After Party
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He stuck his hand beneath her arse and caressed her pussy. Then pulling out his hand, he brought it to his face.
“You’re wet,” he muttered, his cock leaping against the redhead’s arse. “You like to be punished, don’t you?”
Ms Brice squeaked and nodded her head, obviously too weak to speak. Elaine watched Mr O’Connor reach into his back pocket and take out a condom. He quickly opened it and slid it over his length.
“You want my dick, don’t you?” He asked, spreading the woman’s legs wider. “You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” the woman moaned, jerking backward as if trying to leap onto his cock. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.” With his hands holding the redhead’s hips, Mr O’Connor drove inside until his balls slapped the woman’s arse cheeks.
Elaine sucked her lower lip between her teeth, working her finger in and out of her pussy. The sight of him shoving his cock into that woman was too much to bear. He was so powerful. From this side-view, Elaine could see his shoulders flexing beneath his shirt and his hands gripping the woman’s hips. His jaw clenched, his body working hers fast and furious.
And then Elaine was coming, her orgasm spilling all over her fingers. She squeezed her eyes shut, listening to the screams coming from the redhead, the screams which Elaine couldn’t echo unless she wanted to draw attention to herself.
When the waves had receded, Elaine opened her eyes, amazed to see that he was still pumping. The woman was obviously on her second or third orgasm and didn’t look like she could take much more.
Finally, he came. His gorgeous dark head reared back, his eyes closed, his forehead tense. Elaine slumped forward over her desk, her hand still in her knickers. She watched him pump once, twice, three times and then fall over his partner in crime.
While she pushed her skirt back down her legs, she watched the two of them, their bodies still joined. She wanted to run into the office and climb on top to start all over again. But at the sound of the glass doors sliding open and Gloria walking toward her, her mind was quickly shaken to reality. She glanced from the oncoming lady to the screen. What did she do?
She ran her eyes along the top of the screen and saw a tiny x in the corner. A-ha. Just as the cursor hovered over it, Mr O’Connor lifted his head and looked straight at the camera. A smirk tilted his lips as if designed especially for her. She gasped, then quickly clicked the x as Gloria came to stand before her.
“Want me to get you anything from the shop?” the old lady asked her, a kind smile on her face.
Elaine shook her head. “No thanks Gloria. I’m not hungry.”
When the lady walked away, Elaine tried to figure out how to open that screen again. It was obviously some sort of webcam, though she had no idea how it had been set up on this computer or by whom.
Although, the expression on Mr O’Connor’s face as he’d stared into the camera hinted that maybe he’d set it up.
But why? Why would he do something like that?
She didn’t get a chance to think anymore about it. The door to his office opened and Mr O’Connor followed by Ms Brice stepped out. They both looked calm and businesslike. Nobody could have guessed they’d just fucked each other’s brains out only minutes before.
“Any phone calls for me, Elaine?” he asked her, his eyes meeting hers.
She swallowed and shook her head. “No sir.”
“Good. I’m taking an early lunch with Ms Brice. We have business to discuss.” Placing his hand at the small of Ms Brice’s back, Mr O’Connor led her to the door. Just as the glass doors closed behind them, his head turned back to Elaine and he winked.
Elaine stared as he walked away, then slipped her hand under her skirt and began to masturbate again.
Maybe it wasn’t such a lost cause after all.
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