When I started to work for the movie production company in September, the most interesting and most heard rumor whispered by the guys in my office was about Cynthia, “the boss’ wife.” According to them, she was a knockout; a tall, sexy, blue-eyed blonde with the longest legs God had ever given a woman. She was seen only at the annual Christmas party that the boss threw at his home in Beverly Hills every year. Needless to say, all the men in the company, married and single, were looking forward to the next Christmas party.
They said that he keeps a photo of Cynthia on his desk, but since I hadn’t met him yet, I didn’t even have that to satisfy my curiosity.
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The day of the annual Christmas Party finally arrived, so my excitement and anticipation of seeing this Cynthia were high. His “home” in Beverly Hills was actually a 12,000 square foot mansion, complete with ten bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a large movie theater, rec. room, tennis court, and a large swimming pool with a large Jacuzzi.
As people arrived at his house, the boss made sure to bring Cynthia around to meet them. When they walked over to me, he didn’t recognize me, so I introduced myself.
“Hello, Mr. Jensen. I’m Mark Hanson. I’m a new employee and haven’t had the opportunity to meet you yet. I work in Animation.”
“Oh yes! Mark Hanson. I’ve read your resumé. Very impressive! Welcome to the company and to our home. This is my wife, Cynthia.”
All the rumors were dead on. She was gorgeous! She was a tall, sexy, blue-eyed blonde! I would have to give her the undefined, but accurate label of “willowy blonde.” She was wearing a short white skirt and a white halter top that emphasized her ample breasts.
I held out my hand and Cynthia took it.
“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Jensen.”
“Please call me Cynthia.” I noticed her eyes narrow as she scanned me up and down.
“Are you fitting in at the company yet?”
“Well, it’s a big place. I’m working on it.”
The boss said, “Come on, dear. There’s someone else I want you to meet.”
Cynthia hadn’t taken her eyes off of me, “We’ll talk later.”
And off she went to meet someone else. I continued to watch her as the two of them made the rounds, meeting everyone. She smiled and chatted with each one briefly, but kept glancing back at me, always knowing where I was.
After an hour or so everyone had arrived, Cynthia had been introduced, and she was free to schmooze on her own. She spoke briefly with folks as she made her way steadily toward me.
“I’ll bet you haven’t had the tour yet, have you?”
“You mean of your house?”
“No, I haven’t, but from what I can see here, it is beautiful and immense!”
“Come on. I’ll give you the fifty-cent tour.”
She put her arm through mine and led me around the first floor and showed me the theater and rec. room, the large gourmet kitchen, etc. I was overwhelmed with the size and the obvious cost of the place, and that was just the first floor of the three-story house!
“Well, this is all the ordinary stuff. Let me show you some really special places.”
She led me to a small door in the butler’s pantry, behind which was a narrow staircase leading up to the servants’ quarters. From there, she led me up to the third floor.
“We never come up here. There are four guest rooms on this floor that never get used.”
As Cynthia led me into one of the bedrooms, she closed the door and pushed me against it, pressed her body against mine, and kissed me passionately.
I was in total shock and at the same time, totally excited by this gorgeous blonde pressing her body against me. I could feel her breathing as her breasts pushed against my chest. Her perfume was intoxicating; her lips soft as I slid my hands around her bare back.
“I’m so hot to have you I couldn’t wait to get those boring introductions out of the way.”
“Cynthia! Your husband is my boss!”
“I don’t care. He hasn’t touched me in three years and I want you right now. We should hurry.”
With that she pulled me to the bed and lay down, pulling me on top of her. We struggled to get my pants down and her skirt up.
When my fully erect cock was finally free, she brought her knees up, took my cock and put it to her wet pussy, and said, “Fuck me hard. I’m so damn horny!”
I grabbed a handful of her soft blonde hair in one hand, lifted her hips with the other, and thrust my cock all the way into her without the slightest thought of whether she could take my ten inches or not.
“Oh! God! God, you’re huge! Oh, fuck me!”
My desire was to be a good employee, so I did what the boss’ wife wanted. I slammed my cock into Cynthia harder and deeper as she put her feet on my back and arched her pelvis up to give me maximum access to her body.
“Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!” She was crying out louder and louder as her climax approached.
I was worried about someone hearing her, so I quickly put my hand over her mouth.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!”
That was better, but still quite loud.
She shook her head to remove my hand and whispered, “I’ll be quiet. Just don’t stop fucking me. I want to cum so bad!”
I continued to pound into her for four or five more minutes until she began to grown and raise her hips even higher against my thrusting.
Then she cried out, “Oh FUCK!”
I quickly put my hand over her mouth again.
“Mmm! Mmm! She was having a spine-tingling orgasm, so I just pushed my cock into her and held it there to let her work with it in whatever way she wanted. She looked so gorgeous under me, my hand over her mouth, her eyes tightly closed, her short blonde hair still lying nicely around her face, humping me so hard that the bed was squeaking and bouncing.
The vision and the feel of Cynthia brought me to a mind-blowing climax of my own. I began to shoot off in her just as her climax was ending. She felt me cumming and continued to hump me as I spurt my load deep inside her.
I was just finishing and trying to catch my breath when I heard a voice from behind me, “Great performance, Mom! That’s a wrap. Dad will love this!”
Cynthia and I quickly looked around to see her daughter standing there using her cell phone to make a video of our lovemaking.
“Patricia! Oh, God!”
I rolled off and Cynthia got up and ran toward her daughter as she backed out the door. I quickly pulled up my pants thinking, “Great! I knew this was going to happen! There goes my job.”
I could hear Cynthia and Patricia in the hall arguing and screaming.
“Give me that phone, Patricia!”
“No way! I’ll just keep it safe in case I ever need it.”
“Give it to me Patricia or you’ll regret it!”
“I don’t think so. As long as I have this video, there’s nothing you can do to me. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll fuck your boyfriend and make you watch! How about that?”
“You would never do that.”
“Just watch me.”
I was able to escape the room and find my way downstairs and back to the party as the two of them continued to argue. But I had no intention of sticking around to see what happened next, so I quickly made my exit while no one was watching. “If anyone ever asks me why I left, I’ll just say it was something I ate.”
THE BOSS’ DAUGHTER
Patricia was blackmailing her mother in order to get me into bed. I wasn’t very reluctant.
It’s been three weeks since the Christmas party and I haven’t heard a thing, so maybe Cynthia and her daughter got things worked out. The longer I don’t hear anything the better the chances that I never will.
Since that day, all I can do is think about Cynthia. She actually seduced me! We had great sex just an hour after being introduced! Even now the images of that day, the feeling of her warm pussy around my cock, the smell of her perfume, the sound of her moans, the feeling of her skin against mine, are still vivid. “God, I can’t believe it all happened! I actually had sex with Cynthia!”
But my worry is Patricia. She has that video and could use it at any time. She did seem very determined to use it against her mother. Not only that, but there was also her threat: “I think I’ll fuck your boyfriend and make you watch!” Would she really do that? How would she do that?
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It was Sunday morning and the phone rang.
“Hi. This is Cynthia. We need to talk.”
“I’ve been expecting your call.”
“Jon is out of town on business. Can you come here this afternoon at one o’clock?”
“Sure. I’ll see you then.”
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“Mark, I’m really having problems with Patricia. She’s threatening to show that video to Jon if I don’t…well you know…let her make it with you.”
“Oh my God! Would she really do that?”
“I’m afraid she would. She’s a very head-strong girl.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it for three weeks. I just don’t know.”
“Is there anything I can do? Should I try to talk to her?”
“What could you possibly say to her?”
“I don’t know. I guess I would play it by ear.”
“No. That wouldn’t work. But I have to do something. I can’t live with that threat hanging over my head.”
Just at that moment, Patricia walked in.
“Hi there. Talking about me?”
“Patricia! I thought you were spending the weekend with Valerie?”
“I was, but I got bored and came home. And look who I find but my Mom and her boyfriend!”
“Mark is not my boyfriend. He’s just…”
“He’s just good in bed? Why don’t I find out for myself?”
Patricia grabbed my hand and said, “Come on Mark. We’ll use my bed.”
I didn’t budge. I had to admit that Patricia was a very lovely blonde, and the thought of having sex with her had crossed my mind more than once in the last three weeks. But I didn’t budge.
Cynthia said, “Stop it, Patricia!”
“Oh, come on Mark. I guarantee you’ll like it. Let’s see if I’m better in bed than my Mom.”
“I said stop it! Mark is not going anywhere with you!”
“Fine! We’ll do it right here.” She started to undress in front of me. She pulled her tank top off over her head to reveal her nice breasts and unzipped her shorts.
Cynthia went over to her, grabbed her arm and said, “Stop it Patricia!”
“Or what? Why don’t I email that video to Daddy right now? He’ll be watching it within ten minutes.”
Cynthia released Patricia’s arm.
“I thought so.” She took my hand again, “Come on Mark.”
Cynthia looked at me with an expression that said, ‘I guess we don’t have a choice.’
I reluctantly let Patricia pull me out of my chair and upstairs to her bedroom. She had a queen size bed; one of those tall ones with a thick mattress.
She turned around, her still bare breasts standing out high and firm, their nipples hard as rocks.
“Well let’s see. How do you want me? Do you want me from the front or the back? Or maybe you would like a good blowjob first? You can choose.”
I was frozen. I felt like this wasn’t happening to me, it was happening to someone else…like an out-of-body experience.
Patricia saw my hesitation and dropped her shorts to the floor. God, she had a magnificent teenage body and the first shaved pussy I’d ever seen! She came over to me and looked me straight in the eyes as she pulled my T-shirt over my head, unzipped my shorts and pushed them to the floor. Then she ran her hand down my stomach to my bulging boxer shorts.
“Well, well. What do we have here? And you were acting reluctant.”
She then dropped to her knees, pulled down my boxer shorts, and took my hard cock into her mouth. She sucked it about halfway in and began a fantastic pumping action with her head.
I grabbed her blonde head in both hands and helped her pump my cock.
I thought, “Okay little girl. If you want this, you’re going to do it right.”
“Take it all Patricia. Take it all or nothing.”
I then pulled her head toward my stomach as she tried to pull her head back. She was good at what she was doing, but she had never done a deep throat blowjob before.
“Mmm!” Patricia moaned as she tried to get my cock out of her mouth, but I kept pulling her head further and further toward my stomach; pushing my ten-inch cock deeper and deeper down her throat. My cock was now too far down for her to moan.
“Agg!” was her first gag. More would follow as I continued to push my cock down her throat.
“Agg! Agg!” and I was there. Patricia had my whole ten inches down her throat and was struggling to pull it out.
I held her nose against my stomach for a few wonderful seconds, then released her and let her pull out, fully expecting to get a verbal tongue-lashing for being so forceful.
But to my surprise she coughed a couple of times and said, “I’ve always wanted to do that! That was great Mark! Come on.”
She took me by the hand and led me to her bed, hopped up on it face down with her legs hanging off. She spread her legs, looked back at me over her shoulder and said, “Fuck me from the back. I’ve never done it that way before.” Then she looked past me and said, “Hi Mom. I’m glad you decided to watch.”
I didn’t even look back. My cock was rock hard and I was focused on fucking Patricia as I put both hands on her small hips and slowly pushed it into her wet and ready pussy.
“Mmm!” Patricia moaned as my first four inches sunk into her.
I pulled almost all the way out and then drove in about six inches.
“Ahh!” She hadn’t taken her eyes off of my waist.
I pulled out again to spread her lubrication around really good, and pushed eight inches into her.
“Ahh! God!” I suspected Patricia had never had eight inches before. She was so tight around my cock that I was sure I was exploring new territory.
One final time I pulled almost all the way out of her, hesitated about five seconds so the anticipation would build. She knew what was coming next.
I finally pushed my whole ten-inch cock into that lovely little teenager.
“Ahh! Oh! God!” She had taken it all with a gasp and dropped her head down to the bed.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Patricia moaned as I put one hand on her shoulder, pushed her head down on the bed with the other, and continued to pump her.
“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” She loved it. Her first time from the back; her first ten-inch cock; and her mother was watching; and she loved it!
She soon cried out as she began to climax.
“Oh! God! Fuck me Mark! Fuck me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
I also began to cum as I shot spurt after spurt of cum into little Patricia, Cynthia’s teenage daughter. “Oh damn! I forgot that Cynthia is watching!”
I turned my head to look at Cynthia and I’m sure my mouth fell open. She was leaning against the door with her hand down the front of her shorts, probably rubbing her clit! She had gotten aroused watching me screw her daughter! I couldn’t believe it!
“Ooo!” Patricia moaned as I pulled out of her. She was still enjoying the feel of my cock inside her, but I had to talk to Cynthia.
I grabbed my clothes and led Cynthia to her bedroom and closed and locked the door.
“Cynthia, I had to do it! She would give that video to your husband.”
But she wasn’t paying attention. Her eyes were looking into mine, searching for something.
“Mark, I am so aroused! Why am I so aroused? Fuck me from the back. I want you from the back. Please!”
“Cynthia, I won’t be able to make love to you until I recover.”
“How long will that take? God, I want you so much!”
“I don’t know. Thirty minutes maybe.”
She then pushed me down on the bed and got on her knees between my legs. She was determined to shorten her wait. She took my cock into her mouth, still wet with Patricia’s juices and my cum. She gulped and sucked and moaned my cock back to life in about five minutes. My God, she had a talented mouth!
When she saw that I was ready, she lay face down on the bed and said, “Fuck me hard, Mark. Hard!”
I quickly got into position between her legs, put my hands on her shoulders, and shoved my cock all the way into her; as deep and as hard as I could.
“Ahh!” Cynthia cried out in ecstasy. “Fuck me!”
So, I fucked her hard for three or four minutes. That’s all the time it took before she climaxed with a loud moan, her body quivering and thrashing on the bed under me.
“Mmm! Mmm! Oh FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!”
I began to cum again, although there wasn’t much sperm available to give her.
When we were both finished, I crawled up on the bed and Cynthia snuggled up beside me as we fell asleep for about an hour. When I woke up, she was kissing my neck and shoulders.
“Mark, I need to tell you something.”
“I don’t care that you had sex with Patricia. She’s Jon’s daughter, not mine.”
“Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that I’m a very sexual person. I need a lot of sex and I need it often and Jon does not provide it. So…I was wondering if I could see you once or twice a week. Jon will never know. I go out with friends all the time, so if I’m gone when he gets home, he won’t ask questions. What do you think?”
“I think I can’t wait ‘til the next time. I’ll give you my address.”
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It’s been two years since that day when I “had” to fuck Patricia. Cynthia still comes over to my apartment twice a week and Patricia once a week. Once, and only once, we had a threesome. I tried my best to satisfy them both, but couldn’t; together in the same bed, they were insatiable; mother and step-daughter fucking me at the same time. God, it was glorious!