Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Hayley groaned as she rubbed her tiny button. “Both,” she gasped.
Chris chuckled. “Ambitious. I like that. I think you’ll go far here. Make yourself come, Ms. Turner. Quickly. I need to evaluate your efficiency.”
Hayley ground her hips into her hand as she worked her pussy for Chris’s viewing pleasure. She slid one finger in and out of her tight little hole while pressing the heel of her palm to her clit. She moaned loudly and Chris watched a glistening trail of pussy juice leak down her inner thigh toward the top of her stocking. He reached out and swirled his finger in it and brought it to his mouth. “God that tastes so fucking good,” he told her. She came with a gasp.
Chris stood up and unbuttoned his fly. He slowly unzipped his pants, allowing her a tiny amount of time to recover, but not so much he couldn’t build her back up to another orgasm. Even in her post-orgasmic haze, she reached back with her free hand, sliding a condom toward him on the desk. He took it and smiled. “Demonstrates knowledge of safety policies and procedures. Very important, Ms. Turner.”
“Yes, Mr. Sullivan,” Hayley panted.
He rolled the rubber on and positioned himself behind her. He nudged his cockhead toward her entrance but waited.
“Oh God,” Hayley gasped. “Oh fuck me. Fuck me, now!”
“Very enthusiastic, Ms. Turner but be careful. You’re bordering on insubordination,” he told her, rubbing himself up and down her slit, teasing her.
Hayley whimpered and pushed back, trying to force him to enter her. Chris was inspired by her desperation and returned to her entrance. “You fuck me, Ms. Turner,” he ordered. “We’re looking for people with leadership skills.”
Hayley grabbed the edge of the desk and shoved herself backwards, impaling herself on Chris’s cock. She sighed in relief and then began rocking herself onto him and back out again in a steady rhythm. Despite being well prepared, her pussy was, as always, tight and grasping, and Chris closed his eyes to enjoy the feel of her gripping him. “That’s it, Ms. Turner,” he crooned. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Take it all the way inside you.” She pushed backward and cried out as he bottomed out inside her. He smiled. “Glad to see you work so well with others. But don’t come yet. Teamwork, Ms. Turner. We need to come together. Hold it in.”
Hayley snarled at being told not to come but continued to dutifully ride his shaft. “Milk my cock. Squeeze it hard. But don’t come.” It was a delicious sensation as Hayley bore down on him, fisting him with her pussy. Chris finally took hold of her hips and began driving into her. “Almost there. Just a little bit more.”
“I’m going to come!” she whined.
“Not yet,” he replied, pulling out and slamming back in. “Just wait.” He felt the building pressure in his balls and slammed into her again. “Just...” slam… “hold”…another slam… “it”…he ground his hips into her ass…. “in.” Chris felt himself going over the edge and reached around to pinch her clit gently. “Come now,” he bit out. “Come with me.”
Hayley’s pussy clenched around his shaft and she cried out as he pumped in his load. He collapsed over her back, holding himself up with his hands on either side of her on the desk. Both of them were panting hard. When the throbbing subsided, he stood up, slid his hand around her waist and sat down in the chair, taking her with him, hard cock still sheathed inside her. She rested her head against his shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
When he could speak again, he said, “Well, Ms. Turner. I think I’m very pleased with your performance so far. I think we’ll keep you on.”
She laughed. “Oh good. When do I get my raise?”
He grinned and bit the side of her neck gently. “Sassy.” Chris cuddled her on his lap for a few more minutes. “Where did you get these?” he asked, sliding his hand along the stockings.
“I went shopping a few days ago,” she told him.
“Did you walk from the house in those heels?”
“No. I took a cab.”
“Good,” he replied. “You can’t walk the streets dressed like this.”
“Did you just call me a streetwalker?”
He chuckled. “If the spike heel fits, baby.” She elbowed him in the ribs. “Okay, okay. What’s for lunch?” he asked, keeping one arm around her and reaching out with the other.
“Thai spicy noodles, fried rice, steamed veggies. You like Thai?”
“Love it,” he said, lifting the lid. “Smells awesome. Thank you.”
“I made some for the boys, too. I put it in the break room.”
He nuzzled her ear. “That was nice of you. Thanks, honey”
After he ate, Hayley called herself another cab and Chris handed her some cash for it. As he reached for it, he grabbed her wrist with his other hand and yanked her forward. She toppled into him on her heels. He leaned down and said into her ear, “You’re gonna wear those heels for me again tonight, right?”