What’s Your Status? Do You Like It?

It is a different feeling than when he had fucked her pussy. Her husband’s boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. She senses his presence behind her before she feels him massage her ass. He pushes hard into her and she feels his balls, tight and large, slap against her pussy lips. He moves her hair away from her ear and bends his head toward hers. She can still feel the stranger’s hands on her body, his cock in her pussy. She lets everything else fall away from her consciousness – her husband somewhere below, the awful music, the fact that someone could walk by and see her exposed – in order to focus on the sensations emanating from her asshole and her pussy. He squeezes it between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her to the edge of pain and then pleasure with every touch.