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his secretaryâs tightly contained hair. The woman didnât look up, she was much too busy, and Erica couldnât tell if she minded being seen like this. She certainly didnât seem to mind what she was doing.
âLook at me,â the chairman repeated.
Erica forced herself to meet his eyes. They were a chilling blue that made her shiver somewhere deep in her belly, and she realised that was why she didnât like looking at him. The way he made her feel wouldnât help her get her way during negotiations.
âYou see, Erica, this is private business. What Miss Brown is doing to me - suck Miss Brown, suck, thatâs good - is private. We all do this sort of thing behind closed doors... I said, look at me, Erica.â
Her eyes had wandered again; she found it intensely humiliating having to look at his cock disappearing in and out of the kneeling womanâs mouth. She wondered why that was, why she minded what the other woman was doing. But he was talking again, and it was important she listen to what he was saying, that she not let the sight of his rigid, gleaming shaft distract her...
âWe do it in private, Erica, whereas you do it in print.â Suddenly, he reached up and grabbed one side of her half open blouse.
Automatically Erica moved forward to prevent him for tearing the fine material and fully exposing her breasts, and before she knew it, she found herself bending over his face, between him and his secretaryâs bobbing head.
âDo you like doing things in public, Erica?â he asked sternly.
âNo Mr... I mean, Chairman Mathews, no...â she stammered, surreptitiously trying to get his grip off her blouse while politely trying to look back into his hypnotic eyes. Her hand brushed ineffectually at his sleeve.
âDo not touch me, Erica, not unless you want to touch me where sheâs touching me. Would you like to help out?â
âNo!â Erica quickly dropped her hand as embarrassment added an attractive colour to her cheeks no make-up artist could ever emulate. Bent over him like this, her breasts were practically hanging out of her blouse in plain view of his face as she looked away from his penetrating stare again.
âLook at me, Erica,â he commanded.
She looked at him.
His other hand got a firmer grip on the back of his secretaryâs head, and he literally shoved her face down into his lap. The woman gave a muffled cry as he pulled her head back up by her tight bun, and then pushed it deep into his crotch again. His expression grew oddly stiff as he looked into Ericaâs wide eyes, but he made no sound as he came, there was only the muffled gulping of Miss Brownâs frantic swallowing as Chairman Mathews pumped his cum into her demure little mouth and down her obedient throat. Meanwhile, Erica swallowed dryly as she watched, but her pussy was getting wetter by the second.
Then Chairman Mathews lifted Miss Brownâs head off his still partially erect penis, and let her collapse back onto her efficient tweed skirt as he stood up. âYou like things public, donât you, Erica?â
âNo,â she said quickly. More than ever, she had no idea where to look. His still hard prick bobbed up and down before him when he moved, a drop of sperm quivering on its cleft head, and she suffered the terrifying impression that he wanted her to lick it off. She felt dizzy suppressing the urge to sink willingly to her knees before it as she tried to keep a firm grip on the conversation.
âOn your knees, Erica.â
âSir,â she said weakly, âI can explain about the photographs...â
âDo you want to keep working here, Erica?â
âYes, sir,â she answered miserably.
âThen on your knees.â
âI have a contract...â she began, but she knew perfectly well that he could break any contract she had signed. Feeling two inches tall, she sank to her knees before him so his cock hung
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