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"We'll be nice to each other," she whispered to him, letting him feast his eyes on her breasts, like a starving man looking at a hot steak. She couldn't help running her hands over them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She was so horny, she knew she'd never make it to ten without getting off.

"You know I won't make it at the firm without your help, don't you?" she said. "A girl like me needs a ... a friend. Someone who knows their way around who can make sure I don't get screwed over."

She licked her lips and looked down at his lap. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his face as she whispered in his ear.

"I can be a good friend," she said. "You saw that last night, didn't you?"
 
He was trying to listen as she spoke, but the way her full breasts swelled and squished this way and that as she toyed with her own flesh was hypnotic. He watched as she teased her own rigid nipples into tiny dark buds if desire

Then she stepped closer, leaning down to speak in his ear. Her bit breath made his heart race, but the feel of one silky soft orb sliding over his face was like using a car battery on a AAA.

"Oh god Allison" he groaned as his hands slid up t
 
He was trying to listen as she spoke, but the way her full breasts swelled and squished this way and that as she toyed with her own flesh was hypnotic. He watched as she teased her own rigid nipples into tiny dark buds if desire

Then she stepped closer, leaning down to speak in his ear. Her bit breath made his heart race, but the feel of one silky soft orb sliding over his face was like using a car battery on a AAA.

"Oh god Allison" he groaned as his hands slid up to her hips.

"I'll never forget last night. And I'll be your friend, always watch out for you" he told her as his hands slid down her hips, to her silky thighs.

"Anything" he said in a thick gruff voice as he turned his head, feeling the flesh of her tit on his lips

"Anything"
 
She pressed her tits against his face, straddling his thighs as his hands ran over her ass and thighs. Her skirt rode up high as she settled herself down in his lap, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. As she ground her pussy against him, she got a little relief from the need that had been overwhelmng her.

It was like scratching an insect bite, though. It gave her relief for the moment, but the moment she stopped pressing against him, it came back twice as bad. She whimpered and rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him, her panties soaked with her juices, arms hugging his head against her breast.

"Anything," she moaned. "I'll do anything."
 
He could feel her supple thighs rest on his as she settled into his lap. But more noticeable was the soft heat at the nexus of her thighs rubbing against the rigid bulge in his pants


His hands ski back to squeeze her plump ass, losing control of himself, as her arms pulled his face to her breasts. He twisted his head in he grip, his mouth opening to catch the delicious rigid nipple that had grazed his cheek.

As he sucked the rigi bud if flesh into his hot wet mouth, his hands pulled her closer to him, pulling her soft hot mound firm against his trapped cock as she continued to wriggle on his lap

Her own voice was thick and husky as she spoke next to his ear. It seemed they were in agreement.

He released one plump cheek, hi hand slipping between them, diving between her thighs. He groaned into her full supple breasts as his finger found her silky wet slit. Her noun was on fire and his fingers slipped inside of her with an ease that only made him groan again.

He let her tit pop free from his lip, leaned back and looked into er eyes

"I need to be inside you" he moaned, as his hand slid free from her sex to wrestle with his pants
 
Ali nodded her head, too turned on to even think about refusing him. His mouth on her tits and his fingers teasing her pussy had made her even more desperate than she had been before, and as he struggled with his belt, she continued to grind against him, til she realized she was making it harder for him to get his cock out. She slid off of his lap, giggling, and slid her panties down, stepping out of them as he finally got his belt open.

"Oh God, I need that," she moaned, and helped him slide his pants down, his fat cock springing out at last. She climbed back on, dragging her pussy up the shaft until the fat head pressed against her clit. Then she reached down and guided him inside, dropping hard, feeling him filling her puss in one abrupt push.

"Yes!" she screamed, her cunt contracting, squeezing him tight. She began to pump her hips furiously back and forth, feeling his big cock stretching her, filling her just right.
 
He felt relieved when Allison rose from his lap, allowing him to quickly get his pants undone. Then with her help they were piled around his ankles, and his rigid member sprung free

She leaned down to shimmy out of her panties, letting her full breasts swing towards him. But before he could attack them her skirt was hiked around her waist and she was straddling him once again

He felt her hips shift, and could feel the damp heat from her sex slide along his shaft, then she gripped him, rolled her hips and dropped into his lap

"Oh ssshhhhhiiiiiittttt!!" He groaned through clenched teeth as his cock was buried in the tight wet furnace of her sex. His member throbbed deep inside of her as she slid back and fort on his cock, her heavy breasts jiggling in front if his face as his hands went to her ass, gripping and squeezing he looked up into her gorgeous face

"I'll take care of you here, no matter what" he said as his eyes took in her golden hair, pristine classic beauty, emerald eyes, and lush lips. Then they slid down to that delicious selling and swaying of her breasts as she shifted in his lap, riding his cock.


Then the phone rang

"Fuck!" Marcus cursed, but he didn't let her stop. He reached around her and pickle up the reciever

"Hello........yes she is..........send her up now? Yes sir" he replied then hung up the phone

"Damn. Morgan wants you a little early today" he said as he let his head tilt back cursing under his breath, delighting in the feel of her, and cursing his boss.
 
"Now!!??" she gasped, her pussy contracting on his cock, just at the edge of an orgasm, trembling with excitement, but one look at his face told her he was done for now. She slipped out of his lap, her pussy smacking as he slid out. She could hardly stand her knees were shaking so badly, and she rested a hand against his desk and slowly stepped into her thong and slid it up. She straightened her skirt out, buttoned her blouse, and put her jacket back on. If it wasn't for her bright red cheeks and tousled hair, you wouldn't even know she'd been fucking.

She gave Marcus a kiss and walked out of his office, taking the elevator up and breathing slowly, trying to calm down. It was impossible, with the way her pussy was throbbing, and as she pushed Morgan's door open, she found herself hoping he was calling her up early to fuck before the meeting.

"You sent for me?" she said.
 
Marcus groaned as his cock slipped free from her tight wet pussy, his member throbbing as it glistened with her juices. Then Alison stepped back and quickly got dressed. She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss before darting out of their little office. He cursed as he sat there with his pants around his ankles breathing deeply, but he soon calmed down and tugged his pants back on and resumed his work


Mr Morgan smiled when his office doors opened and his lovely new aid came waltzing in, looking quite delicious. He quickly stepped over to her, giving her ass a playful swat.

"The client we have today has a bit of a wandering eye an I want his eyes wandering so much he can't even see what he is signing. I don't care what it takes" he told her with a smug grin as he looked her over. Then he tugged her jacket off, his eyes going straight to her chest.

"Ah no bra, very nice" he said as he reached up and undid two buttons, exposing a dangerous amount of cleavage

"And if your wearing panties, lose them" he told her as he glanced over the room, and just then the intercom buzzed

"Mr Morgan your 10:00 is here" and he glanced over to see Allison stuff a pair of panties into her jacket pocket. He turned and walked over to the heavy doors and opened them, smiling as he waved Mr Smith in

Mr Smith was a massive black man. 6'7, broad thick shoulders that pulled his suit jacket taught over his muscles. He was te owner of a chain of gyms that had found their way through the city, an he was currently being sued for some lax security issues. Morgan wanted the case, because he wanted to show Mr Smith how valuable a lawyer on retainer could be

"Come right in, let Allison take your jacket so we can sit down and dive into this little fiasco" he said as he gestured to Allison.
 
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