Mobile versionHello, lovely fairies, and no less lovely non-fairies, reading this conference.
And gays and lesbians, come from here, because you have your own conference .
I'll start with the traditional one.
I decided to submit another report on the fairy’s visit.
It was before the New Year. The general called and told me the good news that I had been promoted. Now I have a separate office, from which I admire our secretary Irina. A girl of rare beauty.
Sitting down in my office in the office, I realized that our office had essentially not been working for several days. For days now I have been watching flocks of female employees joyfully running from office to office. They're probably preparing a corporate party. Where is interesting. Knowing the economy of our chef, we did not count on a restaurant. Then it would be better in the assembly hall. Maybe I’ll finally be able to stick it to my secretary in my office on the table or maybe while sitting on a small sofa. Or maybe we'll rent a hotel room. I’ll lick her erect two-piece breasts, pussy and everything. Come on, at least suck. I was daydreaming. Although! For the last 3 weeks no one has met her. Chance. Maybe.
I didn't take part in these runs. I had already spoiled three office girls over these 8 years and the prospect of explanations with tipsy ex-favorites did not appeal to me at all.
I sat in my glassed-in office and studied leisure sites with a thoughtful look, not forgetting to periodically point my fingers at the calculator with a worried face, skillfully creating the illusion of hard work for those around me.
When I saw the girl’s profile, I went a little crazy: firstly, the girl’s appearance reminded me of a dark-eyed and black-haired former lover, and secondly, according to the profile, the girl lived very close to work.
Thus, a tempting opportunity opened up before me to kill three birds with one stone - to cheat on a beautiful stranger, at the same time remember my old love, and do this whole event without leaving the cash register, so to speak, i.e. without being away from work too much.
The price according to the questionnaire was a little disappointing - as much as 6 thousand rubles - but comparing it with the above advantages, I dialed the phone number.
They picked up the phone quickly. A lively female voice called skillfully, its timbre promised all the delights of paradise... I wanted to be strict, but the honey of desire was already boiling and rising from the groin upward, squeezing out the remains of my brains. “Please tell me, Rita,” I asked, “are your boobs real or sewn on?” But the unambiguous threatening crack of the fly threads and buttons ready to fly off told me, “Well, let’s go quickly.”
“But come and see,” the lady answered, “how cunning you are, it won’t be interesting if you find out everything right away... " If there was at least as much blood in the brain as in at least one cavernous body, I, of course, would reconsider my plans for the visit. In addition, the prospect of having to make several extra stops during rush hour should have been alarming. But, like any walker, I was already firm. And in some places it’s simply incredible.
Throwing to the secretary, who gave him a hazy, voluptuous look: “I’ll be at the negotiations at Mezhregionneftgazalmaz by the end of the day.”
I caught a sarcastic note of understanding in her eyes. Having stopped holding his coat at his groin with his hands because there was no need to hide anything, he walked with him to the elevator. Some colleagues, who were already moving with unsteady steps along the corridor at that moment, applauded, thinking that I was rehearsing a speech for a New Year’s corporate party, in which I traditionally performed in the image of David Copperfield.
There were two virgins in a two-room apartment. Aimed at Rita, somehow I didn’t even remember the second one. And Rita appeared before me in all her glory. She was wearing a training suit (but not a fucking Adidas suit, sewn by illegal Vietnamese in the vast expanses of Russia, but some kind of glamorous one, with embroidery and rhinestones) that favorably emphasized her slender figure, disproportionately long legs and beautiful breasts.
The young, very fresh face compared favorably with the photo in the profile. Even a slightly pinocchio mouth did not spoil the overall impression. And imagining how these lips first closed, and then, gently clasping them, crawled down to the groin, I heard the click of the last button that bounced off and, feeling a powerful blow to the head, lost my sense of reality.
For the first hour, we spent a long time changing the girl’s poses to comfortable unfolded sofa. Having appreciated the ideal, slender, well-groomed legs, I abandoned traditional stockings.
I kissed her almost all over, and the initial chill of mistrust soon evaporated, giving way to mutual interest. The Walter test was passed almost in the first seconds, and the massage performed by me on the toes of a narrow, well-groomed foot led to the fact that, initially dry, in communication and in general, the girl, lying on her back, half leaning on her elbows, first became jerking her feet away with each touch, and then, exhaling “Damn!”, fell on her back and reached her hand to her crotch. Not allowing sacrilege, he managed to pull on the prez himself and plunged his device into the hot and wet vagina.
The end of the first hour passed in a position where Rita, standing on her knees, leaned her chest on the back of the sofa.
Extended my stay. Rita performed MBR, began to lick the balls and slide her tongue along the head of the penis, stopping at the very frenulum. Several times she tried to get a condom from under the pillow, but I gently and persistently removed her hands. “Well, it’s so wrong!” said Rita. “Exactly,” I agreed and felt how, once above the frenulum, Ritin’s tongue licked the entire head and gave way to his lips. We ended the second hour on our side at an explosive pace, clinging to the wet Rita’s back.
In the kitchen, over a cup of farewell coffee, I handed Rita 12 thousand. rubles for a two-hour stay, wondering whether it was worth paying extra for an ICBM, which, if you look at it, he, in general, did not ask for. Rita's reaction was strange. “Why so much? Take back at least a thousand...” she suddenly said. “Come on... it’s not worth it,” I was embarrassed, not understanding what was happening.
I returned to the office strictly at the end of the working day.
Throwing his coat onto the sofa, which he carried in his hands all the way from the elevator to the office under the approving and understanding gaze of his secretary, he tiredly plopped down in a chair and turned on the monitor. On the website, Rita under the same phone number was Sonya and cost only 4,000 rubles per hour. This is how they cheat our brother.
I waved my hand to the secretary and ordered " Sugar free coffee".
Taking a sip of the aromatic drink, I suddenly thought about the overpaid 2000 rubles, silicone tits, but then - about the lips, without asking and without an elastic band, sliding up and down, and whispering with a grin - “deserved”, I felt the tremors below a new wave of interest in life began to emerge.
Looking around the office from the glass-enclosed office, I noticed how a young but promising employee from the labor motivation department, who had already been well received by the evening, caught my gaze and boldly stared back.
“Ask Ivanov from the motivation department to come in,” he said to the secretary over the intercom and got up to lower the blinds. But this, as they say, is a completely different story.
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