Claire Mitchell pressed the button of the elevator to go up the top floor of her office. The elevator doors opened and there he stood, magnificently clad in his Armani. Gavin Davenport, 35 years old and he was 6 feet 2 inches of lean muscle looking lazily at her with those cool blue eyes. Those strong chin and cheekbones with an expressionless mask he had as a face. He had never showed much emotion. Everything that he did was precise and concise, and he did not like to waste time. Claire would do anything just to have this man fuck her with his shaft and his long fingers squeezing her tits. She could feel her canal getting wet as she entered the elevator. She pressed 30 and the doors closed. With him behind her, the wetness between her legs intensified. His cologne drifted into her nostril and her heartbeat accelerated. Yet, Gavin was the enemy and he was going to pay for stealing her dream in becoming one of the partners for this company. They arrived at the 30th floor and went out of the elevator to opposite directions. Claire went to the right and Gavin to the left; and they quietly went into their respective office. They worked late that night. And on that night too, Gavin Davenport would pay for what he had done!
It was 11 o'clock. She checked the clock and went out from her office. Her stiletto clicked on the black marble floor, she arrived in front of his office, and she knew that he was in. She opened the door.
"Good...evening Mr. Davenport. Can...you help me...please?" she meekly asked.
"What is it?"
"I...I...I don't feel...good."
She started touching her head as if she had a throbbing headache. He stood up from his chair and moved towards her. He brought her to the huge settee. She sat there for sometime and she made sure that she was wearing the right clothes for her mission. Her blouse was white and tight with a v-neckline, and she wore her black 34-D push-up bra that pushed her tits to the maximum. Her knee length tight red skirt shaped her hip and thighs and the red stilettos were perfect. At 33, she was a bombshell.
Gavin stood near her and his blue eyes trailed her body from top to toe. At 5 feet 11 inches, she could be a model, but she went into business instead. Her legs were long and lean and with those tits of hers, her waist seemed so small. Claire noticed that his breathing had increased and he could not take his eyes away from her ample breasts. Claire purposely moaned and held her head with both hands straining her breasts even more. The cool blue eyes glimmered and he took an unsteady step forward and started massaging her temple. Those long lean fingers working on her temple and she relished the sensation. A few minutes later, Gavin moved them into her soft short red hair just above the temple.
"Oh...Gavin...that's good! Mmm...you're very good...mmm."
Claire suppressed a smile when she noticed Gavin's cock started to grow just a few inches from her face. Gavin's hands moved to her shoulder, massaging and Claire arched her back pushing her tits even further into his view. Gavin swallowed hard. She then took his hands that were massaging her shoulder and without saying anything; she slowly brought his hands to her face. Claire opened her red lips and started sucking his fingers hard. Gavin's eyes flew to her face and he snatched his hands away.
"No! This...this is...wrong Claire. I'm married!"
"So? Fuck me Gavin. I want you large hard big cock in my cunt!" she whispered.
"No! I...I'm married...and...please leave!" he said before turning around and staggered a few steps to his table hiding his hardened cock.
Claire stood up and walked towards him and she wrapped her arms around his sexy hot body. He moaned loudly as she knew that he wanted her. Her breasts were on his warm back and she moved her body up and down so that Gavin could feel her tits on his back. Her hands moved down from his chest towards his abdomen and grabbed his cock through the soft materials of his pants and his cock answered her. A smile formed on her face, she continued squeezing his cock softly, and she felt her pussy drenched with her juices.
Gavin steadied himself by bracing the chair in front of him. He could feel her fingers through his pants and her big breasts on his back moving. His mind raced with the images of his wife and children but it all disappeared when Claire started licking and nibbling his throat. He moaned again and the sound brought him back to his senses. With one hand, he pushed her too hard and she fell on the floor. He did not turn to look at her. His hands gripped the chair trying to make sense of his predicament. After a couple of minutes, he turned around and looked at her. His eyes were drawn into Claire's bewitching eyes and everything that made sense in his mind evaporated.
