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THREE : IGOR DAMARCUS
"No way, you're sleeping with boss? As in the boss?"
The conference room had just been emptied. My juniors, a pack of cute chicks stood there transfixed by my aura. "I may not look like it, but I am."
"So," Cecilia claps the smooth table barely holding up. "What is she like in bed? Screamer, moaner? Is she as quiet as she looks...?"
Natalya stops her. "That's no cool, Cece! I— Does she like to do it before dinner, like she's an impatient woman you know." While I spotted an obvious grin, the other girls passed her weird looks... Yvette butts in. She usually keeps it to herself. But since she's been promoted this year, I think she's growing new wings. "Does she bruise you?" Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
"You guys should get going. I asked first. Right Igor?"
"Cut it out, scrape-face."
Linda sighs. "I think it's hilarious how fast office gossip travels." Natalya is quick to rebuke. "That's because you wanted to nail Igor first!" Score. "Listen, can you at least tell us if she made the move? F-For survey purposes." Cece pleads.
Well.
"I'm not at the liberty to say. Now, if you'll excuse me. Bye ladies."
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At five, the lady I fancy summons me. I waltz into her office after freshing up. "Hey you."
Legs open, she sits undisturbed over the oak table, overlooking through skyline. "Hey Igor. Help yourself."
Oh, croissants. I take one from the picnic basket sitting next to her. With AC on, my pants are almost straining, but I guess it's her tight half white blouse to blame.
"Pick your things from the drawers and be on your way."
"Wha?"
"You heard me." I urge her to finish. "I've decided to take a break from sexcapades... To say the least. This is it."
Shoulders slumping, my voice is lost. "This is so unfair..." Sucks harder than getting fired, unless she's gonna top it with that. Slowly, I watch her climb off. "One last time?"
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The offer is quite tempting.
In her own office, I hold her hostage — blindfolded, she wriggles as I bound her. "Is this tight enough for you?"
"I'm breaking up with you and you're still putting me first."
Screw her.
I straighten her shoulders. God, her bareness feels good. After moments, I flick my tongue against her nipples, which I'd earlier snipped her bras for. "Ohh, ohhhh, gosh Damarcus I'm gonna miss this."
"You better, little vixen."
Without another beat, I suddenly assault her pussy. She lets out a sharp hiss when I begin to fit my fist there, cold fingers shaming her without shedding the skirt or panties, resulting into her stretching and tearing them. So I squeeze her thighs good. "You shaved every inch of you for this, didn't you?"
"I—"
Next, I ordered ice. It was her tool of torment. I gotta say, sucking her A while slipping two of them inside bra... Yeah, feels exhilarating.
Soon, I sit with her own the floor. Opposite, legs crossed, positioning my lower half next to hers. Without warning, I rub it off over her drenched holes. Her gasping increases. "Put it in! Put it in, you dummy!"
"I'm sorry what?"
Clearly, I'm pulsating too. I've never been so hard. Still, I manage to hold back. I'm not letting her go home tonight. "I'll fire you... if you don't... cum inside!!"
"I'll just cum on the floor then."
I pinch her cheeks, a chubby privilege, I'll take everything I can. I sense her clenching legs around my hips to get me to move.
Let's see how long I can keep this.
"I'm not taking my pants off before twelve, ma'am."
Torso colliding, small moans begin to blossom, and well — I keep my promise. "Igor you imbe—" I suck her mouth to stop her, grab her collar as and explore a different world.
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