Special techniques in workplace administration - Sex Stories

Special techniques in workplace administration

... room 1527. Meet me there at noon. Best way is...there’s lots of student traffic then in the lobby, so no one will pay attention to you. Go to the wing with my office and take the maintenance elevator from there.” The sense of adventure was very exciting, and she smiled at my throbbing tent pole. “Good!” She kissed me and let me get on with my work. At noon I did as she said and soon found myself in a small student room with an unmade bed, a desk and chair, a small table, and a chest of drawers, and Maro standing there waiting for me. She kissed me and went to the closet to pull out a sleeping bag that she spread on the mattress. We quickly undressed and she said, “As I said, your performance has been exemplary, so today’s the finishing ceremony.” We fell into a 69 and soon drained each other twice. She pushed me on my back and satisfied herself on me four times, then pulled me on top of her and whispered sweet things to me in English and Armenian as I took my pleasure inside her, twice squealing as small orgasms washed over her. When I finally let myself go and rode her hard, she ...

... quickly joined me in a deep and long orgasm, squirting onto my thighs as I squirted into her. “Do you like me?” she asked. “Yes, you know I do.” “I mean as a girlfriend.” “Yes.” “Really?” “Yes, I was afraid of scaring you away if I took it too fast.” “Well, you didn’t wait too long. I like you too, as a boyfriend. As my boyfriend. And I have news.” “Oh?” “My meeting today was a success. I’m being promoted. I won’t be your boss any more.” Suddenly I smiled, and she reached for her purse and handed me a key and a piece of paper. “It’s yours. My house. Address on the paper. If that’s not too fast for you?” she ended with a smile. “Just the right speed.” “And you don’t mind that I’m fifteen years older than you?” “Just means I’m young enough to keep up with you.” “Good. Now fuck me again, and I’ll teach you some Armenian. You really have been slacking on your lessons—you haven’t told me once how hard you’re going to fuck me, or how you’re going to flood me with come.” And starting that night and every night since, I learned how to tell her in Armenian exactly what I was doing and would do to her.