He moaned and whispered how soaking wet I was. I moaned as he rubbed my pussy and I opened my legs wider allowing him to fuck me deeper with his finge...s. His lips were on my nipples and my hands in his hair, I grinded harder against his fingers and as I was about to cum he pulled away, he opened his jeans and took out his cock. Oh, that cock was hard and thick, pre-cum oozing at the tip. I knew there was no turning back now; I knew that I was going to let him fuck me.I wanted him more than. As the weeks passed, Emma and Richard fell into an easy routine. She would have his coffee ready every morning when he came in. He would always call her into his office to join him as he was having it. Usually, they went over his schedule for the day, but they chatted about personal stuff too. They were both single and she was sure he liked her. But making a move on a colleague is always a bad idea. Especially when it's your boss. One day he came in in the worse mood ever, and told Emma she'd. Man, that made her hot. She wished she had that kind of courage. How badly she wanted to see his eyes on her perky firm tits. Yes, they weren’t big, but they fit her body nicely, and really she didn’t want too much more. She had a few teammates who had big tits, and they always complained about them when it came to sports. So yeah, they were fine. She inspected them in the mirror like she had done so many nights before as they started to grow in, turning this way and that. Not a bit of. ‘ I had been babbling, but my mind stopped forming coherent thoughts as he closed his lips around the tiny nub of flesh and sucked, flicking his tongue onto it. All I could think, and feel, was “Yessssss!’I’ve heard that many women find direct clitoral stimulation painful and unpleasant, so I must be an anomaly of sorts, because he could rub it, suck it, and tongue it directly, and I was happy as a clam.My body jerked, legs that had hung limp over his shoulders suddenly moving and wrapping over.