I entered his office with a steaming cup of coffee and set it down on his desk. He nonchalantly glanced at his wristwatch. It was 8 o'clock.
I straddled his desk in front of him, leaning over with my breasts pressed against the leather top, resting on my forearms and elbows, my legs spread wide apart. My deliciously well-round arse emphasized by my short tight skirt. He smiled, approvingly. Since my first day joining his office, this had become a part of my daily routine.
I heard the rustle of his newspaper as he put it down and stood up behind me. He lifted my skirt up over my hips revealing my bottom and then lightly ran his fingers along my thong panties, down to the damp crotch. He ripped my skimpy undergarment off and tossed my ruined panties onto the floor. I held my breath and tried not to flinch when his hand came down hard on my exposed bare behind spanking the right cheek. Smack! He spanked the left one. Smack! I bit my lip to stifle my cries. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! My eyes watered from the volley of stinging slaps. My bottom glowed red.
He slid his zipper down on his trousers and brought out his semi-erect cock. He took hold of the base and poked the head between my wet slit, stroking it along my folds until grew thicker and harder. His feet pushed my feet further apart until I was balanced on tiptoes. Then, separating the hot burning cheeks of my arse with his hands, he plunged his rigid cock deep into my moist cunt and sawed his cock in and out using slow deliberate strokes.
"We have a few VIP clients arriving this morning." he said, as he plunged again and again into my now dripping cunt. "I want you to meet them at their hotel and arrange the entertainment. I'll leave the details up to you. I will be joining them for dinner at 8.30 pm."
He enjoyed giving me my day's instructions, every morning, when he fucked me. If he thought I wasn't paying attention, he would lean forward and tweak my nipples hard through the fabric of my blouse.
"Are you listening?" he queried.
"Yes, oh yes!" I moaned at him.
He continued to fuck me as I lay across his desk, pounding my body with all his strength. His thrusts slammed my body against the edge of the desk which left a red stripe across my thighs. The china cup on his desk clattered in time to his thrusts and its contents spilled into the saucer below.
I cried out as he wound his fist in my hair and he pulled me back against him while his cock pistoned in and out of my tight cunt. He thrust his entire length in hard and ground the base of his cock against my clit.
When he told me to cum on his cock. I did.
My cum juices gushed out and dripped off his shaft. He kept on fucking while my contractions squeezed his cock. He groaned as he rammed his cock inside my cunt. His shirt was damp with perspiration. He drove his cock in harder, faster. His body tensed, then he groaned loudly as he spurted his cum deep inside me, before collapsing onto my back. He pulled his soft cock out of me and I felt cum leaking down my legs. I grabbed some tissues from the box on his desk and mopped up what I could.
He sat back down in his chair and waited. I turned and dropped to my knees before him. I took his soft cock into my mouth and started to suck it clean. He stroked my hair as my tongue licked around for all traces of cum. When I had finished, I slid his cock gently back into his trousers and zipped him up. I looked up at him. He smiled at me and told me I could go, reminding me to pick up my panties on the way out.
Maddie, his secretary, greeted me with a cheery "Good morning!" when I appeared looking rather disheveled and handed me a folder with the travel itineraries for our VIP clients. "I take it he's now in a good mood?" she remarked with a giggle. I nodded in reply and blushed deep pink when I recalled how he had just fucked me. I thanked her for the folder and dropped it onto my desk. Grabbing my toiletries bag from a drawer, I headed towards the Ladies Room to clean up.
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Later that afternoon I went over to the hotel to meet the VIP clients. The hotel receptionist told me that they had just checked in and that they were in the bar. She said the bar was quite empty at this time of day so I couldn't miss them. I glanced at a mirror on the wall and checked my appearance. I glowed with rude health. I smoothed my clothes down and put a smile on my face.
There were leafy palm trees with large fronds in the bar, with small tables and leather armchairs dotted around the room. I approached the only group of three men I saw there; hoping that these were the VIP clients my boss had asked me to meet. One of them looked up at me. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He was in his early 40s with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a grey Italian silk suit. Very nice, I thought. He introduced himself as Frank. His two companions were Mike and Nick. He invited me to join them and, when I sat down next to him, his smile got bigger. I could feel them all looking me over, approvingly.
A large glass of wine was poured for me. I sipped it slowly as we chatted. I wasn't sure how much wine I actually drank as Frank kept filling my glass, but I was feeling quite woozy soon after. Wine always goes straight to my head. Frank was the most attentive, his arm around my shoulders. I don't remember who suggested that we all go upstairs to the suites but the next thing I knew we were in the hotel lobby waiting for one of the elevators to arrive.
In the elevator, Mike stood behind me groping my arse and squeezing both cheeks in his palms. Frank was pressing against me, kissing my neck while his thumbs softly brushed against my nipples. Nick stood next to me, chatting amicably about this and that as he casually stroked my left thigh, his fingers sliding upwards lifting my skirt up. I couldn't help pushing back against Mike's pawing hands and I thoroughly enjoyed the butterfly kisses that Frank was planting on my neck. I felt very warm and quite giddy, intoxicated with wine. I found it hard to concentrate on what Nick was actually saying.
Nick's hand found my panties and his fingers slid inside, moving slowly across and down between my legs. He spread the lips of my cunt open and I moaned softly as his fingertips stroked lightly across my clit. I gasped aloud.
I felt Mike's hard aroused cock pressing against my buttocks, his hands peeling my panties down as he ground his hard cock against me. At the same time, my nipples were beginning to throb as Frank was pinching them. I felt a tingling sensation shooting down from my nipples as they were tweaked, direct to my cunt. My clit was swollen and ached with pleasure as two of Nick's fingers pushed up into my cunt as he slowly and deliberately finger-fucked me. I squirmed, my thighs all wet.
I staggered backwards, my senses overwhelmed, on fire. I could feel Mike pressing against me, sliding his rock hard cock up and down between the crack of my cheeks. Frank's teeth grazed my neck, his fingers skillfully undoing the buttons on my blouse. I cried out when his mouth found and closed around my erect nipples, sucking.
My blouse was pulled off my arms and it fluttered down onto the floor of the elevator. My skirt was wrenched down together with my panties to form a little pile of clothing around my ankles. I was naked before my brain registered that fact.
The elevator suddenly stopped. Someone had pressed the emergency stop button.
I felt Mike, behind me, pushing down on my back with one hand until I was bent over like a jockey with my arse exposed. He rubbed his cock in my wet slit, coating the head thickly with my juice. He peeled my buttocks open with his fingers, pressed his cock head to the tight ring of my arsehole then thrust forwards in a stabbing motion. With each stab, his cock pushed in further, sinking in deeper. I groaned while he grunted.
Nick squatted down in front of me and pressed his face to my mound, his tongue flicking up and down caressing my clit. He pushed my legs further apart with his shoulders and thrust two fingers in and out of my cunt. I leaked juice over his pumping fingers. I cried out, my breathing ragged as Nick sucked on my sensitive clit. Nick positioned himself under me with my thighs clamped around his face, sitting on his shoulders, holding onto his hair, my cunt exposed to his lapping tongue, his mouth wide open as he licked and sucked.
Frank moved. He stood behind Nick and took his erect cock out of his trousers, stroking it. I stared at his huge cock sticking out at me. He then grabbed my hair and lifted my head up to look at him. He told me to open my mouth and I did. I opened it wide. He slid his cock into my mouth in one thrust until I gagged on it. Frank then reached forward with his free hand and tugged on my nipples. I groaned, a muffled moan on his cock, the vibrations shooting up his shaft. He pumped in and out of my mouth furiously, getting into a rhythm with Mike's thrusts, all the time yelling at me to suck his big cock. I did. I suck as hard as I could.
My body trembled and my legs felt weak. My clit was so sensitive I could feel it spasming each time Nick licked it or sucked at it. I was so close to cumming.
My jaws ached as Frank's cock filled my mouth again and again, he pumped his cock right into my throat. My arsehole clenched on Mike's pistoning cock. I clung tightly to Nick's hair. I screamed as I orgasmed, my scream stifled by the cock filling my mouth. My body shook and my cum juices gushed down into Nick's waiting mouth and dribbled down his chin.