I was sitting in front of Mr Lanre but my mind was
elsewhere. I could not take my gaze off his lips, his arms and his
broad, S3@.x:’y chest. He kept his eyes steadily on me. Well, he should,
since he was interviewing me for a job. I tried to focus and answer his
questions the best I could, but damn! this man was F**.Cking hot.
He was probably in his 40’s, but he still had that
youthful look in his eyes. I can clearly see his wedding band so I know
he was married, but the more he talked to me, the hotter I got for him.
Get it together, Lola!’ I scolded myself. He could very well be my boss.
Or maybe not, because at this point, I was sure I was probably tanking
the interview.
“So in what way do you think you will contribute to Amber Magazine?”
I noticed him look at me expectantly, then I realised
he must have asked me a question. I tried to offer as good of a
response as I could, but if you asked me now, I have no clue what I
said. He seemed impressed by my answer, however, because he gave me a
nod and continued speaking. I furrowed my eyes as I watched him talk. I
gazed curiously at his neck, down his Adam’s apple and towards his chest
up until where his white shirt began. F**.Ck, what I would give to rip
off those buttons and straddle him right there in the conference room.
“Alright, I have what I need. We will give you a call
when we make a decision,” he was saying. I looked up hurriedly and
nodded. I got up to shake his hand. Perhaps, I held on to it longer than
necessary because he gave me a very curious look. Or maybe my palms
were just so sweaty from daydreaming about F**.Cking him.
It’s been two weeks since I started working at Amber
Magazine. In all these times, I hardly ever saw Mr Lanre. He was almost
always travelling or busy with meetings. The times I do see him, though,
I halted my work on my computer and looked my fill as he made his way
around the office. My N!.pplss tingled and my breath caught as I
watched him. Sometimes, he would catch me staring but mostly, he just
pretended that he did not notice.
Hell, I was even sure other colleagues noticed, but I
could not help it. At nights, I would undress, lay on the bed and
finger-F**.Ck myself while imagining him touching me. I would lick my
lips and dream about kissing him. Whenever I F**.Cked my boyfriend, I
would close my eyes as his d.!ck slid in and out of me and imagine Mr
Lanre F**.Cking me. I really had it bad.
One Thursday afternoon, I received an email from Mr
Lanre, telling me that I would be attending an event with him on Friday
night. The event which was taking place at one of the halls at The Eko
Hotels will go into the night, the mail said. It was like Christmas came
early. I left the office way before closing time so I could shop. It
was the one opportunity I had to be with him alone.
I was to cover the red carpet and get quotes from
celebs which will be used in the magazine. So, I chose my outfit
carefully. I went with a short red dress that hugged my curves and had a
daring slit on the side. The dress also showcased my B@.0bs very
sultrily. I also shopped for underwear and lingerie in the hopes that Mr
Lanre and I will eventually have our night.
It was certainly a busy evening. I was so focused on
schmoozing with the celebs that for a couple of hours, I forgot about
seducing Mr Lanre. It was fun and I even flirted a bit here and there.
The event itself was not so bad but I had to take a lot of notes for the
article I would have to write on it that I could not fully enjoy it.
Finally, at about 2am Mr Lanre found me, gave me a Key Card and room
number, then told me I could head in whenever I was ready. He also added
that he would be coming in soon.I lost all interest in all the buzz and the fun then. I hurriedly packed
my iPad and notes and headed to the room. I wanted to be ready for him.
Once I entered, I went into the shower, took a bath and chose to go for
the underwear I bought. It was blue and lacy.
My N!.pplss were extremely visible through the bra
and the thong I paired it with did a lot to flatter my ass. I heard the
knock on the door as I was just done getting ready. I covered myself
with a robe and went to open for Mr Lanre.
He also went into the shower as soon as he entered. I
took off my robe and went to lay in bed, using the duvet to cover up.
When he came out of the bathroom, I watched him go to the couch, bring
out his laptop and began to type away. I could not believe he was
actually working while I was lying here, almost N@kkd. Desperate times called for desperate measures, they say.
I closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Then I
began to toss and turn ever-so-gently that it would look like I was
doing so in my sleep. I continued doing this so the duvet would fall off
me and he can have a clear vision of my body from across the room. I
was lying on my back and I had moved so the duvet fell beneath my
bre@.$ts. I had my boob free. From the bottom of my eyelids, I noticed
Mr Lanre look up at me. His gaze lingered on my B@.0bs, then he went
back to work.
‘Hmm, that didn’t work,’ I thought to myself. So, I
continued to gently toss until the duvet reached my waist and went even
lower. When Mr Lanre was still pretending not to notice me, I unleashed
my final weapon. I turned around to my tummy so my ass was right in his
line of vision. I could hear him clear his throat. I smiled to myself as
I moved some more and began to make a moaning sound. I kept moving
gently here and there until, finally, I felt a hand on my ass.
Mr Lanre had come to join me in bed. He lay down beside me and began to palm my ass.
“Lola,” he whispered. I did not respond. It was not
until he called my name two more times that I peered up at him
‘sleepily.’ I turned around so my B@.0bs were in his face again and saw
him look down to my N!.pplss.
He was about to say something when I put my hands
around his neck and pulled him down so his face was resting between my
B@.0bs. All the teasing had gotten me so horny at this point that as
soon as his mouth covered my B@.0bs, I gave a deep moan. He licked and
nibbled at my N!.ppls through my bra, leaving a slight dampness. He then
took his mouth off to do the same to the other boob. The cool air hit
my N!.ppls and it hardened even more.
“Please, please, just F**.Ck me,” I moaned. I had played games for weeks now, I was done.
He took off the trousers he was wearing and came to
lie atop me. I hurriedly took down my panties and wrapped my hands and
legs around him as his C@.ck entered me.
“Yes….yes, F**.Ck me harder, please,” I said.
He slid his C@.ck inside me deeper and began to
F**.Ck me even harder. We both began panting and moaning as we F**.Cked
in the stillness of the night. He put his head down to take my N!.ppls
in his mouth again, flicked his tongue on it and I felt my Pu.$$y
tightened around him. I came harder than I had ever cum before. He held
me through my org@.$m, until finally, after a few thrusts, he found his
own.
The next morning, I got out of bed and began packing up our things. I was parading the room N@kkd and satisfied while he slept. I just finished packing his laptop when I heard him call to me.
“Lola, this cannot happen again,” he said groggily. His eyes betrayed his words as they looked my N@kkd body over.
I turned around to smile at him while walking slowly towards where he lay.
“What cannot happen, Mr Lanre?”
The closer I got to him, the faster he breathed. I slowly made my way to sit on top of his N@kkd body.
“We cannot keep F**.Cking. I am your boss,” he said while trying to pretend that he was not looking at my B@.0bs.
I smiled at him. “We cannot?”
“We cannot!” he replied.
“I think we can,” I said, as I moved up a little and slid his C@.ck into me.
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