together, and felt them tighten into hard, wrinkly nubs as they rubbed.
Amanda reached up to cup Mary Beth’s breasts once more, gathering them up and pressing them together to apply her mouth to the hardened tips, skipping the gentle stage in favor of suctioning on and taking deep, hard pulls.
Mary Beth made her first sound since leaving the table. No babbling now, just a breathy sigh of sexual desire. Encouraged, Amanda applied the same abuse to the other nipple before abandoning them for her client’s mouth.
Arousal was breaking down all sorts of barriers, and by the time Amanda bullied her thighs apart and slipped two fingers into the girl’s cunt, the kiss grew hot and exploratory. So too did Mary Beth’s hands. She closed them on Amanda’s breasts, taking a few shy pinches at her nipples. Nice. Gentle, but too tentative for their timeframe. They would have to move things along more quickly. Not much time left before Ben would come along and ‘accidentally’ catch the woman he was interested in being eaten out by someone else.
Amanda bent her knees, kissing and licking a trail down between Mary Beth’s breasts, over her navel, feeling the girl grow more and more pliant, her breathing more and more ragged.
Thinking of Thomas, Amanda drove her fingers deep, beginning to twist and pump inside a tight and wet vagina. As her mouth reached the girl’s mound, she needed give no direction. Mary Beth raised and propped one foot on the balcony railing, making it easy for Amanda to apply her tongue to a swollen clit.
Almost immediately she began to feel a telltale quivering inside her client’s pussy. She was pushing the girl to orgasm already, and that was fantastic. By the time Ben finished with her, she’d have probably lost count of how many times she’d come. Amanda renewed her efforts, relentless, even when Mary Beth reached down to grab her head, making soft sounds of protest.
Just when Mary Beth was beginning to grind her pelvis against Amanda’s forceful intrusion and begin to tense in earnest, Ben stepped out onto the balcony.
Their client froze, caught with her legs spread, breasts bare, and another woman banging and eating her. There was no way to hide what they’d been doing, and Ben didn’t let Mary Beth so much as try. He clamped a hand onto the client’s raised knee so she couldn’t lower it again. With this other hand, he gently pressed against the back of Amanda’s head, directing her to carry on.
Mary Beth surprised her, then. Amanda would have been busy coming for an hour or so, but the client went straight for the buttons on Ben’s shirt. On his part, he changed course and gave Amanda a pat, signaling her dismissal. Their client had something in mind and he wanted to let her steer.
Now free to leave, Amanda cleared off, righting her dress, smoothing her hair, and fighting to ignore unrelieved arousal. One of these days, she’d talk to Eric about Thomas’s pressure valve policy, but there was no time for that tonight. She had to get cleaned up and pay Thomas a visit at the branch office.
After a shower and a judicious change of clothes into a blue business suit, simple white button-down shirt plus brown ankle-boots, she figured she could pay Thomas a visit without turning too many heads.
The branch office was some distance away and she made it there to find the place quiet at that time of night. After an equally quiet word with a duty officer, she was directed to Thomas’s office on the second floor.
Not a soul in sight, not a sound to be heard. Not at all what she had expected.
She located Thomas’s door and could hardly believe how peaceful the scene when she peered inside. Thomas was not alone. Scott Milazzo had an elbow propped on Thomas’s desk, one hand clenched at his hairline, looking bored as could be, staring at a laptop computer screen.
Thomas, on the other hand, was leaned way back in a wooden chair teetering on its back legs. He had his own legs and arms held
Amanda reached up to cup Mary Beth’s breasts once more, gathering them up and pressing them together to apply her mouth to the hardened tips, skipping the gentle stage in favor of suctioning on and taking deep, hard pulls.
Mary Beth made her first sound since leaving the table. No babbling now, just a breathy sigh of sexual desire. Encouraged, Amanda applied the same abuse to the other nipple before abandoning them for her client’s mouth.
Arousal was breaking down all sorts of barriers, and by the time Amanda bullied her thighs apart and slipped two fingers into the girl’s cunt, the kiss grew hot and exploratory. So too did Mary Beth’s hands. She closed them on Amanda’s breasts, taking a few shy pinches at her nipples. Nice. Gentle, but too tentative for their timeframe. They would have to move things along more quickly. Not much time left before Ben would come along and ‘accidentally’ catch the woman he was interested in being eaten out by someone else.
Amanda bent her knees, kissing and licking a trail down between Mary Beth’s breasts, over her navel, feeling the girl grow more and more pliant, her breathing more and more ragged.
Thinking of Thomas, Amanda drove her fingers deep, beginning to twist and pump inside a tight and wet vagina. As her mouth reached the girl’s mound, she needed give no direction. Mary Beth raised and propped one foot on the balcony railing, making it easy for Amanda to apply her tongue to a swollen clit.
Almost immediately she began to feel a telltale quivering inside her client’s pussy. She was pushing the girl to orgasm already, and that was fantastic. By the time Ben finished with her, she’d have probably lost count of how many times she’d come. Amanda renewed her efforts, relentless, even when Mary Beth reached down to grab her head, making soft sounds of protest.
Just when Mary Beth was beginning to grind her pelvis against Amanda’s forceful intrusion and begin to tense in earnest, Ben stepped out onto the balcony.
Their client froze, caught with her legs spread, breasts bare, and another woman banging and eating her. There was no way to hide what they’d been doing, and Ben didn’t let Mary Beth so much as try. He clamped a hand onto the client’s raised knee so she couldn’t lower it again. With this other hand, he gently pressed against the back of Amanda’s head, directing her to carry on.
Mary Beth surprised her, then. Amanda would have been busy coming for an hour or so, but the client went straight for the buttons on Ben’s shirt. On his part, he changed course and gave Amanda a pat, signaling her dismissal. Their client had something in mind and he wanted to let her steer.
Now free to leave, Amanda cleared off, righting her dress, smoothing her hair, and fighting to ignore unrelieved arousal. One of these days, she’d talk to Eric about Thomas’s pressure valve policy, but there was no time for that tonight. She had to get cleaned up and pay Thomas a visit at the branch office.
After a shower and a judicious change of clothes into a blue business suit, simple white button-down shirt plus brown ankle-boots, she figured she could pay Thomas a visit without turning too many heads.
The branch office was some distance away and she made it there to find the place quiet at that time of night. After an equally quiet word with a duty officer, she was directed to Thomas’s office on the second floor.
Not a soul in sight, not a sound to be heard. Not at all what she had expected.
She located Thomas’s door and could hardly believe how peaceful the scene when she peered inside. Thomas was not alone. Scott Milazzo had an elbow propped on Thomas’s desk, one hand clenched at his hairline, looking bored as could be, staring at a laptop computer screen.
Thomas, on the other hand, was leaned way back in a wooden chair teetering on its back legs. He had his own legs and arms held
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