I am met with a person depicting zeal, executive secretary Yana.

- Vladislav Aleksandrovich, coffee? She suggested helpfully after a while.

“By all means,” I agree, and after a minute, the red-haired beauty Yana with a tray and in a skirt obscenely swims into the office. She puts a cup in front of me, eroticly bending down and sticking out her strong (even more convex than Christine's) bow, and smiles sweetly at me. Yana is very close, and I feel that with my hand I can reach her ass. I restrain myself, but I feel the filling from the bottom ... Hmmm, I obviously did not get drunk in the morning. Yana notices in me a reaction to her charms, continues to smile and immediately asks.

- Vladislav Aleksandrovich, do you wish to dictate an order to me?

“Yes, Yana,” I agree in an excited voice. The secretary with a smooth, confident gait approaches the door and clicks the lock from the inside. Here is one more charm of my position.

Yana appears in front of me, who is sitting in the presidential chair, and kneels on her knees, showing me balls of a plump chest from under the cut of the secretary's blouse. Without clarifying anything, she stretches the handles to my fly, gently unzips it and gets an erect penis out of the pants of an expensive suit. She does it so habitually that I don’t even ask how often this happens with us. Enjoying the view, as a member disappears in Yanochkina mouth.

She gently caressing the end of the tongue, gently sucks, then accelerating, then slowing down the movement of sponges. I pat her head and moan her quietly while my assistant tries to make me feel good. I run my hand in her blouse, feel for the fullness of hot tits, pull my nipples, and Yana gets a boost, she moans and sucks even more passionately. But I do not want to finish like this.

“Yanochka,” I ask.

- What, my good? - removing the member from the mouth, quietly, willingly to give, she said.

I want something that did not give me rest in the morning.

- You can be in the ass?

She breaks away from the penis and finally lifted from her knees.

“Recently you have been asking for it often,” says Jan, smiling. “Will I take the grease out of your box?”

She pulls out a tube and gently lubricates my phallus, preparing penetration. Shivering with impatience breaks through me, Yana is a delightful lover, and the desire to possess her right now merges with the adrenaline wave. I do not think about my wife, who at this moment examines the affairs of two floors below, but I want to enter this elastic, accessible female body. I embrace the girl and abruptly turn my ass to myself. She leans on her arms, leaning on the table and bulging her ass, calling to herself. A member seems to burst with lust, and I, running my hands under my narrow skirt, jerk off Yana's panties.

- Come on, my cat ... - I hear from the girl inspiring appeal. She is also quite excited and not afraid of anal sex (which cannot be said about his wife). I bring the member to her narrow hole and slowly press. Yana covers her mouth with her hand, drowning out a cry when I pushed into her anus. He grabbed the girl by the buttocks and began to submerge smoothly, forcing himself to do it quietly, without groans, which was worth the effort. The assistant pulls on the phallus ass, and I get her naked look with the flesh inside. Enjoyment is incredible.

- How good ... - escapes me.

- Yes, honey ... Come in, do not stop ...

Yanochka responsibly satisfies the boss, squeezes her ass while I move in her, and embraces her warm tits. I breathe in the scent of her hair, mixed with the excitement of the female, and soon, unable to bear it, I shoot the sperm in the anal depth. Yana's ass incorporates traces of my passion, and an orgasm spreads through the body. The cabinet seemed to dissolve in blurred eyes, I lean on the girl on top, and then, recovering myself, kiss Yanochka in the neck.

... She minutes later, she wiped my penis with a wet napkin, carefully and competently, before rubbing her ass with sperm and pulling on her panties. Everything happened, as always, quickly and pleasantly.

“Yana,” I suddenly ask.- You give me because I - the boss of the company?

She grinned merrily back.

“Being a boss only enhances your lover’s qualities,” she says. - In general, you must admit, I am a good prize for your rapid career.

- Do you think I married Christina for a career?

“I don't think so, but I know,” laughs Jana. - And everyone knows that. To tolerate such a bitch, in which only money in the head, and which generally spit on everyone, even on her father, only a careerist can. Well, and you are. - and adds. - Although a cool guy. I would have such a husband.

- Wait, - I do not understand. - Okay, the rest, and why Christina dad spit on dad Sokolov?

Yana seemed to know everything. Awareness is the quality of any professional secretary.

- Well, she convinced him to give you the post of president of the company. It is easier for her to twist here with all this farming. I told you she doesn’t think about anyone except herself, and you don’t believe me.

“I am primarily responsible for the family business,” I strictly say to Yane, buttoning up my pants.

“You are first and foremost a smart and cute boy,” Yanochka whispers softly, leaning toward me and smacking her lips. And then quickly wipes the lipstick away from my face and declares.

- Vladislav Alexandrovich, can I go?

And I let her go. I look out the window from the height of my office and from the top of my position. The dream with Masha disappeared and disappeared into the abyss of memory, leaving a haze at the bottom of the soul ...

And in the evening there is a buffet table in the hall, where I am next to my wife Christina. Congratulations, toasts of employees and friends of the company, and I relax in this atmosphere of complacency. But then Christine brings another guest to me. I knew that sooner or later I would meet him.

- Vlad, meet you. Boris Chertkov!

A tall, handsome man in a business suit of an expensive cut turns out to be accompanied by his wife in front of me. Chertkov is kind and attentive to me, and I thoroughly suppress surprise in myself when I realize that he has come here. I heard about him. A businessman in the world of finance with irrepressible ambitions and tough business practices. From Chertkov breathed something ... Or does it seem to me?

- Vladislav, nice to meet you. I chose a day for our full-time meeting and came to congratulate your charming spouse. I guess you do not mind?

We drink a glass of champagne, and Chertkov suggests to me for business negotiations tomorrow. Yes please.

And the next day, sitting in the office in the presence of Christina, I receive from him an offer of a huge business scale. He takes an unprecedented step and offers a merger of our companies. This will open up new opportunities in the financial market and strengthen the position of each of us as business people, press down competitors and ... In general, he said, it was a lot of money.

His eyes glittered when he painted the benefits of the proposal, but poorly concealed the inner aggression of his soul. He obviously had the reputation of a ladies' favorite, this dude, and brains allowed me to distinguish absorption on ball conditions that my company would actually undergo from merging. Not on that attacked, buddy!

- Boris, thanks for the offer, but I refuse your project. To this I have my reasons.

And I am not inclined to continue this empty meeting. I don’t intend to give up business.

Chertkov is disappointed, offers to think, and his view at parting radiates a hidden threat. But I do not care about her, as well as the opinion of Christina.

“We are making a mistake,” almost splashing saliva, my wife’s brain choked me when Chertkov withdrew, and we were left alone. - Vlad, with him we will make a lot of money.

- With him, we will remain without pants, - I firmly parry, and add with a chuckle. - And you, dear, also without panties.

Christina is angry, pokes me some financial calculations, and, in the end, she calls me a fool. What I can only say:

- While I am the president of the company, I answer for the business. You can complain to dad.

I laugh in my heart, for I know the attitude of Sokolov Sr. to Chertkov. Somehow, discussing in the family circle figures in the world of finance, Igor Pavlovich called Boris a fraudster of the century.

Christina snorts and flies out of the office, slamming the door. Temperament is good in bed, but not in business, and twenty-five years is too little to manage the finances of such a company. I admit it, even though Christina and my wife.

“Dig me up for this frame,” an hour later I set the task for Fyodor, the head of my security service. - Who is he, what is he, and what is he doing at the moment ...

“We’ll do it,” Fedor takes it under his visor and leaves to do his own thing. I thoughtfully look out the window and notice how I want dumplings. What Christine's parents didn't teach was to cook. They thought that the CFO was cooking for nothing. And your wife?

Christina on the phone coldly reports that she is leaving for a fitness club and will stay there until night. My opinion to her is violet. It's already evening, and I'm not pulling home. Inside, some kind of chip does not give rest and pushes me to a strange, almost crazy act. I dial a phone number from memory, but the operator answers that it is disabled. In my head, as if in pursuit, the address pops up, I let go of the driver, and I go on it myself. I climb the stairs and press the doorbell. Soon it opens some young man.

“Excuse me,” I turn politely, and my voice catches a trembling wave, and I am lost, like a lost child. - And Masha can?

The man is stunned, but he says “can”, and a minute later leads to the door a little girl of about five. It turns out that her name is Masha - a beautiful, but not infrequent name. In another situation, I would have burst out laughing, but now I’m getting even more lost.

“No, I need an adult Masha,” I explain, to which the man only laughs.

“The adult Masha doesn't live here yet,” he says cheerfully. “Come fifteen years later, when your daughter grows up.”

And curious about me. I understand everything, and in order to avoid stupid questions on the part of the baby's father, I hasten to retire. The girl from a dream is inaccessible to me in reality.

- Sorry ... I was wrong.

I am already in the car when the phone rings and I nervously grab the phone. A soft melodious voice caresses the ear.

- My cat, hello. It's me...

(ending should)