[MF] – Turns out, she didn’t fuck me for her job

[MF] – Some work Christmas parties are worth going to from gonewildstories

*This is an unexpected part two to the story above.*

There was very little communication between Brittany and I over the next few months. I sent her a text a few days after we fucked letting her know how much fun I had. The response I got was short and sweet. Essentially a “me too” kind of response. I took it as a sign that this must have been a one time thing or this was actually how she tried to get business. Either way, the end result was a great fuck and something for the spank bank for the future.

Out of the blue, I received an email one morning from Brittany asking if I’d be interested in getting lunch… and bringing one of my main client’s along to do a meet and greet. It was quite incredible how fast my dick went from rock hard to flaccid. Still, despite the disappointment of a purely work-related lunch, I confirmed with my client and we set a date.

My client and I walked in to the agreed upon spot to see Brittany and her boss waiting at a table. Not surprisingly, Brittany was dressed in a very professional but eye-catching outfit: skin tight black pants, a flowy red blouse with a hint of cleavage, and tall black heels. It was hard not to stare so I did. Noone at that table was under the impression she was there for any other reason anyway.

For almost two hours, Brittany and her boss tried to sell my client on all the new surveillance packages the company now offered. It was a good pitch, something they’ve clearly done many times before. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite as effective on my client – a female – as it would have been a male. I still gave them credit for doing the song and dance despite my client lack of a penis.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed when the lunch ended. No flirting, no seductive glances, no excuses to go to the bathroom for a quick fuck, just business. Luckily my disappointment lasted only a few minutes as I felt my phone vibrate before I even got to my car. It was Brittany. “What are you doing tonight?” I couldn’t contain my smile.

“No plans. My days of going out during the week are long behind me.”

“You act like you can’t keep up with me. I know better… Come get a drink with me tonight.”

It was all the convincing I needed. She messaged me the time and place – a bar about half way between us.

I got to the bar a few minutes early and found two seats at the bar. Before I could order drinks, I felt a soft hand on my arm. I turned to see Brittany flashing her incredible smile. Now she was wearing black leather pants, a tight gray sweater, and the same black heels she was in earlier. “I was worried you may have fallen asleep on me, old man.” She giggled taking the seat beside me.

The flirting started immediately with an explanation why I hadn’t heard from her. She didn’t want me to think she fucked me for more business. While she admitted that she knew her job was to look good and flirt with potential customers, she fucked me because she wanted to. I told her I appreciated her honesty but I would have fucked her even if it was only to get more business from me. We shared a laugh as it became clear this was more than a friendly meet up.

“Can I see your place since you saw mine last time?” Her directness was such a turn on. I nodded and paid for our drinks. We made the short walk back to my place. I did the “let me show you around” tour as if she really cared what my place looked like. I poured us both a drink and found Brittany sitting on the couch. As soon as I sat down next to her, she immediately straddled me.

We kissed like two horny teenagers – sloppy with lots of tongue. My hands immediately squeezed her ass through her leather pants. “Do you like these? I wanted to wear them to lunch to tease you but I thought that might be a little much.” I smiled and nodded giving her a playful spanking as we went back to our make out session.

Brittany slowly slid her way off of me down onto her knees between my legs. She pulled down my pants and immediately took my hard cock into her hand. I leaned forward and pulled her sweater over her head to reveal a black lacy bra. After a few strokes, she plunged her head into my lap swallowing my cock. I let out a long moan and let her go to work. Her tongue circled my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. When she eventually pulled away, it was to give my balls the same attention. Brittany went back and forth between them giving gentle sucks and flick of her tongue.

She then stood up and unclasped her bra. Brittany then threw her heels off and pulled down her leather pants leaving her completely naked in front of me. “I liked you in those heels,” I told her while tugging my own clothes off. She shot me a smile and reached down putting them back on.

“Better?” she asked striking a pose and flashing her perfect smile again.

Brittany then returned to her position straddling me and guided my cock inside her. She threw her hair back as her hands rested on my shoulders. “Fuck!” she screamed as she took control bouncing on my cock. Each time it felt like she was trying to force me deeper inside her. I gripped her thighs tightly letting her control the pace. Her perky tits bounced methodically to her rhythm. When she slowed down for a breather, I took that as my cue.

I wrapped my arms around her lower back and lifted her up. Brittany gave a little shriek before pressing her lips against mine. She wound her legs around my torso as we stood there kissing. I lowered her back onto the couch. “That was hot!” she said biting her lip. She moved her legs to my shoulders and told me to go deep. I happily obliged giving her long, hard thrusts each one eliciting a soft whimper.

Sensing I was getting close, Brittany amped up the dirty talk. “I want you cover me, Jack,” followed by “please, baby” over and over again. I didn’t need any of it but I loved it none the less. I pulled out of her and sprayed my cum across her well-toned stomach. I watched her run a finger through one of my ropes of cum, a look of satisfaction came across her face. “Do you want me to stay the night?” she asked bringing that same finger to her lip.

It was an easy answer.

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