Deeply

I don't know of anything better in the world than eating Janet's ass, and look, I've been doing it almost every day for over a year, and instead of getting sick, my desire for her ass keeps renewing itself every day, wanting her again and again, wanting her more and more.
It all started when Janette was working as a clerk in my hardware store, and I noticed the fucking sparkle in her eyes.
Whenever she was about to pick up something from the ground, she did not duck like the others. If I was nearby, she would capriciously pose, keeping her feet firmly planted on the ground and tilting her body in such a way as to highlight the bulge in the air right in front of my nose.
All this was completed with a naughty laugh thrown in my direction, just to check if I was checking the provocation.
At the height of my sexuality, 30 years well lived, I could never steal the fascination of a good ass by offering myself to my gaze, especially Janete's.
Married five years, I've never seen my wife in such a shameless position, as reserved as she's always been.
And that little tramp was there, teasing me all the time, maybe thinking that I, a married shop owner, wouldn't dare harass her, eat her.
In fact, I held on as long as I could. I even thought of sending her away before I did anything stupid. But I gave it time and that little brunette jambo, bright green eyes, wet red mouth, small breasts, big, ragged ass became a curse that eventually got me hooked on it.
I lost the courage to send her away to put an end to that endless agony, but at the same time, I hesitated to come along, for I was afraid of taking a tremendous toll, besides the scandal she was likely to cause.
There was also the risk that my wife would find out about everything, which would complicate things once and for all. The store I was operating had been inherited from her father, my generous father-in-law. There was the risk of losing the business and the marriage!
I barely held myself back then.
One afternoon I saw Janet entering the pantry, apparently looking for some missing merchandise in the store. I stayed in mine, keeping an eye on her. Janet seemed indecisive, lost, not knowing where to find what she was looking for.
I went over to where she was, to help her. Janete started moving around without saying anything, until she came up to me and, pretending that there was what she was looking for, snorted and rubbed her ass against me.
That was enough, it was pure harassment. Yes, the harassment of a woman on a man. Or rather, an employee on the boss. Janet had crossed the line, and if there was no answer from me, I would certainly find myself a bucket. My honor was at stake, my reputation as a man.
The way she was, I hugged her from behind and pulled her body against mine, pressing her butt against my butt, and Janette got all soft and pudgy before she broke away from me and walked away.
I stood there like an idiot while she walked away, but then she changed her mind and turned around, and Janete came back, took her old position, and stuck her ass on my dick.
Touching me, Janete turned her head in the direction of my face and, with her lips wide open, offered, implicitly invited me for a kiss. I tried to kiss, but I couldn't, because she moved away.
The bitch used to play cat and mouse with me, give me a mouthful of kisses and then back off, rub her ass against the cock to excite him, and run off to the store, leaving me with the biggest boner in the world.
It wasn't going to work! Right or wrong, the game had to go all the way. Who did she think I was to act like this? You don't mess with a man like that! Especially not me, I swear.
At the end of the afternoon, I dismissed all the other saleswomen quickly, just after the end of the expedient. Only Janete remained, at my request, because, as I explained, I needed to talk seriously with her.
She reacted to my summons with a mixture of fear and malice. I asked her to wait for me in the pantry while I closed the store and checked the box. The delay was deliberate, to make her anxious about the wait.
The feeling of anxiety, for the sake of the truth, was not her alone. I also felt tormented, I couldn't wait to be alone with Janete's hooded cat, this time completely at my mercy.
I was still undecided between giving her a good scolding and maybe sending her away and settling scores by giving free rein to all the hard-on she'd accumulated in mini with the teasing during the day.
The decision, once again, escaped my initiative, faced with the fact practically consummated. Janete wasted no time and stood waiting for me completely naked from the waist down.
Suspecting my arrival at the lunch counter, she stooped down on a chair and pinched the golden bundle, completely exposed and offered to me.
I didn't think twice, the possibility of sending her away was completely out of the question in the face of the wonderful, erotic armed scene before me.
I pulled the tool out, and it jumped up like a nervous, excited, crazy snake to cozy up in a burrow.
Before that, I tested her reaction by patting her on the ass, and Janete whimpered and shoved her ass even farther.
I dipped my finger in a jar of sewing machine oil and kissed the cook's ass, who was blinking, perhaps from fear, perhaps from excitement.
I also anointed the rosary, to fulfill one of the most cherished dreams of my youth: to eat a donated ass.
I tested the elasticity of the anal muscle by applying a slight pressure to the glans, hugged her from behind, aimed straight and began the penetration, increasing the pressure on the little ring.
She remained steady, determined to get the whole mast up her ass, pressing her butt against me. When more than half the pinto had advanced inside her, Janet made a body sway and shouted "Go deep!"
Janet let out a stronger groan, followed by a sigh of relief, and pressed the sphincter into the turned stick, already fully encased by the hot and tight tail.
"Go deep, go deep, go fuuundo!" she pleaded, overcome with pleasure.
I went in, and I started throwing hard, fast punches, which led to some kind of fun where I threw strong jets of sperm into her.
I don't even know if she made fun of me. All I know is that after she satisfied me, Janet went to the bathroom without saying anything. I also went to clean up, and when I came back, I found Janet with a sullen face, pretending to be sad. She made a small kiss and asked me if I was still going to send her away.
"How could I?" I thought to myself. But I took advantage of that moment of mastery over her to show who was the boss, who commanded there, saying that in order to keep her in the shop, I would require a condition. "Whatever you want, I will do anything" she came forward, desperate, throwing herself into my arms.
"You have two choices, and the choice is yours", he said. "Either you stop teasing me or you give it to me every day", I proposed.
Instead of words, she answered with deeds. Janet smiled maliciously, pulled down her pants again, opened her purse with her hands, and invited: "Go deep, little boss!"