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You, you, wanted to see me, sir?” my officegirl stammered as she stepped nervously into my office. I could see that her eyes were slightly downcast through her conservatively styled glasses. “Was there something you needed, or did I do something wrong?”
“Wanted”, “see”, and “need”, those words rang through my ears as I asked her into my office, signaling her to close the door. What I “wanted to see,” was her luscious looking breasts, breasts which were always barely contained by her daily series of constricting tops and jackets, wrapped around my extremely hard love length. What I “needed” was to impale myself within her and release myself fully, my hands gripping the fanny which I had admired every time she bent to retrieve a file. I wanted to spread her legs wide and taste...
“Are you okay, sir? Your face got red all of a sudden. Would you like a glass of water, or something else?” she inquired, concern now shaping her face. She was standing now mere inches from my desk. She had crossed the room while I was locked in my reverie, mesmerized by images of her face contorted in orgasm, the music of her sighs filling her ears.... Or maybe she was a screamer?
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