- So, Olga Vladimirovna ...
- Just Olya. - smiled girl.
- Well, Olya. - I answered the smile. I wonder if this Olya knows that in my thoughts I am already standing in front of her with the unbuttoned trouser jeans, and she, having languidly closed her eyes, with pleasure slips her juicy lips over my cock? However, I was distracted.
- Basically, your resume attracted me, and you showed yourself perfectly on the previous interview in the personnel department ... But I don’t understand one moment. Will you allow
I reached out and took a pile of documents in front of her. A diploma of higher education that interested me lay at the bottom, I immediately noticed it, but I wanted to draw time ... Admire it a little more. And how does her husband let one go? I remember my wife, at the door of the guard, when she went somewhere alone ... By the way, she and my wife are somewhat alike, only mine is shorter, and my hair is dark, not red. Interestingly, and the mouth of this Oli is the same sweet? I lowered my eyes to the papers in my hands. Passport and labor copies, originals, marriage certificate (judging by the date of birth, she would be 30 in two months! I wouldn’t have thought in life), an INN and, finally, a diploma.
- That's the thing, Olya. You have a diploma signed by the dean of the faculty of economics and law I. Podolskaya and the rector O. Spirin. We made a request to the university and found out that the rector is Stepan Kirillovich Spirin, and they never have any deans with the last name Podolskaya. Moreover, when we gave them your last name, we were told that such a student had studied for two semesters from them and was expelled for systematic absenteeism. How do you explain this? It was obvious that my question had stunned Olga. She averted her eyes, bit her lower lip, and automatically began to pull at the bracelet of her watch. On the forehead of the girl stood a drop of sweat. Finally, she took a deep breath and said:
- I can explain everything ... You see, when I studied, I had a difficult period in my life, I had to work a lot ... There was no time left to study. I then decided that in my position I could be sacrificed univer. Then at work I was offered a raise and a very good salary, but they needed a document of higher education from me. And ... I had to fake it. Otherwise, the position would have been different. Fake accepted without question, in fact, took my spouse. Seven years later, that firm closed down, and we had to look for a new job ... Because I am here.
- Really, in seven years you have not bothered to unlearn for real? Though on zaochku!
- There was no need. The diploma lay in the personnel department, I worked ... It seemed that it would always be so. I know my business, I sent you letters of recommendation from that job. It's just a document, after all! - the last phrase the girl almost cried out.
- Well, well, Olenka, do not be nervous ...
- I need this job! You see, you need it! If you do not believe, you can ask any question, I will answer it! She looked me straight in the eyes. Her chest heaved with every breath, a mad gleam appeared in her eyes. In this state, she was even more beautiful. I got up from the chair, not hiding the tubercle in my pants, and slowly walked to the office door.
- I think we could come to an agreement. - I didn’t hear the key turn, I locked the doors.
“But I’ll still ask you a couple of questions.”
- I'm listening to. - not turning, she answered.
- The first question ... are you ready to linger after work? For half an hour. - Ready. - Good. The second question ... I sometimes go to other regions to meet with potential partners, and I need legal support on such trips. Are you ready for business trips?
- Yes, I'm ready.
- Well. - while we were talking, I returned to my desk. He stood between us like a fortress wall, and I intended to take this fortress by storm.
- And the last question ... (Now or never!) What is your underwear now?
For several endless moments silence reigned in the room. I was ready to scream erotic stories , to slap, to threats ... But instead she stood up silently. A pair of deft movements - and the dress slipped to the floor. Olya stood before me in sandals and purple thongs, her juicy breasts with unexpectedly large nipples swayed invitingly when she stepped over the matter lying on the floor. Step. One more step. A pair of beautiful boobs inexorably approached me. When between us there was no more than half a meter, I was out of patience. With a sharp jerk, I pulled this bitch to me, she gave a gasping sigh. I dug a kiss into her soft, supple lips, let my tongue go for a walk in her mouth. She eagerly responded to a kiss, and her gentle fingers fought with the pants of my jeans.
My hands laid delicious buns on Olina and squeezed them, to which the girl responded with a moan of approval. While continuing to kiss, I went down to her neck and bit her teeth lightly. Olga flinched and dug her nails into my back. In two seconds I was freed from the shirt and again clung to her neck. With my left hand I pushed the striped thong sideways and ran my middle finger along her lower lips. Above my ear, Olino sounded a languid breath, which excited even more. I decided to go down even lower to her lovely chest. As if guessing my desire, Olya squeezed her boobs with her elbows, and I covered both with passionate kisses. In the meantime, my finger was already in her cave, and judging by the abundance of moisture, she was not against it. Suddenly, Olya pushed my hands away and slowly squatted down.
In the blink of an eye, my dick jumped free from the pants - 19 centimeters of red-hot flesh. Olya took him in her hand and whispered: - What a solid ... Thicker than her husband. - she gently kissed the head and, looking into my eyes, slowly swallowed it. - Do you like to suck her husband? - the realization that a married girl with whom I am familiar for 10 minutes is now sliding with her lips along my trunk just blew off my roof. My heart sank in my chest like a blacksmith's hammer, the penis seemed to plunge not into the female mouth, but into the mouth of a hot volcano. Olya calmly took him into herself for the entire length, transparent threads of saliva hung from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her neck, flowing down her magic chest ... Without even noticing it, I began to move my pelvis - at first slowly, then faster. Olya immediately understood everything. She masturbated, squatting, and I shamelessly fucked her lustful mouth. The whole office was heard chomping and squelching saliva - in life I have not heard anything more vulgar. Olya looked with a unseeing glance, she, apparently, was no longer here. “It's time to change the position”, a thought flashed in my head. I jerked the girl to her feet, turned her back to me and bent down to the table. But she rolled onto her back and languidly whispered "Just a second, dear."
A hand decorated with a clock slipped into a handbag and removed a tube from it. Passing it to me, Olya cast a magic spell that can wake up a lustful male in any man - “Only in the ass, I am clean.” I already had little thought. Having squeezed a fair amount of gel onto my fingers, I dramatically prepared her chocolate hole for the invasion. She was slightly ajar - apparently, Olya is a lover of anal fun, like my wife and I. We need to make friends with families ... This thought made me even hotter. Her priest took two and three of my fingers without any problems. Olya was moaning in her voice, so she had to hold her mouth with one hand and with the other to send her member into this insatiable hole. He slipped like clockwork. Olina nails dug into my hand, she rattled into my hand and leaned all the way to meet me. I put my hand on her neck and pulled her to me.
- Husband also fucks you in the ass?
- Yes - she whispered, sitting down on my dick with her gorgeous ass. - I adore it! And even more ... When he ... Ends into her! I accelerated the pace. In Olya's pope, it suddenly became very crowded and incredibly hot - oh, those women's charms ... And then the whole office shuddered with a loud moan, full of passionate emotions - a wave of orgasm covered Olya. She moaned in my hand and convulsed while my dick tore her anal hole. I was ready to pour into it, but a better idea came to my mind. I jerked out of Oli and lowered the girl on my knees in front of me. With a blurred look, she looked ahead, occasionally moaning softly. I put a member to her face and moved my hand along the trunk. I had just two or three movements ... The first shot hit Ole on the left cheek, lightly smearing on the upper lip. The second lay exactly on the lips and a little on the chin. And I squeezed the remnants of her luxurious boobs, irrigating them with four whitish drops. Olga was on her knees, exactly in a trance.
Her heavy breathing gradually leveled out, her heartbeat in her chest became quieter. I picked up the phone from the table and turned on the camera. I wanted to capture her like this - happily fucked by me, filled with my sperm. After making a few photos, I rather said “For a personal matter.” She licked her lips, collecting my drops of tongue from them, and at that very second the phone rang in her purse. She rose to her feet and walked unsteadily toward the table.
- Yes Dear? I'm at the interview. Already finished. Yes, they took me. - at these words we exchanged glances and could not hold back the smiles.
- Have you already arrived? I'll go down now. Olya hung up and looked up at me. Having collected the sperm with her index finger from her breast, she sounded sucking it.
- Well, Olga Vladimirovna, I have no more questions for you. Come tomorrow at 10 o'clock in the morning. I hope for a long cooperation. -
Thank you very much. I am ready to cooperate with you as much as you want. - Olha answered with a lecherous smile, pulling on her dress. - Next time to finish me in the ass, I love this feeling of fullness.
- Your husband waited. - I smiled at her.
- See you soon. I opened the door for Olya and watched for a long time how she was moving away from me in the direction of the elevator. Her buns rolled so sexually when walking that my cock began to harden again. With a scattered smile on my lips, I dialed my wife's number ...