Story: Angela_(3)

As a consultant for a few weeks, I was hired to finish up some contracts at my former company. I had a reputation for being someone who knew how to get things done, and I took pride in my work. But what I didn’t expect was to be working under the watchful eye of the company’s HR administrator, Angela.

Angela was a stunning woman with a bronze-colored complexion, long black hair, and piercing dark eyes. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, and her body was a work of art. She was confident, yet humble, and I couldn’t help but notice the way she carried herself with poise and elegance.

“You’re an absolute knockout,” I said to her one day, trying to break the ice. “People can’t stop staring at you, and they know you’re the HR admin. They’re deathly afraid of you.” She smiled, and I could see the tension in her shoulders ease.

“I guess I should be flattered,” she said, “but I’m just not. I’m horny, and I need to get it out of my system.” I was taken aback, but I played it cool. “Maybe you should look elsewhere,” I suggested. Little did I know, I was about to become her focus.

Lunch was called off due to the rain, but Angela asked me if I was free to grab a meal. I agreed, and we headed to the Longhorns. As we sat down, the office called to say everyone was going home early. Angela was disappointed, but I was too.

We had a couple of beers and talked about our jobs. I couldn’t help but think about who she might be interested in, but she just smiled and said she was looking for someone to talk to. As we rolled back to the office, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing.

About an hour later, she came in with some personnel files for me to review. I noticed her blouse was open a little more than it was before, and I couldn’t help but sneak a peek. Her bra was gone, and her dark areolas were waving at me through her loose tan blouse. Her smile was more pronounced, and her perfume was intoxicating.

She came around to my side of the desk and started to rub her firm tits on my shoulder. My dick was already stirring, and I turned my chair towards her. She straddled my lamp and planted a deep kiss on me. I was taken aback, but I couldn’t deny the attraction between us.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said, pulling her blouse off. “I wanted to fuck someone at work, and I wanted it to be you.” She leaned in close, her hot breath on my skin. “Now that you’re no longer an employee or manager, I’m not worried about anything except your wife.”

I was about to respond when she started to grind into my lap. I felt a speed bump, and I knew I was in trouble. She pulled her skirt off and sat on my desk, where I dove straight into her juicy wet pussy. She came almost immediately, and I continued to lap on her clit and finger her soaking wet pussy.

“Please, cum inside me,” she begged, her voice almost animalistic. I mounted her and grabbed her thighs, pulling her in close. I drove my thick dick into her as hard as I could, pounding her across the desk and pulling her back again. She was fantastic, and I couldn’t get enough of her.

We rode the wave of pleasure together, her screams of ecstasy filling the room. As I came, she sucked every last drop of my cum from my dick and rubbed her pussy with a smile that only a satisfied woman understands. Her smile was now even more beautiful, with a hint of devilishness to it.

“We must do that again,” she said, as we left the building, forgetting about the paperwork that needed to be done. I couldn’t agree more.