You and Mr. Moore's post coital bliss is interrupted by three soft knocks on the fine mahogany door of his office. This prompts your boss to let out a high pitched eek, as he buries his head in your chest, embarrassed. Not waiting for an answer, the door opens a crack and Giselle squeezes her way inside.
You peer over your shoulder at her, still fully naked on top of the executive desk. Giselle closes the door quickly, careful not to let anyone outside see in, and leans against it looking stressed. Composing himself a little, but still holding your body close on top of his Mr. Moore in his usual baritone barks "Giselle! This better be good".
The well hung busty secretary tears her eyes off your plump shiny cheeks and quickly says "I'm so sorry Mr. Moore but the team from Johnson & Johnson are here early". Your massive boss effortlessly lifts you off of him, his recent stint of submissiveness seemingly forgotten. He places you gently on the desk as he gets up to pace, still buck naked and panting. "Christ already? Has harmony got their numbers in yet?" Giselle shakes her head, not breaking eye contact with Mr. Moore, but slowly edging to where you lay on the desk. "I just talked to her, she was expecting at least two more hours to finalize things, plus the sales team is still out on that lunch with the new chip people, and with traffic what it is I wouldn't expect them back for another forty five minutes minimum". Giselle pauses, waiting for Mr. Moore to ask her any more questions, but he just stands there, one hand stroking his chin, the other idly curling a finger through his pubes. You just lay there, recovered from the vigorous fucking and hard as steel yet again. You feel Giselle's strong typists fingers running up and down your plump thunder thighs as she awaits further instruction from the Boss. She bites her lip looking at your prone slutty form, her left hand once again rubbing over the bulge in her tight buisness skirt.
Before she can take things any further however, Mr. Moore spins around, a look of resolve on his face. "Giselle I need you to focus, there'll be time enough to fuck Ben later, where are they now?"
"In conference room D sir, Ive got tom grabbing them coffees as we speak". Mr. Moore walks up next to Giselle, both of them fondling your thighs like stress balls. "Ben this Johnson & Johnson account is huge, if it goes down right we'll be doing massive system overhauls for them. I'm going to clean up and give harmony as much man power as I can muster" his desperate needy moans come to your mind as he says this but you choose to keep your mouth shut. He looks at Giselle, "getbon the phone with sales, tell them the chipset guys can wait, leave them at the restaurant if they have to, but we need them here as fast as possible". Giselle pouting, but determined, takes one final longing look at you before tucking her cock up into the waistband of her skirt and rushing out the door.
As soon as shes out the door, hes all over you again, hands kneading your massive cheeks. "This is fucking rediculous, theyre trying to big league us, see if we crack under the pressure. But they dont know ive got an ace up my sleeve". He looks down at you, a towering pillar of nude masculinity, pussy and all. "This is a little unorthodox Ben, but I need you now even more than this morning." He pulls you up to your feet, and places his strong hands on your shoulders, lightly massagung them, you eek out a moan like the slut you are. "I was considering introducing you to the team from Johnson and Johnson anyways, demonstrate a fre of the benefits of working with us". He shoots you a rare smile "I know im throwing your in the deepend here. I know you don't have any sales experience, but damnit we need to stall them. I want you to get down to conference room D and make sure thise guys are happy waiting as long as we need". Mr. Moore slides his hands down your back once more, massaging your endlessly jiggling ass. "I beleive in you Ben. If anybody can do this its you".
With this he gives your rump one more firm smack before rushing off to the bathroom attached to his corner office, leaving you alone. Man, you thought, fucking a coworker at a time is one thing. Hell, fucking your intimidating bosses pussy had been fun. This was going to put your newly flowered sluttyness to the test.
Not even bothering to put your clothes back on you hurry out the door, more than a little excited at the mystery of what was to come.
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