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"Good morning, everyone," Mark, my boss, says to the team.
I dread the day I return to the office. They will suck me back into useless meetings that start late because everyone wants to chat and catch up like they don't stop at each other's desks or go out to lunch every other day. I adjust my webcam on my computer and pull out a clean sheet of paper. I make sure to mute myself and grab for my meeting materials.
"Hey," Kyle says, poking his head into my office. "Do you need a refill before your meeting starts?"
"Thanks babe," I say, smiling warmly at him as I hold my empty mug out.
He stands in front of my desk and gives me a once over.
"I didn't see you get ready," he says, his voice low. I pause in pulling the advanced reader copy of a new release from my desk to look at him.
"Ah, ah," I say, smiling and shaking my head. "You didn't get enough before I got up?"
"You tuckered me out," he says, index finger running the length of my desk. "I also can never get enough of you."
"You'll have to wait," I say, pointing to my computer.
Kyle rolls his eyes and waves my empty mug above his head as he walks out.
"How was everyone's weekend? Amy, did you have fun at your mom's?"
"Yeah," I say, quickly unmuting myself and smiling at my colleagues. "She's recovering well."
"That's great to hear. I know you were worried."
Mark launches into an overview of the meeting while I skim my emails in another window. I type some simple replies to Marketing and Finance, starring my more complicated emails for later. Kyle appears in the door a few minutes later, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He sets it down on my desk and I blow him a kiss as a thank you.
But instead of leaving, Kyle's tongue traces his lips. I narrow my eyes at him and slowly shake my head. He smirks and bends at the waist to peer under my desk. He bites his knuckle, suppressing a groan, and shakes his head at me.
"Naughty girl," he mouths, pointing to the fact that I'm not wearing panties under my skirt.
It's laundry day.
"We've got a new project coming down the pipeline. I am just waiting for the acquisitions team to put eryaman orospu telefonları (http://www.eryamanda.com) together the..."
I pull myself closer to my desk and sit up, crossing one leg over the other. Kyle pouts and I shake my head without looking at him. He stands still in front of my desk for a moment before sinking down onto the floor and disappearing under the mahogany.
I freeze in my chair, staring unblinking at my screen while Kyle's rough hand walks slowly up my foot. He touches each of my toes with his lips while his hand encircles my ankle and runs down my arch. I am trying to focus on Mark's face and let the information of our project timeline soak into my brain, but Kyle's lightly biting the side of my foot. His tongue swirls over my ankle bone and his nails scratch up my thighs.
Kyle knows I can't turn off my camera during meetings. For a brief second, I think of batting his face away from between my legs, but I'm turned on. He parts my legs and I glance down to meet his hot gaze. He has warm brown eyes and a scruffy beard. The hairs are tickling the soft flesh of my thighs. His hands curve around my knee and in a quick movement, he yanks me so my ass is on the edge of my chair. Easy access.
Quickly, I compose my face as the anticipation mounts. I grip the arms to steady myself and bite on the cap of my pen. Kyle's teeth bite gently along my left inner thigh while he guides my right foot down towards his hard cock. I let my big toe run along his entire length.
Zoom's reminder that my microphone is off pops up when a breathy sigh escapes my lips. No, I definitely don't want it on right now. Not with his tongue inches from the crux of my hip and leg. In the upper corner of my screen, I focus on my face as Kyle traces X's on my bare mound and then swirls my clit. My legs seize and I use my free hand to grip his curly hair. My fingers are tight and he moans hungrily.
"Amy!"
I jerk my eyes back to my screen, clearly startled. Quickly, I unmute myself just as Kyle's thumb strokes over my clit.
"Yes! Sorry!"
"I know it's Monday, but this is important. Do you know when the first dev edits will be completed for this?"
"The sincan bayan escort (http://www.eryamanda.com/escort/sincan-escort) uhh?" I fumble around on my desk, my thighs tight around Kyle's face for balance so the chair doesn't send me flying backwards. Pleasure jolts up my spine as Kyle flicks my clit over and over. I lift some of the papers on my pad and skim the notes. "Wednesday, sir. We want a, uh, quick timeline for this."
"Excellent," my boss says, giving me a smile and a nod along with my other colleagues.
I want to reach down and slap Kyle, but his hand slides up my thighs to press me back into the chair. I mute myself again, eyes never leaving the screen. I am guided to prop one of my legs onto Kyle's shoulder and the second onto an open drawer. My video feed is just me from the chest up, sitting as still as possible in my black chair. Below, Kyle is spreading my honey dripped lips and sucking on them.
"Isn't this nice?" Kyle hums, the sound of his slurping filling the room and prompting another reminder on my Zoom screen.
I put a hand on my face to cover my mouth.
"You're the devil," I hiss and another moan escapes.
"It would be impossible to make that timeline work," David, from Marketing, says in the meeting. "Amy, can you explain?"
My brain is frazzled as I hit the unmute button. Below, Kyle's tongue dips into my hole and slowly strokes against my opening. I clear my throat and try to shift in my chair. Kyle's hands press harder into my hips, pinning me to the leather.
"Mark, Marketing is just barely finishing up the PR materials for Alyson's latest release, plus they still have Tamara's and Haji's releases as well this month," I say, my brain finally separating the assault on my pussy from the work in front of me. "We would need at least an additional six weeks for this release if we wanted to yield the highest amount of sales before Christmas."
Kyle's finger rubs up and down my pussy before slowly slipping into me. My walls grip him and I bite down on my tongue. Mark and David go back and forth and I slip back into my muted space, cover my mouth again, and jerk my hips into Kyle's face.
"You are a model employee, Amy," batıkent escort (http://www.eryamanda.com/escort/batikent-escort-gercek-escortlar) Kyle says, chuckling into my cunt.
His finger moves slowly, stroking gently at my walls and pressing lightly onto my g-spot. I want him to go faster. His slow pace makes me itch to beg, but we're only twenty minutes into this damn hour-long meeting.
"Fuck me," I whisper, reaching down to grip his wrist.
"You're working," Kyle points out, but his finger picks up the pace.
"I don't care. I want you to make me cum on your face right now in front of these people."
Kyle doesn't need prompting or convincing. His arm comes across my hips and he curls two of his fingers into me. I adjust my legs to spread them wider. His tongue works shapes and letters I can't make out on my clit while my orgasm mounts deep inside me. I want to let go. I want to completely unravel here at my desk and let the neighbors know I am cumming hard for this man.
But I fight the moans and the groans. My knuckle hurts from my teeth. My stomach clenches and unclenches and my hips roll like the tide. On my screen, Candice from Finance is presenting data from this month's sales. Below, Kyle is slurping and sucking until my body seizes.
"Good girl. Cum for me. Let them see you cum."
I want to. I want to tangle my fingers in his hair, throw my head back, and ride his face until he drowns in my juices. I want to pull him up, bend over my desk, and let him fuck me for all thirty-five people to see, watch, and get off too. Instead, I let out one long, loud moan and I feel my juices roll over my asshole and puddle on the chair. My toes curl, my knees buckle, and my both my fists clench. Nails leave impressions on my palms.
My naughty, secret orgasm leaves me tingling and hungry for more as Kyle licks me clean and crawls out from under the desk. I watch him run his thumb from one edge of his mouth to the other. My juices leave a sticky film on his beard. He's not done with me. His cock is hard in his sweatpants. His body is tense and his eyes reflect the same desire I know mine do.
"When you're done," Kyle says, sucking my juices from one finger and then the other. "You can come get seconds downstairs."
"Amy! Amy!"
"Sorry! Kyle came in asking me a question!"
"Oh! Hey Kyle!" Mark says warmly, waving as if Kyle can see him.
Kyle only blows me a kiss and disappears while I reach down to rub my sweet juices all over my swollen, hungry cunt.
I dread the day I return to the office. They will suck me back into useless meetings that start late because everyone wants to chat and catch up like they don't stop at each other's desks or go out to lunch every other day. I adjust my webcam on my computer and pull out a clean sheet of paper. I make sure to mute myself and grab for my meeting materials.
"Hey," Kyle says, poking his head into my office. "Do you need a refill before your meeting starts?"
"Thanks babe," I say, smiling warmly at him as I hold my empty mug out.
He stands in front of my desk and gives me a once over.
"I didn't see you get ready," he says, his voice low. I pause in pulling the advanced reader copy of a new release from my desk to look at him.
"Ah, ah," I say, smiling and shaking my head. "You didn't get enough before I got up?"
"You tuckered me out," he says, index finger running the length of my desk. "I also can never get enough of you."
"You'll have to wait," I say, pointing to my computer.
Kyle rolls his eyes and waves my empty mug above his head as he walks out.
"How was everyone's weekend? Amy, did you have fun at your mom's?"
"Yeah," I say, quickly unmuting myself and smiling at my colleagues. "She's recovering well."
"That's great to hear. I know you were worried."
Mark launches into an overview of the meeting while I skim my emails in another window. I type some simple replies to Marketing and Finance, starring my more complicated emails for later. Kyle appears in the door a few minutes later, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He sets it down on my desk and I blow him a kiss as a thank you.
But instead of leaving, Kyle's tongue traces his lips. I narrow my eyes at him and slowly shake my head. He smirks and bends at the waist to peer under my desk. He bites his knuckle, suppressing a groan, and shakes his head at me.
"Naughty girl," he mouths, pointing to the fact that I'm not wearing panties under my skirt.
It's laundry day.
"We've got a new project coming down the pipeline. I am just waiting for the acquisitions team to put eryaman orospu telefonları (http://www.eryamanda.com) together the..."
I pull myself closer to my desk and sit up, crossing one leg over the other. Kyle pouts and I shake my head without looking at him. He stands still in front of my desk for a moment before sinking down onto the floor and disappearing under the mahogany.
I freeze in my chair, staring unblinking at my screen while Kyle's rough hand walks slowly up my foot. He touches each of my toes with his lips while his hand encircles my ankle and runs down my arch. I am trying to focus on Mark's face and let the information of our project timeline soak into my brain, but Kyle's lightly biting the side of my foot. His tongue swirls over my ankle bone and his nails scratch up my thighs.
Kyle knows I can't turn off my camera during meetings. For a brief second, I think of batting his face away from between my legs, but I'm turned on. He parts my legs and I glance down to meet his hot gaze. He has warm brown eyes and a scruffy beard. The hairs are tickling the soft flesh of my thighs. His hands curve around my knee and in a quick movement, he yanks me so my ass is on the edge of my chair. Easy access.
Quickly, I compose my face as the anticipation mounts. I grip the arms to steady myself and bite on the cap of my pen. Kyle's teeth bite gently along my left inner thigh while he guides my right foot down towards his hard cock. I let my big toe run along his entire length.
Zoom's reminder that my microphone is off pops up when a breathy sigh escapes my lips. No, I definitely don't want it on right now. Not with his tongue inches from the crux of my hip and leg. In the upper corner of my screen, I focus on my face as Kyle traces X's on my bare mound and then swirls my clit. My legs seize and I use my free hand to grip his curly hair. My fingers are tight and he moans hungrily.
"Amy!"
I jerk my eyes back to my screen, clearly startled. Quickly, I unmute myself just as Kyle's thumb strokes over my clit.
"Yes! Sorry!"
"I know it's Monday, but this is important. Do you know when the first dev edits will be completed for this?"
"The sincan bayan escort (http://www.eryamanda.com/escort/sincan-escort) uhh?" I fumble around on my desk, my thighs tight around Kyle's face for balance so the chair doesn't send me flying backwards. Pleasure jolts up my spine as Kyle flicks my clit over and over. I lift some of the papers on my pad and skim the notes. "Wednesday, sir. We want a, uh, quick timeline for this."
"Excellent," my boss says, giving me a smile and a nod along with my other colleagues.
I want to reach down and slap Kyle, but his hand slides up my thighs to press me back into the chair. I mute myself again, eyes never leaving the screen. I am guided to prop one of my legs onto Kyle's shoulder and the second onto an open drawer. My video feed is just me from the chest up, sitting as still as possible in my black chair. Below, Kyle is spreading my honey dripped lips and sucking on them.
"Isn't this nice?" Kyle hums, the sound of his slurping filling the room and prompting another reminder on my Zoom screen.
I put a hand on my face to cover my mouth.
"You're the devil," I hiss and another moan escapes.
"It would be impossible to make that timeline work," David, from Marketing, says in the meeting. "Amy, can you explain?"
My brain is frazzled as I hit the unmute button. Below, Kyle's tongue dips into my hole and slowly strokes against my opening. I clear my throat and try to shift in my chair. Kyle's hands press harder into my hips, pinning me to the leather.
"Mark, Marketing is just barely finishing up the PR materials for Alyson's latest release, plus they still have Tamara's and Haji's releases as well this month," I say, my brain finally separating the assault on my pussy from the work in front of me. "We would need at least an additional six weeks for this release if we wanted to yield the highest amount of sales before Christmas."
Kyle's finger rubs up and down my pussy before slowly slipping into me. My walls grip him and I bite down on my tongue. Mark and David go back and forth and I slip back into my muted space, cover my mouth again, and jerk my hips into Kyle's face.
"You are a model employee, Amy," batıkent escort (http://www.eryamanda.com/escort/batikent-escort-gercek-escortlar) Kyle says, chuckling into my cunt.
His finger moves slowly, stroking gently at my walls and pressing lightly onto my g-spot. I want him to go faster. His slow pace makes me itch to beg, but we're only twenty minutes into this damn hour-long meeting.
"Fuck me," I whisper, reaching down to grip his wrist.
"You're working," Kyle points out, but his finger picks up the pace.
"I don't care. I want you to make me cum on your face right now in front of these people."
Kyle doesn't need prompting or convincing. His arm comes across my hips and he curls two of his fingers into me. I adjust my legs to spread them wider. His tongue works shapes and letters I can't make out on my clit while my orgasm mounts deep inside me. I want to let go. I want to completely unravel here at my desk and let the neighbors know I am cumming hard for this man.
But I fight the moans and the groans. My knuckle hurts from my teeth. My stomach clenches and unclenches and my hips roll like the tide. On my screen, Candice from Finance is presenting data from this month's sales. Below, Kyle is slurping and sucking until my body seizes.
"Good girl. Cum for me. Let them see you cum."
I want to. I want to tangle my fingers in his hair, throw my head back, and ride his face until he drowns in my juices. I want to pull him up, bend over my desk, and let him fuck me for all thirty-five people to see, watch, and get off too. Instead, I let out one long, loud moan and I feel my juices roll over my asshole and puddle on the chair. My toes curl, my knees buckle, and my both my fists clench. Nails leave impressions on my palms.
My naughty, secret orgasm leaves me tingling and hungry for more as Kyle licks me clean and crawls out from under the desk. I watch him run his thumb from one edge of his mouth to the other. My juices leave a sticky film on his beard. He's not done with me. His cock is hard in his sweatpants. His body is tense and his eyes reflect the same desire I know mine do.
"When you're done," Kyle says, sucking my juices from one finger and then the other. "You can come get seconds downstairs."
"Amy! Amy!"
"Sorry! Kyle came in asking me a question!"
"Oh! Hey Kyle!" Mark says warmly, waving as if Kyle can see him.
Kyle only blows me a kiss and disappears while I reach down to rub my sweet juices all over my swollen, hungry cunt.