1. What happens in Abu Dhabi, stays in Abu Dhabi


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: Office Sex, Author: PervertedPA, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    emailed the report to his superiors back in London. “Thanks for your hard work this past month, Claire, I knew I could rely on you,” he said, standing behind me and looking at me in the mirror. My head was about at waist height as I was sat down. “No problem, it’s been a fantastic opportunity,” I said. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and seemed to wait for my reaction before starting to massage them in a really erotic way. I was a little taken aback – despite the flirting and increasing physical contact, I hadn’t expected him to make a move. But as he began to put his hands under the wide straps of my shift dress, I knew what he wanted. I wasn’t sure how I felt – on the one hand it was erotic and I really wanted it, but the sensible side saw this as career suicide. I still didn’t stop him as he told me to stand up in front of the mirror and to keep looking at him, with my hands on the desk. I couldn’t keep my eyes off, despite myself, as he unzipped the long zip on the back of my blue dress and let it fall to the ground. He pulled my long brown hair to one side, and started to kiss my neck then ran his hands all over my body. The stopped at my DD breasts and massaged them over my bra, pushing himself closer to me as he did so. I could feel his erection against my back and I moaned a little as I imagined how it would feel inside of me. He ran just his thump under the fabric of my bra and began to flick at my already hard nipples. He somehow made them harder and I ...
    moaned with pleasure. Then, he released my breasts from the bra, letting it drop to the floor. “I always wondered if these were real or not,” he commented, and then spent a lot of time massaging my breasts. He seemed to love them and was mesmerised that they were natural. As he became more turned on, he twisted my nipples harder and harder, which made me scream in ecstasy. He then removed his hands from my breasts and heard him undoing his belt, unzipping the trousers and the sound of them falling to the floor. I guessed his pants were there too when I felt his silky cock press against my arse cheeks. “Now, if you didn’t want anyone else to see you naked, why would you wear such a flimsy little thong as this?” he asked, clearly rhetorically, as he literally ripped the lace thong from me. I let out a little yelp as I felt the fabric tighten against my clit and my wetness, before the tension went and it flopped away. I went to reach round and touch his cock but he stopped me. “Nope, hands off. I’m the boss and I want to see the sights.” He then took my hands and placed them on the back of the chair, ensuring I was bent over with my nakedness at his beck and call. He took off his tie, which he slapped playfully across my arse cheeks before tying my hands to the chair, “just to be sure I wouldn’t touch him”. He then knelt down behind me and began to lick my already wet pussy. Firstly, the smooth outer labia, before moving to the pink inner labia and finally reaching my clit. I moaned ...
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