You want to tell your girlfriend that now’s not a good time to talk, that you’ll call her back later, but Misato seems to want you to keep her on the line. And you’re enjoying being hip deep in her beautiful backside too much to not give her exactly what she wants.
“Yeah,” you say, trying hard to keep your voice even as Misato keeps moving her hips. “What’s u-uhhh-p?”
“It’s getting awfully late,” Gina says. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you say.
“Mmmm,” Misato whispers. “Yeah, you are.”
Those soft, supple cheeks are sending pleasure through every part of you as they massage your rock-hard manhood.
“I was just wondering if you were hungry,” Gina says. “I thought maybe you could take a little break so we could grab a bite together?”
“Umm, no,” you say. “I already, uh, ate something.”
“Really? What?”
“Buns,” you say.
“And weren’t they delicious?” Misato whispers.
“Tastiest buns I ever ate,” you say, talking to both women at once.
“Why are you slowing down?” Misato says quietly. “Focus. If you want to be successful in this career, I need you to show me you know how to multi-task.”
You can barely hear what Gina’s saying now, you’re so focused on pleasing Misato. You continue pounding her into her desk.
“I’m just worried about you,” Gina says.
“I can take care of m-m-mys-elf,” you say. “I’m a g-g-grown man.”
“Yeah, you are,” Misato says, making the words a slow, sexy purr that excites you even more.
“Who’s with you?” Gina asks. “Is that a woman’s voice I hear?”
“It’s just my boss, Miss Kats-oooh-ragi,” you say, finding it harder and harder to get the words out as her cheeks keep clapping together with your excited appendage between them. You just hope Gina can’t hear the slapping of flesh against flesh over the phone. “I’m trying really ha-arrrrr-d to make sure she’s satisfied with the wo-uhrrrrr-k I’m doing.”
The desk is rocking so hard from you pounding Misato against it that a cup filled with pencils and pens falls to the floor, sending the contents noisily clattering across the carpet. A stack of manila file folders collapses, sending papers gliding down to the floor. The stapler topples over the edge of the desk and lands in the trashcan below.
Misato sweeps most of what’s still remaining on top of the desk to the floor on purpose now.
“What was that?” Gina asks.
Misato pulls your arms off of her and signals to you that she needs you to back up. Once you’ve pulled out of her, she twirls around, grabs you, and then spins you around so your back’s up against the desk.
“Just making a little more desk space,” you say.
Misato keeps backing you further into the desk. The way it digs into your back becomes way too uncomfortable for you to do anything but take the hint and climb on top of it. Once you’re sitting on the edge of the desk, Misato climbs up and sits down directly on your concrete-hard column.
You’re so overcome with pleasure as she bounces her tight ass up and down on you, you can’t even form words anymore.
Misato takes the phone from you.
“Hello? This is Miss Katsuragi, James’ boss. You must be Gina. James gu-uhhhhhh-shes about you all the ti-ayyyyyyy-me.”
She’s let the professional demeanor drop, perhaps to toy with you, and now is moaning like a porn star with practically every word.
“James is do-oooooh-ing such great w-uhhhhr-k around here .” Hip thrust. “We all . . . lo-uhhhhhh-ve him s-ooooooh much!” Hip thrust. “We’re all very, very, v-ehhhhhhhr-y pleased with his p-p-p-uhhhhhhr-erformance here.” Hip thrust. “Don’t wo-uhhhhhr-y. I’m going t-ooooh take such good c-ca-ehhhhh-re of him!”
She lets out a long, pleasured moan.
“He’s such a . . . such a . . . hard worker!”
This feels so amazing, you’re pretty sure you’re about to blow any second now. Your girlfriend must be talking now, because Misato is just nodding wildly while moaning and repeatedly saying “Yeah” into the phone.
The desk creaks as the two of you bounce up and down on top of it. A small container of paperclips clatters to the office floor.
“Okay. It feels so, so nice ta-ahhhhh-lking to y-ooooh! But James has to go so he can . . . oh, fu--! . . . focus on his work n-owwwww!”
She can barely even get the words out as you pound her. Then she hands the phone back to you.
“I . . . love . . . y-oooooooh!” you scream into the phone, not sure whether you’re directing that declaration at Gina or Misato. Maybe both.
You hang up right as you and your boss both orgasm at the same time.
Misato doesn’t move as she catches her breath, her shapely ass resting in your lap.
“That was exactly the performance I needed out of you tonight,” Misato finally says. “You can go now. If that’s what you want, that is.”
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