stories were notorious for their erotica roots presented in such a way as to inspire both males and females to take matters in hand and put themselves in the. Getting under the warm water of the shower, I rinsed off all the hard work of the day.“Who’s the cheating bastard?” I asked her. Washing between my legs, I inadvertently touched my still engorged clit, sending pleasure waves through my pussy. My knees wobbled as I increased the friction on my pleasure knob and sticking my fingers into my wet cunny.Then she told me.“Jesus H Christ!” I stammered, two fingers frozen in my cunt. This was no ordinary big shot. This was Mr. Big himself.“Pardon my. Soon the neck of the bottle was inside me. Slowly emptying its contents inside me. I could feel my belly beginning to slowly swell. Once it was empty the bottle was removed. The boss said I was to keep it inside me or expect to get hurt. Now very light headed and feeling sick I was dragged back onto my knees. Eye level with the boss's cock again. This time I didn't need prompting. Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the fear but without a spoken word I took him in my mouth. Sucking his cock. She was writhing uncontrollably in my arms. Her body was in a full state of spasms. She was breathing short, emitting whimpers of pleasure. Once she finally calmed down, I set her down on her back and positioned myself in front of her once more. This time, I entered her slowly and deliberately. Moans of pleasure slipped through her lips. Her brown eyes locked with mine. This was no longer fucking. We were making love. We continued to come together for a long time, it must have been over twenty.