- Well, what shall we do, Victoria Pavlovna? - Tired of yelling, the chef looked at me.
Almost crying, I bleated:
- I will write a letter of resignation, Alexander Vyacheslavovich, today.
The chef just chuckled.
- Do you think this will help me?
His gaze suddenly became thoughtful and slid over me. I even sweated under this appraising look through my clothes. I was wearing a light transparent blouse, through which laces of a bra shone through, and a short, narrow skirt that wrapped around her hips like a second skin. Sandals on high heels, consisting of just a pair of thin straps, completed the outfit.
- Well, what, you will work out your mistake? Mind you, I will not give you leave. Apply - get ready for payments. So come here, baby.
I almost fell off my heels from such a transition. Feverish thoughts ran through my mind, and the chief looked at me expectantly. As if in a dream, I went around the table and stood a step away from the chief's chair. Without losing time, he pulled my elbow, and I was on his knees. The chef immediately launched his hand under my blouse, feeling my breasts through the laces of the bra. His fingers, by no means tender, were dominated by their clothes, and I could not come to my senses. From the unreality of what is happening, I was dizzy.
“How good you smell,” I heard, as if through a veil, and felt that I had been penetrated under the skirt. The imperious hand invaded between the thighs, and I had to, yielding to the onslaught, slightly spread my legs. Panties from the finest fabric could not serve at least some kind of barrier, and my lips were attacked by hard fingers. Tasting me between my legs, the chief decided that this was not enough.
“Good,” he said. “Now go out to the middle of the office and take off your clothes.”
Like a somnambulist, I swam from the table and, closing my eyes tightly, began to undress. The blouse, fastened with only one button on the chest, and the skirt did not cause me any particular difficulties. However, before removing the bra, I hesitated.
- Well?
The chef's voice urged me on, and, putting my hands behind my back, I undid the clasps. My breasts jumped out of a little cramped captivity.
- OU! - I heard the chef again. “I think you don't need a bra, Victoria.” Why do you hide such beauty?
Having considered the question rhetorical, I proceeded to the panties, if you can call it that shred of fabric that covered my pubis. I thrust my thumbs under the thin ribbons, shaking my hips, as I saw in some erotic film, began to lower my panties to my knees. When the panties fell at my feet, I heard the voice of the chief, in which approval was heard:
- You are completely shaved. I like it ... Well, now open your eyes.
Opening my eyes, I saw that the chef had already left the chair and was now sitting on the edge of the table just three steps away from me. The chief just threw off his jacket, remained fully dressed, even his tie did not loosen. And I stood in front of him on bending legs, completely naked, not daring to hide behind my hands. But not the feeling of shame made me strain. The chef's fly was unbuttoned, and from there stuck out a huge member in all its formidable glory. Eagerly looking at my body, the chef slowly stroked his gun with his hand. I hastily looked away from this procedure, with horror realizing how the lower stomach is filled with sweet languor. Having caught my eye, the chief grinned:
- He asks for you very much in your mouth, serve the baby.
Approaching, I stooped, and my nostrils felt the faint aroma of a male organ. In all its magnificence, he billowed in front of me, trembling as if in impatience. Opening his mouth, I gently grabbed the most top of my penis with my lips. The chief sighed loudly, and I felt a strong hand on my head. The pressure was so strong that I barely had time to open my mouth wider, as a huge member was immediately driven deep into my throat.
- Suck, good suck.
Following the instructions of the chief, I began to service his hard member. He asked the rhythm himself, clutching at my hair and tugging at my head like a doll one. Obeying, I swallowed the member so deeply that tears drew in my eyes, and my breathing fell, blocked by the head, which was driven into the very throat. Finally, the chef let go of my hair, and then I felt his hand lay on my highly upturned ass. Squeezing my buttocks, the chief, leaning forward a bit, reached for my crotch. Having stroked the anus that scared under this caress, his hand moved to the vagina.
- Yes, you're all wet
Alas, it was necessary to admit. Rejoicing respite, I released a member from his mouth. However, the chef should not feel the lack of attention to his huge "baby", but what good things again will have to swallow him too deep. My tongue fluttered over the swollen purple head, in addition, I grasped the barrel with my fingers and began to jerk it hard. Meanwhile, the chef's fingers, without meeting any obstacles, were tearing at my vagina with might and main. Nothing can change now, and I patiently endured such an unceremonious appeal.
Finally, the chef felt that I was quite prepared for his huge member, which he did not fail to tell me. Without delaying the case indefinitely, he imperiously unfolded me and sat me on the edge of the table. Instinctively, I squeezed my hips. But it was not there. The chief grabbed my leg and laid it on his shoulder, and pressed the second one so that the bent knee touched the table surface, while I had to lie back and lie down on the table. I almost howled, stretched in the crotch to the limit. Vaginal sponges, apparently, were also widely opened, as the chief, running his fingers over them, hemmed with satisfaction. Then he took up his penis and, putting him to my moist and shamelessly opened vagina in front of him, abruptly entered me. And suddenly he stopped, moaning:
- What are you close ...
Rather, his penis is very big. I didn't say that out loud, feeling impaled, so tightly covered my stretched vagina as hard as a wooden member. After a pause, the chief began to drive him into me. At first, the piston that walked in me with difficulty gave me only pain. But the young organism gradually took its toll, and now my muffled groans are woven into the growl of the muzhik processing me.
Under the blows of a powerful member of my ass crawled on the edge of the table. Something sharp was digging into the scapula, the crotch was still stretched so that it seemed: a little more and it would tear me apart. But I did not pay attention to it anymore, leaving my body at the complete disposal of the chief fucking me. And after a few movements of the powerful piston in me, I convulsively arched on the table and rapidly finished. My moans and vaginal contractions caused a backlash. The chief pulled out a member and with a roar sent hot thick jets at me. Sperm hit my lips, and I, still shaking from the incessant orgasm, felt how she poured over my shaved pubis.
Having come to myself in a few moments, I was embarrassed. The chief breathing heavily leaned over me, leaning on the table with his hands. And I lay in front of him in a shameless pose, all bathed in between legs tart-smelling sperm. In general, the usual secretarial position. Then the chief straightened up and, as if nothing had happened, removed the drooping member, fastened his fly and said:
- Go to the shower, put yourself in order, I will wash after.
I gathered the things scattered on the floor, blushing under the cheeky smiling look of the chief. He did not miss a single moment of this performance, it is good that there were few clothes. It is probably interesting to observe how a well-built blonde now and then bends, shining in intimate places, and thick sperm runs down her hips to graceful feet. He himself is fully dressed, bastard, even the tie is not lost. But the mockery of me did not end there: when I passed by with a pile of things pressed to my chest, he rewarded me with a resounding slap lower than his back ...
Just before the end of the working day I heard in the intercom:
- Victoria, come to me ...
His voice sounded hoarse, and I doomedly trudged into the office. The chef was sitting half a turn to the table. When I appeared, he turned his head in my direction and smiled broadly:
- Well, what will continue?
Rounding the table, I saw that the chief’s pants and underpants were lowered, and his hand was moving again on the tense limb. Understanding what the chief was expecting from me, I knelt before him. The head already habitually slid into my mouth, and my lips, feeling every vein, began to slide along the trunk. With one hand, I squeezed the penis at the base, helping my lips please him. And the claws of the second yeroshila fluffy growth on the testicles.
This time it was easier. The chief completely gave the initiative to my mouth and hands, not trying to control the process. He condescendingly watched my actions and only occasionally moaned fairly. This went on for quite a long time, and I was even a little upset when I decided that I was called just for a blowjob. However, the chief, apparently feeling something, suddenly ordered:
- Stand up.
I dutifully pulled a swollen cock out of my mouth and rose from my knees. The chief, without changing a relaxed position, put his hand under my skirt. And of course he found there soaked through panties. The body betrayed me, it wanted to feel this huge instrument inside itself. Having cursed myself with the last words, I bit my lip and groaned, arching toward the fingers that were tormenting me.
“Very good,” the chief nodded.
He pushed his skirt against his hips, he turned me back to himself, and then forced me to take a step back. I had to hang over my boss, legs spread wide. The member, still shamelessly sticking out, rested against a wet spot on the panties. Already realizing what the chef is trying to get from me, I, sliding the panties to the side, opened my lips with the index and middle fingers. With my other hand, I sent an impatiently quivering member into me. A huge dick slid easily into my pretty wet depth. Taking a breath, I began to move my hips. Sometimes I would stand up, exposing the penis almost to the very head, and then again sit down on him, feeling how he gets me almost to the heart. After some time, I realized that the current vaginal juices need an increase in pace. Leaning my palms on the chef's knees, I pushed my ass hard. For a long time I could not stand this race. Wriggling on the penis, I screamed, and an orgasm pierced me.
From a sweet half-forgetting, I pulled a light slap on my buttocks.
- You did not fall asleep there? Finish the job. Oral mouth.
Squeaking something unintelligible in response, I got off my penis, and again sat down on my slightly shaking knees, took it in my mouth. The member was covered in my juices and my own lubrication, and my hand slid easily over it, feeling incredible hardness and power. In addition, I tightly wrapped my lips and quickly moved my head, and my tongue began to examine all the folds.
The chef did not last long. A thick stream of sperm poured into my helpfully substituted mouth. I did not have time to swallow it, and sperm ran down my chin, dripping onto my blouse. When the flow dried up, for some time I sucked the remnants of sperm and licked the reluctantly softer penis.
On my own initiative, using my tongue to pick up a few droplets stuck in a thick inguinal growth, I, not daring to raise my eyes, froze in front of the chef.
“Well, well, Victoria, if our cooperation will continue to be so fruitful,” the chef removed a drop of sperm from my chin and made me lick his finger, “I’m afraid I will have to forget about your mistake.” Moreover, I think your salary will increase by two or even three times ... Very little is left until the end of working time, so put yourself in order and you can go home.
My God ... Now I will be a highly paid whore! ... From shame, I even closed my eyes for a moment. I got up from my knees and went to the toilet room, not daring under the smiling gaze of the chief either to straighten the skirt or to fix the knitted panties.
AFTERWARD. Can't believe this happened to me. But this was not enough, and this day gave me another surprise. Nadia from the sales department, who brought me home, told me in secret that she was interested in the party I had mixed up. Moreover, the company was supposed to get three percent more profit than planned! And it became known in the morning! I barely suppressed the impulse to immediately jump out of the car and return to the office in order to break the chief with my own hands. He could not not know when he forced me! Everything, tomorrow I write a letter of resignation!
The next day, still indignant, I waited for the chief to appear, so that without slipping into slipping behind him and throwing the statement on the table. The sheet with this statement was already ready and lay before me. But ... But when the chief appeared and, smiling broadly, he greeted me, I stuck to the chair. A few minutes later I heard his voice in the intercom, in which hoarse notes were clearly visible:
- Victoria, come to me. Coffee brewed a little later.
I felt a sweet ripple between my legs, and a crumpled statement flew into the basket ...