Suite 220 - The CEO's Obsession

Sofia Unable to waste any more time on conjecture, I leave the bathroom and head for the President's office. I feel the curious stares of the other employees following my every step. So I keep my posture upright and concentrate on not overbalancing in my heels, which aren't even that high. The thing is, I suddenly seem to have forgotten how to walk like a normal person. I still feel a bit out of place. Even after three months in the job, I haven't managed to make a friend. Perhaps it's because of my reserved, slightly shy manner. I have a few friendly, attentive colleagues who help me with whatever I need in this period of adaptation, but that's about it. When I got to the President's office, I didn't know how my legs were still holding me up.“Miss Shaffer,” the secretary hastens to stand up and open the door for me, indicating that I should enter, “Mr. Reeves will be back soon to speak to you. Like a robot, I enter the sumptuous room, but I'm so nervous that I can't appreciate

I can't help but smile a little. Those are the kisses I've always dreamed of! His silky tongue invades my mouth, exploring. It demands mine, sucking, again and again and again. With his arm still around my waist, he easily lifts my feet off the ground and carries me into the bedroom, straight to the bed, laying me on the sheets, never separating his body from mine, his mouth from mine. Suddenly, he abruptly pulls away, separates my legs and kneels between them. Then he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with sudden gestures. Raising my shapely legs, he finishes undressing the tiny garment, discarding it quickly, and then separates my knees again, his head sinking between them. Before his mouth even touches my sex, I gasp again. When his tongue slides over my clitoris, I think I might faint. My hands clutch the sheet, my head hangs back, my jaw clenched, as I feel him suck me, tasting me masterfully. Brandon brushes my flesh, sucks gently, while grun

I get out of the way of the cars just in time to catch a glimpse of him passing me in his latest year of gray Mercedes. Even though the car is moving, he stares at me through the open window ardently, then leaves the parking lot and reaches the street, speeding away in that beauty of a machine. I can't help but sigh. And it was only then that I remembered to look around and make sure no one had caught us. Luckily, apart from the gloom that already dominates the place, there are no people close enough to recognize us. I resume my walk, realizing that I've certainly missed the bus. However, I'm smiling, folding my hands behind my back and noticing that I don't really care. It was for a good cause. An excellent case, in fact. I have two options: wait for the next one, which will come in an hour, or walk home. It'll be about a 40-minute walk. But I feel refreshed and decide not to wait for the bus. I know it must seem like I'm not in the best of moods, with that silly smile on my face

I remove my hand from between her legs, spit on my fingers, and part the silky lips of her vagina. I plunge a finger in, deep, and twist it. She lets out a loud exclamation. Fuck, I love that sound! " Do you like that, Sofia? She shakes her head, her hair falling around her face: " Do you want more? Biting her lip again, she nods affirmatively. I add another finger to the other and thrust deep again. She stands on her tiptoes, her hands wrapped even tighter around my shoulders. I thrust in again and their legs shake. I wrap my arms around her hips, holding her in place, and dig my teeth into her waist as I thrust again and again, rotating my fingers again and again:" Jesus Christ! You're dripping, Sofia! " Brandon! " is her moan of agony. " I can't take it anymore! " Then come for me! Let it come, Sofia! I feel her sex tighten around my fingers, and she moans loudly, shuddering violently. I smile. I suspect she's never come so hard before. And I like the idea that it happene

When he made his entrance on Monday, I kept my head down during his journey. There are two reasons for this. Firstly, the fear of once again being thoroughly ignored. Secondly, because the memory of having practically accused him of treating me like a call-girl came back to me. I waited for him to pass by, waited for them to start settling down, and did the same. I had often found myself distracted, admiring him. Just like that moment. As soon as I was sure I was in his office, I took the chance to look at him. As always, impeccable. Today's three-piece suit is dark, matching his beard and hair. He emanates an aura of power. Power that he uses when he fucks me… used to. I correct myself. The thought makes me uneasy and, swallowing hard, I turn my attention back to my work. I know it will take a lot of effort to concentrate, but I'll have to be strong. Now I'll just be left with the memories of what we did together. It's a fact that Brandon Reeves won't be looking for me anymore bec