A Shy Intern Seeks Approval [MF] (LONG)

I have been pretty stressed out lately. I recently took over the managerial position at my office, which entails quite a bit of extra work, from running the day to day operations to managing the overall staffing of our relatively small tech consulting firm. But, while this promotion came with a modest raise and my own office, I have been pretty worried lately that my newfound stresses outweigh the benefits. The last manager, Josh, left abruptly after finding a better opportunity across town, and while I’m hoping to someday follow his lead, for now I am here to keep this place afloat. Even though I miss him, Josh didn’t exactly leave us standing steady on our own two feet. For example, one of the last programs Josh instituted before his departure was a seasonal internship, to be filled seasonally in order to help us keep the odd jobs that periodically crop up around the shop under control. Unfortunately, in his haste to leave, Josh filled the position immediately after announcing his departure, and he did so without much of what you would call due diligence. The intern he selected was a very young, and very attractive girl named Summer.

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Summer was a unique employee. She didn’t produce particularly phenomenal work when completing the tasks assigned to her but, she was very eager and she did everything asked of her without question. Summer carried around with her an air that lent the suggestion that she knew she could do better, but that she could just never find it within herself to muster up just how exactly to do so. All that being said, she did have an honest personality that resonated good will even if she wasn’t always up to the task at hand. Just the same, she did work all around the office, and she often found herself delegated back up to me in the office to keep her occupied. As such, we worked closely together for most of the year and I often found myself relying on Summer to take care of loose ends for me as I attempted to get a handle on my new position in the company. I cannot say, however, that I always treated her fairly.

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Summer knew that I was stressed out. I had unnecessarily snapped at her in the past over some slight infraction or menial oversight, but she always responded positively, seeking to please. Summer had repeatedly offered to take on other projects around the office in a transparent though thoroughly endearing attempt to earn my praise as her supervisor, despite the occasional rebuff from my end when something when awry. These circumstances along with my continual distraction with everyday stressors is what prevented me from investing a fair amount of time into teaching her. Furthermore, when the stresses of the office began to weigh me down, Summer would go out of her way to try and cheer me up by bringing me coffee, or otherwise attempting to buoy my moods. Unfortunately, over time, work seemed to damper Summer’s usual bubbly nature and she gradually shifted to adopt a more somber and beaten nature.

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I will tell you though that for everything Summer might have lacked in her work performance, she made up for with her presence around the office. Summer was delightfully short, just barely over 5 feet tall, though she always seemed a touch taller because the wide variety of tasteful heels that she wore lent the impression of increased height. Her shoulder length blonde hair was nearly always pulled taut into a neat pony-tail that would cascade into a river of perfumed and curling locks. Her blonde bangs framed a beautiful face with a small nose, full pink lips, and a pair of oversized and thick rimmed glasses that surrounded very kind and exquisite blue eyes. Summer’s tight frame was accentuated by a spectacular pair of generously ample tits that were never quite visible beneath her blouses, except for the occasional suggestion of a lace brassiere. Her slender waist gave way to a firm and tight ass that seemed suspended against all odds atop a pair of toned and magnificent legs. Summer also had a penchant for lace tights, sometimes patterned, sometimes not, that rose from her ever-present high-heels to end somewhere beneath a tight and fitting skirt. She was a vision.

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I spotted her running one morning, along the main street between our office and the neighborhood where I knew she lived. She was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a purple sports bra, stopped at the corner, bent over and heaving under heavy breath, hands on her knees. She stood as I drove past, back straight, breasts pushed outward, hair swinging gently behind her. Though she didn’t always seem to understand the extent of her beauty, never mind the effect it had on those around her, Summer did know how to dress attractively, but sometimes with an apparent aim toward understated modesty. Though she was obviously beautiful, the nature of our acquaintance and our contrasting roles in the office prevented me from ever really considering Summer as anything other than an employee.

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So it was that one day after finishing yet another stressful and confrontational call with a dissatisfied client I heard a light rap on my office door. It was already well past 5:00, but I heard the door creak open and Summer’s light voice ask, “Everything okay?”

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I responded gruffly, not noticing Summer standing before me, still distracted by the mess of papers on my desk. She continued, “Are you sure you’re okay? That call sounded kinda rough.”

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“Go home Summer. It’s getting late and you shouldn’t be here worrying about me and my problems,” I responded, exasperated.

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She hesitated at the door and blurted the words, “I wish there was more that I could do to help you. You are always so stressed.”

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It was now that I really saw this gorgeous woman standing in my office, heels together and arms straight down to her side, hands balled in soft fists. She wore a white sleeveless satin blouse that concealed the suggestion of a lacy strap on her shoulder sneaking out from underneath the garment. The blouse was tucked into a short and flowing fluted black skirt that descended almost halfway down her legs, covering the tops of her lightly patterned tights. She looked down and to her side, again disappointed in my attitude toward her, and wearing an expression of unfulfilled approval.

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She looked up at me from across the room and she saw me stumble on my words as I apologized to her, humbled momentarily by her beauty. “I’m sorry, Summer. You… you have been doing a great job. I’m just struggling with this nightmare.”

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“I know you are,” she said, her hands down and folded together in front of her now, her one shoe burrowing and pivoting on its toe behind her. As she looked up she saw me still stunned at the sight of her, standing in the golden afternoon light that slipped through the blinds of the window and landed on her delicate skin. She shyly crept across the office, eyes cast down and smiling, stopping inches from me with her hands pursed together against her chest and her feet crossed.

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With a squeak she suggested, “I think I can help you, if you want…” The moment hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity. She inched closer gently, almost imperceptibly, and seemed to be bracing for another curt dismissal when I stuttered with astonishment. I looked down upon the vision of a stunning woman gazing back up at me with expectant eyes and managed to respond weakly, “I guess, I mean…”

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Now she took a step toward me and placed her hands flat against my chest, and looking up at me with her sky blue eyes she bit her lower lip. I could feel her flowery perfume surround me as she stared up longingly. A stray curl of golden hair crossed the frame the glasses resting on her pinkened and youthful cheeks, glowing and supple in the evening’s sunlight cast upon her face. Broken by her girlish seduction, I relented and pushed the lock of hair from her eyes. Now, she blinked and smiled broadly, then looking down in apparent satisfaction at our new circumstances. As she stepped slightly forward, nearer to me, I placed my arm into the small of her back, pulled her off-balance and pressed her body into mine. She whispered with palpable relief, “Oh, I’d hoped so,” as she pressed her breasts against my chest, looking up into my eyes. Summer turned her attention down to the top button of her white satin top, and as her delicate fingers released the button from its hole she remarked liltingly, “But, you’re the boss and I’m just here help you.”

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I grasped her across her hips and we turned. I pressed her back against the edge of my desk, overtaken and startled with myself by my sudden reaction. Her ass just barely crested the desk’s edge as she stumbled back on her black heels. I watched as she finished undoing her blouse, and as she finished, the silky shirt lay open and beneath were exposed her pert breasts still clad in a delicate and thin white lace bra. A small pink bow rested in the center between two lace cups through which could be seen large, soft, pink nipples, not yet teased tight. The flesh of her breasts strained against the top of the bra as I cupped her springy tits in my hands, her hands now lightly tugging at my tucked in shirt. Her hands slid up my chest under my shirt and then down my back. I slid my fingers into her hair beneath the tightly held ponytail of blonde curls and pulled her mouth to mine. She kissed deeply, with swirling tongue and playful biting. Light and careless moans of excitement seemed to escape from her without her notice. Then, she broke from the kiss and looked back at me playfully. She seemed to have a plan now, as if she had thought her way past this point before. Her eyes cast downward to follow the work her small and soft hands set to do as they worked to release my belt.

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“I have a lot to learn about working here,” she cooed as she threw the belt open and undid my zipper, “but maybe now I can get you to spend some time working with me”. Her hand pressed and rubbed my growing bulge as she looked back up at me. Her hand slowly reached deeper into my pants and she cupped my balls as she pressed her breasts into my chest and craned her neck up towards me and asked, “Will you teach me?”

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At a total loss for words, I could only respond by pulling her in for another deep and sensual kiss. Our hands caressed and explored each-others bodies, our tongues danced and tasted each-other, our breathing deepened and became heavy. Now, Summer broke our embrace and stepped back. Wordlessly she shed the unbuttoned blouse to the floor from her bare and elegant shoulders. She looked me up and down and then crossed her hands across her chest, pressing her breasts closer together and threatening to explode them from their lacy confines. She playfully pointed one finger at the corner of her mouth, and wondered aloud, “What should my first lesson be?”

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Acting on instinct, I reached down and released my fully erect phallus from beneath my underwear and stood expectantly. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open with a large smile of delight as my cock sprang into view. She stepped forward toward me and grasped my cock with both hands lowering herself to her knees inspecting my manhood, still clasping my penis and stroking it gently. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this,” she whispered, almost to herself.

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As she released my dick, she placed her hands flat on the ground in front of her and sat on her knees before my twitching penis. I slipped my fingers beneath the hair at the back of her head and with my other hand I gently tapped her cheek with my stiffened manhood. Her expression changed to one of expectation as I dragged my member across her soft cheeks and lips, her eyes peeked up at me as she parted her lips placed small kisses at the base of my glans. The delightfully gentle caresses of her pursed lips against my shaft stirred a pressure in me that required action. A coy look of apprehension and unfulfilled but pending delight passed her face as I gripped her chin and lightly squeezed her mouth open. Now, together, I moved my shaft toward her face as she eagerly enveloped me, producing a muffled moan of sated desire from her cock-filled mouth. Her hands reached behind me and tugged at my already loosened belt as she held the tip of my cock in her mouth and swirled her delicate tongue around its tip and base. Sensing my desire for more as I gently pressed my dick forward into her, she cocked her head and slowly thrust her throat onto the entirety of my swollen dick over and over again. I felt the depth of her mouth warmly glide over my shaft as her hands pulled on the back of my thighs. I could scarcely imagine a more erotic sight than her blinking blue eyes gazing upwards at my pained and pleasurable expressions, as she plunged her mouth over me and danced her tongue along my length. Here, now, her eyes looked up longingly, as if begging for forgiveness, as she deeply and completely consumed my throbbing penis, holding it in her throat for as long as she could stand. A low and sensuous moan filled the air as she slowly drew herself from me. As she released herself from my swell, she caught her breath and cleaned her lip with a stroke of her finger.

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Oh, those eyes. Her innocent gaze seemed to stop time as those seas of azure blue blinked and rose toward me, finding her feet again in front of me. I found myself questioning reality as this delicate expression of female beauty stood before me again. What unreal chain of events unfolded themselves to conspire to transform this otherwise seemingly meek and gentle girl into a desirous and sensual woman?

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Enough questions. I lifted Summer by the waist and dropped her sitting on the edge of the desk in front of me. A light squeal of delight was followed be a series of girlish giggles as I pressed her breasts up and out of the confines of her bra. Her soft and conical nipples hardened under the attention of my tongue and teeth. She looked down upon my attentions, chin to chest as I suckled and teased each breast in turn. My kisses climbed Summer’s now craning neck as she reached behind her back and unclasped her girlish white, bow frocked bra. Her tits sank and sprang outward, quivering into their natural position, the slightest movement of her back propagating into a delightful jiggle in her nipples. Summer placed her straight arms over my shoulders and gently rocked her chest, shaking her incredible tits in front of me, asking, “Do you like them?”

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Without a word, I pushed Summer to her back across my cluttered desk and watched her breasts flatten and shake delightfully. Her golden pony tail laid scattered across the desk above her as she raised her hand to her mouth and began to lightly bite her fingernail. Summer drew her knees up, and as she did I pressed her stocking-clad thighs to her chest and for the first time saw the exposed porcelain skin of Summer’s behind, previously hidden behind that short and tantalizing black skirt. As Summer lay supine on my desk, knees drawn to her breast, I could sense her anticipation as I caressed her cheeks between the laced stocking top and a pair of simple white panties, again hemmed with small pink bows across the upper band. As I slid my fingers between the hem of her panties and the cheek of her ass, Summer very slightly parted her legs as she slid her free hand down her belly and inside the upper hem behind the ring of pink bows. Her heel-clad ankle found purchase on my shoulder as I examined the wet softness in the center of her damp cotton underwear. As I peeled the soft cotton to the side I found a glistening patch of wetness crowned by a very dainty and well maintained tuft of pubic hair. Summer now seemed to unconsciously shift her hips toward the edge of my desk as she further spread her legs to allow for my continued exploration. A light giggle erupted from Summer as I straightened her legs upwards and peeled the delicate white panties from her and lifted them up and over her black high-heels. As I again split her legs, a plaintiff and beckoning moan rose from Summer when she felt my kisses descend her inner thigh toward the sweet secret she had hidden below. As I approached, ever closer, I felt Summer’s fingers begin to urge my head deeper toward her treasure, until I finally planted a soft kiss at the apex of her gathering folds. Now Summer’s legs laid fully open and her hands caressed her entire body, moving from her pubic mound, up to a pinch of her nipple, before again moving to guide my head deeper into her ever-wettening vagina. As my tongue split her folds and explored the many creases of her pussy, my fingers began to probe and split her labia. More and more I tested the tight depths of her vagina with my fingers as my lips and tongue began to stir and swirl nearer and nearer to Summer’s hardening and longing clit. Summer writhed in ecstasy on the edge of my desk as I tongued and fingered her luscious cunt until her heaving and reddened chest arched upward and she released a squeal of delight that shuddered through her body and careened from a high pitch to a low groan.

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Summer sat up from the edge of the desk and straightened her disheveled skirt, pulling it down and flattening it with her hands. She seemed disoriented as she caught her breath and fiddled with her pony tail. “That,” she uttered. “I’m not sure I deserved all that.” As I caught my breath, Summer stood and turned, facing away from me. I saw her naked back arched and erect, and as she looked back at me with her lips slightly parted she cast a doe-eyed glance over her shoulder, and her now slightly mussed pony tail flipped across her back. Summer leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the desk, still looking back but now with a more pleading expression. As I stepped forward, Summer arched her back downward and craned her neck upwards, presenting her now naked ass underneath the pleats of her still intact black dress. Her toned cheeks curved up and hovered over the high fringe of her lacy leggings and exposed the slit of her quivering quim, peeking out between her slightly spread legs.

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Before I have a chance to step forward and take control of her hips, Summer pleaded with me, “Am I helping you now?” Somewhat taken aback, I hesitated, “Yes, Summer, I feel better.” Summer slightly swayed her hips at me and as she did so the fringe of her dress swayed back and forth.
“I am so sorry that I haven’t been as helpful as you would like. I can do better. Please. Please make me into a good girl,” she cooed over her shoulder at me.

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Now I knew how to proceed. I walked up immediately behind Summer and lifted the black dress up over her hips, exposing her naked, wet, reddened pussy. Her lace stockings still clung to her legs and her ass swayed back and forth ever so gently in front of me. Summer was beckoning me to finally mete out the punishment that she felt she deserved. I slapped Summer’s firm cheek loudly and clutched the meat tightly in my hand as her head snapped back startled, her pony tail bouncing in kind. As I inched forward, I slapped her ass again, a red patch appearing on her cheek. Her ass shook gently as Summer let out a high peep. Another step closer and now as my cock is brushing against her longing pussy I deliver one more hearty slap to this magnificent ass. I clutch her cheek tightly and place the head of my cock against the wet folds of Summer’s delicious hole. I can feel Summer buzzing with the anticipation of my penetration as I reach forward and take a handful of her bountiful golden ponytail. As I pull her hair back, I plunge deeply into her tight snatch, stretching and thrusting deep into her glorious tightness. Her firm tits shudder rhythmically as I pound myself deeper and deeper into her. Summer is rapt now, moaning and giggling as I pull her hair back harder with each thrust, my other hand finding its way to her delicate and thin throat to help force her pussy more fully onto my throbbing cock. As the thrusting forces me deeper and deeper into her, Summer eventually collapses forward onto the desk, her tits pressed against the scattered papers as she submits her body to me, bouncing in time to the thrusts of my cock into her dripping pussy.

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I pulled my stiffness from her and without releasing my grip on her hair I pulled Summer to a standing position which she found unsteady, seeking balance on her black velvet heels after the fervent fucking she had just received. As she lightly stumbled she corrected her glasses and let out a light sigh. Now before she finished composing herself, I pressed Summer to her knees again and dropped my cock across her face, draping its length across the bridge of her glasses and brushing my sack across her lips. As I lifted myself from her face, I see Summer’s bright blinking eyes begging me to force myself into her mouth that now hung open wide, tongue draped childishly over her lower lip. As I set the tip of my penis on the shelf of Summer’s enticing tongue, her mouth continued to hang open while she gently shimmied on her knees toward me, still blinking up with anticipation. I steady her head with the fingers of both hands and delivered my cock into the back of her throat watching her eyes roll slightly back. Slowly but sternly I repeatedly cycle my shaft into and out of the depths of Summer’s beckoning mouth. Her eyes tearing slightly, Summer seemed intent on witnessing every moment and each of my passing expressions as I thoroughly invest myself into fucking her face. Over and over I pressed my glans against Summer’s delicate tonsils feeling the base of my length glide across the delightfully smooth track of Summer’s tongue. Her blinking blue eyes gazed up at me, pleading for more and radiating a desire to express complete devotion to the sexual act to which she had committed herself. Finally, with one hand I snatched a handful of Summer’s bright yellow mane, and with my other hand pulled the base of her head forward to force myself as deep as possible beyond Summer’s sumptuous and supple lips. I could feel her choke and gag on my tip as I remain, pausing deep within in her throat, lingering as I weaken slightly from the pleasure climbing my spine. When I released Summer from my hold, she pulled her mouth from my cock and composed herself as my knob lightly bounces off her wet pink lips, subtle streaks of running mascara descending her rosy cheeks behind the frame of her glasses.

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Summer stumbled to her feet and backed her ass back up to the edge of my desk. Her usually composed and delicate pony tail was now slightly haggard and loose as this handle of hair had been repeatedly employed to guide Summer through this encounter. As she quickly tightened the tie of her hair with a few curt tugs, one long and curled lock fell down beside her face. Summer’s breasts swayed and pressed against themselves as she moved her arms and positioned her body. These pert tits hung smartly and round atop her dainty torso and framed a patch of flushed skin across the top her chest, belying the depths of pleasure she had already visited. As she wriggled her cheeks up over the edge of the desk, Summer pleaded with me. “Oh, please fuck me. Fuck me so hard. I’ve been so bad.” Before she settled herself, I pushed her back flat onto the desk and pulled her hips forward so that her cheeks hung slightly over the edge. I grabbed Summer’s ankles and forced her straight legs back, pressing her lace adorned knees into her supple and luscious tits, raising her heels high into the air. Summer crossed her arms behind her knees and held them to her chest, exposing her dripping velvet gash in a seam of delight ready to be defiled again. Unable to contain myself, I provide Summer with one forceful lick of my tongue that began near her puckering asshole and terminated with a swirling suckle at the home of her engorged clit.

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Breathlessly, she moaned, “Fuck me.”

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I placed my shaft atop her glistening peach and pulled it down across her clit until I felt my knob gently come to rest in the soft gateway of her thin canal. I grasped her thighs on either side, pressing her legs together and pulling her toward me as I plunged myself deeply into her tightly squeezed gash. Summer began an almost guttural moan that bounced in time with the rhythmic pounding of this carnal fucking. The relentless thrusting slid Summer across the loose papers covering my desk, forcing her to release her legs from the embrace that had held them to her breast and move her hands to the edge of the desk. Her fingertips turned white under her manicured nails as she gripped the edge of the tabletop, bracing herself against my assault. Her velvet heels flapped over my shoulders atop the taut lace-clad legs bent slightly at the knee pressing sternly against my biceps. I watched, hypnotized as her buoyant tits quivered, shuffling up and down her chest, beautifully pert and protruding from her ribs. Her nipples had softened, just slightly, leaving a pyramid of delicate red flesh pointing slightly outward that snapped and rotated as her body ground against mine. The sweet cream of Summer’s pink hole drenched me as the thumping penetration of my swollen phallus battered her delicious fold.

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I pulled myself from her and her eyes found mine. An expression of exhausted delight and rapt carnal satisfaction beamed from her as she lifted herself on her elbows. I threw her legs to either side as I crawled onto the desk between them. Beneath the yellow and glistening tuft of hair her elegant box was battered pink and yawned open begging to be filled again. Grabbing her ankles in my hands I forced them to the desk above her shoulders, her shoes clunking slightly on the hollow wood. Her pelvis rose and I buried my tongue deep into her juices, twisting and tasting the full extent of her flowing snatch. Her hands pulled at her hair as I devoured her womanhood, releasing her tied hair and sending it cascading across her face.

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As I lifted my face I saw her again. This stunning vision of a woman released and satisfied gazed back at me with a wry smile and a whisper of stray blonde strands streamed across her lips. Her mouth opened slightly more as she reached her hands between her legs seeking to find my length. Her lips pursed as she watched me move over her and position myself for the next act, her hands guiding my cock to the opening of her lustful pocket. Summer’s eyes softened and rolled back in her head as I plunged into her, deeper than ever before, knocking against her most intimate depths. Her tits pressed against her shoulders as I fucked her folded body, the continuing thrusts pushing tones of erotic satisfaction from her, chirping in time with the rhythm. A loud crash filled the room as the rhythmic penetration shook the glass lamp from the corner of the desk, followed shortly thereafter by the plastic clatter of the keyboard as it too fell to the floor. Hammering, smashing, my sack pounded against her crack as I cleaved her flushed pussy apart, grinding and forcing my entirety into her. The heat rose between us as the force of my penetration exhausted the restraints of her tightness and spread her pocket into an eager and hungry shrine. Her hands moved to my face, thumbs moving across my cheeks as she lightly held my head as if to force me to witness the expressions of pure submission and absolute ecstasy wash over her. Summer’s grip tightened and her nails dug into the nape of my neck as her squeaking began to transform into a panting gasp. She lifted her head and her eyes burned through me with a smile of consummate lust. She threw her head back, hair cast above her on the desk, pulling my face into her chest to be buried in the valley of her magnificent cleavage as she writhed and screamed under my pulsing drive. Her entire body tensed and contorted under the spell of her orgasmic bliss before relaxing entirely to be consumed by her total surrender to my wanton and intimate invasion.

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A pressure built within me as I watched Summer, now somnolent and docile, shake and coo as I continued to ravage her. I paused in her depth, pushing and seeking to feel my tip click against the ceiling of her perfect snatch, and Summer, sensing her opportunity, pushed my shoulders and sent me off of her. I backed off the desk and Summer quickly and deftly spun from its top, finding her way to kneeling in front of my glistening cock. Prostrate before me and lacking any pretense or hesitation she devoured my girth, sucking, twisting, willing my load into her throat. Her mascara stained blues stared up at me through the shining lenses of her glasses as her sucking lips encircled and embraced my throbbing shaft. Her swirling tongue burnt against the bottom of my dick as my balls rose in their sack to spray my hot substance into her. My knees weakened and I braced myself against the edge of the desk as I erupted violently into Summer’s waiting throat. A handful of golden hair helped me force her mouth around me as each subsequent convulsion washed up my back as the ropes of salty cum eject from my engorged cock.

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As the waves of bliss quiet and passed, Summer took one long and drawing suck before releasing me with a pop. She collapsed backward onto the paisley patterned carpet, hair in a shining corona above her. Standing over her, propped against the desk, heavy with breath and weak in the knees, I admired her one last time. Her arms are spread wide across the floor and I can see her breasts shift under her heaving chest. Her soft paunch lay sunken below the rim of her ribs and her hips canted to the side, her laced legs crossed over each other.

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After a moment had passed, I heard Summer squeak, a shade of confidence having dissolved from her, asking, “Was I good?” Her eyes peeked over at me.

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I could only muster a laugh, and a nod in the affirmative. She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, “Good.”

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All I could think was that maybe Summer wasn’t such a bad employee after all.

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