LOGINThe glass doors of Apex Corporate Tower slid open with a hushed whisper, admitting Elena into the cool, marble-floored lobby. At twenty-four, she was dressed to impress...and to fucking tempt...in a fitted black pencil skirt that clung to her rounded hips and ass like a second skin, a crisp white blouse unbuttoned just one button lower than strictly professional, and heels that made her legs look endless. Her long dark hair was pinned up in a way that suggested it could come tumbling down at any moment. This job interview wasn’t just an opportunity. It was a fucking hunt and she had to get that job.The elevator carried her to the top floor. Mr. Harlan David’s receptionist barely had time to announce her before Elena strode into the spacious office like she already owned it...because she fucking planned to dominate it... David sat behind his massive desk, he looked like he was in his early forties, broad-shouldered, sharp jaw, salt-and-pepper hair, and t
"Touch her," he demanded again. Things were getting more and more heated. Fiona opened Brenda's robe to reveal a revealing translucent nightdress. She moved her hands over Brenda's breasts and bit at her nipple over the nightdress causing Brenda to moan. She moved her hands to Brenda's thighs and slowly started to lift the dress. Her hands reached up to her pussy since the flimsy material was bunched at her waist. Brenda was dipping wet. Fiona's fingers worked their magic as they stroked her and pulled at her clit softly until she friend came. She withdrew her fingers and started to kiss Brenda's throat. Phil was getting tired of being out of the picture so he got up and went to stand behind Fiona. Fiona could feel his hot breath fanning her neck as he bent over her and started to kiss her. Phil moved his hands across Fiona's chest took the robe off her body and threw it across the floor. Fiona arched her back as Phil's fingers found their way to her nipples and
The night went on very quickly with them talking, watching more movies and eating popcorn. To Saar it was a magical night but to Fiona and Brenda the magic would only begin once Philip was back and their friend was sound asleep. That was how it had always been since they started having sleepovers and how they wished it would remain for a long time. "So I thought you said Philip was coming over? I haven't seen him since I got here," Brenda asked casually in the middle of a conversation. "He went out with his friends. He'll be back by two o'clock," Sarah said trying to suppress a yawn. She was getting really exhausted and her friends were far too keen to miss the signs. "Honey, you look tired. How about we get you to bed?" Brenda asked jumping at the opportunity to get rid of Sarah. "But it’s just eleven. We've been up longer than this before," Sarah complained. "We're in our late thirties. Of course you can't expect us to stay up
Brenda and Fiona couldn't wait to get to Sarah's house for the sleepover. They had initially thought it was a horrible idea like they did all of her plans but never had the heart to say it. However that was before they heard that Philip would be over the house for the weekend. For what they didn't care. The simple mention of Phillip brought back all those hot memories they had of him from when they were back in college. It didn't also matter that they were both married and had children. This kind of excitement is what they had been craving for from a while back. But of course they had never shred their feelings with Sarah. She was far too judgmental for them. Sometimes they even wondered why they were friend with her. In college it had been because her father was the dean so it was easier for them to fuck their way through college that way. But now it wasn't important. They had nothing in common and had often considered dropping her but then something a
I plonked onto the desk, my fingers sliding on the hard surface. I sent some pens rolling and landed with my face on top of a folder.Smack, smack, smack.The wet, filthy, pornographic noises… Was that us?He set a punishing rhythm, in and out, to the root. His balls brushed mine. Holding me firmly by my waist, he drove into me like he wanted to gut me with his dick.It was brutal but didn’t hurt at all. In fact, after only a few thrusts, I came.My ass clenched, tendrils of delight spiraled outward from my gland, and I keened with pleasure. I was vaguely aware of the puddle of milk gathering on the desk under me. It smelled sweeter, more potent than ever.In the middle of my orgasm, Mr. Toral lifted my upper body, changing the angle, and it set me off again. His cockhead was hitting the mouth to my womb, the sensation electrifying.I was so fucking full. After the excruciating emptiness, it felt like paradise.
The warmth in my belly seemed to be pulsating, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I wasn’t nauseous or anything. I just felt overheated and…weird.“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me,” I said truthfully.His concerned frown did dangerous things to me, like igniting hope and even more acute want. Oh, how I wanted him to care about me! He stepped closer and leaned in to scrutinize my face. His hot breath washed over me. He smelled of mint and sandalwood.God, I was hard. Why was I getting hard? And wet. So damned wet. I’d have a slick stain on my pants.Yes, I was desperately attracted to my boss, but I’d never had such an uncontrollable, physical reaction to his closeness.“Your pupils are dilated,” he said, holding my gaze.Then he placed his palm on my neck, and I whimpered.Holy hell.“Your pulse is…”We stared at each other, panting. His eyes went wide and darkened.I couldn’t look away.His
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