The Quickie Chronicles - Corporately Seduced

Yes this is a part 2....

 I believe Mr. Edwards had a permanent water stain on his desk from my honeypot. I'd been making hourly/daily/weekly visits to see him. Lunch break sex. I just got to the office sex. I gotta work late sex. I have 15 minutes before my next client sex. Girl...

 In the past week, Mr. Edwards has seen me at least 3 times a day. Normally I would give him a days rest if I'd seen him more than once. This week had been too stressful for me to not go see that dick daily, multiple times. I walked in Friday, on his lunch break, lunch in tow. He looked exhausted. I set the meal up on his table (fried fish, potato salad, mac n cheese, bread and cake for dessert), fixed both of us a plate, and go to working. We ate in silence, and I must say it stung. We'd normally talk about our days, what we planned to do to each other, blah blah blah... I broke the silence.

 "What's biting you?"

 "You are." He said bitterly. My interest peaked. My eyes narrowed to meet his. I waited patiently. "Not that I do not enjoy your company, but why have you been here so much this week?"

 "Honestly, stressed." His gaze grew perplexed. I continued. "It's just that I still haven't found a job and I'm tried of looking. I start getting all depressed. Sex is natures best anti-depressant. And well, you always let me in."

 "Ebony, let me solve your problem. You know I still haven't hired anyone."
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 "And you know why I didn't accept the job day one."

 "I won't hold any sexual favors over your head. I promise. I'll even draw up a contract."

 "Would we ever actually get any work done?" I chuckled. His eyes narrowed and then he did the same. Then he just stared at me, awaiting my response. "Write up the contract. I'll look over it Monday morning."

 "And what about right now?" He said standing up, showing me his erection.

 "I've worn you out. You need your rest. See you Monday."

 That weekend I did enough self caking to kill a whole 8 pack of batteries and I was still horny. Although I was breaking my whole moral code for Mr. Edwards, I felt good about it. Sex and a paycheck. Good sex. What more could I ask for? I walked into the office Monday morning wearing the same suit I'd worn to my interview. Mr. Edwards eyes lit up as I walked in. He silently handed me the contract. I sat down at his desk to read it. Pleased with what I saw, I signed the bottom and handed it back. He signed as well, then we had a boring conversations about my duties and pay. He put me to work in the office on the other side of the kitchen. The way my desk was set up, I couldn't even look down the house and steal glances at him. I guess that was for the best. Lunch time. I was hungry and horny. I walked into his office.

 "Mr. Edwards, what would you like for lunch?" Please say me.

 "Actually, I brought us lunch today." My eyes lit up with surprise. He went into the kitchen and returned with a picnic basket. Just as I had done several times before, he laid the food out on his desk. I noticed everything he pulled out was fruit. And then the toppings. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "Strip." I obliged. I stood before him naked and waiting for my next instructions. "Lay down on the table." Once I was down, he decorated me. Making different snack stations in my erogenous zones. My ears were dipped in chocolate. My neck was covered in honey. My nipples were covered in strawberries and whipped cream. An assortment of exotic fruits covered my honeypot. (No sugar in the cooch ladies. Can you say yeast infection?) Caramel sauce and chocolate dripped from both hips. Peanut butter, apples and bananas were clustered on my stomach. I asked him to take a picture so I could see the site later. He fed us from my body. Taking fruits and dipping them in the different sauces scattered across my body. He even stuck a few fruit inside me so he could taste my own natural juices. I felt like I was about to explode when he started to lick the remainder of the fruit and toppings off. He took his clothes off and climbed on top of me. He allowed himself to become dirty through contact as he got easier access to some of my spots. Just when I thought he licked me clean, and my body felt like it was on fire, he licked clean the mess I made. Another water spot on his desk. Sweat stains from my ass and shoulders. Untouched wood in the middle from the strong arch in my back. Head so good I was running, crawling, whatever, and almost crawled clean off the desk. He grabbed me by the ankles and had my ass up in the air as he continued to devour me. Don't have a fucking clue how many times I came. Don't know if I'm even able to cum again.

Sensing my exhaust, he stops and puts my ass down, literally. I get up and straddle him, laying him out the on desk. I lick up all the toppings left by contact and add a few more to return the favor. I coat is dick in everything I can find and lick, suck, and slurp it all away like I'm licking a lollipop, frozen pop, popsicle, candy apple, ice cream cone.... Once I feel a good case of lockjaw setting in, I stop. I reach over to one of his desk drawers and retrieve a condom. I slide it quickly over his penis and hop on top. I squat over him and bounce slowly. I bit my bottom lip harder and harder as he smacks my ass. Each smack cause me to buck and move a little faster. My thighs begin to burn and I put them down and continue riding. I lean over to lick up some left over chocolate on his neck, and he takes this as an opportunity to thrust upwards, causing me to to let out a loud moan, porno loud. He continues to thrust forcefully into me as I beat the desk above his head. One of the few times you'll ever hear me call his real name, Chris, is when he's hitting it just right. If I knew his middle name I'd throw that in the mix too. He grabs my ass cheeks tightly and forces me down on him to meet his every thrust. I hear the grunts build up in his throat meaning the end is near and I'm so ready. I begin to stroke him from the inside with my magic muscle. He tells me to stop and I do not listen. We collapse on each other a few minutes later.

 I run upstairs to take a shower. Guess I have to walk down the street and get something to eat from the corner store...