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2024-10-29 19:42:56She hikes her skirt up, inside out over her stomach and she removes her shirt. I must be the luckiest guy in the world. She turns around, exposing her tight body to me as she proceeds to remove the skirt.
Whenever she is looking my direction, I maintain strict eye contact. I want to be professional but I am a man. I couldn’t help but to get an erection right now. I tried but no one can control blood flow mentally.
She grabs the obvious bulge in my pants and drops to her knees. How the zipper on my khakis was holding, I’ll never know but when she unzipped my pants she was lucky I didn’t poke her eye out. I’m standing facing her wall, with my dick out and sliding slowly in and out of her mouth, controlled only by her right hand. Where her left hand was, I’ll never know but it was doing something down near her lady parts.
I didn’t know what to do. What about Holly? I actually had feelings for her, we weren’t official by any means but this mentally felt wrong. Shit, I didn’t even know if she was still at the apartment or if she moved on to the next guy. I mentally tell my boss to proceed.
I lightly grab her by the chin and raise her up to my level. She comes in tries to kiss me but I quickly turn her facing the same wall I was facing. I’m not kissing anyone that just had a dick and pre-cum in their mouth. I bend her at the waist as she places her hands on the wall. Now we’re talking.
With every pound of my dick slamming into her pussy she screams out in pleasure. Next thing I know, I’m thrusting faster than I have ever gone before. As I’m doing so, I’m watching that beautiful ass bounce and ripple slightly with every thrust. It was a gorgeous sight!
I grab a hand full of her long brown hair and pull back really hard. I’m getting ready for the final lap. I’m pounding that ass with every ounce of energy I have left. I’m about to cum, I’m about to cum, I pull out and she instinctively turns about face and drops t her knees.
She opens her mouth wide and I shake my head at her, telling her to not do that. She leans back as I blow the biggest load of man juice all over her obviously fake titties. Right at this moment, mid orgasm, the door opens.
In walks a tall angry black man in a very nice suit, “What the fuck is this!”
I couldn’t stop ejaculating, it felt too good and I couldn’t let that be stopped, “Who the fuck are you?” I respond.
He points to the door with a look of utter disgust on his face and says, “My fucking name is on the door, dickhead!”
I look down at the woman I thought was the boss as she smiled up at me and shrugged her shoulders. Now I’m standing there with my dick in my hand, cum all over this whore with the real boss staring at me as the some of the cum drips from this chick’s tits onto his carpet.
She stands, grabs her shit and I watch her jog over to Mills as he pays her for her time and for the sex I assume. All four of the guys are laughing their asses off. I’m simply trying to get my dick back into my pants.
The boss angrily tells me to go get cleaned up as he points towards the bathroom. Before I enter the bathroom door, I turn and look back at his office. He’s spraying carpet cleaner on the floor and pledge on his desk where my ass was resting.
Mills is literally on the floor laughing. I guess this was a prank to make me look like a prick. Mission accomplished.
I enter the bathroom and clean off my dick in the sink and do my best to make myself presentable to the boss. Mills enters the bathroom, “Gregg, listen buddy. We were just fucking with you. Don’t be mad, it’s funny.”
I angrily say, “Yeah but what about the boss, he’s going to fucking cut my nuts off and make me put them up my own ass!”
Mills still laughing explains, “The boss is a good guy, we get him worked up a lot. Don’t sweat it.”
I chuckle a little bit, “This is going to be a lot of fun Mills.”
I finish washing up and get mentally prepared to go see the real “Boss” now.
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