Mr. Young (Seducing Mr Young) (3 page)

She gasped as
Antony sucked harder, squeezing her breasts firmly. With his strong
hands, he lifted the young woman onto the large oak desk, sitting
her onto it, freeing her hands. She felt her way down his sculpted
chest, undid the thick leather belt and dropped it to the floor.
She popped open his buttons and dropped the zip quickly, revealing
a large and impressive erection straining against dark designer
underwear. But she did not release it yet – instead, she teasingly
undid his shirt and tie, pushing the cotton off his shoulders to
take in his gym-honed body – the body of a billionaire that she was
just so desperate to fuck.

Antony let her
run her fingernails over his chest for a moment, before taking hold
of her skirt and pulling it off in one swift movement as she raised
her hips to assist him. He rolled down her hold-ups and Connie
kicked off her own shoes. Now, the only things separating them were
two pair of underwear – one lacy, one cotton; one hiding soft
secrets, the other hard tension.

Connie gasped
with delight as Antony’s fingers stroked over her hidden sex – she
felt her labia twitch and become wet as her sex dilated, eager for
the encounter. She wriggled her hips, grinding her sex against his
hand, and feeling his confidence as he moved her underwear to one
side, brushing her sex just enough to feel how wet she was.

“Jesus, you’re
wet,” he sighed into her ear. “I’d love to get inside you.”

“I want you
to,” she said softly, loving the feel of his digits on her secret
places. She reached forwards and brushed the erect member pressing
onto her knee with her hand. Antony moaned and pushed against her
palm, and she decided enough was enough.

Connie pushed
his underwear down, releasing his erection, which sprang forth
almost menacingly. She grinned and raised her hips for Antony to
push her own knickers down – something he wasted no time in doing.
Both naked, in the centre of the brightly-lit office, against the
huge window, Connie parted her legs, revealing the true extent of
her nakedness to him.

Antony knelt
down in front of her sex and took a long, loving taste of her
folds, his tongue exploring everywhere, tasting the deliciousness
of her. Connie moaned and lay back on the desk, her sex open and
exposed as Antony’s tongue flickered softly over her clitoris –
making it swell and spasm with pleasure. She felt a spurt of
wetness as Antony inserted one sure finger swiftly inside her,
pressing up against her g-spot. She moaned as Antony’s tongue and
finger made her shudder inside, bringing her closer to the edge,
and then pushing her over it. She gasped and grabbed onto her boss’
back as she felt the waves of climax wash over her, wetting her sex
beyond anything she had imagined.

She held onto
him fiercely even as he rose from the floor, positioning himself
directly in front of her sex. As she gasped with her dying climax,
he pushed smoothly into her, without needing to withdraw.

Connie moaned
as she felt the thrill of being filled by this gorgeous man, and
she kept her eyes open in wonder as she felt every millimeter of
him glide effortlessly inside her, stretching her sex and touching
the very depths of her secret self.

“Oh my god, you
can take all of me,” he gasped from about her.

“I… I know,”
she moaned. “Oh, you feel so good!” she opened her legs wider to
feel more of his cock buried deep inside her, and clenched and
unclenched her sex, letting him feel how much she could control her
pleasure, but also how much she was enjoying it.

Her sex
dripping wetness, he began to move inside her, stroking out almost
completely before plunging deeply back inside, opening her to new
depths. As her pleasure began to mount once again, his speed and
strength increased and she hung onto his back desperately, feeling
the delicious slap of his body against hers, sprawled over the desk
so wantonly. She felt the hardness of his thrusts push against her
cervix and her sex and gasped as she felt herself on the brink of a
second climax. She held off, wanting to share it with him, and she
was not disappointed.

With a great
moan and shudder, Antony came deep inside her, plunging into her,
burying himself as deeply as he could as he filled Connie with hot
white cum. She finally relaxed, allowing her own climax to break
over them both. Her sex squeezed the pulsing cock inside her,
drawing out the final molecules of his climax and making them moan
in perfect unison and harmony.

They lay spent,
tired and satisfied on the desk for a number of minutes before
Antony pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down at the
beautiful young woman. She smiled up at him, loving the fact she
could still feel him inside her, and the fact that he even now did
not seem to be thinking of her as an office slut.

“Am I fired?”
she asked, smirking.

“What?” he
asked, a frown running over his faintly lined face. He brushed his
greying dark hair to one side and looked at her carefully. “No, of
course you’re not. Why would you be?”

“Because I just
fucked my boss,” she said matter-of-factly, clenching her sex so
Antony smiled wider and laughed slightly.

“I’m hardly
going to sack you after that,” he said. “In fact, this gives me the
perfect opportunity to ask… I was going to ask you when you came in
anyway, but now I’m sure…” he stroked her face lightly.

“What is
it?”

“Constance,” he
said, “Will you come with me to Paris?”

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