It was your very typical Australian BBQ. Mum, Dad, the Kids, Grandpa,
Grandma. Assorted Sister's Brothers, Nephews, Nieces. She was wearing
a skirt, highheels and a nice blouse, had a glass of wine in her hand
and was walking around with his sister, chatting about kids and shoes
and very normal things.He comes up to her and says loudly "Hi
Hun, you having a good time?" He leans over and whispers to her
"You just want me to pick you up and bend you over the couch,
and you wouldnt give a damn, would you " and turned back to his
Brother in Law and continues his conversation. She smiled, raised
one eyebrow and ever so slightly nodded her head in his general direction,
and walk on with his Sister. She kept an eye on him through the window
while she helped in the kitchen with the other "Girls" and
slipped out with a beer when he was nearly empty and he said out loud
"That's so sweet Baby" and gave her a demure peck on the
cheek and whispered in her ear
"That's my slit and it better be ready, when we get to the car",
his Brother gave him the oddest look, as if he had overheard and he
ignored it, naturally. He was watching her accross the room while
they ate, she had filled his plate for him and sat beside his mother,
eating her meal. She looked around quickly, then knowing he was watching
and no one else was, she casually crossed her legs, giving him a small
glimpse, she wasn't wearing underwear. She didn't need morse code
to know what was on his mind. Bringing in the dinner plates while
she was helping the "girls" clean up he kissed her in the
hallway, nearly making her drop her plates. His hand went up her skirt
and found what he was looking for. He withdrew his hand sucked his
fingers and said "I'm looking forwards to desert" while
looking into her eyes.Half an hour later, He yawned and stretched.
"Time to go Hun" he said patting her on the bottom casually,
and she started saying her goodbyes. She sat close to him in the car,
and they drove home.Theres no need to delve into what happened at
home. The buildup of anticipation brought an explosive reaction. That's
exactly what he had planned.
She entered the office, fitting right in in her fitted black skirt
and her neat chiffon blouse over her black camisole. Her dark hair
was pulled back into a severe bun and she carried a small brown briefcase,
that matched her brown leather court shoes. He sat on his chair, unmoving,
unblinking. She sat on his desk, placing one delicate leg on the left
leg of his chair, and one on the right. Her skirt was pulled up to
show her slit. She reached up and pulled down her hair. She unbottoned
her blouse to show her cleavage, his eyes followed her every move.
Her hands then moved down and parted her moist lips and she started
to play with her clit, at first gently, then harder and rougher, all
the while he looked into her eyes. In one fluid movement he picked
her up and threw her accross the desk. There was no superflous movement,
just the one. He pulled her skirt up to show her bare arse, she wasn't
wearing panties. He grabbed both her arms behind her and held them
up high, if she moved even a milimetre, her arms would dislocate,
such was his grip on her slender frame. With his other hand he unzipped
his pants and took his penis out of his pants. He wasted no time,
and thrust his erect penis into her arse. She moaned, it wasnt quite
what she had expected. He moved within her body, taking it as it belong
to him. It wasn't his job to please her, it was her job to please
him, and he was very pleased. He ground into her, and could feel her
body attempt to move up to meet him, despite herself. and his vice
like grip. He smiled, he knew her better than she knew herself. He
pulled out slowly and entered her vagina, she shuddered, and was limp.
He lowered her arms, and grabbed her hair, and pushed her to her knees,
still silent, and she opened her mouth obediently as he slid his penis
down her delicate whtie throat. He came. She smiled quietly and he
patted her on the arse, "Thank you Miss Smith" he said as
she buttoned up her blouse and retied her hair, "We'll see you
next Thursday" and he got up and open the door and she left,
quietly having never said a word through the entire exchange.
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