Taking My Boss By The Pool-Side : Age-Gap Breeding 3 (BDSM Erotica Voyeur Erotica Exhibitionist Erotica Age Gap Erotica): Age-Gap Breeding, #3

By Kimmy Welsh

A new apartment block has gone up beside my boss Mr. Thompson's vacation home and it's really grating on him and me.  After getting a wolf-whistle from an unnamed bunch of guys above us I decide to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch.  Mr. Thompson takes some convincing.  The crowd of voyeurs grows as I take my boss in my mouth and then have him between my legs.  Read how he showers me in his love to the cheers of the onlookers above us!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386599722

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"Are you excited?" I asked suddenly, wondering if this whole thing was only turning me on.

He cleared his throat.  I’m hard as a rock, he said, laughing uncomfortably.

Let me see, I said, sitting up.

No way, he replied quickly, taking his hands off me.

Come on, I said, looking sideways up at the spectator who was still standing there.  You’ve seen mine.  Now let me see yours.

I toyed playfully at the lace of his shorts.

What if someone sees?

So let them see, I said.  They don’t have to look.

I pulled at the knot of his shorts and it unwound slowly in my hand.  He looked down and watched.

Go on, I urged, excited.  I’d love to see it.

Lie back, he said again, and I quickly did as he said.  I’d have been willing to do anything to see him in that moment.

I lay my hands flat and tried to compose myself.  Mr. Thompson stood up beside the lounger and I watched, rapt by the thickness that I could see beneath.

He pulled down his shorts slowly and my mouth dropped open as they fell.  Finally I let out a gasp, staring forwards at his big, thick cock that jutted out impressively from his frame.

There, he said, taking it in his hand and shaking it.

I dropped my glasses down my nose and looked over them, refusing to close my mouth.

How big is that thing? I cried, briefly looking up at him before staring back down.

I dunno, he said, and he seemed rightly proud.

Fuck.

I leaned forward and stretched a hand out, then looked up at him.

Can I touch it? I said.

Go ahead.

He let it go and looked down as my fingers curled slowly around it and I gave it a squeeze.  It felt so good in my hand and I