was not enough. It is probably interesting to observe how a well-built blonde now and then bends, shining in intimate places, and thick sperm runs down her hips to graceful feet. He himself is fully dressed, bastard, even the tie is not lost. But the mockery at me did not end there: when I passed by with a pile of things pressed to my chest, he rewarded me with a shrill slap lower than his back ...

Just before the end of the working day I heard in the intercom:

- Victoria, come to me ...

His voice sounded hoarse, and I doomedly trudged into the office. The chef was sitting half a turn to the table. When I appeared, he turned his head in my direction and smiled broadly:

- Well, what will continue?

Rounding the table, I saw that the chief’s pants and underpants were lowered, and his hand was moving again on the tense limb. Understanding what the chief was expecting from me, I knelt before him. The head already habitually slid into my mouth, and my lips, feeling every vein, began to slide along the trunk. With one hand, I squeezed the penis at the base, helping my lips please him. And the claws of the second yeroshila fluffy growth on the testicles.

This time it was easier. The chef completely gave the initiative to my mouth and hands, not trying to control the process. He condescendingly watched my actions and only occasionally moaned fairly. This went on for quite a long time, and I was even a little upset when I decided that I was called just for a blowjob. However, the chief, apparently feeling something, suddenly ordered:

- Stand up.

I dutifully pulled a swollen penis from my mouth and rose from my knees. The chief, without changing a relaxed position, put his hand under my skirt. And of course he found there soaked through panties. The body betrayed me, it wanted to feel this huge instrument inside itself. Having cursed myself with the last words, I bit my lip and groaned, arching towards my fingers.

“Very good,” the chief nodded.

Pulling up his skirt on his hips, he turned me back to himself, and then forced me to take a step back. I had to hang over the boss, legs spread wide. The member, still shamelessly sticking out, rested against a wet spot on the panties. Already realizing what the chef is trying to get from me, I, sliding the panties to the side, opened my lips with the index and middle fingers. With my other hand, I sent an impatiently quivering member into me. A huge dick slid easily into my pretty wet depth. Taking a breath, I began to move my hips. Sometimes I would stand up, exposing the penis almost to the very head, and then again sit down on it, feeling how it gets me almost to the heart. After some time, I realized that the current vaginal juices need an increase in pace. Leaning my palms on the chef's knees, I pushed my ass hard. For a long time I could not stand this race. Wriggling on the penis, I screamed, and an orgasm pierced me.

From a sweet semi-forgetfulness I pulled a light slap on the buttocks.

- You did not fall asleep there? Finish the job. Oral mouth.

Squeaking something unintelligible in response, I got off my penis, and again sat down on my slightly trembling knees, took it in my mouth. The member was covered in my juices and my own lubrication, and my hand slid along it easily, feeling incredible hardness and power. In addition, I tightly wrapped my lips and quickly moved my head, and my tongue began to examine all the folds.

The chef did not last long. A thick stream of sperm poured into my helpfully substituted mouth. I did not have time to swallow it, and sperm ran down my chin, dripping onto my blouse. When the flow dried up, for some time I sucked the remnants of sperm and licked the reluctantly softer penis.

On my own initiative, using my tongue to pick up a few droplets stuck in a thick inguinal growth, I, not daring to raise my eyes, froze in front of my boss.

“Well, well, Victoria, if our cooperation will continue to be so fruitful,” the chef removed a drop of sperm from my chin and made me lick his finger, “I’m afraid I will have to forget about your mistake.” Moreover, I think your salary will increase by two or even three times ... Very little is left until the end of the working time, so put yourself in order and you can go home.

My God ... Now I will be a highly paid whore! ... From shame, I even closed my eyes for a moment. I got up from my knees and went to the toilet room, not daring under the smiling gaze of the chief either to straighten the skirt or to fix the knitted panties.

AFTERWARD. Can't believe this happened to me. But this was not enough, and this day gave me another surprise. Nadia from the sales department, who brought me home, told me in secret that she was interested in the party I had mixed up. Moreover, the company was supposed to get three percent more profit than planned! And it became known in the morning! I barely stifled the impulse to immediately jump out of the car and go back to the office to break the boss with my own hands. He could not not know when he forced me! Everything, tomorrow I write a letter of resignation!

The next day, still indignant, I waited for the chief to appear, so that without slipping into slipping behind him and throwing the statement on the table. Sheet with this statement was ready and lay in front of me. But ... But when the chief appeared and, smiling broadly, he greeted me, I stuck to the chair. A few minutes later I heard his voice in the intercom, in which hoarse notes were clearly visible:

- Victoria, come to me. Coffee brewed a little later.

I felt a sweet ripple between my legs, and a crumpled statement flew into the basket ...

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