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nipples."
Without hesitation, I reached up and ran a hand across my left breast, pausing to give a gentle squeeze to the rock-hard nipple. I wasn't certain, but as I teased the nipple, making it harder and harder, I thought I heard a faint gasp from Parkin. Seconds later, there was a very definite gasp from Archer, who seemed to be getting closer and closer to orgasm as his fucking become more and more furious.
"What do you want me to do now?" I whispered, opening my eyes and looking at Parkin. I was still playing with my left nipple, and my entire body felt tense and breathless, but I wanted to know what Parkin wanted.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Archer groaned, oblivious to anything I said to him.
"What now?" I whispered again, waiting for Parkin's next command.
Silence.
"Parkin -"
"Let him cum," Parkin said suddenly. "But not you. Just him."
Before I could react, Archer let out a gasp of pleasure and I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in my pussy as he discharged a sticky load deep inside. The poor guy was clearly caught in the throes of pleasure. To be honest, it wasn't too difficult to hold back my own orgasm; all I cared about was Parkin, and Archer was just a minor inconvenience.
"Fuck," Archer said eventually, withdrawing and taking a step back. He was hot and sweaty, and he looked kinda pathetic and broken. "Yeah," he muttered. "Fuck yeah, that's how they like it."
Unable to stifle a faint smile, I stayed in place, with my legs wide open and a bead of sperm dribbling down from my vagina.
"And there's the money shot," Parkin said calmly, making me wonder if his camera, wherever it was hidden, had zoomed in to get a closer look at the creamy mess between my legs.
Reaching across to the table by the desk, I grabbed a couple of tissues and used them to wipe myself. I was still tense and aroused, wondering what I was supposed to do next. For his part, Archer seemed to have almost completely forgotten that I was even here; he was too busy giving himself a quick clean before slipping his cock back into his trousers. Eventually, he seemed a little distracted for a moment, unable to make eye contact with me.
"Okay," he said after a moment, "what are you still doing here?"
Smiling, I got up from the desk and grabbed my panties. The silence in my earpiece was deafening, and as I got dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what Parkin wanted from me next. I was still turned on, but from Parkin's point of view, was the whole situation over? It took me only a minute or so to get my clothes on, and finally I turned and saw that Archer was putting his desk straight.
"So if you want me again -" I started to say.
"I'll call," he replied, clearly flustered. "Just, please, get out of the building as fast as possible. And don't tell anyone you were here to see me."
Figuring there was nothing left to say, I opened the door and stepped out. The secretary at the nearby desk glanced over at me with a contemptuous look in her eyes, and it was clear that she knew exactly why I was here. I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that, for the first time, someone was seeing me as a common hooker. From her point of view, I was just some slutty girl who'd turned up, banged her boss for twenty minutes, and pocketed some cash. The way she was looking at me, as if I was some kind of filth, was the way most people would look at me. My parents, my friends... in a strange way, it was as if they were staring at me through this woman's eyes.
Smiling politely, but feeling intensely embarrassed, I turned and hurried away, heading for the elevator. This situation put a whole new spin on the phrase 'walk of shame'.
I reached out for the elevator 'call' button.
"There's a car waiting outside," Parkin said suddenly, almost causing me to jump out of my skin. I'd thought he was done. "Get in," he continued. "There's a dress on the back seat. Put it on. When the car reaches the hotel, get out. Come inside. You won't have any trouble finding me."
"But
Without hesitation, I reached up and ran a hand across my left breast, pausing to give a gentle squeeze to the rock-hard nipple. I wasn't certain, but as I teased the nipple, making it harder and harder, I thought I heard a faint gasp from Parkin. Seconds later, there was a very definite gasp from Archer, who seemed to be getting closer and closer to orgasm as his fucking become more and more furious.
"What do you want me to do now?" I whispered, opening my eyes and looking at Parkin. I was still playing with my left nipple, and my entire body felt tense and breathless, but I wanted to know what Parkin wanted.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Archer groaned, oblivious to anything I said to him.
"What now?" I whispered again, waiting for Parkin's next command.
Silence.
"Parkin -"
"Let him cum," Parkin said suddenly. "But not you. Just him."
Before I could react, Archer let out a gasp of pleasure and I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in my pussy as he discharged a sticky load deep inside. The poor guy was clearly caught in the throes of pleasure. To be honest, it wasn't too difficult to hold back my own orgasm; all I cared about was Parkin, and Archer was just a minor inconvenience.
"Fuck," Archer said eventually, withdrawing and taking a step back. He was hot and sweaty, and he looked kinda pathetic and broken. "Yeah," he muttered. "Fuck yeah, that's how they like it."
Unable to stifle a faint smile, I stayed in place, with my legs wide open and a bead of sperm dribbling down from my vagina.
"And there's the money shot," Parkin said calmly, making me wonder if his camera, wherever it was hidden, had zoomed in to get a closer look at the creamy mess between my legs.
Reaching across to the table by the desk, I grabbed a couple of tissues and used them to wipe myself. I was still tense and aroused, wondering what I was supposed to do next. For his part, Archer seemed to have almost completely forgotten that I was even here; he was too busy giving himself a quick clean before slipping his cock back into his trousers. Eventually, he seemed a little distracted for a moment, unable to make eye contact with me.
"Okay," he said after a moment, "what are you still doing here?"
Smiling, I got up from the desk and grabbed my panties. The silence in my earpiece was deafening, and as I got dressed, I couldn't help but wonder what Parkin wanted from me next. I was still turned on, but from Parkin's point of view, was the whole situation over? It took me only a minute or so to get my clothes on, and finally I turned and saw that Archer was putting his desk straight.
"So if you want me again -" I started to say.
"I'll call," he replied, clearly flustered. "Just, please, get out of the building as fast as possible. And don't tell anyone you were here to see me."
Figuring there was nothing left to say, I opened the door and stepped out. The secretary at the nearby desk glanced over at me with a contemptuous look in her eyes, and it was clear that she knew exactly why I was here. I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that, for the first time, someone was seeing me as a common hooker. From her point of view, I was just some slutty girl who'd turned up, banged her boss for twenty minutes, and pocketed some cash. The way she was looking at me, as if I was some kind of filth, was the way most people would look at me. My parents, my friends... in a strange way, it was as if they were staring at me through this woman's eyes.
Smiling politely, but feeling intensely embarrassed, I turned and hurried away, heading for the elevator. This situation put a whole new spin on the phrase 'walk of shame'.
I reached out for the elevator 'call' button.
"There's a car waiting outside," Parkin said suddenly, almost causing me to jump out of my skin. I'd thought he was done. "Get in," he continued. "There's a dress on the back seat. Put it on. When the car reaches the hotel, get out. Come inside. You won't have any trouble finding me."
"But
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