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Everyone knows Victoria loves to stay late in the office after everyone has gone home. Her work skills and ethic was legendary. That’s why Swaezy wasn’t surprised when he walked into the office that night with a steaming cup of coffee.
“I’m coming to keep you company,” Swaezy said, seeing that you have a long night today and you obviously are not going home anytime soon.
Victoria smiled and accepted the coffee with a charming smile at Swaezy.
“Thank you Swaezy,” she said. I have to warn you though, staying at the office at this hour isn’t the most pleasant thing to do and the best way to spend your evening.”
“Really?” Swaezy asked, looking her straight in the eye “you are always here, what could be more pleasant than that?” Saying that, he walked out of her office, and Vicky had to concentrate on the remaining part of her job.
The next morning, Victoria searched untidily through her underwear drawer and found a thong and a matching lace bra. While she was putting on her suit, she delved into fantasies and imagined Swaezy’s finger untucking her shirt from her skirt, ripping her top open, freeing her breasts from the bondage of the bra and then taking her nipple in his mouth.
The night before, Victoria’s mind was focused on the job before her, though she could hear Swaezy moving about in his office, just a few doors away from hers.
She imagined to herself “What kind of sex preference Swaezy would like? Would he clear the table out and f*ck her there on the table? or would he bend her over facing the table and then take her from behind?”
These thought kept ravishing her mind, but there is only one way to find out.
She stood up, got out into the hall and made two cups of coffee. She took the two cups into Swaezy’s office and sighed when he welcomed her with an open smile showing off his signature dimple.
“I come to repay you for lat night,” she said. “A cup of coffee for you,” trying to maintain her composure shying away from his intense gaze.
“I got a question,” Swaezy curiously said. “What tastes better, you or the coffee?” Vicky was shook at the question, still trying to maintain her composure. “I guess there is only one way to find out” she said.
Moving towards him, she set the two cups on the table and walked behind his desk and straddled him. At long last, her imaginations started to come into pieces.
His lips locked with hers was both fire and ice. His hands stroked her hair while his mouth ravaged hers, kissing her deeply like there was something to be dug out of it. Somehow, the kiss felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“You don’t know how long I have fantasized about kissing you, about taking your cloths off like i was unwrapping an exquisite gift.” Swaezy said. He undid her undid her shirt slowly and shifted the cups of her bra until her breast dropped over the top and fell right into his mouth.
He suckled her hungrily, one nipple in his mouth, and the other between his thumb and forefinger. At that point, Victoria thought she would die of pleasure.
(Picture this, a girl you have crushed on for as long as you can remember, suddenly is in the same space with you and you two are about to get down, that feel, and more was what they were felling at the point).
She began to move her hands slowly down his body until she felt his steely hardness come to life. She bent her head and kissed his pulse point, and also behind his ears. She was glad when Swaezy groaned with his mouth full or nipple.
Vicky couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled him up and unbuckled him, freeing the already hardened cock from its barrier. She gradually got on her knees, and took it in her mouth.
He groaned when she took it all in and all the way to the back of her throat. Her tongue really went to work, stroking him, sucking and also massaging him.
She noticed his waist began to move, and so she quickened her pace as he moved his cock in and out of her very slippery mouth with lightening speed.
He held her head, and begged her to stop. “Please I want to return the favor” he said.
He bent down, lifted her off her knee and on to the table. He pushed her already very wet thong to the side and then stroked her with a finger, then two and finally three. She threw back her head with pleasure and arched her back.
His tongue worked on her clitoris, circling it almost drover mad. She pressed his face to her wet p*ssy and moaned softly. Her eyes looked so dim when he pulled his tongue from her.
He spread her legs as far as they could go, and entered her with his tongue, digging dip almost like he was trying to get all the way in licking her inner juice. Vicky moaned and rocked against his face.
“please f*ck me right now” she said. Swaezy looked at her with a mischievous smile and replied “anything for the lady.”
He stood to his feet, lifted Vicky from the table and bent her over. He pulled her skirt over her waist, once again sliding her panties to the side, and slid into her with a smooth thrust till he was buried in till the hilt.
Vicky clung to the edge of the table for her life, he held her waist and thrust into her over and over again.
She matched him thrust for thrust, rolling her hips till they were both panting. He was everything she imagined and more. She was sure she was close to orgasm, but Swaezy stopped abruptly.
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“I am going to hit you from all angles” he said.
He pulled hos dick away from her and turned her around to face him. She sat on the table, supporting her self with her bent elbows and spread her legs out for him.
Once again, he pushed her panties to the side and then entered her with a smooth thrust. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, he then started a quick tempo of sharp and deep thrust.
At this point, he was already getting to his climax. Vicky cried out as her body shook with release, and Swaezy couldn’t hold it any longer, and he exploded inside her in the most violent climax.