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         She came out of the apartment building an hour later, fully made up and dressed for work.  She hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.  When she noticed the cabbie glancing at the cleavage shown by her low-cut suit, she scooted over to where he could clearly see her in the rearview mirror.  She hiked up her skirt and opened her legs, letting him see that she was not wearing any underwear.  She admired herself for a moment, the short blond curls framing the pink lips of her cunt, before she opened her compact mirror and pretended to repair her make-up.  She watched him as he surreptitiously musterbated, staring so often at the mirror that it was a blessing there wasn’t much traffic on the road. 
Watching him turned her on that she was getting wet herself.  She opened her legs wider and the cabbie saw that the pink lips were getting wet.  He began driving with one hand, while the other rubbed his penis furiously.  When he glanced back at her in the mirror, she caught his eye.
“I’m horny,” she told him. 
Without a word, the cabbie turned his car into a parking lot.    She lay on the backseat, her skirt pooled around her waist and her legs wide open.  He fumbled out of the driver seat and nearly ripped off her door in his haste.  He knelt and covered her cunt with his mouth, sucking and lapping with his tongue, while he continued rubbing his penis mercilessly.  She raised her legs and rested them on either side of his shoulders, her black strappy high heels on his back, raising her hips to give him fuller access, allowing his tongue to enter her and alternately suck her clit.  She came into his mouth, clutching his head, grinding her cunt into his face.

She stepped out of the cab ten minutes later, her make-up repaired and her clothes immaculate.  She did not even spare the cabbie a backward glance as she walked towards the building’s revolving doors, but the cabbie stared after her, the taste of her sex still on his tongue.  What he wouldn’t give to have her as a passenger again.  But next time, he would really fuck her good, make sure his cock fucks every part of her body before he finished with her.  Dreamily, he drove on.
She entered the office, taking off her blazer and draping it on the back of her chair, revealing a full cleavage showed off by her almost-transparent blouse.  The airconditioner was on full blast and her nipples puckered, dark red cherries almost visible through the white silk.  She sat and crossed her legs, hiking her black skirt to mid-thigh.  She booted up her desktop and prepared to work, while the rest of the office’s male population, who were quite productive earlier, stopped working as most of their blood cells transferred from their brains into their penises.
Kevin, the company’s CEO, saw her arrival and how it affected his male employees.  Most of them walked around carrying folders to hide their stiff erections.  It would do to get her out of there for a couple of hours so that the others could work, he decided.  He dialed her local number.
“Come into my office,” he told her.
She stood up and walked towards his office, seemingly oblivious to the male eyes following her progress.  She closed the door behind her and approached his desk.  She walked around it, stepping just inches from the left side of his face, so that he could catch a whiff of her sex.  She bent over his shoulder, brushing her hard nipples against him, as she placed a stack of documents on his desk.
“These are for your signature,” she murmured.
He picked up a pen and started signing the documents, but his mind was on his left hand which he ran up her legs and under her skirt.  He took a sharp breath when he realized that his fingers did not encounter any panties but were teased by soft pubic curls that were already wet in anticipation.  Licking his lips, he speared two fingers upwards, causing her to gasp in excitement.  She opened her legs a bit wider and held on to the back of his chair as he fingered her roughly.
Kevin stopped the pretense of working and opened his pants, freeing his already stiff penis. He stopped fingering her and she watched hungrily while he licked her juice from his fingers.  He reached up and tangled his fingers in her hair, bringing her head down to his lap. He thrust his thick shaft between her lips and she sucked greedily.
“Earn your salary, you sex-crazed bitch,” he whispered fiercely, closing his eyes as she worked him with her hands and mouth.
She swallowed when he came into her mouth, then licked him clean.  Her ministrations brought on another powerful hard-on and he lifted her onto his desk, hiking her skirt and shoving his penis into her.  She held on to the edge of his desk, her whole body rocked by his powerful thrusts.  She opened her legs wider, almost spread-eagled on top of the documents she wanted him to sign.  The intercom buzzed in mid-thrust and she stifled her moans.
“Mr. Perry, your wife on line two,” his secretary informed him.
Kevin turned on the loudspeaker and tightened his hold on her hips, not breaking the rhythm of his thrusts.  She bit her lips as he pounded her.
“Hi honey,” he said.
“Hi Kevin, I was wondering what time you’ll be home?  I just wanted to remind you that my parents will be having dinner with us tonight,” his wife said cheerfully, as Kevin reached between them with his right hand, teasing her clit as he continued fucking her. 
“I’ll be home by seven, dear.  Dinner’s at eight, right?”  He suddenly pulled out of her and turned her around so that she was lying on his desk on her stomach, her buttocks raised towards him.  He bent and licked her vagina before shoving his penis into her again.
“Yes, that’s good then.” Mrs. Perry answered, “Are things going well at the office?”
“Pretty well,” he answered, “I’m riding my employees really hard.”  He smoothed her buttocks upwards as he fucked her.  Her face was to one side, her eyes were closed but her mouth was opened in ecstasy as he rode her hard.
“That’s great dear!  I’ll see you later then.”  His wife rang off and he pressed the mute button on the intercom.