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“Licking you…like that,” she says slowly, “here, under your desk, in your office?It’s very naughty.We shouldn’t be doing this?—”
I plunge my cock into her pussy.She cries out in a moan and I clamp my hand over her mouth.
“Shh, little one.Don’t be too loud or someone will come investigate what’s going on in here.”
When I let go of her mouth, she nods and whispers, “Sorry, Daddy.”
“It’s okay.You’re doing great.”I ease out of her before sliding back in again, the glide effortless because she’s so wet.
I reach around her and fondle her tits, but I’m unable to get a good grip on her nipples through her bra and shirt.Continuing the strokes in and out of her pussy, I shove my hand up her shirt and yank down one of the cups of her bra.Her tight little nipple is hard between my fingers, and I give it a good pinch.Ella gasps, but she doesn’t cry out this time.
“Good girl,” I whisper.“You feel so good like this.I know it’s wrong, taking you here in my office, but it’s too right.You’ve been so obedient, you should get a reward.”
“Mmm,” she says.
“Would you like to come?”
Her pussy tightens on me rhythmically.“Yes, Daddy.”
“Play with your tits, sweetheart.”
She reaches up to take over for me, and I bring my hand down to the front of her cunt, slipping my fingers over her clit in time with my strokes.
“You can come whenever you’re ready,” I say in her ear, sucking on her lobe while I continue to fuck her.I hope she comes soon, because I’m about ready to fucking blow.
“Daddy,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, little one?Are you close?”
“Yes, so close—fuck—there, yes?—”
She covers her mouth with her own hand, muffling her cry of pleasure.The pulsing of her pussy as she comes is too much, and my orgasm hits me with a vengeance, gathering in my balls and exploding outward, filling her with my come.
I hold tight to her hips, pumping through her aftershocks, easing her down.Once we’re both still, I gently pull out of her and grab some tissues from the box in one of my desk drawers.I wipe us both down, then bend to pick up her pants and panties, and get her dressed again.She straightens her shirt and bra, turning around to face me while I’m tucking my cock back into my pants.
“So that was amazing,” she says.“Too bad I had to have an existential-slash-career crisis to make it happen.”
“You can come visit me at work anytime,” I say, kissing her.“And crises aren’t required.”
FIVE
Ella
The next day, I still haven’t made up my mind entirely on the question of whether or not to quit my job at Maids in Heaven.It’s on my mind as I work at Dorado Terrace, though, cleaning the halls and wondering if my time really would be better spent working on my art.
During a break, I call Melinda, the owner.
“Ella, hello,” she says, her rich voice warm and comforting.
“Hi, Melinda.”Words catch in my throat.Suddenly, I can’t remember how to talk.
“Is everything all right?”she asks quickly.“You’re at Dorado Terrace, correct?Did something happen?”
“No, not at all,” I say, taking a deep breath.“Sorry to scare you.”
“Not a problem,” she says.
Before things can get even more awkward, I blurt out, “If I wanted to quit, what would happen if…if everything failed.Would you hire me back?”
