pleasure in her belly.
“You are mesmerizing,” he said to her. “I could watch you all day.”
Her heart twisted and she bit her lip as he put his hands out and began to massage her breasts in a soft, urgent rhythm, leaning in to first swallow one nipple and then the other, sending a wave of desire over her, bowling her over and making the world blur as she struggled for air.
Sweat beaded on her brow as she strained against her bonds, trying to angle her hips against Sam's mouth. “Please,” she begged, and she didn't know what she was asking for as Chet twisted her nipples and Sam's quick, practiced tongue pushed her higher and higher. “Please, someone get inside me, now.”
Sam abandoned her pussy and stood up. “Just come right out and say it, why don't you?” he laughed.
Chet squeezed her breasts. “Good,” he rumbled. “Maintain neutrality. No favoritism.”
“All business,” Sam said, and it was the first thing he'd said to Chet since he'd entered the room. Something eased between them, and she heard Chet chuckle.
“All pleasure,” he told Sam, and she gasped as Sam squeezed her clit between two fingers and began to stroke it.
“Oh,” she moaned as he undid the fastenings on his pants. “Oh, god.”
“Good enough,” Sam said, and let his rod fall against her mound. It lay against her stomach, heavy and hot with need, and Maddy squirmed under it. She heard the smile in his voice. “I like to watch you move,” he said. “I can't wait to make you come.”
Maddy moaned as his cock slapped against her thighs as he played with her, clearly enjoying her helplessness. His head brushed against her slick folds, then he angled upwards and thrust. The hard shaft scraped over her sensitive clit, and she cried out, writhing.
She barely heard Chet over the sound of her own gasps. “Now that is not mutually agreeable, Sam. If I recall correctly, you got her pussy last time. It's my turn.”
His words set her on fire. “God,” she said. “Someone take my pussy, please.”
Both of them chuckled as they switched places. She heard the long, slow zip of Chet's trousers coming undone, and then he was between her legs, right where she needed him.
Still sore from last night, Maddy winced as Chet pushed the head of his dick against her waiting entrance, but a hand on her stomach stilled her, soothing her tensing muscles.
“Don't fret, Maddy ,” she heard him say above the hammering of her heart in her ears. “I will not hurt you.” For some reason, his words made her chest ache.
With movements that bordered on tender, he slid forward, then retreated. Then he pushed into her a little more, held himself still, and moved back, letting her already sensitive flesh get accustomed to him. His broad, warm hands smoothed over her thighs, massaging her, calming her, until, after a few more gentle movements, he was seated deep inside her.
She was dying, impaled on him, so ready to be driven over the edge. Behind her stood Sam, and she saw his hands moving on his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched his best friend bury himself in her tight cunt, where he himself had been just a few hours before.
“Oh,” Maddy said, squirming around Chet's shaft, begging for friction. “Hurry.”
Slowly, Chet began to pump his hips, his thick, meaty cock sliding smoothly inside her. Maddy moaned, bracing herself against the desk, the edges biting into her arms. She tugged against her own nylons, but she couldn't free herself. She arched her back. “Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me more.”
His fingers bit into her thighs as he pushed them up, opening her legs until she was completely bared to him. “Such language. Can't have that,” Chet whispered. “This is a place of business, Miss Marcos, and we are in a very important meeting. What would happen if one of our assistants heard you?”
And, to her horror, he paused in his slow thrusts, reached over, and switched on the intercom.
Desperately, Maddy
“You are mesmerizing,” he said to her. “I could watch you all day.”
Her heart twisted and she bit her lip as he put his hands out and began to massage her breasts in a soft, urgent rhythm, leaning in to first swallow one nipple and then the other, sending a wave of desire over her, bowling her over and making the world blur as she struggled for air.
Sweat beaded on her brow as she strained against her bonds, trying to angle her hips against Sam's mouth. “Please,” she begged, and she didn't know what she was asking for as Chet twisted her nipples and Sam's quick, practiced tongue pushed her higher and higher. “Please, someone get inside me, now.”
Sam abandoned her pussy and stood up. “Just come right out and say it, why don't you?” he laughed.
Chet squeezed her breasts. “Good,” he rumbled. “Maintain neutrality. No favoritism.”
“All business,” Sam said, and it was the first thing he'd said to Chet since he'd entered the room. Something eased between them, and she heard Chet chuckle.
“All pleasure,” he told Sam, and she gasped as Sam squeezed her clit between two fingers and began to stroke it.
“Oh,” she moaned as he undid the fastenings on his pants. “Oh, god.”
“Good enough,” Sam said, and let his rod fall against her mound. It lay against her stomach, heavy and hot with need, and Maddy squirmed under it. She heard the smile in his voice. “I like to watch you move,” he said. “I can't wait to make you come.”
Maddy moaned as his cock slapped against her thighs as he played with her, clearly enjoying her helplessness. His head brushed against her slick folds, then he angled upwards and thrust. The hard shaft scraped over her sensitive clit, and she cried out, writhing.
She barely heard Chet over the sound of her own gasps. “Now that is not mutually agreeable, Sam. If I recall correctly, you got her pussy last time. It's my turn.”
His words set her on fire. “God,” she said. “Someone take my pussy, please.”
Both of them chuckled as they switched places. She heard the long, slow zip of Chet's trousers coming undone, and then he was between her legs, right where she needed him.
Still sore from last night, Maddy winced as Chet pushed the head of his dick against her waiting entrance, but a hand on her stomach stilled her, soothing her tensing muscles.
“Don't fret, Maddy ,” she heard him say above the hammering of her heart in her ears. “I will not hurt you.” For some reason, his words made her chest ache.
With movements that bordered on tender, he slid forward, then retreated. Then he pushed into her a little more, held himself still, and moved back, letting her already sensitive flesh get accustomed to him. His broad, warm hands smoothed over her thighs, massaging her, calming her, until, after a few more gentle movements, he was seated deep inside her.
She was dying, impaled on him, so ready to be driven over the edge. Behind her stood Sam, and she saw his hands moving on his cock, slowly stroking himself as he watched his best friend bury himself in her tight cunt, where he himself had been just a few hours before.
“Oh,” Maddy said, squirming around Chet's shaft, begging for friction. “Hurry.”
Slowly, Chet began to pump his hips, his thick, meaty cock sliding smoothly inside her. Maddy moaned, bracing herself against the desk, the edges biting into her arms. She tugged against her own nylons, but she couldn't free herself. She arched her back. “Please,” she whimpered. “Fuck me more.”
His fingers bit into her thighs as he pushed them up, opening her legs until she was completely bared to him. “Such language. Can't have that,” Chet whispered. “This is a place of business, Miss Marcos, and we are in a very important meeting. What would happen if one of our assistants heard you?”
And, to her horror, he paused in his slow thrusts, reached over, and switched on the intercom.
Desperately, Maddy
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