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It was his smell; it was raw and bitter like freshly tilled earth. Every time she was near him she could not escape his scent. Like an olfactory aphrodisiac, his smell excited her every cell, causing her cunt to become slick with anticipation and lust. She knew it was impossible to ever act out her fantasies: he made her feel old at twenty-one; and she was, technically, his boss. But that didn’t stop Alison from fantasizing about that boy, the one who smelled of sex.

Evan was only eighteen, and as the devout son of Christian missionaries, Alison knew the scent had nothing to do with experience. Rather it was something innate, something from deep within that made her certain that this virginal, smooth-faced boy was capable of releasing something in her, taking her to new heights of pleasure like no other man had or could.

On the clock, she told him what to do, delegating tasks and checking his work. Yet what Alison wanted most was to be told what to do, by Evan; she wanted the boy who was the focus of her masturbatory fantasies to take control of her. Although she tried to maintain a professional veneer, it was difficult, especially when he spoke to her. The combination of his musk and deep voice caused every syllable to feel like a gentle stroke of her pussy with a warm, soft tongue.

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It was her voice, or rather, voices: the professional one she used on the phone, the playfully childish one she’d use when she teased, and the way she would sometimes squeal and giggle with delight—sometimes he wished he could be the cause of her squealing. His favorite voice was the soft purr she used to speak to him when they were alone. Although she probably spoke like that to everyone one-on-one, he liked to think she did it just for him. But she probably thought he was some dumb kid, so it was no use.

Earlier that day she was out of breath from moving boxes, and called out for him between pants. Remembering how she had said his name between heavy breaths made his cock start to stiffen. He loved shipment day; those days he was able to watch her bend, stretch, and sweat. He began methodically stroking his ever hardening dick as he thought about how he had caught a glimpse of one of her nipples when she bent over. He loved staring at her full, round breasts anyway, but he had to keep himself from letting a moan escape his lips when he spied one of their rose-colored centers. He wanted nothing more than to take one large globe in each hand, and press them together, creating a perfect valley of flesh for him to fuck. Using his copious pre-come as lubricant Evan began to quicken his strokes while imagining himself fucking Alison’s tits: faster and faster he pistoned his cock in his hand until he was almost there. One more image was all it took: his hot come coating her cleavage. With that thought, his hands were full.

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Their tongues wrestled each other as if trying to escape into the other’s mouth. While moving to the bedroom, Alison and Evan struggled to undress each other without breaking the kiss. Finally at their destination, Alison broke the kiss to push Evan backwards onto her plush bed. Now down only to her lingerie, she climbed up and straddled the boxer-clad Evan as their deep kissing resumed. He placed his left hand on the small of her back right above her ass, and cupped one of her newly freed breasts in his right, massaging it gently. She chose to use her hands to caress the back of his neck, periodically playing with his hair. This stimulation made his hips begin to rise and fall; without missing a beat, she began grinding herself into his lap to meet his motions. In very little time Alison was very close to a large, friction-based orgasm. When she whispered this in Evan’s ear, he flipped her onto her back so he could be on top, and in charge of her pleasure.

Deftly he slipped her panties off, and tossed them aside. Evan took the tips of two of his large, thick fingers and massaged her engorged clit, using his own saliva and her ever increasing wetness to slick his fingers. Her breathing grew heavier and faster, and he knew he was on the right track. Suddenly he took his two now slippery fingers, and plunged them into her, stretching her open. He then fucked her to satisfaction using the long, slow strokes of his fingers, periodically aided by his broad tongue—finally Alison felt his real soft, warm tongue lap at her. Even after she came, Evan continued to lick at her slit and greedily drink up her juices. Using the tip of his nose to stimulate her sensitive clit, he kissed her like he was kissing her mouth, quickly bringing her to another climax.

After finally coming down from her ecstatic state, Alison noticed how incredibly hard Evan had become; he was throbbing and in a fair amount of pain. He needed release—he needed her to release him. She took his rigid cock in her hand, and purred, in her soft purr that he now knew was just for him, that she wanted to feel his come slide down her throat. Her hot breath on his neck sent shivers directly down to his aching dick. She used her hand to guide him to her delicious, velvet mouth. At first she was slow and deliberate, teasing him with her tongue and kissing his balls, using her hand to stroke his shaft. But quickly his urgency became apparent. She took him into her mouth all at once—fucking him with her lips, tongue and throat, her moans causing wonderful vibrations throughout him—until she got her wish, and he emptied himself into her.

Evan looked down at this amazing woman, who had just made him come harder than he ever had, to find her smiling. Her lips were pursed, as if to say that she enjoyed sucking him off as much as he had enjoyed her doing it. Eyes sparkling with excitement, he kissed Alison deeply. He relished tasting himself on her, and began to harden again.

Evan started kissing and sucking on Alison’s neck—she tasted salty, a mixture of his come and her sweat. He kept his mouth on her as he positioned himself on top of her; and she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself for him. Before Alison knew what had happened, Evan was sheathed and the massive entirety of him was deep within her, thrusting in and out. Alison was panting and gasping for air as Evan took control of her. Between breathes she managed to speak, saying to Evan exactly what he needed and wanted to hear. Her words and moans elicited a very primal response: Evan grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed as he continued to ravage her. Alison’s movement was restricted to her legs; she dug her heels into his back, pulling him closer and deeper. Her breasts glistened with sweat that dripped off Evan’s hard body and onto her soft curves, as he continued to toil above her. His strong arms unrelentingly held her down as they both worked toward the same end. Only moments later her walls started to contract and quake around him, coaxing the come out of him.

Both entirely spent, they collapsed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.