1. Executive Asst Caught in a Moment of Self Pleaure


    Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    end. Yvonne stood and we kissed. Her kisses were sweeter than chocolate. She turned and hiked up her skirt. “Put it in me,” she pleaded. I rubbed the tip end of my cock around the edges of her shaven pussy. Yvonne did her part to provide the opening, using her red tipped finger-nailed fingers to spread open her vagina. I pushed up against her clit and playfully teased her. She grabbed my cock and directed it into her steaming hot pussy. I pushed forward, the walls of her vagina clamping down on the shaft of my hot rod. “Ohhhhhmyfuckinggawd,” Yvonne exclaimed, “Hold up.” I waited. After a few seconds, I eased further inside of her, at her urging. “Give it to me,” Yvonne pleaded. She hummed as I pushed deeper into her womb. My pelvis pressed against her ass. I was all the way in. She matched my hip thrusts, her hands balled up in fists. “Ohhhh. . . .ohhhhhhhh. . . .yes! Yesssssssssss!” she extolled, panting in an effort to catch her breath. Suddenly, Yvonne shimmered and her entire body quivered. “Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Yvonne extolled in rapid fire succession, as a cataclysmic orgasm rocked her hot body. I couldn’t hold back. I unloaded forcefully, deep into her pussy. I loaded her up with so much cum, that it leaked down her leg and dribbled on to the carpeted floor of the conference room. Yvonne slid forward on to the conference room table, her butt totally exposed to me. “Oh . . .my . .fucking . . .gawd,” Yvonne exclaimed. “This was wild!” She turned and ...
    collapsed into one of the high back leather chairs. I did the same, right next to her. The light on my cell phone, which was sitting on the conference room table, blinked. We both looked at it. “Perfect timing,” I replied, knowing the email alert was the message we had been waiting on. Yvonne slipped on her blazer, as I retrieved my boxer shorts and trousers. I slipped my shirt back on, but left it unbuttoned. I watched as Yvonne stood and stumbled out of the conference room. I followed her to her desk. She took a seat and checked her email, as I leaned over her shoulder and watched. “No new news to report,” read the subject line. “Next update at 7am.” “Well fuck!” I responded. Yvonne swiveled in her chair. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and smiled. “Can I come in late in the morning?” Yvonne inquired. “Only if you spend the night at my place,” I replied. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Yvonne teased, twirling a finger in her hair. I couldn’t deny it. I was hooked. Yvonne gathered her stuff, as I shut down my office computer. I looked up and Yvonne was standing in the doorway of my office. She still hadn’t put on anything under her blazer, which parted in the center just enough to reveal her shirtless self. “Are you going like that?” I inquired, taking note of her risqué attire. Yvonne looked down and smiled. “Does it matter?” she asked. “No,” I replied. “I’m fine with it, if you are.” It was well after midnight, as we walked out of the main lobby. I took Yvonne’s hand ...