“Nathan,” she says nicely. “Yes?” I reply. “Why are you late?” she asks. I respond “I’m sorry, I don’t have a reason I just got up l...te.” She says, “Just don’t do it again Nathan. Make up the 30 minutes before you go home tonight please.” I nod and go off and do my day. A day later and I wake up late again, since my ex-girlfriend left me I haven’t been sleeping, but waking up late is something I’ve never had a problem with before. I rush to get ready and once again get to work late. My boss is. The strong but silent type. He hunted. He fished. He drove a beat-up F-150. The back pocket of his jeans had a faded circle revealing the customary location of his Copenhagen can. (And yes, I liked to stare at his tight ass!) It's true he had a sensitive side. He was a journalism major, a writer for the college paper. But he had southern manners and a southern drawl ("yes, ma'am") and a crew cut to match. We had to wear dress shirts and ties while on shift, but instead of the all-cotton Oxfords. Nice thickness and he didn't lie about the big mushroom head, so pink. i had him sit on the couch and got between his legs. beautiful shaved balls and that big pink beauty standing straight up with he head covered in precum. i looked over at the wife and licked the precum and she smiled knowing how much i wanted this hot young cock. when i put my hands around it i could feel it throb, this boy's cock was hot as a firecracker. i slid my lips down over that big head. mmmmmmmmmm so sweet. now i. But he didn’t stop for a moment. He flipped me onto my back and continued fucking me with my legs held up in the air. He asked me to look at him as he battered my pussy until, finally, he came. And boy did he cum! He pulled out, pointed his immense rod at my chest — and fired, covering my tits and face with fountains of cum while he grunted and groaned. Eventually, he was done spraying my heaving body and collapsed on top of me. Thankfully, he soon rolled off. We were both out of breath but he.