Conference Room Lust

Conference Room Lust

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Genre: Erotica

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Deb is summoned to the conference room to help Grant take his staff meeting minutes. Will that be the only thing he needs her help with?

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Deb is summoned to the conference room to help Grant take his staff meeting minutes. Will that be the only thing he needs her help with?

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Submitted: August 27, 2016

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Submitted: August 27, 2016

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Conference Room Lust


His hazel eyes regard me with their usual intensity and unguarded hunger while their owner sits next to me at the conference room table.  I fill in for an absent executive assistant to take the big boss’ staff meeting minutes.  A mistake.  I won’t be able to stand this, sitting so close to Grant.  The agenda indicates it’s an all-day meeting!

The CEO and president whispers at my ear, “Feel what you do to me.”

My left hand rests in my lap until he guides it through the unzipped crotch of his slacks.  Too little air reaches my lungs.  Heat starts along my cheeks and spreads throughout my body like a wildfire. 

I bite the corner of my lip and scribble notes with my right hand.  No hurry fuels me while I enjoy the feel of his thickening cock.  Pre-cum seeps out of the slit to aid me.  Excitement rules me that we can be caught being naughty by the others around us!

“Are you wet yet?” he asks several breathless moments later heating my ear.

“Why not find out?” I whisper barely moving my lips. 

His right hand travels up my thigh along my stockings.  It bypasses my panties.  Two fingers trace my wetness before they bury deep inside me.  I fiercely bite my lip holding in the cry somehow.  I slap my hand over my pleasured face.

“Are you all right, Miss Atwood?” Grant questions with a look of concern, the bastard!

I shake my head because his fingers pump me deep to his knuckles twice more before retreating. 

“Mmmmm,” he says as he sucks those two offending fingers for a second.  “Need to take a short 15-minute break before we continue.  It will give her a chance to recover, and there’s something I need to do really quick anyway,” Grant says to his staff.  Discretely he zips up before standing and walks me out of the room.

Grant stops walking and pulls me into a dark room and braces me against the locked door.  His hands shove up my skirt, and his two fingers resume their play inside me with fervor.  His mouth claims mine in much the same fashion, making me lightheaded.  He lowers immediately and opens me up by hoisting my thighs over his shoulders.  Hooking the crotch of my panties aside, he licks, sucks, and nibbles my pussy ruthlessly until I come shuddering hard.  Grant shifts again standing up.  My legs slide against his chest and mine.  Still pinned to the door, he nudges away the crotch of my panties again.  Swiftly his cock fills me deep.  He smothers my cry with a kiss, and holds my wrists one-handed above my head against the door.  Rough, pounding stabs of his cock render me spent in moments.  Hurtling not far after me, Grant’s release follows. 

“Is every break gonna be like this?” I question him low back in the conference room.

Grant licks his lips after a gulp of Gatorade.  “Oh, Deb, that and more.”


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