Morning at the MousetrapImport company always began with tea drinking. Tired of dealing with this waste of working time, the director of the company, Kolupayev Ivan Ilyich, decided to combine the useful with the pleasant. More recently, the daily morning RAMs were carried out by his decree for a cup of tea. So this memorable day began, as usual. Employees entered the meeting room with their circles, took sachets to their liking, brewed them with boiling water from the cooler and habitually sat down each in their places. By that time, vases with cookies and candies were already on the table, which were regularly filled with the cares of Marinochka, secretary Ivan Ilyich.

The company was small, only 10 people, counting and the guard at the entrance. The team was young and friendly. The operative passed quickly, the people sold their jobs, and Ivan Ilyich returned to his office. After about 30 minutes, he felt that something was wrong: his penis was suddenly filled with blood, although there were no prerequisites for that. The skin became unusually sensitive and any accidental contact with it, even through clothes, responded with goosebumps throughout the body and sweet pushes in the groin. The excitement was so strong that it completely knocked all thoughts of work out of my head. Unable to overcome his obsession, the director began to seriously think about retiring in the toilet and distorting the shutter. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitail.ru) And this was not with him for a very long time. Kolupaev had already risen in his chair to immediately carry out his plan when Marinochka suddenly entered the door. The charming slender blonde usually looked immaculate, but this time she was all kind of disheveled and disheveled, and her gray eyes glowed with an unhealthy sheen. Her appearance caused an immediate and unpredictable reaction of the body, or rather its reproductive part: Ivan Ilych's testicles convulsively tightened, and the member made an attempt to break the zipper at the fly and jump out.

“What do you want?” The director asked, swallowing, intending to get rid of the secretary quickly.

But Marina ignored the question. Seductively shaking her hips and erotically licking her lips (Kolupaev while involuntarily making a deaf moan), the girl slowly approached the director's table.

- Ivan Ilyich, do you like the way I work?

- Uh-uh-yes ...

- Do you like me? As a girl ?, - with these words, the girl began to unbutton her blouse from top to bottom.

After the second button, the man realized that if he was left alone with her for at least a couple of seconds, he would lose control of himself. Ivan Ilyich jumped up, almost rudely pushed the secretary away and flew out through the reception room into the corridor.

The office was small: apart from its apartments, there was a bathroom, a meeting room, and 2 more rooms. In one was placed the accounting, and in the other - the sales department. The office was separated from the rest of the building by a capital partition with a door, near which a guard usually sat at a small table. But now this lobotrach was not there. Having scored on this circumstance, Ivan Ilyich rushed to the toilet, pulled the door on himself and was taken aback ... Near the sink, with her skirt raised on her back and knee-length cowards lowered to her knees, his chief accountant, Glafira Stepanovna, stood furiously, and guard Vanya furiously cleared. The director froze in slight confusion, but Glafira was not at all confused. Turning to her boss, her face twisted with passion, she smiled fuckingly and addressed the boss with a voice that was interrupted to the beat of her fucker's movements:

- Oh! Ivan Ilyich, go to the accounting department. And then the girls there without a man suffer!

The confused director did not find what to answer, but simply went where he was sent. Even at the door of accounting, he heard loud girl moans and lowing. Going inside, Ivan Ilyich found an even more challenging picture. Clothing was scattered around on the floor: skirts, blouses, and underwear. On the table was a completely naked accountant Lyudochka with her legs spread wide. Her colleague, Lyuba, was on her knees and licking her friend's crack, while caressing her pussy with her hand. Sveta, the sales manager, sat on the crotch of Ludmila's face and literally fucked her face. At the same time she moaned loudly rhythmically. These two girls, too, naturally, were without clothes. Despite the words of Glasha, no one paid attention to the director, so he hastily retreated to look into the sales department.

There was even more madness. Head of Department Stepan was lying on the couch for visitors. His member saddled bright brown-haired Katerina Sinyavina, the owner of the largest bust in the company. Behind, right in the ass, she had a senior manager Andrew, tightly clasping her chest Katia hands. The whole trio moved with enthusiasm in the same rhythm, filling the room with the smell of their heated bodies and loud moans.

There was no explanation for all this madness in Ivan Ilyich, and he didn’t want to look for this explanation. All his thoughts were already working in one direction only: Marina is waiting for him in the office, and he should immediately blow her! Nevertheless, the director nevertheless realized to rush to the entrance door to the office and close it from the inside.

The secretary did not disappoint his expectations. When the boss returned to his office, she was already naked. She sat on his desk and furiously fucked herself with a thick souvenir handle. With her free hand, the girl mired her neat boobs, paying special attention to defiantly protruding nipples. Ivan Ilyich, in the blink of an eye, got rid of his clothes, and rushed to the secretary. She immediately threw off the unnecessary pen already and with a loud "Yes-ah-ah-ah !!!" took in a member of the chief to its full length.

Ivan Ilyich finished almost immediately, flooding Marinochka’s bosom with an incredible amount of sperm, but this did not bring the expected relief. Member not only did not think to go down, but again rushed into battle. Therefore, the couple simply changed their posture and continued their work without a pause. Now the girl stood up to the table with crustaceans, and the chief planted her from behind. A minute later, Marina completely flew off the coils. Her orgasm followed the orgasm. From the mouth of a philologist by education, such a stream of dirty words began to pour out that would make the most untied port dockers blush. The five-minute tirade, interrupted only by inarticulate cries, ended with an unexpected request:

- And now in the ass! Fuck me in the ass !! Tear up my ass zidochka !!!

Twice asking for Ivan Ilyich was not necessary. He took out his penis from the squandering cave and without ceremony drove him into Marinochka's anus up to the very eggs, which caused a cry of pain, quickly replaced by a cry of delight:

- Yes-ah-ah! Fuck-aaa, how fucking !! Now fuck me there! Stronger !! Stronger !!!

The director got so carried away that he didn't notice how someone entered the office. Cheeky hands parted his buttocks and someone's nimble tongue began to tickle his anus, reinforcing the already inexpressible pleasure. The man looked over his shoulder and was not at all surprised to see Glafira below. She was no longer wearing clothes.

“Where's Vanya?” He asked gasping.

- My girls fuck! - and after a short pause: - And how do you like Marinkin's ass?

- Great!

- Do you want to try mine?

Ivan Ilyich without a word left his partner, unfolded her supple body, lifted it and laid it on the table. Papers, a writing instrument and even a telephone flew to the floor, but everyone was fucked. Glafira immediately took her place between the chef and Marina, bent down, invitingly raising a large, appetizing ass, and pressed her lips to the secretary’s dribbling shell.

Glafira Stepanovna's ass was no less tight than her predecessor. But the member was so abundantly fertilized by Marinkina ...