alternately kiss her swollen nipples, caressing his hand at the moment the elastic breasts. With the other hand, I tried to pull the panties off the girl. I did not succeed, but Olya did everything herself. With the heat of taking my caresses, she gradually undressed me. Finally, we were both naked. I took a position on top, grabbed the girl by the ankles and threw her legs on his shoulders. I looked down. I opened her even ajar pink slit, the edges of which glistened from the grease that had come out. I, too, have been ready for a long time, so without extra preludes I entered it with one push. Hot, slippery walls of the vagina parted under my pressure, delivering an indescribable pleasure. I walked in to the full depth and stopped, reveling in the sensations that the tight hole of my partner gave me. But the desire pushed me forward, and I began to drive my instrument into the hospitable womb with a measured and flourishing time after time. The denouement came much faster than I wished for.

- I'll finish right now, - I croaked

- Yes! Cum into me! - Olga choking replied.

I tensed my whole body, compressed the girl's calves to white. The seed began to erupt inside with powerful shocks. In the eyes darkened, throbbing sounds began to fly out of the throat. The orgasm was the strongest, but short. The forces left me, and the whole mass fell on my wet girlish body. Olya was breathing heavily, and I felt the rapid beating of her heart with my chest. I was devastated. I didn’t want anything: just to lie like that forever and that’s all. But my colleague thought otherwise. She did not finish, and she clearly wanted to continue. Olya rested her fists on my shoulders, intending to topple me on my back. Her strength was not enough, but I rolled myself and assumed the necessary position. She immediately slipped into my legs, and soon I felt her lips at his withering dignity. The girl began to caress my organ with her mouth so passionately and skillfully that very soon I felt a surge of strength again. And it cost my dick to gain the necessary strength, as Olga immediately moved a little higher and carefully saddled him. She closed her eyes and began to describe slow circles in the pelvis, without breaking off our contact. It was indescribably nice! I was determined to hold out this time as long as possible, but the girl suddenly stopped.

- Not! Do not stop!

The more unexpected answer sounded:

- Vit, hit me!

- I do not want. Do not. Keep going

- I beg! I need it! Hit me on the cheek.

I was ready for anything, as long as she continued her movements. Raising slightly, I gave her a slight slap in the face. She smiled and awarded me another 10 seconds of her divine dance.

- And now stronger!

I hit again, followed by a reward.

- Even stronger !!

This was repeated several times. We both entered into a rage, and I completely lost self-control. After another of her requests, I struck backhand without calculating from the lust that captured me neither strength nor impact accuracy. The palm lay on the pretty face of Olino above the cheek, on the temporal region, which immediately began to turn red, acquiring an almost crimson hue. The girl just screamed louder than usual and began to move her pelvis at an insane pace, without stopping and new requests. A thought flashed through my head that I had gone too far, and the case would end in a bruise. But only flashed. Passion has blocked everything. I grabbed my partner's hips, guiding her movements and helping to maintain a large amplitude. This very quickly brought the desired result. Olga squeezed my hips with force, arched my back, threw back my head and literally screamed at the orgasm that rolled on it. The muscles of her vagina squeezed my cock with such force that I also began to cum, grabbing the girl by the wrists and clutching at them with all my might. A wave of heavenly, inhuman pleasure covered us both ...

I don’t know how many minutes or hours have passed before my mind returned to normal. Olya lay beside her, with her head on my shoulder, and gently stroked my chest.

“Admit it was worth it,” she whispered.

- Probably...

She stood up, unabashed by her nudity and sperm flowing down the inner thighs, took a glass of whiskey from the table and drained it in one gulp. She went to the mirror and looked around.

“There will be a bruise,” she pointedly pointed her finger at her face, and then stretched out her hands to me, “And here too ... Spit!” After all, you can not even imagine what you have done for me.

She returned to the bed and lay down again side by side.

“You won't go to the bath?” I asked.

- Not. Not now. I want to be soiled by you ...

We silently lay about half an hour, slowly caressing each other. I was calm, because we had a whole night ahead and the opportunity to enjoy each other more than once. But then someone knocked on the door. Everything that happened next was a real nightmare. The girl suddenly jumped up quickly and rushed to the door, flinging it wide open. The sight of the chef standing on the threshold completely confused me. Olya instantly became different. Falling to her knees in front of Igor, she wrapped her arms around his legs and, with a drunken, stranded tongue, spoke insane things through frequent loud sobs

- Ig-gor V-you-siljevich! I beg you! Zab-take me! I ... I am not to blame for anything !! He gave me a drink, ud-gave! I couldn’t do anything! Look!

She showed him her reddened wrists. The boss's face twisted with anger. I understood absolutely nothing! The assistant babbled something to her boss, but only a general meaning came to me. Like, she came to help me with theses for tomorrow's press conference, and I spoiled her and raped her! (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) My pathetic excuses that everything was completely wrong, absolutely did not convince Igor. He tried to call the police, but Olya deftly dissuaded him from it. Like I have a family, and she does not want to break my life. I tried to defend myself, but without success. Everything was against me. Igor helped his assistant put on a hotel robe and took her away. And it dawned on me, the victim of what a monstrous setup I became. Apathy took hold of me. I sat on the bed, clasping my head with my hands and cursing myself for weakness. And only one question tormented me: WHY ?!

The answer came in minutes. In the room without knocking entered the chief dryly and said abruptly:

“I don't want to deal with you anymore.” Pray to Olga, that I did not call the police. Scum! You're fired! Come to work - sit down! Documents will receive by mail, the calculation - on the card. Questions ?!

Everything immediately became clear to me.

- Olya will take my place?

The chief nodded shortly and left the room, slamming the door with force.