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Martina could be around 45-47 year old. But I don't care. She wants me to see what her husband doesn't see anymore: Desire.
She's the HR representative in my administration. Her office is next to mine. I normally work my back turned from her.
One week ago, I was reading bella_'s blog.
Guys, if you don't know bella_, you sure don't know shit about erotism. I was readjusting my erect penis from inside my trouser pocket as it had gown hard enough not to fit in its usual location anymore.
I heard something coming from behind me. It was Martina. Our separation wall ends with a narrow window, on my left. She was there reading over my shoulder.
"Fuck", I thought, "I guess it's not my day."
She actually did not say anything and got back to her place.
I soon got an outlook notice. I had to meet the HR within the hour.
I knew it'd be my last day here.
The meeting room was on the last floor. She was there.
"Hello, Antonio... Or should I call you 'Justforgasm', she smiled ?"
"Only happy women call me that name", I answered.
"I'm Yoursonly", if you see what I mean.
Her photo sprung into my mind. Blue silk neglectingly covering too wide a breast.
"Get me while I'm hot or others might pay" was her motto.
"Either I get you, or I might pay", I suggested.
I approached her. I could see her nipples pierce through her bra.
I unbuttoned her shirt. Her expression switched from severity to expectation. I could say she'd been dying for such a moment.
I never felt that subtility in a tongue. I normally don't lick one another's but in her case... Her mouth was promising me what her vagina would offer.
I pushed her over the executive's desk.
I removed my shirt.
She moaned, then untied my belt.
It was about time. My penis just jumped out of my boxer and when it is that hard, it has to be unleashed.
Martina gently grabbed my balls. She approached her mouth and began sucking me.
I could have come but I knew she desserved more.
I caressed her face like husbands do. It was not love, but respect. It was aroused pity. How could such a woman ever be neglected by a man?
"I'm gonna give you an orgasm, Martina", I said. "Then another, and then we'll come together".
A tiny drop appeared at her eye corner.
I kissed it while slowly entering her.
It was burning like the inside of a volcano.
She was shaking so much I didn't have to come and go. It'd have been too hard for her.
I felt her melt on my sex. She had just come.
After hugging her for a moment, I came out and approached my sex from her face.
"Look what you've done, Honey."
"Lemme take care of this", she answered before starting licking me again.
I stopped her before coming.
"Sit on the desk".
Her beautiful buttocks will surely leave the most arousing print in the leather tablecloth but I don't care. I tongued her shaved pussy while leaving a finger between her labias.
Believe me: she not only came, but it took her so violently that I had to pull firmly to get my finger out of her flesh. I had to give her all of myself.
"Get in the armchair and firmly hold its back."
I didn't have to insist.
I dogged her that way a moment. I was about to exit another time when she urged me to stay.
She was ready for that last time.
It was a firework. I was the firework. And she was the sky, receiving me, burning from me until my last sparkle. It took us a moment to land.
"Thanks, Justforgasm", she said, "I just couldn't blame you on your fantasies."
"You just inspired me my latest", I answered.
"I gotta go... A meeting... For real this time".
She took a business card which she softly rubbed on her perfumed breast before giving it to me.
"My phone.... Whenever you've got an emergency".
I definitely know what "Emergency" and "Human Resources" mean, once combined.