FeminineAgent. Don’t cum inside me
The office door clicked shut behind stairs. The blonde mature milf,otta Baldikova, glanced up at jake Rabosky, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she crossed and uncrossed her long legs. “Mr. Rabosky, how can I be of service today?” Her voice was a purr.
Jake grinned and locked the door. “We have some important matters to discuss, Ms. Baldikova. But let’s start by getting comfortable, shall we?” He loosened his tie and sat down on the edge of her desk, letting his gaze roam appreciatively over her curvy figure.
Otta raised an eyebrow but shuffled her chair nearer. “Of course, sir. I aim to please.” She leaned forward, ample cleavage straining against her tight blouse. “So tell me, what did you have in mind? I’m very good at my job after all…”
Jake leaned in, his hand sliding provocatively up her inner thigh. “Oh I have no doubts about that. But a man in my position has…exacting standards. I need to see just how well you can follow orders.” His fingers brushed against the edge of her lace panties.
Otta drew in a sharp breath. “I’m not some succubus, Mr. Rabosky. I have integrity.” Even as she spoke, her hand found its way to the bulge in his pants, stroking him through the fabric.
“Integrity is admirable,” Jake murmured, sliding his hand into her panties to stroke her slick, ready folds. “But it won’t get you a promotion.” He captured her plump bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard.
Otta moaned into the kiss, grinding herself against his probing fingers. “I’m not some whore to be bought,” she gasped out. But her nimble fingers were unzipping his fly, freeing his thick shaft.
“Actions speak louder than words…” Jake growled, standing up and unbuckling his belt. Otta didn’t hesitate – she hiked up her pencil skirt and bent over the desk, wiggling her ass invitingly. Jake stroked himself a few times before notching the swollen head of his cock against her tight entrance.
“You want it, don’t you you filthy slut? Beg for my cock.” He rubbed against her, coated in her juices.
“Yes! Please, I need it. Stuff me full of your fat fucking cock!” Otta cried, pushing back against him. With a savage thrust, Jake buried himself to the hilt in her soaked pussy. They both let out Wanton moans as he began to fuck her, hard and fast.
Otta drooled shamelessly as he took her roughly, slamming into her over and over. Her big tits heaved with each impact, globes jiggling obscenely. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she chanted mindlessly, eyes screwed shut in bliss. “Harder, fuck me harder!”
Jake obliged, doubling his efforts until the desk creaked alarmingly. Otta’s pussy squelched around him, gripping him like a wet fist. “Ohhh fuuuck…” The tension coiled tighter and tighter in her lower belly until it exploded, her sex clamping down on him as she came hard on his cock.
Jake let out a guttural groan as she milked him, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried himself deep and hosed her insides with thick ropes of cum.otta shuddered through the aftershocks, his sticky seed dripping down her quivering thighs.
Panting, Jake pulled out and buttoned up his pants. Otta staggered to the bathroom, grabbing some tissues to mop up the excess semen. She emerged a few minutes later, calmer and back in work mode. No sign remained of the wanton harlot who had just been railed on her desk.
“Was there anything else you needed from me, sir?” she asked primly, fixing her blouse and smoothing her skirt.
Jake just smirked and unlocked the door. “Not at the moment. I’ll be in touch if I need…anything else.” And with that, he left, whistling a tune.
Otta watched him go, a contemplative expression on her face. She’d done what she had to for her job. To some, she might be a succubus. To herself, she was just a woman doing what she needed to succeed in a man’s world. She took her seat at her desk, cliché nickname down, and cracked her knuckles. Time to get back to work.
