Being ridden by his secretary

Jasmine led George to the bedroom before pushing him rather forcefully onto the bed. As he landed, he rolled over, and she quickly jumped into his lap.

Slowly she ground her wet slit against his cock as she leaned forward and pined his arms. “You know, I think it’s hot you are so willing to fulfil her fantasy of being sold.”

George could only moan at her words before he stretched his neck up to suck on her pert tit. She moaned as he did, “Oh, you know, when she finally gets home, if you manage to repurchase her, she will probably still be lactating.”

He shuddered and thrust his hips up as she continued. “Yeah, if not from kids, then the boys are probably going to be sucking on her tits multiple times a day, so she will have huge swollen tits for you to suck on.”

George pulled his head back. “If you were in my position, what would you do?”

Jasmine shifted her hips, and he felt his cock head slide between her lips. With a little more grinding, he felt himself slowly slipping into her. “Oh, if I was in your position, I wouldn’t let Abbey out of my sight. I mean, the boys could get addicted, and if not, do you know how much money they are going to make making videos of them fucking a married woman who was sold to them?”

George groaned, “You mean I might not get her back?”

Jasmine laughed as she sat more upright and continued to ride him. “Well, it’s not often you get a golden goose you can fuck, so why would they give her back?” He moaned again, “When or if they get bored with her, they could always auction her off to fans or sell her cunt as a surrogate,” she leaned forward and kissed him. “I can’t believe how turned on this all makes me.” Jasmine slid her body up and down George’s, her tits rubbing his chest.

“Would you think about selling yourself?” George asked her breathlessly.

Jasmine laughed, “Firstly, I’m sure the B.O.A.B would make a mint if I sold myself to them. I mean, one of them is my cousin. But no, I don’t have any interest in selling myself to them.”

She sat back up, rocking her hips gently on top of him. This time, their sex was softer, more tender and George drank in the sight of his sexy secretary riding him. “No? What about selling yourself to someone else?”

Jasmine laughed, “Thinking about starting your own porn site where you own black women?” she asked.

He grabbed her waist and guided her movements for a few moments before replying. “Tempting though that sounds, I don’t think I could own someone.”

She smiled, “You are selling your wife, but couldn’t buy one?” He shook his head. “Alright, so next question. I told you if you do sell her, you can do anything you want to me. What would you want?”

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