“ Chris, we need to babble about this Roclef project."That was what the fascinatingly sexy Fern Holte said as she walked into my dewy-eyed box office at 4:15 on a Thursday afternoon. My office was equipped with a crank top desk, one of those professorship that lets you lean way back and put your feet up ( it really comes in Handy when I'm looking for a lilliputian shut eye at work ), two less well-situated chairs across from my desk, a small bar in the corner of the room, and a whiteboard that I use to manage the impromptu brainstorming sessions that occasionally happen in my office. As Fern walked through my door I was briefly speechless as I looked at the outfit she was wearing, she had on a white blouse that looked very thin underneath an expensive looking ma'am's suit jacket, and a pencil doll that showed off an impressive amount of leg. Fern had a substance abuse of attracting the tending of everyone in the place, male and female alike, just by walking off the elevator, she was just that good looking in a party filled with gross fop. Everyone liked to observe as she made professional look so damn good. Today her blouse/ suit jacket combo was almost able to conceal the large breast that were underneath but the pencil skirt she had on seemed like it was grabbing that firm ass of hers and perking it up just a little more than usual.
I took in today's outfit and recovered quickly, asking,"What about the Roclef project ?"
"wellspring you know that we need to cant over their execs our thought for the summer movement tomorrow at eleven, right ?"she asked moving in front of my desk.
"Shit that's properly. Has anyone got anything effective for that yet ?"I asked, trying to get my mind back to work.
"There have been some ideas tossed around on the fifteenth floor but it's all pretty lame shit. I was thinking though, You and I are the only ones who really know this explanation and this product, if anyone is going to come up with an idea for them it will be the two of us. It's like we just involve to lock ourselves in a way and not come out until we have a fucking awesome sales talk ready."She said.
I'm an executive director at a marketing agency. I've been working here since I got out of college almost XV class ago. I started off by making pitches for minuscule companies, companies that my agency wasn't all that concerned with. I was able to hit a few homeruns on those low company pitches. It didn't take foresightful before I was developing merchandising strategies for companies that were turning them from low Pisces the Fishes into million dollar clients and as those companionship grew I got noticed by the people that thing. One of these job was Roclef, a company that specializes in making garish picket that look expensive, and to say that I was capable to market the shit out of Roclef would be putting it lightly. It didn't take long for me to get promoted to a conductor of the content wing, when I was promoted Fern, a promising Young natural endowment at the clock time, took over a few of my customer, including Roclef and when I was promoted four month ago to top dog Creative policeman, Fern took my job as director. So, when she says that we are the two people who know Roclef the full, she isn't lying.
I love being CCO, the pay is dandy, the fellowship car is classy, and the box office with a sight of the urban center is great compared to the cubicle I started in. It's all a angelical deal, my entirely complaint is that I miss making those pitch shot. It was my darling part of the job. I used to spend minute grinding out melodic theme, pouring over information on a company to get along up with the honorable way to marque them. Now I'm so many degree above that grinding work that the nighest I get to most projection is approving them. So, when my smoking hot coworker walked into my office asking if I would get back to doing what I loved for a few hr I didn't take long to reply.
"Let's do it."I stood up."Do we require to lock ourselves in here or go to a conference room ?"
"I was joking about the locking us in part."Fern said laughing
"Nope, let's do it."I said confidently as I walked over to the door.
"Alright"she says,"whatever it takes to get these guys off my ass."
"I think it's going to take a lot more than a good marketing pitch shot to get the Roclef execs off that ass."I joked taking an exaggerated sneaky glimpse at her ass in that tight blackened skirt.
"Shut the fuck up."She said blushing a little and sitting down in the electric chair across from my desk."the first two twelvemonth I had the account they wouldn't hold back sucking your cock you know. ‘ Oh Chris this, Chris that, Chris is so great, Chris has the best ass peter'the bastards would only verbalize with you, now I can't get them to go away me alone."
"What can I say, my reputation precedes me."I reached up to the door underframe and found the rarely used key that I put there when I moved into the new spot."OK here's the rules."I said with the key in my hired man,"No one comes in or out for any cause, any reason at all, until we have the best damn idea Roclef has ever heard."
"Deal."She says and as I lock the office door and return to my chair she is taking a folder out of her bag and opening it."So, they want something that is going to really drive up their summer traffic and make old customers get new watches."
"Okay"I said opening my own file on Roclef, except my file was on my computer, it's the 21st century, this girl is real good looking but I don't know why she is keeping affair in manila folders still. I opened a couple files on task that we had done for Roclef over the retiring few years. As I began to look at the old Indian file, a brilliant musical theme occurred to me, brainpower storms were a lot gentle when the brain is loose."Want a beverage ?"I asked.
"Hell yeah."Fern seemed relieved by the idea.
I got up and poured us two very firm rum and cokes from the small bar I had set up in the corner.
A match hours passed while we worked diligently, we used the white add-in on my wall, scribbling down all the ideas that soared through our judgement some of them weren't even related to marketing but they were just so good that we needed to spell them down, all this fourth dimension while we were brainstorming we were casually drinking rafts of Coca Cola flavored rum. We both took off our courtship crownwork and got as comfortable as a body of work environs would allow us.
I was sitting in my chair while Fern was on her feet at the blanched board writing down the estimation as they came to us. Every time she turned around to compose I would use up a few secondment to look up to her ass and view the struggle she must have had this morning to squeeze that thing into such a small dame. When she wasn't writing Fern swayed her hips side to side.
"What else could we do ?"I asked.
"I don't know I think we have a pretty good idea of what we're doing for this affair tomorrow."Fern said trying to keep her voice calm and relaxed
"What are you talking about ? All we have so far are estimate and virtually of them suck, we aren't even fill up to ready for this pitch."I said leaning back a little in my chair and taking a sip from my drink.
"I don't know, I like what we have. I think we're practiced for the night."She said in that same interpreter that was trying to bide calm.
No, we aren't even close. think of what you said, we lock the door and don't unlock it until we have a pitch ready."
"Yeah but I think we can go family for the dark. We can polish off the sales talk tomorrow before the meeting."She gave a panicked glance at my locked office doorway as she spoke. I almost didn't notice it.
"No, let's just sit on it and figure this whole affair out now."I said in a firm, mildly classical part that I was still getting used to with my new position.
"well can we at least take a straightaway pause ?"Fern asked in a voice that sounded almost a trivial desperate.
"Wow tone at you Ms. All Business. Ready for a break already."I said laughing at her.
"Look, I just need like a few minutes for a lavatory break."She leaned both script on my desk, sticking her ass out a picayune behind her, unfortunately I was in front of her and couldn't see that perfect matter popped. As she leaned against my desk she swayed her rosehip side to side again like she was speeding up a high schoolhouse prom slow down dance.
I grinned a little as I took in the scene."well I'm sure as shooting you can take in as many mo as you want when we finished. That door is locked and the key might as well be gone until we have a useful presentation though."
"Are you serious ? I just need to pee. We drank so much."She was right, we really had been drinking a lot and to be true I had to involve a leak too, but it seemed like I could withstand it better than this little hottie. Fern was now breathing a little faster.
"Oh, what about this,"I said excitedly as I was struck by a flash of devilish intake,"They want the ad to be summer themed right, so what if we have a beach setting."I leaned back further in my chair and pretended to fill up my eyes, envisioning the scene."And there is a girl in a bikini, waiting in a long line at one of those beach bathrooms, you know like the old smelly pit ones with the cascade outside and everything."
"Awe come on."Fern says beginning to quickly footstep back and Forth River across my office."Just don't talk of the town about the lav or anything like that, please."
An idea that is adequate office intriguing and mischievous weirdo into my psyche before I say,"And the young woman drank sooo many margaritas at the beach, and she has to pee sooo bad, and this beach is sooo packed, and there isn't another bathroom for sooo far."I drag out every word of this sentence and I watched as Fern reacted by hunching her back, pacing faster, and even reaching a hand down to clutch her skirt.
"cum on really please don't."Fern walks over to the billet door and tries the knob. It's still locked and she paces rapidly back into the eye of the room.
"What is the girl going to do Fern ?"I ask with a ridiculous amount of hyperbolise interest.
"I don't sacrifice a fucking. I just really need to pee."She is now hunched in front of my desk which gives me a tantalizing eyeshot of her impressive cleavage."If you let me out of here I'll do anything."She sounds really desperate now.
"Well one mind is that she just squats down right in the midsection of that long line and she pulls her bikini bottoms to the face and she just lets her piss go right there in all that hot George Sand in front of all those people."
"You're such an asshole."Fern is clutching at her crotch with both hands as she bounces up and down."What does this even have to do with watches ?"
"Or another idea is that she sees the men's elbow room doesn't have a personal line of credit. So she runs into the men's room, saddles up to a urinal, reaches one of her sun tanned legs up on the dirty bath rampart, and right there in front of all those pissing men she lets her own pee atomiser all over the urinal and some of it trickles down her leg and onto that dirty sand covered, cement floor.
"Awe FUCK."Fern yelled, she stopped pacing, stood up straight, and looked down between her branch. I looked in the Sami piazza and saw that under her dead skirt a unfaltering stream of yellow liquidness was leaking. I stared in awe as Fern looked down at herself with the most appal saying I have ever seen a human have. After a few seconds she seemed to recover from the shock of pissing herself in front of her genus Bos. She squeezed her legs together tightly, pressing one wet thigh against another and the stream temporarily slowed to a trickle. She looked up at me and instead of being horrified she looked pissed off."What the fuck did you do ?"she yelled.
"What do you think ‘ what did—'?"But before I could finish she was taking fast brusque steps around my desk."Wait."I said panicked as this very wild miss with pee still running down her leg charged at me. She did not look like I asked, instead when Fern got to my chair she stepped over my legs and sat down in my lap with her stage spread out on either side of me and her breasts almost brushing against my nose.
She leaned down and gently whispered in my ear,"How do you like being covered in water ?"It was then that I began to finger the warmth spreading all over my crotch. It took me a second to realize what was happening and once I did I was disgusted, but at the Saami time I was a niggling turned on as this beautiful missy resumed pissing her pants right in my lap.
"What the fuck."I mumbled as my putz rapidly began to grow underneath her.
"Maybe next time you'll let me go to the fucking bathroom when I ask."She was giving a diabolic smile, she was clearly very satisfied with the revenge plan that she had come up with on the spot. I could hear as her pee went through her soaking wet panties, through the expensive fabric of my trouser, over my very severe dick, and finally through the mesh hindquarters of my chair and onto the rug beneath us. She began to ruffle herself back and Forth River across my lap, it was a very wet version of dry humping, as she did this her expectant breasts began to rub against my typeface. I put my hands on her hip joint as she slowly rocked back and Forth River and the last of her piss tapered out of her panties. There was still a soft tape recording as the liquid ran off of me and onto the floor.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, trying to see what the response of the former would be.
I broke the muteness"I'm sorry. I'll never do that again. I promise."I said as I let my hand wander between her spreading legs and relate the wet panties she still had on.
She gave a little sigh as my hired hand explored her through the framework before she said,"wellspring I don't forgive you. We need to be even first."
I frowned,"What do you mean ?"
"Well I just peed my pants."She said leaning forward and surrounding my face in those boobs,"So I think you need to pee your pants."
"Why do I desire to be forgiven by you at all ?"I asked her as my digit slipped around the sharpness of her scanty and I touched her bare, wet pussy,"You're the one who just pissed all over my floor. Most mass would be very mad right now."
"wellspring"She said putting a deal over my hand which was still trying to research her,"if you can bring in my forgiveness then I'll make for certain you aren't mad at all."
"I'm not sure that logic bridle out"I said softly.
"Are you sure ?"As she asked this she pressed my hand tightly against her crotch and let out a last small drip of pee over my fingers.
"Well you already pissed my bloomers for me."I said looking down at my expensive dress pants which were getting colder by the second gear."I have another melodic theme though."Before she could ask what I had in mind I picked her up and laid her back down on my desk. She giggled a petty as she went through the air. She left her legs unfold surface on my desk and I caught a glimpse of her soft white scanty that were now sporting a enceinte white-livered spot. I loosened my belt and let my wet drawers free fall to the storey, they were quickly followed by the boxers that I had been wearing and all of a sudden, I was standing in front of my smoking hot employee who was still covered in her own pee, with a hard tool, and my own pant covered in her water on the floor. She looked at me for a few bit wondering what my plan was going to be while I concentrated. In reply to her unasked question I began to expel my own current of water, I quickly aimed my intemperately putz so that my pee flowed between her clear peg and onto her already soiled tweed pantie. She gave a piddling squeal of pleasure as I splashed her clitoris through the thin fabric. She reached a handwriting down between her legs and was splashed with my stream as she pulled her panty to one side, allowing me to more directly pleasure her. As I sprayed her privates she squirmed a lilliputian on top of my desk.
I concentrated heavily and was able to sustain the little bit of pee that I had left in. I moved closer to Fern and lined up my dick with her sopping wet slit with one hand while my early hand felt one of her breasts through her shirt. As my dick found her ready puss, I put it in up to the caput before stopping. I flexed the brawn in my groin and all of a sudden, I was peeing inside her. She didn't realize what I was doing at low gear, when she caught on to what was going on inside her she used one script to begin furiously making circles on her clit. When my bladder was empty I pulled out of her and watched as my own piss gushed from inside her, down her ass, a footling of it dribbling across her dickhead, and onto my very expensive new desk.
As I watched the last of my spend a penny wetting out of her I couldn't wait any longer, I moved up against her hips once again and with one hand I rubbed my dick up and down her pussy, hitting the clit a few clock time before running down the duration of her crotch before gently resting against that wet asshole of hers for a second before I moved it back up and let it slip into that warm and welcoming kitty-cat. This time I did not stop at just the tip, I let column inch after inch of myself slide into her before my rosehip were up against the spinal column of her thighs. I slowly slid out of her, inch by inch once more until I was barely still inside her, then I quickly and powerfully thrust all of myself back inside her. She gave a piffling yelp as I drove into her. I repeated this slow up way out from her, followed by a quick and powerful thrust back inside her many times over the course of a few proceedings. Every time I withdrew I could feel her kitty-cat grabbing onto my dick, trying to hold it inside of her and then she let out a acuate groan as I was quickly swallowed back up by her.
She sat up from my desk while I was still inside her and she lifted the blouse that she had still been wearing up and over her caput to give away a black bra with small Ag hearts that was trying desperately to keep her boobs in place while I slosh her body back and forth with my push."I don't want to get my shirt wet."She said throwing the shirt near the doorway
"Yeah."I said not really paying attending as I got as deep into her as I could.
"Take me to the floor."She whispered.
I looked at the carpet below my base which was still soaked with both our pee and now maybe a little bit of her juice too."On there ?"I asked pointing.
"Yeah."She said unclasping her bra and taking it off to reveal her large knocker with a firm pointy nipple sticking out on each one. I let my fingers bend one of her nipples to the side and when I released it, the nipple popped back into it's upright position.
I slid my dick completely out of her and there was a wet suction haphazardness as it fully escaped her. It felt cold compared to the nice warm golf hole that it had just been in as the air brushed across my wet cock. Fern got down from the desk on legs that were a little anxious. She turned around and shimmied her small wench down her legs, shaking her ass back and forth as she moved it down. Then she finally took off the wet, pissing yellowed, scanty and let them precipitate to the floor with the rest of our cloth.
She moved closer to me and pressed her naked body against mine. I could find the fondness between her legs and my shaft felt like a magnet being pulled towards it. I went down to the background with her, she lay on her back right in the heart of the brand new stain on my carpeting and I knelt in between her legs. I slid myself back inside her and this time I rocked my coxa at a much faster pace than before. As her body was pounded into the flat coat, the rug made a rapid squelching sound as she splashed on the wet story. The sound only turned me on and I fucked her harder, each thrust a little more muscular and a short degenerate than the last. As I fucked her I felt another pressure in my dick, this one was very different than the need to pee that I had earlier, this was the motive to cum and there wasn't much longer before that need was going to be satisfied. As I fucked Fern harder and harder she put her hanker naked legs up on my shoulders and began to moan very loudly with each knife thrust. I fucked her folded up eubstance as strong as I could, chasing that tremendous orgasm that had been building this whole time. She screamed and called out in pleasure as I banged her pretty body and I came even closer to cumming. When I was seconds away from letting my load go I doubled down and drove my cock as far as it would go inside her. I held it there and I was overcum by the climax. My hip jerked back and Forth while I was inside her without my creative thinker having any knowledge of what my body was doing. My tool shot string after string of hot cum inside my coworker as she lay in a carpet soaked in assorted bodily fluids from the two of us.
After I was done cumming I left my pecker inside her for almost a hour while I relished in the ecstasy that I had just experienced. As I pulled out of her cum filled cakehole I felt very slimy, I ignored this and sat back in my chair naked, letting my semi-hard, post-sex peter slump in my lap. After a few moments Fern stood up in front of me. Her stage were very clearly unsteady as she struggled to stand upright.
"We should probably get back to forge now."She said putting her hand on my desk and leaning against it spreading her stage apart as she squinted at the white board filled with our melodic theme from early. As she leaned, her ass stuck very close to my face and I watched it in amazement while her binding was turned to me. While I watched the two strong ass cheeks that were red from carpet burn, I almost came again when I noticed what was happening to her slit. As she stood upright all the cum that I just deposited inside her was slowly leaking out. As I watched a heavy drop curtain formed at her commonplace vagina and then dropped to the defiled carpet below. More drop followed and soon all my cum had leaked out of her and had collected in a pool on the rug between her ramification. I began to touch myself as she worked.
A few dead minute later Fern and I gave our stop pitch to the executive director of Roclef and they ate it up. We got the ad business deal for More money than we had been hoping for and let's just say that Fern and I had a very unparalleled way of celebrating our accomplishment .