for her.

Out of silence they entered the noise, finding themselves in a giant office, lit by dozens of wall lamps. The strict rows of tables of the clerks formed a chessboard with a wide white corridor in the center. The corridor along which Sergey and Olga were to pass was a hundred meters long. He rested against some closed door.

- No shit yourself! - in surprise, Sergey whistled.

- Lord, they are all ... naked! - Olga could not believe her eyes.

In the office, men and women continued to rush back and forth with heaps of papers, someone sitting at his workplace was conducting lively business talks over the phone, somewhere a small group of people crowded around the table, holding meetings, but they were absolutely naked. They did not even have shoes. They were not shy about each other and did not pay exactly any attention to the newly logged in.

Here is a guy, about twenty-five or twenty-eight, at a near table, beckoning his colleague, a neighbor, a woman of forty. She immediately got up and, wagging her bare buttocks, hurried toward him, swaying seductively as she walked with a slightly sagging chest. She stood beside him, bending over the documents that he began to show her. Three and three passed by Sergey and Olga: a bald man led two girls under the arms. They ardently argued something to him, actively gesticulating, continually touching him with their breasts. One of the girls was already clearly visible rounded tummy. She was clearly in the late month of pregnancy.

- You can be stunned - Olga turned to her husband - have you seen this anywhere?

- Olya, I haven’t even heard of it.

- Let's go to. On here, hold the camera - she handed her husband a miniature device - shoot everything around, just be careful.

- Where did you hide her?

- Where where...

- It would be nice to find our Tursunov here.

- Seryozha, stop shooting me!

- Sorry.

Sergey would recognize Oksana Tursunov even in a crowded metro car, in smog, with the lights off. So thoroughly he remembered her photo. They were already half way there, and Sergey with a satisfied smirk shot nude Oksana sitting at his desk and typing something thoughtfully, almost touching the keyboard with her bare chest. A red-haired peasant of a nehily complexion approached her and began to draw something on the sheet. Oksana nodded her head, almost touching his hanging down thick, wiry cock. Suddenly a man went behind her and looked at the monitor. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to dictate something. Oksana started typing. Ginger's hands went down and began to crush her breasts, while he continued to dictate to her, and she continued to type.

- Shoot it?

- Yes.

Two more men approached the working couple. They surrounded Oksana, looking at the monitor. Their members were at the level of her head. They started giving the same advice. Oksana dutifully nodded and typed. One of those who approached something asked a redhead, and he gave up his place. Now Oksana’s breasts have passed into the hands of the newcomer.

- Seryozha, let's go, and then the wooon at that table are beginning to show interest in us.

Sergey himself noticed a fat man with a bulging belly, who threw several quick, but very expressive glances at them. The fat man rose from the table and walked slowly towards them.

- Let's go here faster - Olga screamed.

They almost ran the rest of the way and literally burst into the office at number three.

Five men sat at a long table. They were all dressed in black business suits. A handsome man of about fifty sat at the head of the table.Although the gray hair was trimmed at the temples, he was in excellent physical shape, and, as Olga noted to herself, he was pretty damn attractive. Men studied the entrants closely. They ran a measuring glance over Olga's naked chest, Sergey's torso occasionally leaning toward each other and saying something quietly and nodding.

- Well, young people, you all saw with your own eyes. We will continue to talk or leave? - powerfully said stately that he sat at the head of the table.

- No, thank you, of course, but ... it's time for us - Olga immediately blurted out and backed away, covering her bare chest with her hands.

Sergey supported his spouse:

- Sorry, we did not think, well, we made a mistake in general.

- Are you husband and wife?

- Yes, why? - Sergey was surprised.

- The next time, when you want to get a job, come separately and to different places - the main one laughed and those sitting at the table laughed amicably.

Suddenly, the front door boiled with a noise and crash and a naked fat man, already familiar to Sergei and Olga, ran in to the office and watched them so hard in the office:

- Delay them - he screamed - they have a camera, they filmed us !!!

The next moment, Sergei felt a strong sharp pain in the neck. He began to settle on the floor. The last thing he saw were his wife's horror eyes, which were dragged by someone's strong arms.

Elena for the last time sucked in a member of the chief and, making sure that he was already quite excited, released him from his mouth. She rose from her knees and zatsokala with his black high-heeled shoes to the disassembled sofa, which stood against the wall at the entrance to the office of Artur Vaganovich. In addition to shoes on Elena was nothing. Only loose black curly hair, falling on her dark shoulders, slightly covered her beautiful poured bare breasts with nipples bulged from excitement. She climbed onto the couch with her legs and became a crustacean, eroticly bending her ass up to the top and showing the chef both her open holes. Having bowed her head down, Elena dutifully waited until the boss took advantage of her. Artur Vaganovich did not take long to wait. He came up behind her, in a businesslike way he clutched at his wide hips, and with a sweep, drove his reared thick cock into the maiden flesh, which was all glistening with Elena's saliva. She threw back her head, screamed sharply and began to help the chef, podmahivaya booty. Artur Vaganovich began furiously fucking Elena all speeding up and speeding up the pace.

“I've been working for him for three years, but I still can’t get used to his first penetration,” flashed through Elena’s head. She closed her eyes and relaxed, completely surrendering herself to the chef. Her bare breasts shook helplessly in the air and walked about, sweet languor rolled over her body, a tart taste of his cock stood in her mouth. Over the years, Elena is not just accustomed to the fact that the chef fucks her, she really enjoyed it. She even started to get bored if he didn’t call her to her for a long time and was wildly jealous when he left Olga, her detective colleague.

Suddenly, Artur Vaganovich pulled out his penis from Elena and patted them on her bottom:

- Fuuuh, I almost finished, today I want to fuck you, longer!

He turned his head and threw the phrase to a man sitting in a chair opposite to a man:

- Slavik, stop masturbating, go better to us, fuck your wife, but for now I’ll rest a bit.

And sat on the edge of the couch. Elena, like a wild cat, crawled gracefully to him on all fours and deliberately gently and tenderly clasped her lips to the head of the chief. She began to slowly suck him, faithfully from the bottom upwards looking into the eyes of the boss.

Vyacheslav, flushed with excitement, got up and, continuing to hold the rearing member up in his fist, approached his wife Elena and his boss Arthur Vaganovich.

“This is a lustful bitch,” Arthur Vaganovich said to Vyacheslav, nodding in the direction of Elena, “does not allow me to rest!” Come on, join us!

Vyacheslav joined his wife's ass, which was sticking up and went into her current and hot pussy. After the fat member of the chief she was stretched and Vyacheslav moved freely in her, knowing that the wife did not receive due pleasure.He fucked her, keeping his eyes on Elena's lips, which were moving faster and faster along the trunk of his boss.

- Whew! - Arthur Vaganovich gasped - now I’m just finishing! Slavik, let's change!

Vyacheslav slipped out of his wife and sat on the sofa. The chief took his place, with an effort pushing his member to Elena. He began to aggressively ram her, trying to penetrate each time as deeply as possible. Elena began actively podmahivat him, she lowered her head and with her mouth broke a moan of bliss.

- ... more ... more ... more ... - she began to beg - please still ... here ... here ... sssss ... aaaaaaah !!

Vyacheslav sat and watched as his wife arched in ecstasy, her dark skin instantly covered with goosebumps, and her eyes rolled from a wild uncontrollable orgasm. Vyacheslav quickly jerked off beside his wife ending in the arms of the chef, breathing in her scent mixed with the smell of sex and lust. He shot a cloudy stream that spilled white drops on his stomach. Arthur Vaganovich issued a wild roar and drove his member as far as possible into Elena. He began to pour out inside her with his hands pressing her hips to himself. She took everything in herself, slightly squeezing and squeezing the vagina with the internal muscles, literally giving out every last drop of the chef.

- Wow, well done, Lenka! That was awesome! you hot thing! - buttoning his trousers, the chef was saying, sitting down at his desk.

“Thank you,” Elena smiled coquettishly, wiping her crotch with a handkerchief.

She got up from the sofa and began to put on the naked body the pants of her strict office suit.

Vyacheslav has already put himself in order and watched how his wife's pussy, reddened by pussy with crimson puffy lips, is dressed in pants. He worked in the agency since its inception. It was he who once supported the idea of ​​Artur Vaganovich that only established couples should work in the agency, so that the team would be as cohesive, stable and closed as possible from outside interference. It was he who was the first to drag his wife, Elena, into the agency. And in the end, his decision marked the beginning of the agency’s style of work:

it all happened three years ago, when Vyacheslav accidentally found out that his wife had cheated on him with his boss. There was a divorce, but they all continued to work under the same roof. The chef fucked Lena, and Vyacheslav had a month to realize that he was madly turned on when another man has his beloved woman. Soon the wedding of Vyacheslav and Helen took place, who really sincerely loved her former and present husband.

This is how this strange for many agency style of work appeared. Then Elena pulled Olga, her fellow student at the institute, best friend and godmother of her daughter. The last in the agency took Sergei, Olga's husband. At that time, their marriage was cracking at the seams because of Sergei’s open betrayal. But after Artur Vaganovich transformed the notorious Olga into an excellent unbridled blower, the parties reconciled.

Vyacheslav thought about everything while Elena was pulling a turtleneck, through which her gorgeous bosom was sticking out and showing through, dressed her jacket and sat down in her seat at the long table.

- All day there is no news from Olga and Sergey - Arthur Vaganovich scratched the back of his head in a puzzled way - they do not answer phone calls as they fell through the ground. Experience tells me that we need to hurry to help them!

To be continued...

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