Vitaly Mushkin - Office sex. Work and erotica

© Vitaly Mushkin, 2017

ISBN 978-5-4485-4188-9

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At the party, I danced with my chief accountant. Olga was a little older than me. Slightly full (moderately) blonde with a short haircut, she worked for my company for several months. Relations with us were normal, workers. Olga always followed my instructions, was conscientious and I liked how sometimes she blushed, discussing some delicate moments. Her sister was married to my wife’s brother (the former). From the street to take the chief accountant was not worth it, it is always a big risk. The party was just on the occasion of her sister’s birthday. Unexpectedly during the dance, Olga pressed herself against me. I was almost sober, and she does not seem to be drunk either. The situation was delicate, we could see relatives. Olga was married, and I’m almost married. Olga liked me, but I never thought of her as a woman. “What happened?” I asked. “Nothing.” In the evening, lying in bed, I remembered our relations with Olga, conversations, views. But she’s pretty. Yes, and her figure is attractive, one breast of what it costs. And how hot she pressed herself to me during the dance… I could not sleep for a long time.

The company is small, the workplace of the chief accountant is in my office, in the office of the general director. The working day was already drawing to a close, and Olga behaved as if nothing had happened yesterday. I did not sleep all night, imagining our hot erotic scenes with her. Seeing that she was already going home, I could not resist: “Olga, maybe we’ll dance?” – I could not think of anything better. – “So there is no music.” – “We are without music.” I approached her and we stood in a pose for dancing. I pressed her to me. She did not pull away. It is necessary to say something, but I do not know what. Olga was also silent. I drew her closer, kissed her on the forehead, on the cheek. Glavbukh stood with her eyes on the floor, only her blush betrayed her excitement. I kissed her on the lips, she answered. I slid my fingers under her blouse. The accountant’s skin was smooth, soft and pleasant to the touch. My fingers stroked her bare under the blouse’s back, getting close to the bra’s clasps. I unbuttoned my bra. Olga did not seem to mind. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and freed her charm from the bra. I found delightful, big, white breasts. I began to iron them and crumple, and then kiss them. Olga stood silently, pressing her hands to me. I decided to move on. He began to kiss the woman’s belly, knelt. My hands dived under the skirt and hugged her ass. Putting his thumbs under the elastic panties, I began to pull them together with pantyhose. The palms felt the coolness and elasticity of the female naked pose. “The door,” said Olga. Indeed, I forgot to close the door of the study with a key. I rushed to the door. Closing the door, I turned around. I saw an irresistible sight. The half-dressed chief accountant stood in the middle of the room. Her blouse was unbuttoned, large white breasts flew from under her. The legs of the chief accountant were fettered at the level of the knees with half-assorted panties and pantyhose. The skirt is slightly tucked up, the face is pink with excitement. It was very, very sexy. I went back to my co-worker, took my old pose and lifted her skirt. The cherished place was open and accessible. I smelled in the face of the heat of the female, naked, ready for love, groin. I began to kiss him. I began to try to penetrate the language as deeply as possible. But Olga stood as a horse-shaken (pantyhose) horse, neither backwards nor forward. My Champion has been in an excited state for a long time. Having got it through the fly, I tried to send it to the crotch of the chief accountant, hoping there would be something to catch on. But this was also an unsuccessful attempt. Especially, suddenly, at the door of the office jerked by the handle from the outside…

A few days later I put a large sofa in the study. And he asked the chief accountant to stay out of work (work on the report). Waiting until everyone left and closed the door to the key, I invited Olga to sit on the sofa. We sat down, embraced and began to kiss. This time everything went faster and smoother. I took off her blouse and bra. He kissed his chest and stomach. Then he asked her to get up and took everything else off her. After this, he sat on the sofa, parted her legs, knelt and began to caress her tongue with her crotch. Olga groaned. It was loud and unexpected. I stopped licking, she stopped, I started again, she moaned again. To introduce her champion into her treasury was so uncomfortable and I again sat down with Olya. We embraced, she began to unbutton and pull off my shirt, then pants. My hand went into her crotch. The middle finger groped for the entrance to the cave and began to push its boundaries. Soon two of my fingers entered the slot, then three. Olga moaned again. “All right, all the employees have left,” I thought, “no one will hear.” The gentle organ of the chief accountant was oozing with desire. The whole of my hand entered into it. It was very sexy, it was time to work and a member. I unbuttoned my trousers and lowered them down. The accountant considered this as an invitation and switched to oral sex. I leaned back and began to receive her affection. She worked well with her mouth. Gently, but at the same time energetic and passionate. Then came the time when I wanted to try my penis as its main sexual organ. Olya got up, threw a leg over me and sat down on my legs above my knees. She sat down so that my Champion went into her vagina accurately and dexterously. He entered so that he filled her whole inside. Stalled so that it seemed as if He and She were specially created for each other. And the chief accountant jumped on me. And she moaned. She moaned so that it seemed to me as if she had lost consciousness and was doing it in a dream. Olga’s eyes rolled, and heavy breathing and groans flew out of her mouth in time with the movements. Oonya’s moan went into a scream and we both jumped in convulsions. “Next time you need towels”…

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