It was winter. Outside the window it has long been dark, and I was sitting in my office and working. The working day was over, and everyone left, except for Nastya, my secretary, who carefully brought me coffee so that I would not fall asleep. And Nastya was already ready to leave and came to say goodbye to me.

- Nastya, something in my report does not agree. I'm already tired and my eyes run from these numbers, ”I said, rubbing my eyes. - Help me please.

“Well, Igor Alexandrovich,” she answered, took a chair, put it next to my chair, and sat down.

“Move closer, otherwise it will be so uncomfortable for us,” I asked and forcefully pushed her chair towards me.

She gasped and blushed slightly. I showed her the report, with my left hand I poked in white sheets with my calculations with my pencil, and I put my right hand on the back of her chair. Nastya’s back felt the warmth of my hand, a shadow of bliss ran across her face, but she quickly became embarrassed and leaned over the table so as not to touch my hand. I looked at her, her gaze never left the table, she was trembling. She seems to want me, but she is afraid.

- Nastya, what are you. Do not be afraid. I do not bite - I tried to cheer her up.

And now my hand is already hugging her by the tender shoulders. It seems she wants to escape. I pull my right hand to her chest, she looks at her with fear. Here are my fingers climbing under her blouse

and sharply squeeze her chest. She began to struggle hard and I let her go. Nastya got up from the table and shouted:

- Igor Alexandrovich, what are you doing ?! You are my boss!

- Yes, and you are mine!

I abruptly got up from the chair, dropping some papers along the way. They instantly scattered around the office. I rushed to her and rudely took her by the waist. I approached her back, holding her hands - she tried to break free. I lead her to the table and push my secretary to this wooden piece of furniture art. I approached her, her legs were closed. With my foot I spread them in different directions. She almost lost her balance and grabbed the table. Her clothes are already a little shabby. I again ran my hands under her blouse, began to run my fingers over the nipples and then tore off this hated piece of clothing. A bra appeared in front of me, and I unzipped it.

In a half whisper she said:

- Igor Alexandrovich, please ...

I came close to her. My embarked member is already rubbing against her ass. Her chest lay on those reports, thanks to which I will have her today. I leaned over, took her hair, tore my head off the table, put my head to her ear and imperiously asked:

- Please, what?

She wanted to turn her head to me, and I let her do it. Her face was covered with a blush, her scarlet lips said passionately:

- ... take me.

I growled. I was seized with animal passion. All my clothes flew off me, as if she was not there. Her pants, her dripping wet panties flew off somewhere. Now there was only one object of my attention: she. I ran my fingers over her pussy. Oh, how wet she was! I inhaled this divine scent from my fingers and spat on them to lubricate the penis. She was already burning. I wanted to torment her with waiting. But damn, she is mine! This is my booty! And I put it in, put it roughly and unceremoniously. I fucked her hard, every movement was given a loud slap. These sounds were clearly not enough, and I grabbed her ass, for these two beautiful halves, and cruelly crushed them. To those sounds, I added another - the sound of hitting my palm on her buns. She shook with every blow, with every jerk she moaned heart-rending.

I leaned over to her again, practically lay on her. With one hand he leaned on the table, the other grabbed her hair again. I started kissing her neck, kissing her cheeks, kissing her ears.

- I ... Your ... Oh! ... I ... Your Slut! ..

- Oh yeah! You are mine and only mine! And you will remember this once and for all, ”I growled back.

I got out of it, turned over on my back and threw her legs on my shoulders. Oh, how beautiful her legs were. I put in a member, then took out, put in again, took out again.I did this several times, then I drove over the very eggs and started to have it hard again. With one hand I held her leg, which was covered with kisses. Another pulling clit. Then, together with a member, I put a finger in her vagina, she gasped.

This went on for a while, I took out a finger, removed her legs from my shoulders and lay down on her, continuing to fry her pussy. I put that finger in her mouth, she licked it all. While her mouth was cognizing my finger, her chest recalled what the palm of a real man was. I hurt her and she liked it. Here I kissed her for the first time. It was a passionate kiss, it was a fantastic kiss!

But enough tenderness. I spun it on the table by 180 degrees and pushed it closer to me so that its head hung from the table.

She did not need to explain what to do. She began to lick and suck eggs. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. But a member also wanted to caress. He wanted to feel her language on him. And I put it in her mouth. I fucked rough, she almost choked. Sometimes I deliberately drove as deeply as possible and delayed the member for a few seconds, then let her breathe a little and repeated. I wanted to lick her pussy. I myself laid down next to her on the table, put it on myself so that she continued to suck, and I licked her lower lips. She continued to do blowjob, held the tongue along the post, drove around the head, sucked eggs. She was great at that. I licked her pussy to the ground, sometimes inserting fingers there.

In the end, I ordered her to climb on me and humor to the fullest. I put my hands under my head and relaxed. She sat on my dick with her pussy and skillfully processed it. Her hands slid over my body, and her pussy on my penis. And so I felt that I was ending. I took it off myself and immediately finished. Sperm spattered my chest and stomach. She leaned over and licked her tongue all that was, finally licked the member and lay on his chest. Nastya put her head on my stomach, and I ran my hand through her hair.

She stroked my chest and said:

- Igor Alexandrovich, it seems that your report is not over. I will stay tomorrow after work and help you finish it.

- Thank you, Nastya, I will be very glad for your help.