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2015.05.18 02:20

KristianBroadus 조회 수:751

It's been a little while since I posted about meeting up with an older man from tinder and getting fucked like a whore in his hotel room and figured a follow-up about our christmas-party office fuck might be a worthwhile follow-up. We'd been seeing each other casually – mostly for sex – for a few months by the time the holidays rolled around and he asked me to go with him. For him, it was a chance to show off the hot young piece of ass he'd been playing with for the past few months. He promised to give me money for a new dress and told me there'd be free champagne. I'm a sucker for free champagne. He texted me throughout the day, making little demands. He wanted my hair down. He wanted my dress to be bright and short to show of my legs. He wanted it to be backless. He wanted me to keep my makeup light and neutral and to look hot and "young as fuck". That's hardly a problem when you've just turned 19 and are half korean. He sent a cab for me just before the festivities began. It was at a restaurant in the base of their building – just across the street in fact. When he greeted me at the door he took me by the arm and whispered in my ear asking it was I wearing underwear. I told him just panties and he sent me to the bathroom to take them off and bring them to him. I came back with them clenched in my palm and slid them into his fist. He put them in his pocket. There was lots of champagne – and other drinks – and he did an excellent job making sure I was never without. I was slowly getting tipsy. As I've said before, I'm the kind of girl who bubbly hits them in the horny spot hard. I get raging wet for cock when I get a little alcohol in me and he was making sure I was well watered. He was making the rounds, introducing me to different people and chatting with them. As he'd talk he'd stroke my arm or my hair. Just little touches to show I was thoroughly his. When we finally sat down he inched his chair close and stroked my thigh, working the dress up just a smidge. He never made eye contact but just kept hiking the dress up further and further until my pussy was exposed. He fingered me just shallowly but when I got too flustered he stopped. Professional occasion after all. After dinner they cleared the room a little and he was talking about something super boring – golf maybe? – and I peaced off to chat with a few of his coworkers. I should mention that he's very successful in what I'd like to do when I graduate school. I was kind of hoping he'd hook me up with an internship so I figured I'd mingle and network. Two of the coworkers were pretty attractive young men. One of them was pretty blatant in his staring – which was kind of the point of the exercise for my man I guess and the entire reason he brought me along. I felt my phone buzz in my purse and when I got a chance I snuck a peek. He told me to excuse myself and head to the bathroom. We were in a separate events style area of the restaurant and it had, around the corner, one of those single-cell bathrooms. I think they're used for wheel chair people and new moms or something. This one had a change table in it. I waited for about three minutes before I hear a knock on the door and I open it just a crack. He pushes in and presses me back against the wall, kissing me. He turns me arounde of the best fucks I've had. He pushed my hand down between us to finger my clit while he thrust inside me. He was entirely dressed – only his cock was out – and I was spread eagle over his desk, dress pushed into a single band around my stomach. He squeezed and kissed my chest while fucking my pussy. I hugged his cock tight with my inner muscles and I felt him give me one big last thrust before he came deep inside me. He sat back on his chair, pretty much eye level with my pussy. When I tried to climb off his desk he just laid his hand on my stomach and held me in place. He wanted to watch his cum slide out of me. He pulled out his phone and recorded it. He loved those little mementos. When I went to get redressed later I found he'd mangled the strap badly. It wouldn't stay up over my tits at all. He had to give me his spare shirt from his desk to wear. When we took the elevator down to get into his car one of the partygoers – one of the other partner's secretaries – got in and they one hundred percent knew what had happened. No possibility they missed my wearing a men's shirt, heels in hand, hair fucked to high heaven or his satisfied smirk. cruisingalong