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Ultimas:
A poor accounting department can ruin a company pretty quickly. Amazing how bad it can get, Alfred thought to himself as he reviewed the paperwork on a small futon company that had come to him for consultation.

To even begin to consult with the owner, Kole, he was going to have to have an audit done....or do one himself. The records were a mess. I'll bring that up with him.
His appointment was in about 15 minutes. It would take awhile.

Biola had just finished scheduling another of Alfred's appointments when Kole Johnson walked in. An older man, in his late 50s, Kole was a little early for his appointment with Alfred. “Alfred will be right with you Kole, good to see you again,” Biola said politely, and motioned to him to take a seat.

Alfred's secretary sure is a looker Kole thought, keeping his glances at her breasts as discreet as he could.

She was wearing a low-cut, nicely fitted, flowery dress. Even with the situation as it is, I'm happy to have an appointment with Alfred. I hope he takes awhile getting around to me. Biola leaned over to get something out of a drawer in her desk, and Kole was rewarded with a nice view of her cleavage. Yup, Alfred can take his time.

Right as he thought that, Alfred opened the door. “Kole! How's it going? Come on in...” and Kole followed him in, engaging in a little small talk that turned into soft, muted sounds as Alfred closed the door behind them.

They've been in there for a little while, Biola thought, about an hour and a half later. She didn't have much to do at the moment, and her mind drifted to what had been going on in her life recently.

She was being paid a decent salary, and jobs were hard to come by in the economy of the moment. It was amazing to her that the inappropriate situations she found herself in with Alfred had become almost matter of course. He regularly groped her, played with her breasts, and even pushed her into MouthAction.

She'd give him the occasional Mouth Gig, he'd go down on her at times, and he even pleasured her ass, orally. It had been a couple weeks since their first sexual encounter, and almost every day had something occur between them.

Her injured husband had no idea. Her kids had no idea. Nobody knew what happened at the office, except her and Alfred.

She'd managed to keep him from having full-on intercourse with her, but she was in constant fear that even that shred of dignity left to her marriage with Michael would be taken. Every moment I don't walk out on this situation will make it more difficult to explain my departure when I do walk away from this. Biola didn't know what to do.

The door opened and Kole walked out quickly. “See ya later sweetie” he said to Biola in a distracted tone, as he went out the door.

He seems like a nice man. But Alfred did too at one time, Biola thought to herself. She looked back at Alfred's office door. Alfred appeared in it, and said, “don't have much to do today? Why don't you help me with something in my office?” He had a playful smile. Biola knew what that meant.

I knew there was something up with those numbers. About half way into his conversation with Kole he realized that the irregularities in his accounting records were more likely deliberate than incompetent.

With the knowledge gained at the outset of the conversation, that Kole's wife had been keeping track of the records, Alfred started getting a feeling about what the situation was. He looked down, in contemplation, at the woman kneeling in front of him.

Biola was holding his cock with her hand, it was wet from the attention her mouth had been giving it, and rock hard. Her dress had been pulled down off her shoulders and was down by her waist, her breasts completely exposed. She was slowly and somewhat irregularly stroking his hard cock, while her head was deeper in Alfred's lap.

Yeah, suck those balls bitch.......Alfred thought to himself as Biola took one of his balls in her mouth sucking on it gently, then released it, and took the other in exchange.

She switched back and forth between his testicles for a while. When she had one in her mouth, she would pull away from him, pulling the heavy testicle with her, then let it go with a sexy *pop, and go back to sucking the other.



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SeyiDominion:
That mouthpiece, though, was a good two inches across, and the way you smoked it was to seal the mouthpiece around your lips, and then inhale.

The bowl was really small and she said it was actually designed to smoke hash oil. She liked to smoke bud in it, though, because the little bowl held the perfect amount for a single person to get high.

He would have never characterized it this way, but there is something sexy about a naked, good-looking substitute teacher instructing one of her students on how to use a cannibaphone. By the time they fired it up, he had a very nice erection. While he sucked on the phone, she sucked on his cock.

He had to say this for Bayo Johnson. He knew what to keep and what to toss, when it came to seized marijuana. He smoked one tiny bowl of what she had, and he was high as a kite.

She smoked one as she moved him to that oddly shaped chaise lounge and had him lie down on it on his back. Then she straddled it and impaled herself on his jutting prick. The crest of the “wave” in the chair’s design lifted his hips high and her knees were only half bent when she was seated.

She was high, too, and she was very energetic when she started moving her hips forward and back. She was so energetic that, at one point, the wooden feet skidded on the concrete with a rasping sound.

“This is a very sturdy sun bed,” he commented. He was high enough that while he could feel and was enjoying her clasping pussy very much, he was nowhere near feeling the urge to cum.

“It’s called a cool lounge,” she panted. “Bayo got it for me for our first wedding anniversary.”

“Interesting anniversary present,” he said.

“He got it for this purpose. It was actually for him, so he could be comfy while he watched me Bleep him. That’s pretty typical for him. Everything is about Bayo.”

“So you and him have had sex on this?”

She heard something in his voice and stopped moving.

“Don’t you dare go soft on me,” she said. “Think about all the times that bastard called you on the carpet, or disciplined you. You’re banging his wife, Bobby. You’re banging Mr. Johnson’ wife. You’re getting even.”

He reached for her breasts, which had a sheen of sweat on them.

“I don’t want revenge,” he said. “I don’t want to Bleep his wife. I only want to Bleep you.”

She leaned down and kissed him. It was a long kiss, and she didn’t move her lower body while she did it. All she did was squeeze and release on his cock with her internal muscles.

“Why couldn’t I have met you in college,” she said when she lifted her lips from his.

“I would have been ten, or something,” he said.

“And I’d have been nineteen. I could have been your babysitter.”

Being high didn’t prevent him from doing the math.

“You’re twenty-eight?” he said.

“I could have been your hot babysitter and taught you all about sex,” she said.




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