Lunch time usually included a handjob under a restaurant table, or a quick fuck from behind, with me bent over his desk, when we had our lunch delivered to the office. He continued squeezing and sucking them as he drove his hips upward with each of my downward thrusts on his prick. He told me that the job requirements included me wearing easy access dresses, blouses and skirts, with no underwear at all – no bra and no panties – to which I agreed. After a few minutes of silence, he asked, “How long has THAT been going on?”
I said, “About 5 months….. Mr Franklin hadn’t seen my husband, and kept pounding away with his massive dick, squeezing and pinching my boobs, until he finally exploded inside me, sending ropes of cum deep into my pussy and dribbling out between our legs. I moved my hand from his thigh to his shaft and began gently stroking his dick while I continued telling him the story of my job with Mr Franklin.
