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My Biggest Client



He told me to remove any clothing that I didn’t want to get ruined, as he looked at me with that smirk that makes me wish I were big enough to take him.  But his eyes warned me that I had better comply if I hoped to minimize the collateral damage to all the prep work I had just put into getting ready for my biggest client meeting scheduled within the hour.

Son of a bitch! I was so close and in no mood to get messy, but I could tell that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I normally work out of the house, so he rarely gets to see me dressed to impress, and he just happened to forget some paperwork he needed for the office, and the rest is history. He walked in, and when he saw me, I knew by the look in his eyes that I was in trouble. I tried to impress upon him that I was running late, but it was like he couldn’t even hear me. Blinded by hormones, he said, “You have one minute to remove anything you don’t want me to rip off.” I wasted twenty seconds trying to plead my case, but like I said, he wasn’t present and had already unbuttoned his shirt, and was unbuckling his belt, and kicking off his shoes. Another five seconds of serious rebuttal, and he just raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Now, woman.” I caved when he dropped his briefs, and I could obviously see which head was doing the thinking because he was mouthwateringly aroused. I barely got my shirt off before he turned me around and over my home office desk and pushed my skirt up over my hips and yanked my panties to my ankles. I stepped out of my panties because I knew he wasn’t showing any signs of patience, and I really like that pair. He kicked my legs apart like a dirty cop and pressed his baton against my backside as he unhooked my bra. At that point, I just hoped he would be quick and not mess up my hair, but my body was having an all-out mutiny against my brain as I could feel my loins get hot and hungry.

I was pissed when he dropped to his knees behind me, and my brain blurted out, “Fuck me,” hoping to speed him along, but my body said, “Eat me” as he spread my ass and pushed his face into me. He didn’t even hear me as he mumbled how much he missed me and how pretty my pussy is, and after running his nose and tongue inside me and finding my clit he growled something about how fucking good my pussy tastes. My body told him to quit talking with his mouth full as it pushed back harder against his face. My mind was still on time, but I was losing focus as his nose pushed deeper inside of me so that he could get his mouth securely around my growing nub. I completely lost my mind as I felt his tongue fencing with my clit and scoring critical points until my legs trembled and I felt my climax filling his nose. He stood up behind me harder than before and pushed me down flat against my desk and took no time or care as he ran his lance through me. I love being so orgasmic and only wish he had less stamina and will to play with his prey. His cock felt so fucking good, and I was quickly cumming again as he pushed my skirt up higher so that he could grab firmly onto my hips for more leverage and rammed me hard and deep.  I was demanding him to fuck me, and it wasn’t to just get it over with any longer; I wanted more.

I came so hard that my legs said, “Fuck you,” and if it weren’t for my desk, I would have crumbled. He noticed and asked if I was okay, and I mumbled incoherently as he walked me to our bed. I walked out of my skirt as well and couldn’t care less that I was only wearing my heels. I crawled into the middle of the bed face down, and he pushed my legs together and locked his strong thighs around them and slowly filled me again. I was pretty much a zombie at that point, but it still felt so fucking good. He put his weight on my back and pushed his hand under me to find my clit. “Hey, now!” my body replied as if jolted back to life again.  And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, I was demanding it. With deep penetration and clitoral stimulation combined with his weight on me and deep growls in my ear, I couldn’t fight it as I tried to hold off another climax. I cried in vain as he ordered me to cum on his cock as if it were even a choice of mine. My body was possessed, and my mind had long left me, and as I came and came and his growls got deeper. 

Happy with his handiwork he sat back on his haunches and spread my ass so that he could watch. With better leverage and a view he pushed into me in overdrive, and I knew then that he was close. He even told me so when it was inevitable and he was running on all pistons and taking full advantage of our kid-free house with boisterous howls as he filled me with his seed. He gave me sweet, soft kisses which told me he was back and thanked me for the lovin as he sat back again with his hands behind his head to catch his breath. I was a sated mess, and he helped me into the shower where we took a quick, cool rinse, and he even reminded me to take care not to get my hair wet. He dressed quickly, and even gathered my clothes for me and helped me to dress. I was no longer anxious, and when we left together, he kissed me and said, “Knock ’em dead.” Let me tell you that the meeting couldn’t have gone better. They were my biggest pain in the ass clients, but my high-pro glow must have been contagious because I was able to extend our contract for a multiyear deal and even up-sell, guaranteeing myself a very healthy commission bonus.

Happy Hump Day!!!

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