For the second week in a row I have been late at work, in order to reduce the reports of the four departments of our company into a general annual report. In principle, I did not do it alone, and not in a hurry, so I did not strain much. Yes, and lasted no more than two hours. Exactly at six our most zealous worker left, according to her I watched and checked. Oh yes. I worked not alone, but with my boss. Anatoly Stepanovich came to our office two years after graduating from higher. They talked about him a lot, but after a couple of days he told himself how after leaving college he went into the army, on his return he hurried to get a higher education. And that his father was the founder of our company, but as he personally confessed to me on the second day of our sprinkling with him over the papers, he tried to break through himself. And that his father forcibly stuck him in this position, because, in essence, his capital materials attract little of him. Today we stayed longer than usual. It was already about 12, and by hook or by crook we tried to fill in the information from the sheets written into the computer.

Anatoly Stepanych loosened his tie and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling them even more. I blushed, but he grinned wryly, because he had noticed HOW I was looking at him lately. Lack of sex, subliminalization of girls from the accounting department and his trained body did their work every night in front of my eyes. I swallowed convulsively and began to collect the sheets scattered on the table. At that moment I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and within a second I was pressed to the table.

His hot hands got under the blouse and began to display only clear patterns on his tummy.

- Anatoly ... ah ... Stepanovich ... - I was choking at his hot breath on my ear, from his hands on his stomach.

- What, Alisochka?

- What are you doing?!

With his right hand, he pulled up my skirt, and moved his left into panties. I moved my legs even more, and he just walked with his fingers on the smoothly shaved pubis and returned his palm to the lower abdomen, but did not remove his fingers from the panties.

- Is it not clear, Alisa Mikhailovna? - he began to suck the lobe of my ear, from which a wave of excitement passed from the top of my head to my toes.

With the second hand, he gently pressed on the lower back, which was why I lay down on the table with my stomach, and with my foot spread my legs so wide that I felt like a sales girl.

My panties were already lowered, and the skirt rode up to my chest.

- Even so? - he hoarsely laughed, and I blushed with shame. I had the last day of menstruation and, apparently, he managed to find the cord of the tampon that hung from the labia.

He gently turned me over to face and laid me on the table, while he sat down between my legs and kissed my stomach. I just frantically squeezed the sheets, and that was left lying on the table and breathed noisily through clenched teeth. He slowly walked over the pubis, and then opened his labia and sucked the peas of the clitoris, from which I arched and groaned no longer hiding. After a moment, teeth joined the lips and tongue. This I have not experienced. In spite of the fact that I am a virgin, I didn’t scatter from female foreplay with my tongue, and I didn’t throw away simple masturbation. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) No one was in the holy of holies, but many have visited the entrance and until that moment it seemed that this was enough. Now I wanted him to fuck me right there. To keep my blood on paper as evidence that I am not delirious. I felt his fingers penetrate the anus and put pressure on the wall exactly where that unfortunate tampon was. At the same time, he nibbled the clitoris with his tongue at the entrance to the cave.

- Further itself, baby! - again this crooked smile and bitterness in the words. I got more comfortable and raised myself on my elbows to find out what was wrong. He calmly unbuttoned the belt and his fly, To get his cock out of his captivity. Oh yeah! The member was exactly that. how I imagined it. Moderately long, but thick enough to stretch my bosom.He was fully prepared and Anatoly began to masturbate. I watched, fascinated, as his hand went up and down, as it slid on the delicate skin with his fingers. I wanted to feel it in me. She wanted to be on top so that he would stick me over! He watched me with a barely noticeable laugh in his eyes, and I relaxed and began to masturbate myself spreading my legs wide in front of him. After a few seconds, he seemed to come to his senses and the situation changed. My legs now leaned on the chairs, and I was on the edge of the table booty, and his cock rested on my pussy.

He jerked off and bent his penis so that he slid over the clitoris, and moved closer and closer tearing his folds. And so I felt like the walls of the vagina began to contract, tightly covering the tampon. At that moment, he also finished, having swept my clit, pubis and lower abdomen with hot sperm, which caused me to scream and relaxedly fall on the table, and he began to slowly stroke the clitoris, which caused me to flare up with a new force. I again raised myself on my elbows and watched as he concentrated on the thumbs of both hands, massaging the clitoris using his sperm instead of grease.

He brought me closer to him and I clutched at him with my hands and feet, and he lifted me behind the ass and put several fingers into my anus again, pressing on the vagina outside. At the same time he was no longer gentle. He quickly, and sometimes with painful movements, rubbed my folds, from which I could not stand it and bit him at the base of the neck while finishing stronger than the first time. He snarled and choked away from me. I moved away from orgasm when he began to put in order and touch the bite site.

- And you are a predatory thing, Alisa Mikhailovna. By you, and you will not tell.

- Anatoly Stepanovich, as my grandmother said, whose cow would moo!

He approached me and helped pull the clothes and straighten the skirt.

- You understand that this should be strictly between us?

- Anatoly ... Stepanovich - I whispered gently in his ear - I know so many little secrets that I just can not remember them all.