Boss's Girl
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Category:
WWF/WWE › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,006
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Boss's Girl
Title: Boss's Girl
Summary: Tyson gets a peice of his boss's girl
Raiting: NC-17
Disclaimer: no i don't make any money off of this story and i don't own anyof them they are just fun to play with
TRISH AND TYSON TOMKO (M/F) HET
Trish launched a breathless kiss on Tyson catching him off guard. She pressed her breasts tightly to his chest. Her hips bumping his as she sought a closer meeting. Tyson worked his fingers under the hem of her shirt at the same time she unbuttoned the fly on the jeans that he was wearing.
Within seconds she held his rock hard length in her smooth palms. Tyson broke contact with her mouth groaning aloud. Trish's touch was gentle yet bold. Her strokes stoked the flames licking through his groin into a full-fledged fire. He give up trying to get under her tight shirt, he instead pulled the stretchy fabric over her head, momentarily pausing their kissing. The instant the fabric was free their mouths found each others again.
Tyson knew he was playing with fire even kissing his bosses girl, but she was so stunningly beautiful, and he had never wanted anyone with the intensity that he wanted Trish. He popped the catch on her bra and then he cupped her breasts in his rough palms. He greedily licked the swollen mounds of flesh, sucking her right nipple deeply into his mouth. He heard her whimper sexily and it sent his desire through the roof. "Tyson I want you so bad that I hurt" she whispered into his ear.
"I have wanted you eversince the first time that I laid eyes on you" she said her desire in her voice. She kissed the side of his mouth then moved onto his neck. This was all the incentive that he needed as he swept her up into his arms. "No...no i can't wait for the bedroom" she said her mouth bowing into a frown of need. "will the couch do?" he asked heavily. She nodded and he set her down and she shymmied out of her tight ripped jeans revealing the skimpiest pair of thong panties that he had ever seen.
It matched her open bra. Trish reached out and yanked him towards her by the pocket of his jeans. He'd begun pulling his t-shirt off, when he felt her hot mouth on his straining member. Tyson's knees nearly buckled as he stared at her blond hair as she took as much of him as she could, her tounge cradled the sensitive underside of his penis. As much as he hated to stop her he squezzed her shoulders. She looked up obviously confused "Trish when I come I want it to be with you" he murmered sinking to his knees.
Trish automatically spread her legs welcoming him between her slender thighs. He reached the crotch of her panties. Tyson watched as she sank back onto the cushions giving him full access to her engorged womanhood, just below the sataniy fabric. He lightly stroked the growing wet spot then moved just north of the spot. Trishs hips bucked involuntary and he knew that he had hit the target area. Increasing the pressure of his thumb Tyson started making small circles as she tried to fill her lungs with air.
He removed her panties and he tunneled his thumbs into the fleshy core that was her body. Her body coming off the back of the couch. Tyson grabbed a condom from his jeans and he pulled it on and he didn't stop his frantic movements until hee was buried inside of Trish's flesh to the hilt. Filling her like she had never been filled before and then for him everything seemed to stop, his movements, his breathing and then he met her gaze. Then they slowly started working again and Trish stared into Tyson's blue eyes, she tried to hold onto the couch but had to settle with his broad shoulders instead.
She was thrusting up to meet him as he withdrew. An agonizing pressure seemed to build and Trish moaned. As Tysons hard arousal slid inside her tight wet flesh and then her gaze mis ais again. Most men that she had been with closed their eyes when they made love not Tyson, his bright blue eyes grew dark with want as he watched her watching him. She felt connected to him on more levels then just the one at their bodies. Tyson grapsed her hips and hauled her down further so that her bottom rested against the edge of the sofa. He Re-entered her sending her higher and higher, each thrust deeper and faster, her fingernails sank into his shoulders. Then Tyson stiffened and Trish bore down on hiim hard tilting her hips up then down rubbing her pelvis against his.
He groaned and she joined him in the most earth shattering orgasm that she had ever felt. He gasped out her name and she sighed his and she kissed his lips as they slowed theirged ged breathing.
THE END
Summary: Tyson gets a peice of his boss's girl
Raiting: NC-17
Disclaimer: no i don't make any money off of this story and i don't own anyof them they are just fun to play with
TRISH AND TYSON TOMKO (M/F) HET
Trish launched a breathless kiss on Tyson catching him off guard. She pressed her breasts tightly to his chest. Her hips bumping his as she sought a closer meeting. Tyson worked his fingers under the hem of her shirt at the same time she unbuttoned the fly on the jeans that he was wearing.
Within seconds she held his rock hard length in her smooth palms. Tyson broke contact with her mouth groaning aloud. Trish's touch was gentle yet bold. Her strokes stoked the flames licking through his groin into a full-fledged fire. He give up trying to get under her tight shirt, he instead pulled the stretchy fabric over her head, momentarily pausing their kissing. The instant the fabric was free their mouths found each others again.
Tyson knew he was playing with fire even kissing his bosses girl, but she was so stunningly beautiful, and he had never wanted anyone with the intensity that he wanted Trish. He popped the catch on her bra and then he cupped her breasts in his rough palms. He greedily licked the swollen mounds of flesh, sucking her right nipple deeply into his mouth. He heard her whimper sexily and it sent his desire through the roof. "Tyson I want you so bad that I hurt" she whispered into his ear.
"I have wanted you eversince the first time that I laid eyes on you" she said her desire in her voice. She kissed the side of his mouth then moved onto his neck. This was all the incentive that he needed as he swept her up into his arms. "No...no i can't wait for the bedroom" she said her mouth bowing into a frown of need. "will the couch do?" he asked heavily. She nodded and he set her down and she shymmied out of her tight ripped jeans revealing the skimpiest pair of thong panties that he had ever seen.
It matched her open bra. Trish reached out and yanked him towards her by the pocket of his jeans. He'd begun pulling his t-shirt off, when he felt her hot mouth on his straining member. Tyson's knees nearly buckled as he stared at her blond hair as she took as much of him as she could, her tounge cradled the sensitive underside of his penis. As much as he hated to stop her he squezzed her shoulders. She looked up obviously confused "Trish when I come I want it to be with you" he murmered sinking to his knees.
Trish automatically spread her legs welcoming him between her slender thighs. He reached the crotch of her panties. Tyson watched as she sank back onto the cushions giving him full access to her engorged womanhood, just below the sataniy fabric. He lightly stroked the growing wet spot then moved just north of the spot. Trishs hips bucked involuntary and he knew that he had hit the target area. Increasing the pressure of his thumb Tyson started making small circles as she tried to fill her lungs with air.
He removed her panties and he tunneled his thumbs into the fleshy core that was her body. Her body coming off the back of the couch. Tyson grabbed a condom from his jeans and he pulled it on and he didn't stop his frantic movements until hee was buried inside of Trish's flesh to the hilt. Filling her like she had never been filled before and then for him everything seemed to stop, his movements, his breathing and then he met her gaze. Then they slowly started working again and Trish stared into Tyson's blue eyes, she tried to hold onto the couch but had to settle with his broad shoulders instead.
She was thrusting up to meet him as he withdrew. An agonizing pressure seemed to build and Trish moaned. As Tysons hard arousal slid inside her tight wet flesh and then her gaze mis ais again. Most men that she had been with closed their eyes when they made love not Tyson, his bright blue eyes grew dark with want as he watched her watching him. She felt connected to him on more levels then just the one at their bodies. Tyson grapsed her hips and hauled her down further so that her bottom rested against the edge of the sofa. He Re-entered her sending her higher and higher, each thrust deeper and faster, her fingernails sank into his shoulders. Then Tyson stiffened and Trish bore down on hiim hard tilting her hips up then down rubbing her pelvis against his.
He groaned and she joined him in the most earth shattering orgasm that she had ever felt. He gasped out her name and she sighed his and she kissed his lips as they slowed theirged ged breathing.
THE END