Our meeting was definitely delayed, for the second hour my interlocutor, a bald man in huge glasses and a fashionable suit, tried to prove that their equipment is superior to its competitors and that is why it costs such big money. I bent my "you are ruining us!". However, my stubbornness was not caused by the high prices of partners or the plight of my company. Perhaps the price was quite fair, our funds allowed us not to bargain on it to agree. My problem was different. Yesterday, I again quarreled with my beloved, my Olya somehow found out about Lily, my new mistress. The whole evening of one big tantrum. I ended up slamming the door, I wandered through the streets until three at night, smoked a wagon of cigarettes and drank a small cart of vodka.

Since yesterday I could not even insert words, today I played at the supplier. The first hour of the talks I did was just yelling (and without reason), and now with a malicious smile, I listened to the excuses of Peter Konstantinovich, this aging mod.

In addition to the quarrel with his wife, there was another reason to disrupt the anger on this particular comrade. When I entered his office, I had the opportunity to get a good look at his secretary. Red-haired beauty with puffy cheeks and a model figure, and even in a miniskirt and a see-through shirt. Everything became clear at first glance: a young slut of eighteen, from the series "Intimacy not to offer, suction for wages." After meeting her, I simply had to shout at Pyotr Konstantinovich, because I could not afford to get such a secret room that would have pleased me a couple of times a day - my wife often visited me in the office to make sure I was loyal. You had to keep a middle-aged woman as a secretary, of course, she worked well, but do you need secretaries for work?

Remembering Julia’s pretty legs, it seems that this officework muse was so called that I sat outside the door, I smiled again. My interlocutor took this as a good omen.

- So, you sign a new contract? - with a smile of hope asked Peter Konstantinovich.

“Of course not,” I snapped, “I think it's time for me to leave, otherwise I only waste time.”

- Oh, what you do! Please wait a moment.

Frightened man jumped up and ran into the corridor. He did not close the door, and I was able to see how my interlocutor nervously cracks the secretary. She began to blush, but listened attentively, and finally nodded in agreement.

Peter Konstantinovich smiled contentedly and turned to me:

“I will leave you for a while, but for now Yulenka will take care of you, sorry,” he said quietly, and turned to leave.

I blinked in surprise, at first I wanted to be outraged, but I realized that his unexpectedly calm and confident tone brought me to confusion. I sat comfortably in the chair and began to invent reasons for which Peter Konstantinovich could leave like this.

The door opened and Julia entered with a tray. Lingering, she locked the door. I carefully watched her, still damn pretty girl. I definitely endorsed the choice of Peter Konstantinovich. Probably, she is gorgeous working with her mouth, at least, the swollen lips of Yulenka say that the boss often puts her cheek. During these reflections, I began to get excited and now I was thinking how to hide the trousers sticking out from the front of the girl's eyes.

During this time, Julia came up to me and set the tray. Noticing that on the tray there is only one glass with some amber liquid, I looked at the secretary in surprise:

“Oh, this is especially for relieving stress,” Julia chirped, smacking her eyes.

- Well then.

I sipped, taste like some kind of balm, very strong. Slowly, I poured myself a drink, and suddenly I felt a light touch on my pants.Removing the glass, I saw that Julia had already unzipped my pants. The next movement, she wrapped her arms around my hard cock with both hands. From the sensations that swept over me, I was speechless. Yulia so skillfully and pulling my boyfriend that she wanted to forget about everything. Ten seconds later, my dick took a fighting stance. Recovering, I decided to seize the initiative. It was clear that Peter Konstantinovich decided to appease me with his girl, which means I could do everything I wanted.

With a jerk, I got up from the chair and, grabbing Julia by the shoulders, dug into her plump lips. It is worth noting, she kissed great. Then I sharply turned and tilted Julia, most of all I wanted to fuck her roughly. The secretary’s face and chest were on the table. Holding both her hands so that she could not move, I lifted her skirt and pushed back the strip of panties. The next moment I was already fucking her. I pecked her bosom at a furious pace, not allowing the chef slut to move. With my free hand, I tore off her shirt and, feeling for an impressive chest, began to hurt alternately alternately left and right tits. The girl rested her forehead on the table and made no sound, clenching her teeth tightly and closing her eyes. Finally, I felt a sweet languor in the lower abdomen and began to cum violently, filling the inside of the girl with my sperm. Feeling tired after a furious race, I took out a fallen cock from a motionless Julia and sank into a chair, not bothering to put on pants. My mood has improved significantly.

The girl stood up from the table and looked at me. An unspoken question froze in her eyes.

“No, we haven't finished yet,” I winked slyly, “now work with your wonderful mouth,” I smiled and, not hurrying, unzipped my jacket and shirt.

Yulia, having resigned herself, followed my example and, taking off the remnants of the torn shirt, began to brace her bra, only her skirt and shoes remained on her.

I patted on the knee. Julia came up, sat on my lap, wrapped her neck around with subtle skillful hands, and we merged into a kiss. I hugged her and reached under her skirt, exploring now her elastic ass. The girl kissed my neck, covered my chest with kisses and went down lower and lower. Anticipating pleasure, I clasped my hands behind my head and smiled brazenly. Julia was already kissing my belly, exploring the navel with her tongue, her gorgeous breasts rubbed against my swelling penis.

Kneeling on the floor, the girl gently took my gun in her mouth, I felt her gentle tongue under the head, she began to slowly move her head forward, sitting down on my stake more and more. Unable to endure, I grabbed her head, plunging my fingers into the lush red hair, and began to lead the process. I wanted to have this girl, and therefore, holding her tight, I quickly and roughly fucked my mouth, my cock went in her mouth like a piston, constantly increasing the pace. Julia did not resist, but on the contrary helped me, swallowing and releasing my barrel in time. Her mouth was small, so I got a whole bunch of pleasures from this race.

Quickly reaching a peak, and feeling the closeness of an orgasm, I with a sharp movement pulled a member out of Julia's mouth. Just in time to see how the streams of sperm shot out of his penis and fall on the pretty face of the secretary. Sperm turned out so much that I spattered Yulia from head to toe: her cheeks, lips, eyes were all in a white viscous liquid, there were light bunches in her hair dripping onto her splashed chest and shoulders. Her appearance finally returned to me the former cheerful mood. The girl seemed a little stunned, but quickly recovered and wiped her face and chest. While she put herself in order, I got dressed, collected the documents, took a pen and with a smile brought out my signature on the contract. Well, one has to admit, Peter Konstantinovich is able to present strong arguments in his favor. As soon as I headed for the door, Yulenka grabbed my hand, I looked at her, she looked a little sorry in a torn shirt and a stained skirt, but her face glowed with a smile. She quickly clung to me and gently kissed my lips.

Going out into the corridor, I saw Peter Konstantinovich, who settled himself in Yulina's place. We met with looks. He smiled and nodded knowingly. I smiled back and headed for the elevator. Halfway through, I turned around and saw Peter Konstantinovich entering my office. Before closing the door, he unzipped his pants.

I did not have time to recover properly when Peter Konstantinovich flew into the office, all red with excitement. I usually went to him in the evening to do a blow job, he considered me a professional in this matter, but today, as I understood, he would not wait for the evening. On the move, unbuttoning his pants, he ran up to me and threw me on the floor.

- Julia, my girl, as I want you: - he whispered something else, at the same time spreading my legs and inserting my thick cock into my still hot after the race vagina.

I groaned and arched, it was what I wanted so much. Once again, feel a strong member inside. At that moment, I felt like a real whore.

My boss was moving at a frantic pace and I barely managed to pry him. I could not restrain myself and began to moan loudly. Those cries made him fuck me even faster.

I realized that for a long time he would not stand it and would soon begin to pour out his seed. Pulling away from him, I again fell to my knees, and grabbed my lips swinging in different directions, red from the excitement of a member of my boss. After a second, I felt a warm cock behind my cheek. Taking it by the base, I began to suck the head at a fast pace, plunging deeper and deeper into my mouth. Soon I felt that a huge dick occupied the whole space of my mouth. From the swollen wreaths on the penis and the heavy breathing of Pyotr Konstantinovich, I realized that now he would finish. Pulling a member out of my mouth, I snatched it a couple of times, and for the second time that day, sperm flowed over me.