The sound of Lee-Anne's voice over the intercom drew Jeremy's attention from the work at hand.
"Sir, Miss Iloh is here, do I let her in?" she asked.
Kachi.
She was the sole purpose of the extra time he was putting into his work, in an effort to ward off thoughts f her, he had drowned himself in his work-that didn't do him a lot of good, so he asked to see her, the only way to get something our of your system was to confront it....right?
"Yes, please do" he replied.
Kachi was in his office in a matter of minutes. He looked up from his work and felt his heart momentarily stop, God! She was gorgeous! Her small frame was wrapped in a grey, knee-length, bandage dress that accentuated her curves so well he felt his dick stand at attention at the sight, who in the hell let her walk the streets dressed in that?!
"You asked for me Sir?" she asked softly in that oh-so-sexy Nigerian accent that complemented her sexiness.
That question and the tone with which it was asked carried a promising message, he would confront this problem alright; and have it screaming his name and begging for him in every language known to man.
"Yes, I did" he replied after clearing the dryness in his throat, what powers did this woman wield over him that got him so nervous? He who had addressed top shots in the world of business and politics all over the globe was suddenly nervous because of a mere woman, what an irony.
He was going to stand up and approach her, but the obvious bulge in his pants halted that movement- she would come to him.
"Well, what for?" she asked when he made no attempt to give further explanation on his purpose for asking her to his office. She approached his desk slowly in her four-inch heels which performed the double tasks of elevating her and showing off her toned, caramel legs that he could already imagine wrapped around his waist while he pounded into her little, tight, wet, willing...
"Mr. Blaire?" she called, breaking him out of his reverie
His eyes moved upwards to meet hers, there was a mischievous smile on her lips- those small, full lips he had wanted wrapped around his cock from the moment he laid eyes on them.
She leaned over his desk- the only item keeping her safe from his ravaging, and stared deeply into his lust-filled eyes, "Do I turn you on, Mr. Blaire?" she asked throatily.
The flowery scent of her perfume, the sound of her sexy, arousing voice, that accent, and the sight of her mouth-watering cleavage calling to him, merged into one and sent his brain-and cock on overdrive. Before either of them knew it, he literally pulled her across the desk and onto his lap, and his hands and lips were attacking every part of her they could reach.
With her moans and sighs egging him on, and her lean fingers digging into his thick, blonde mane, Jeremy's hands roughly fondled Kachi's 36C breasts, and his lips sprayed kisses along her slender neck. He tweaked her beaded nipple, eliciting a moan from her lips, her heavy breathing was like sweet, melodious music to his ears, he had never wanted so badly to pleasure and be pleasured by a woman.
One hand slid lower to her exposed thigh, her dress had ridden up three inches over her spread legs, He took in a sharp breath when he felt her grinding her soaking wet crotch against his bulge.
"Oh God! Mr. Blaire..sir, you're so big" she breathed.
There was no overstatement there.
He hadn't given his size much thought until now, but he knew he was at least ten inches long at full girth- and Kachi was going to testify to not just his length, but his sexual prowess, once he was through with her fine ass.
"Call me Jeremy" he said as his fingers finally found her snatch, pushing her lacy panties aside, he slid one, two fingers into her tight cunt.
"Oh! Jeremy" she damn near screamed as his thick fingers fucked her into oblivion, he reveled at her sounds of unadulterated pleasure and her facial expressions which mirrored how good she was having it, he bit at her erect nipple through the material of her dress and bra, making her whimper, a few more thrusts from his finger and her body's sudden stiffness and consequent wild jerking was enough to let him know he had brought her to an orgasm.
With his dick all set to explode, he slid his soaked fingers out of her and had her on his desk, her dress bunched up around her waist and her legs spread in open invitation. With a speed he wasn't aware he possessed, he had his belt unbuckled and his pants pooled around his ankles. His boxers followed suit, and his 11-inch cock danced for joy at it's freedom, he smiled seeing Kachi's amazed expression, it was time to put this baby to work.
He pulled her closer to the edge of his desk and slowly slid his length into her treasure nest.
"Oh, Jeremy...Jeremy...oh" she moaned. He couldn't get enough of the sound of her calling his name.
"Jeremy, Jeremy.."
Her voice had changed, perhaps receiving the pounding of her life aktered her voice. As she repeatedly called hus name door, the voice grew more distant, he swore he could hear a totally different voice, familiar, but certainly not Kachi's, perking his ears up for better hearing, it sounded like...
Susie!
Jeremy's eyes flew open to find his godmother hovering over him, concern written on her face.
"Are you alright son?" she asked, checking hi temperature, he was sweating profusely.
Jeremy blinked once, twice, and frowned when he realized he had been having another one of those frustrating wet dreams where Kachi was the lead, he had so many of those recently, he considered seeing the family doctor, surely there must be some sort of medication to end this torment.
