Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Mr Aziz, Mr Aziz… you haven’t signed the order for the construction of the new hostel to begin,” my secretary called after me.

I stopped right in front of the elevator and waited for her to catch up with me. She did eventually, but she was out of breath.

The movement caused her full breast to pop out of her tiny blouse more. I stared at the rise and fall of her chest, and I imagine how fast it would go if I thrust into her.

“Mr Aziz,” her sultry voice snapped me back to the present.

My eyes landed on her blue ones, and the unmistakable desire swirling in them made me smirk.

I looked at the files in her hand and looked at her again.

“You have five minutes to meet me in my office,” she beamed, understanding the meaning behind my word at once.

I walked into the elevator and press the top floor. I arrived in no time, and I walked out of it.

As I made my way to my office, I grunted in response to my staff's greetings. The door beeped open just as I got to my seat, and I turned my head to see betty locking the door.

This was not her first time coming to my office to take care of my personal needs. She loves doing it every day.

I watched as she slowly undresses, she teased me with the way she let the dress glide over her skin in a sensual way.

She dropped her thong on her dress and walked slowly to me. I looked on as she clears away everything on my table and got on it.

She spread her leg wider, inviting me to delve in and take pleasure from her body, and I did. I slide a finger over her wet fold, gliding it up and down, before thrusting the finger inside her.

With my other hand, I spread her cunt wider, and finger fucked her. She bucked and thrust her hip forward, but I pushed her down.

My thumb went over her clit, and I rubbed it. She gasps at the sensation, the blue in her eyes turning deep as she threw her head back. She moans hard, and that alone was enough to fuel my desire.

My cock hardens and throbs in my pants. It stretches to an uncomfortable size, and the need to shove it into her wet fold gripped me.

I added another finger, and she cried out, her body trembling on the table as she shook with the arrival of her orgasm.

I thrust faster and deeper with my fingers and she became a moaning mess. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, as the trembling increased.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, the table rattling with her movement

"Oh! uhm Aziz, I need you inside me right now," she tried to get up, but he pinned her down with his free hand.

He trails the same hand over her stomach and grips her breast. He spanked it and bent over to take the tit in his mouth.

He tugged and sucked, while his hand fucked her hard. She bucked again, her hip thrust forward to meet his own, and when he added yet another finger.

She screamed out and came all over his hand. He tweaked her clit and tug at it. He pulls out of her, brought his finger to her lip, and she licked it all off.

He moved back for her to get down from the table. She knelt in front of him and pull at his belt. She managed to pull it out of its loop.

Freeing his cock, she ran her hand over the thick vein, and he grunted, she moved closed and placed the tip on her lip, her tongue darted out to lick the cap.

She teased it for two minutes before taking half his length into her mouth.

A barely restrained groan escaped from my throat as one of her hands spiralled the shaft, rising and falling, while her lips stayed firm with the head of my cock inside her mouth and at the mercy of her tongue.

Waves of pleasure rolled down the length as the tip of her tongue flicked and lick at the opening, before taking in the same half of my length into her again.

She is good, and she knew what she was doing. she flicked her tongue again, and this time I did not restrain the groan that came out of me.

She used her free hand to grasp my balls, shaking, groping, and squeezing them, and I almost went crazy with it.

The added stimulation sent what felt like electricity surging through my erection. As she continues stroking the shaft and licking the entrance, what happened next was inevitable.

Resisting was not the choice, as I came with a prolonged gasp. White-hot elation shot out of my cock, and she moved her head away. The proof of my body’s satisfaction painted her face with strands and spots of cloudy white liquid that clung to her flesh.

She brought her hands to her face and wiped the cum off. Then, with her stained fingers, she licked them clean while playing with herself and thrusting forward to ensure I saw the sight.

She did it slowly, deliberately, and erotically, for two minutes, I knew she was trying to get me hard again.

And it worked.

My cock regained strength, standing so tall and proud. She jerked so hard on her finger, her eyes pleading for me to take her.

I stared at her as I stroked the length of my cock, feeling the heaviness in my hand.

“Please,” she sobbed. “Please fuck me.”

The desperation in her voice pulls me in, and I stride toward her on the table. He halted the movement of her hand and thrust three fingers into her at once.

She jumped, but I held her down. With a fast move, I thrust into her repeatedly. My fingers worked their way inside her, stretching and teasing her to the edge.

“Now,” she thrashed around on the table. “I need you inside me now.”

Just as she neared the edge, I pull out my fingers and replaced them with my cock.