I spread myself with one hand as my other holds your head still so your tongue can taste my juices… I want you wild for me. I want to make you lose ...otal control of yourself until you grab me, and throw me on the floor and fuck Me… And know I’m completely wild for you and have already lost control of myself. I want to give you such intense pleasure the likes of nothing you’ve ever felt before. I stand you back up, get on my knees, and suck your cock into my mouth. I massage your balls with one. I was soaking wet.So there I was being pumped hard from behind, my boss having a handful of my curly hair in his hand. I was now on all fours because he was pulling me back. My full breasts swung in time as he fucked me. All of a sudden, he stopped and pulled out. He parted my ass cheeks and spat again. He smiled and said that he wanted my asshole now…I tried to resist, feeling his huge dick was going to hurt my ass; but my boss grabbed my waist and kept me in all fours, commanding me to be. The room smelled of sex, sweat and poppers. And the sounds of sex too. I could barely believe that this almost boy was so raunchy, so sexual and so predatory in his passivity.I was on holidays in Los Angeles visiting friends and family. I'd been there before a number of times so I wasn't hitting the usual tourist traps. I was mainly spending time visiting with people, good friends I hadn't seen in too long and reconnecting with family instead of the usual emails and phone calls. I was staying. I really wonder about this sometimes. But it’s best not to say things like this- they tend to alienate your audience. Even though I’m hadn’t been a commercial artist up till now, I still have a sense of concern for the audience. I think every artist secretly wants to be loved- for there work and for themselves. When someone doesn’t like you, they tend to be harsher toward your work, and when someone doesn’t like your work, it can feel like a personal rejection, even when it’s not. Amazingly, I.