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Would you mind to pee, dear?

“Yes, sir,” she said with a smile, immediately casting a mischievous gaze upon him. - I have long been ready to spill on you.
Holding her armpits, he helped her to rise from her knees, and, noisily, snorting into her beard with excitement, quickly took off her short skirt! He took off - exposing the magnificent couple of buttocks, the elastic bulge of which only effectively shared the dark red fabric of thin panties!

- Good, good, good! - enthusiastically boomed Francis. “You are not my secret, but a real supermodel!”
Burning with a glowing glance at the well-defined contours of her magnificent labia (between which only this week lovingly entered his dick about a dozen times!), He finally began to undress himself: finally throwing off his dark trousers and blue pants, he also got rid of a dark jacket with a light shirt, and soon appeared before her in ... absolutely naked, really, still quite strong athletic body!

- Well, how am I still good? - asked her Francis, deliberately bulging the broad muscles of the chest (with which he beautifully sparkled the growth of red hair). - Yes, of course not like Schwarzenegger ... but, after all, it is also quite good. And Annabel?

- Yes, boss! - The secretary answered with a smile, already just throwing lightning in her eyes. - You can give a head start even to many young people: both in constitution and in size ... of your manhood!
Laughing loudly at the entire room of the snow-white office, he literally lay down at her tall legs on the cold flesh of a smooth marble floor and stood waiting for the main action. Annabel, having “shot” his eyes with him, pulled her panties off (instantly exposing her well-shaven groin) and, finally, proudly stood over him, towering like a revived statue of a lovely Roman patrician!

- Well, come on, dear, shmalni in me! - wildly looking to her straight into the well-known pink pussy, Francis muttered impatiently, already squeezing his own prick on the floor. - Sprinkle your streams of sacred female urine! Spray, oh my, holy mare!

All quickening movements masturbating insanely hot member, he, without closing his gray eyes, his mouth wide open, indulging in tickling the expectation of opening the desired source. And ... not without a slight laugh, Annabel first “shot” a single stream of amber urine down his cheek, and then, firing a deep sigh of relief from her faded lips, discharged whole streams into his mouth!
In just a matter of seconds, her hot urine poured cheerfully on his red-bearded face and smacked her in the throat!
Squinting from the striking jets, but with a snort involuntarily swallowing their spicy sour taste (strikingly similar to the taste of the slime of a raw chicken egg!), Francis poured simply insane cocktail of emotions!

- Oooh-xxx! Urrrr! - he laughed like a real lion in this most powerful burst of gushing feelings.

And, frantically absorbing all the secretary's “coffee” that he had spent the day, he began to tear the wet shaft of his penis with two hands and - suddenly, pressing his amazingly swollen head to the dark navel hole ... rhythmically scored whitening with fresh sperm!
Immediately, as if by an unspoken team, Annabel (splashing out the remnants of urine!) Moved away from his flattened body!

- Ohhhh ... ohhhh! - shuddering with ecstasy, Francis sighed and continued to rub the burning end on his own navel.
All of his bearded face glittered peacefully in the wet reflections, and his stomach shimmered from the large puddles of the peasant sour cream he had splashed out!

- Now are you satisfied, sir? - smiling broadly (but not without the flush of the blush of involuntary embarrassment) Annabel asked him, picking up her leopard jacket from the floor.

“Ooooohhhhhhhhhh ...” he drawled deeply, smacking his sour mouth sucked by her. - Honey, you do not have urine, but magic nectar! I didn’t even expect to finish so quickly!

“To health, sir,” the red-faced eagle just laughed. “You know, my urine is always at your disposal.” If you wish, sir, I will fill a whole bottle for you tomorrow morning especially for you? Would you like to?

“I understand where you're going, Annabel,” he slyly glanced at her, not allowing her to take her panties off the floor. - You want to get even more bonuses ... Well, no, I’ve already had enough time to swallow ... And I won’t give you the panties!

- As you wish, sir. Can I get back to business?

“Of course, Annabel, now you can leave.”

Throwing a jacket over her shoulder, the described “eagle” flashed the next shine of a smile, and, gently swaying her buttocks, she loudly smacked on high heels to the door. Francis, still dragged, remained lying on the marble of the floor, with the pleasure of sniffing a snub-top switch into the fabric of her wet panties, and gently stroking the hot penis in any way.
“Look, like I went on business,” he thought with a grin, when she disappeared through the door. - I know her "affairs"! With such flaming lanites, it will now lock itself in the toilet, and it will be hot to indulge its spread “pussy”! But ... what's the difference to me now ?! The main thing is she really fucking son! Sykunka-crooked! I think next month, yet not a sin will raise her salary ... "

All internally trembling, he again deeply inhaled the smell of women's panties, turned his head to the side in baldezha and ... saw under the work table the peacefully lying “foliage” of yellow papers - the disappeared “foliage” of THOSE REPORTS!

- Can not be! - Francis was amazed, immediately reaching for them. - Is the paper "Phoenix"?
“Exactly - they are! - he was already inwardly elated when he raised the sacred sheets over his shining eyes. - And this means that ... my "Suno" will still come out in the "ladies"! Uraaaaa! Ay, yes Annabel -
without knowing it, “helped” me to find this lost “vein”! Yes, damn it, now I will be a real pig if I don’t raise her salary! ”

All the seething from the bubbling emotions, he, so as not to wet the expensive reports in the secretary's urine sprayed, set them aside, and again throwing her panties on his face, with an incredible feeling of bliss, lay carelessly on the cool floor of his office!

2 comments
  • Cherkasy (a guest)
    November 8, 2013 11:20

    The idea is cool, but executed in the worst traditions of ladies' novels - unnatural and pathetic to the ridiculous

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  • November 13, 2013 6:22

    You, Cherkess, are right! In the worst traditions :)))

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