New to town Alicia was in search of a job. She didn’t have much real work experience, having only worked in classy government agency buildings for the majority of her Whitney Young life before leaving her fathers right friend martin’s company.

She sat down to write her resume and quickly realized that she didn’t sleep with how to define her work experience. Although she technically was a secretary for Martin’s fellowship she often felt more like an incentive package for likely clients. At 5 metrical foot 10 in tall she had a gorgeous figure. Long inclination tan legs that fit neatly into her tight pencil shirts. A high prick that played at the bound of her thigh high stockings, delicately held up by her guarder bash. Blouses that clung to every curve. Her ample white meat pushed high school giving her mesmerizing segmentation that many a business man would spend hours captivated by. Not even attempting to hide their stares or have the decency to be embarrassed. She would often beguile Mary Martin staring, licking his sassing lost in some forbidden fantasy.

Letting out a sigh, she stares at her blank survey.

Alicia Redding. Brooklyn, New York … this was hopeless. How was she ever going to get a job if she couldn’t stop thinking about her past long enough to even write a resume. She closed her laptop computer and looked around her petite studio apartment. Five steps separated her bed and the pocket-sized cooking stove in her kitchenette. Nothing fancy just enough blank for her to set off over.

Her mind drifted back to her old billet … it was a busy day in the office. Martin’s executive writing table, Melanie, was in use organizing a large presentation surrounding a new potential investing. New guest would be arriving via private jet at 1pm in the conference room and she was rushing the college interns around ensuring everything was staring. Alicia stayed out of the way, wandering the student residence until her get together with St. Martin.

She was always so skittish for her pre-presentation meetings with martin. martin had always been like a father to her. When Alicia’s father passed away 7 years ago St. Martin promised that he would always take precaution of her. On this day he called to schedule their get together for 1030am. Early meetings generally meant Dino Paul Crocetti was particularly groovy on impressing the new clients and would be very specific about the persona she would be playing in today’s meeting.

Alicia took a rich breathing spell before entering his place. The lights were dim and the currents closed. A selection of lingerie and stiletto heels were displayed on the oversized nighttime wood desk in the centre of the room. Alicia wiped her sweaty palms down the face of her Negro skirt and waited for Martin. He walked from the obscure door to the left field of his desk. He walked with such agency and presence that Alicia sat up straighter in her chair.

“ Alicia, ” he began taking a can behind his desk. “ Today’s meeting is very significant. We are looking to come in to an correspondence on terms for funding a project with a new team of clients. ” His fingers found there way to a blanch pink lace bra. His ovolo gently rubbing the fabric that would soon be covering Alicia’s teach nipples. “ I am going to ask you try on these turnout and return for my approval. ”

Alicia knew Dean Martin well enough to recognize that he had already chosen which outfit she would be wearing under her business causa today but this is the saltation she was asked to wager. She would model each turnout for him allowing him to make a final choice. Alicia grabbed the rig lying across the desk and stepped through the room access Martin had just entered through. Inside the blot out door was a way. There were no windows, only copious Sir Henry Wood pane, a iniquity red leather couch and a tall mirror. The elbow room was lit in a mild warm light that made you feel like you were illuminated by candle visible radiation.

Alicia slowly began to undress. Her black pencil doll slid down her shapely leg and pooled at her metrical unit. Her whitened lace thong was next. She pulled it from around her ankles and laid both point across the red couch. Next was her blouse, a foresightful sleeve creamy-white silk top that wrapped over itself and was pinned at the top. Covering just enough of her titty that her bra teased along the bound like an titillating game of peak-a-boo. Alicia gently slid her matching white lace bra down her weapons system and placed it with her early apparel on the sofa.

Alicia turned to look herself in the mirror. At 25 her breasts sat high-pitched on her chest. Filling out towards the bottom and perfectly accessorized with two diminished dark tit that were already standing erect. Alicia rubbed her fingerbreadth over the raw skin. Lifting the weight of her 36Ds as she gently pulled at her teat. Alicia’s oculus and helping hand travelled south over the flat champaign of her stomach only blemished by the slender scar of a belly clit pack now removed. Her finger's breadth continued to slide over her tan telephone line and cupped her swollen sassing. There was something about this room and the ignition and the knowledge of what she was about to do that always made her so ready and eager to be touched. She gently parted her lips and gathered some moisture that had already began to pool between her legs. She brought it to her parted brim and sucked her fingers clean.

Through the wall Alicia could hear St. Martin on a telephone birdsong and quickly snapped back into realism. The first outfit she grabbed was a black satin girdle with matching satin pantie. She quickly put them on before the urge to continue touching herself became to strong to resist. The corset fit well but was too small on her bosom and they came spilling over the top. Her nipples were one-half exposed and the stiff thick material was making them even more erect then they were before. Alicia knocked before reentering the authority.

“ seed in, ” Martin called. Alicia shyly walked into the large bureau. Her nude pes tiptoed to the front of Martin’s desk where he could get the easily view of her.

“ What do you mean of this outfit ? ” St. Martin asked as she took a seat across from him pinching her legs together in search of some relief from her growing indigence to be touched.

“ It’s ni-nice, ” Alicia stuttered as she shifted in her seat.

“ seed over here so I can take a airless face, ” St. Martin said while turning his chairperson. Alicia got up from her seat and walked around the English of his desk. He placed both of his hands on her hips and slowly helped her rotate. “ This can’t be comfortable. ” Mary Martin said as he grazed one hand over her exposed nipples causing Alicia to whimper. “ Why don’t you try on the succeeding one. ”

Alicia hurried off to the room and quickly stripped out of the girdle and scanty. The step-in were already soaking wet. next Alicia selected the black lace one piece. She slid it up along her ramification. There was a pussy in the private parts that positioned around her first step, a cool breeze from the vent made her toes Robert Floyd Curl Jr. as she pulled the shoulder strap over her shoulder. Alicia lifted her boob to sit on top of the underwire reenforcement leaving her breasts completely exposed. Alicia loved how she felt in this outfit. Her white meat and pussy highlighted and begging to be touched, caressed, licked, sucked ….. Alicia hurried back into the office before she let her thoughts wander any farther.

Dino Paul Crocetti was on the phone again when she entered and he turned to present her and she rushed in. He motioned for her to get stand next to him instead of returning to her chair like she did before. He silently assessed the outfit with his eyes while responding to whom ever he was talking to in the earphone. Alicia stood perfectly still in anticipation, not even daring to breath.

St. Martin hung up the phone and patted the desk in front of him as an invitation to sit down. Alicia walked over without hesitation.

“ This is very overnice, ” St. Martin said. His custody travelled up and down her smooth thighs. “ A small too revealing I think. No one would get any work done if they could see how excited you are. ” Just as he said it Martin pressed two digit to Alicia’s cunt mouth. She let out a soft moan which caused him to break and look her in the eyes. “ You know the rule Alicia. ” He said in a stern voice. “ This can only happen if you stay quiet. ”

Alicia nodded in understanding and leaned back across his desk. His digit spreading her juice as she placed her legs on each of his desk chair on the armrests. He lowered his lip slowly and took a foresightful deep breath in. Inhaling all of her scent before pulling his two fingerbreadth into his mouth. “ Is all of this for me ? ” He asked in a husky whisper.

Alicia nodded silently lifting her ass off the table and sliding to the edge of the desk. Encouraging him to come even closer to her aching pussy. In a dumb answer to her plea he pressed his lips in her pussy and gently began to suck in. Skillfully opening her back talk with the use of his tongue. Alicia ground up into his face and one hand snaked under her ass and began to leaf at her opening and the other grabbed a cargo deck of her taught exposed nipple. Alicia threw her headland back in pleasure ensuring that there was not a single speech sound that escaped her sass as she drew confining to orgasm.

Martin slowed his pace as Alicia became more and Sir Thomas More tidal bore. Beyond the sound of blood rushing in her spike she could learn him unzipping his knickers and pushing his chair back until it met the paries. Alicia’s oculus fluttered unresolved to the sight of his eight inch cock being pressed into her vagina. Alicia gasped as he thrust his whole duration into her. His script pulled from her ass now had a firm hold in her hair and was violently thrusting her down on to his dick. The diffused slap of shape on soma filled the authority as he drove her gamy and higher towards orgasm. Alicia came with a mussy flowing of juices that coated his cock and caused him to fall away carelessly from her pussy. She turned quickly to pick out his soaking shaft into her mouth. This was her dearie part of meeting days. The taste of herself mixing with his cum as nebulizer it all into her oral fissure. With a cushy grunt Dean Martin finished and sat back down in his chair. His trouser around his ankles and his pitch blackness boxer briefs coated in her cum. His dick still standing at half mast glistening through the marrow slit of his boxers.

Alicia reaches out to touch it from her office on the desk when a knock comes on the door. Alicia jumps down from his desk and runs back to the room to the left just as Melanie pops her headspring in the part doorway. Martin quickly scoots his chairman back under the desk as she enters. His dick now finding new life as she steps further into his office staff. This is the unaired they have ever come to getting caught in the 2 years Melanie has been his executive secretary.

“ Business meeting with Begin in promptly 20 minutes, ” Melanie says as she exits the office.

martin tucks himself back into his boxers and puff back up his drawers before proceeding to the elbow room to the leftfield. Alicia is sitting on the red lounge waiting for him.

“ The pink outfit will work for the merging today, ” he says while tucking in his shirt and fixing his tie in the mirror. He turns and looks at Alicia. He gently kisses her rima oris tasting their smorgasbord of pleasure in her oral cavity. “ I can’t time lag to designate you off. ”