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- Oh, thanks, Inna Andreevna! This is the way ... And I honestly did not even expect.

The employee rode away, and the boss, going down to the first floor, looked in the mirror hanging on the landing. The view was still that - his eyes sparkled with an incomprehensible light, the lips were sensually parted, and a strand falling from the perfect hairstyle fell out of the eye. The image of a woman who went on the warpath. “Or rather, on the panel,” Inna Andreevna grinned, and unexpectedly, she winked wily at the reflection.

Whatever it was, despite overexcitement, Inna Andreevna decided to have a bite and headed to the nearest café office. The staff ate in a more accessible dining room, and she hoped to bring her feelings in order alone.

But when she had finished her lunch and sipped her coffee, Ilya drew himself at the table, fucking rub off. He ordered only coffee, smiled ... and put another bill in a thousand rubles on the table. Almost immediately, Inna Andreevna felt on his knee his hand, confidently heading up her thigh. While she was clapping her eyelashes, unable to figure out what to do next, the male palm reached the edge of the stocking and was already caressing the skin near the panties.

The boss coldly looked at the employee from under the luxurious eyelashes. Sexual harassment was paid again. Who said that “squeezing” is just to feel the breasts? It was necessary to negotiate the terms of the contract earlier, and now it is too late: as a selling woman, it is not fitting to resist, even though it happens in a public place.

She is still trying to save her face and smile derisively, but the man who paid for the service persistently pushes her hand between her thighs, and she has to give in to the onslaught by spreading her legs. Ilya immediately uses it, starting to caress the labia through the current tissue.

The woman gasps, so pleasant was this touch. She even for a moment forgets that visitors are around, albeit few.

Meanwhile, the subordinate shifts the panties in the direction and starts to caress the lips of the genitals directly. The fingers are hot and give a delightful pleasure, then gliding along the moist vagina, then gently touching the clitoris, then a little going deep. Inna Andreevna wants to argue that the last service is not paid for, but cannot argue because of the growing excitement. A moan breaks out of her throat, she looks anxiously around - the men present sometimes glance at the well-groomed blonde, but, fortunately, they cannot see what is happening under the tablecloth ... thousand rubles, already gradually fuck fingers, getting deeper and deeper. I want to surrender to these penetrations, throw my head back and moan sweetly and long. The buyer would certainly be satisfied. But the woman only spreads her hips even wider, with her skirt thrown up for nowhere else - a man for his money should enjoy the purchased vagina with maximum comfort.

She allows herself only to start, when male fingers sharply enter the knuckles. Moreover, the wings of the nose tremble, if they caress it gently and elegantly, passing over swollen lips. Perhaps it all turns into torture because of the impossibility to express emotions with all sensuality from somewhere. Yes, and time!

Inna Andreevna looks at the phone and cuts through her teeth. Her voice sounds smooth and indifferent, as if in her panties and does not dispose of a confident male hand:

- Ilya Alekseevich, you are not on time. Before you put out money for a dubious pleasure, it was necessary to specify the duration. Lunch is over, and your time is too. So that...

Ilya stares at her, dumbfounded, still full of emotions from the sensation of the silky moist lips of a beautiful woman:

- BUT? What?

- Do not be stupid, Ilya Alekseevich, and do not forget that for being late from lunch follows a fine.

Inna Andreevna pulls away and straightens her skirt, watching with satisfaction the chagrin that has appeared on the face of the subordinate. However, even more satisfaction is the rather big bulge formed in the groin of a man.

The boss rises and points to the thousandth note:

- Pay for me, I hope this is enough.

And then goes to the exit, slender and strict, floating among admiring male views. “I paid for my dinner with the fact that between my legs man's fingers fumbled like that,” she thinks, her heart pounding at this thought even more, surrendering to the pulsation in sweetly aching, tormented sponges ...

In the afternoon, Inna Andreevna, with all her undisturbed ardor, plunged into work. She understood that she interferes with fully established processes and hurts the cause rather than helps, but she could not do anything - it was wet between her legs after dinner, which ended in such an unusual dessert, and the production details were at least a little distracting. In order to at least somehow justify to the employees, the boss wrote out several bonuses and even allowed one of the employees, the mother of two children, to leave work early. She even felt some relief - the events of the first half of the day were a little marginalized. Until the door to the office opened and Ilya appeared on the threshold.

“Helen,” he quit half-turning to the secretary, “Inna Andreevna’s and I should discuss an important project, so we shouldn’t be disturbed for some time.”

“Since when do you manage in my office,” the boss raised an eyebrow, but the subordinate had already crossed the office and threw two pink bills on the table.

- Here, Inna Andreevna, by the right of the fact that this time was paid by me.

Seeing the money on the table, the woman immediately felt herself running again. The deal with Ilya has already been concluded: he pays, and she offers the goods ... And in this case her body served as a commodity. Everything is very simple - the money is on the table, which means that it must provide paid services.

The boss with an unwavering face gets up, goes around the table and turns her back to the employee. She feels like an accessible whore, sex with which does not represent anything other than commodity-money relations. But this is exactly the way Inna Andreevna turns her on, that she unhesitatingly pushes her skirt, tightens her panties to the middle of her thighs, just below the edge of her stockings, and bends down, resting her elbows on the table and stooping in front of a man. The body trembles in anticipation and shudders when the brain is aware of the situation in detail: a sales woman obligingly places her hole at the client’s disposal as soon as he wishes ... Pre-paying, of course! A man will satisfy his lust and leave as soon as the need for her services disappears.

But then all coherent thoughts are blown out of my head - as soon as the boss feels like a hot, rounded head is attached to sexual lips. She sighs violently and feels that a man with pressure holds a member along the hole, crushing sensitive folds. The desire to surrender to the will of the man who bought her body becomes intolerable, but even now delightful sensations fill the mind completely. And do not understand what you want more - that such exquisite torture or domineering penetration. Inna Andreevna is ready to ask Ilya to finally pierce her with a strong member, but she recalls in time that at the moment she is only hired personnel who must fulfill any whims of the client. Therefore, despite the trembling inside she suffers sweet mockery, only slightly shaking her hips, as if caressing a member with sexual lips. After all, this should please the client, which means the work will be done ideally, as she likes.

Finally she hears:

- Fill yourself!

Even in such smallness she should not refuse a man! He is reluctant to tinker, tucking the dick in the obedient whore, so, chasing the sensations in her fingers, she grabs the trunk and sends it to herself. The vagina is unusually wet, and the penis falls all the way down. Inna Andreevna screams, feeling ... Read more →

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