The Boss's Slut - S01 E51

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

As the driver merged into the traffic, Deborah asked, "Charles, what

He bent over and kissed her on the lips, ending any further question. When he pulled back, he looked at both of us, "Ladies, please lean forward." I did immediately, Deborah a few moments after while still perplexed. I looked at him and smiled. Although I understood I was soon going to be almost naked in the back of the car, he was going to have Deborah in a similar condition and this time it would be her being fondled and probed on the way home.

He nodded at me and I slinked out of my dress before tossing it onto the passenger seat in front. He and I then encouraged Deborah out of her dress. She protested constantly but never made it too difficult for us. When she was down to her bra, panties. and stockings, I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I didn't allow her to come up for air from my mouth for minutes, my left- hand slinking over her bra encased breast and further down her body to her panty covered pussy. She gasped in my mouth and continued her protests, which were becoming more subdued by the moment.

"No... please, the driver... ohhhhh goddddd... not in front of... ohhhhhh... don't..." Until the no and don't turned into, "Ooo000000 you wicked... ooohhhhhhh... Charles... 0000000..."

I pulled back at her calling his name. I looked her directly in the eyes. "Look at the rearview mirror. See the driver glancing at you at us?" I kissed her again. "You want your husband. You want his fingers between your legs?"

"Oh God, you're wicked such a wicked slut you are." She moaned as my fingers pressed the gusset of her panties between her lips. Her panties were wet. "Wait until oooooo... I get you.... oooohhhhhh, yessssssss I get you home

I heard a chuckle from Mr. Woodburn but he took my suggestion. His fingers snaked under the waist of her panties and dove between her lips and into her pussy. She arched her back and raised her hips off the seat. When she dropped back down, I pulled her back from the seat and quickly unsnapped her bra. She gasped out a protest about the driver again, but we both continued to ignore thern.

I glanced up at the rearview mirror and the driver was indeed glancing between the traffic on the road and the action in the backseat. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

To Deborah, I said, "He's watching, Deborah. He's watching as my hands fondle your bare breasts." She moaned loudly.

I bent to her breasts and sucked on the nipples, then nibbled on them, biting softly and pulling. Mr. Woodburn's hand was stroking furiously inside her panties and she was gasping and moaning louder and louder. I slipped a hand alongside his and sought her clit as he continued to invade his wife's pussy with two or three fingers. My teeth were still pulling on her nipple when she went rigid, her back arching, and her legs shivering as her arms clutched to my head, burying my face in her breast. Neither of us stopped our assault on her throughout her orgasm and she cried out as a second followed immediately on the first, even before it had a chance to subside.

A voice pierced our action, "We'll be at your home in just a couple minutes, sir."

Mr. Woodburn was bent over me as his hand slid out of her panties and he covered his wife's lips with his. I pulled out from between them, looked out the window to find the car approaching the gate to the driveway. I nudged Mr. Woodburn and pointed ahead. As the car slowed to make the turn, Mr. Woodburn was pressing the remote to open the gate.

The car stopped at the front door and the driver was out and opening the door next to me. I looked up at him as his hand came toward me to assist me out. I looked at Deborah who was watching aghast, I looked down at her wet panties and thought. 'At least she still has her panties on.

I took the driver's offered hand and slid along the seat to the door, sure I was leaving a trail of wetness behind me. Naked, I put one high-heeled foot outside, which had the inevitable effect of opening my pussy to his gaze. And, gaze he did. He discretely looked over my body, but not so discretely that it wasn't obvious. He then bent and put his hand into the back for Deborah.

I could hear her inside as she swore softly, then, "Charles! Now, look at what you've done. He's going to see everything."

His chuckle came out, "Yes, he will. But, two of the most beautiful women he's lucky enough to see. You wanted more excitement."

I heard her slap his knee but it was clearly playful by the smile on her face as she slid to the door. Putting her high-heeled foot out the door and taking the driver's hand exposed her similarly, except she still had panties on, though the gusset was pushed to one side. I took her hand from the driver's and hugged her, reveling in the feel of our naked bodies coming together in front of the man. The next thing I knew he was holding the two dresses in his hands.