Feb
04
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ya, ya, desired to see me, sir?” my officegirl stammered as she stepped nervously into my office. I could see that her eyes were slightly downcast through her conservatively styled glasses. “Was there something ya desired, or did I do something wrong?”
“desired”, “see”, and “need”, those words rang through my ears as I summoned her into my office, signaling her to shut the door. What I “desired to see,” was her luscious looking titties, titties which were always barely contained by her daily series of constricting blouses and jackets, wrapped around my very hard penis. What I “needed” was to impale me within her and release me fully, my hands gripping the tush which I had admired every time she bent to retrieve a file. I desired to spread her thighs wide and taste…
“Are ya okay, sir? Your face got red all of a sudden. Would ya like a glass of water, or something else?” she inquired, concern now shaping her face. She was standing now mere inches from my desk. She had crossed the room while I was locked in my reverie, mesmerized by images of her face contorted in orgasm, the tunes of her sighs filling her ears…. Or maybe she was a screamer?
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