Private whore

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I work in a medium-sized company where the departments are divided by partitions, and as one of the directors I have my own room even though it has no door following an "open doors" policy.

Unfortunately, one of the characteristics of female employees in this company is that they are not physically attractive. We always joke about it for coincidence's sake. But like everything else, there was an exception to this as well. About two months ago Marcela started working there. At around 23 or 24 years old her body isn't very noticeable even though she can be quite reasonable for someone who likes cuteness (no, she's not fat; just cute). Her face however is charming. She has short blond hair and beautiful eyelashes and a mouth at once delicate and sensual. Her smile is beautiful, and she's quite nice.

Since she's in the customer service business (which is not mine), we had little contact. On the other hand, I couldn't help but notice her on the corridors. I made sure to introduce myself and let her know my position, relying on the old maxim that women are always attracted by more powerful men. She, though very nice, gave me no indication whatsoever which would allow me greater freedoms. But I was going to work for it...

And the opportunity presented itself! I needed someone to help me with a project, and I asked for one of their employees from the customer service manager on the grounds that my secretary was involved in other matters. I also specified that this person should be newly hired at the company, excusing myself by saying that the project might hurt some concepts former staff had, it being advisable to keep details away from them until implemented; I added that she must work morning and early afternoon. Obviously, the only one who fit this profile was Marcela... so the next day she showed up to work with me.

It was amazing how sexy she looked even in casual clothes. In a wine blouse and black pants, she looked delightful. Her face as always charmed me. I welcomed her with great kindness but part of my plan was to be strictly professional. I acted this way for three or four days, making her feel quite at ease and being nice and serious without giving any indication of my intentions. But on Friday, I gave her a rather extensive assignment, saying that she needed the work done by day's end anyway because there was going to be an early meeting on Monday when she would need the material. That of course was very true, but what she didn't realize is that I had let the work accumulate deliberately. As I expected, she barely got halfway through the job by the end of the day. When she came over and handed it to me, she tried explaining herself, apologizing for being too big, not having succeeded, etc., etc. I began my performance by shaking my head, like someone who regrets having chosen her for the job. Faced with his expression of discouragement, I pretended to think a little and told her that we had an outlet: I would go to the company on Saturday morning (day when it is not open) and she should come too so that we could finish the work. She was excited, saying that she will be there without fail at nine o'clock in the morning, and thanked me. As soon as she left, I gave an untranslatable smile...

The next day, Saturday, I arrived at the company at half past seven. I took a video camera with me and hid it in a strategic place of the meeting room. Also conveniently dressed in very comfortable clothes: sweatpants, shirt and sneakers. I connected my video camera to the television set in the conference room and waited. At nine o'clock precisely Marcela came. She was delightful, wearing a light flowery gown that reached her knees and smelled wonderful after taking a bath. When she entered, I pointed her out into the meeting hall, and we began work. At first I made her feel at ease, and with the quiet atmosphere of the company and my relaxed conversation she soon became quite loose and laughed at my jokes. Then I took the next step: I put my arm behind her chair, approaching as if to show something in work. She didn't even notice it, continuing in the same place. I brought up more personal matters, discovering that Marcela was married (just like me), and with this information I moved on. After some time, feeling her wrapped around me I waited for a moment where she looked at me and kissed her, catching her by surprise. She was startled, trying to resist but then started responding to my kiss. I passed the arm over her waist and pulled it towards me, and she also hugged me. What delicious smell! I began raising my hand up through his waist until he reached her breast. I caressed him on top of the dress for awhile till I tried to put my hand inside it. Marcela suddenly pushed me away and stood up. She started saying she couldn't do it, that it wasn't right, that I had never cheated on my husband.

I turned the videotape back on and switched on the TV. She looked at it without understanding, until she began to see scenes of what had just happened on screen: me kissing her, her returning a passionate embrace with my kisses, me caressing her breast... Marcela started crying, asking me what I wanted because I'd recorded the tape. I told her that I didn't intend to do anything with the tape but for this I wanted her to stay. Marcela seemed lost, not knowing what to do. I picked up the bag, put it back on the table while the scene rolled onto the screen. Finally, I went up to her and took the bag out of her hand. And said: "Honey, you want it too, so we have nothing to lose. We are adults after all. Besides that your husband won't know anything. It depends only on you"... Marcela stood there not knowing what to do. So I started kissing her again without being kissed back by her. Then I put my hands around her waist and then grabbed her ass over her dress. She jumped and tried to unconscious herself but I squeezed harder and pulled her towards me, making her feel my hard penis across my jacket. Marcela began to cry softly, but her resistance gave way. Slowly I started taking off her dress, letting it slide down her body and leaving only underwear and a bra on.

Her body was amazing! She looked much more lovely than she had been dressed. I stepped back a little to admire her, and she stooped down. I picked him up by the chin and kissed her again, this time affectionately as he stroked his hair. She stopped crying and breathed faster. Then it seemed like the right moment. I stopped kissing her and told Els that if she wanted to go away, I could give her the ribbon so she would be free of any trouble. But also said that if they stayed together, she wouldn't have regrets. After all, I had a comfortable situation and an important position in the company that could help her greatly.

Marcela looked confused and indecisive for a while, not knowing what to do. She even leaned down and took the dress but didn't put it on. So I pulled out of my pocket a cake with bills and left it on the table saying that this was just the beginning. Marcella seemed both humiliated and excited at the same time. Finally feeling like she had won the bet, I went over to her, grabbed her robe from her hands and kissed her again. This time Marcel responded, and we began rubbing our breaths together as my hands ran across her body. I squeezed his butt, passed my hands on her back, let go of the bra clasp. Went away a little so that he would fall and admire her tiny breasts. Then I was sucking their nipples painfully while Marcela moaned with pleasure. I started to take off my clothes, first shirt, then sneakers and pants, finally panties, getting naked. I asked her to remove her underwear, but as she looked embarrassed, went up to her and pulled it lightly, lifting her legs for her to come out.

Finally! I was there, naked with that girl's delight. I kissed her again as my penis rubbed against her belly. Unable to bear it any longer, I gently forced her head downward but she resisted. As she wouldn't lower herself, I stopped kissing her and whispered in her ear "I want you to suck me". She looked down embarrassed and said she had never done such a thing before. Almost fell backwards! "Have you ever performed oral sex?" As I looked at her in disbelief, she told me that her husband was very conservative and they were just doing mommy-and-daddy even though quickly because he would soon be done. She began to understand why she was this erupting volcano! Her hormones must have been bottled up a long time ago waiting for an exhaust valve. So I took her into my arms and laid her gently on the conference table with my sweater underneath her head like a pillow. I would suck, lick, bite, stick my tongue in and kiss her clitoris and feel it quiver into my mouth as its juice poured out abundantly. Soon she was moaning loudly, squeezing my head against her vagina asking for more and more until in a scream she taunted herself struggling and turning her head from side to side till she gradually calmed down letting her body relax on the table and almost fainting.

I approached her face, kissing her and she returned the kiss with passion and tenderness as if thanking me for the best - perhaps only - orgasm of her life. I broke off the kiss, couldn't stand it any longer, and stood up putting my penis at his mouth he looked into my eyes and to my surprise opened his mouth and swallowed me. At first she sucked like a lollipop without any experience i explained how she should do this by placing one hand in my bag and another on the base of my penis and myself started moving around fucking her beautiful little mouth She was squeezing my penis and stroking the bag, and I got crazy from feeling the heat coming out of her mouth getting more and more uncontrollable until I picked up speed and started violently farting on her lips almost to her throat.

Exhausted, I lay down beside her at the table and embraced her. We nodded for a few minutes in each other's arms, tired but satisfied. I awoke to find that she was looking at me with an expression both wistful and happy.

Soon I was ready for another one, and seeing this I asked her to sit on me. She knelt down at the table standing over me and slowly lowered her body. I touched the tip of my penis in the entrance of her vagina and she flooded me with its abundant juice. I started pulling it down but felt that it was still very tight probably due to lack of capacity from her husband. Slowly and always, I managed to get into until the end, and we stood there for a while sitting each other up and kissing. Then she began to climb up and down gradually as she screamed and rubbed my chest. I held her hips and accelerated her movements, with her screams getting louder and louder until she started yelling hysterically, playing like crazy for more than ten seconds before falling exhausted on my chest as tears rolled down from her eyes. In a quick motion, I put her face-down on the table and stood over her, separating her buttocks. She got scared, but I grabbed hold of her firmly and placed my penis in the small opening of her anus, starting to force it. She started saying that she didn't want to, it would hurt her, I had never done anything like this before but I kept pressing gently and firmly until the little head came in with a scream from her. I accelerated my movements, and Marcela surprisingly mocked once again by squeezing her anus against me with force, causing me to also lose control and enjoy abundantly in his tight and tasty little hole.

When we looked at the clock, it was already noon. I hugged her tightly and asked if she regretted what had happened. She said that she was still confused but not sorry. She stood up to surprise me by giving a kiss on my penis with satisfaction. He took out the money, put it in his bag and pulled me to get up. That afternoon was delicious... We ordered lunch, ate dinner, went back to work as a couple of lovers. At the end of the evening when all our work is done, we have sex once more before I take her home. Today we usually meet twice a week in motels. For Marcela's husband, she is "working late". The most interesting thing is that to this day Marcela accepts my money every time he goes out with me. She has become a one-man prostitute and what is worse, a whore who enjoys herself madly.