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Great now can we make a quick exit?
I thought that once I told them that nothing’s going on that they would stop going on about Christian, but I can see that they came here on a mission. It wasn’t to have lunch; it was to grill me about my boss.
“We’ll have to come here again, a good choice if I do say so myself,” Amanda says as she slides her ass from the seat.
“We can call it our checking on the boss zone. Any updates about Christian, the fuckaholic boss we can discuss here,” Jean says as she follows Amanda.
“Yep, we can quiz Isobel every other day and see if he has made a pass.
I slide from my seat and take extra care not to reveal that I’m not wearing panties, that’ll surely give the game away to the girls.
As we start to walk back to the office, I ponder over what they said. I can feel myself being proud about not revealing the truth to them. Christian has never made a pass at any of the girls, but he looks at me in a different way, has he broken his cardinal rule? Or is it me who has got to him. Do I possess something that makes him want to break his rule and want me as much as I want him? Either way, he’s going to get it, because I’ll keep making sure that I pass all of his tests with flying colors.
Chapter 11
Christian
I call Isobel knowing that they’ll be no trace of my instructions. I’ve never mixed business with pleasure, this is the first and most likely last time that I’ll ever do this. I’ve come too far now to turn back, but it doesn’t mean that I’m taking any fucking chances.
“Tonight, make sure that you come back to the office at eight.”
I don’t believe in small talk, so I just get down to it. I left the office around lunchtime, because I had a meeting. I know that it’s just after five. She may be leaving soon, so I want to grab her before she goes.
“Where should I go Christian?”
“To my office. Remember what you did for that dirty cowboy. I want you to do it again, but this time for me. I want to see you come on my desk.”
“Oh my,” she sighs and I can hear the excitement in her voice.
“There’s some lingerie in there, I want you to put it on before you leave for the night. Then come back at nine, don’t worry they’ll be a car to pick you up. Just wear the raincoat and the lingerie. Nothing else.”
Four more hours to go, I’ll just get on with work until then. I keep looking at my watch, waiting for the time to pass. I wish that I’d made it sooner. Then the next thing I know it’s getting to eight, so I sit patiently and excited, I mutter to myself, come on babe, do it for me. I can imagine the smell of her come on my desk as I’m working, running my fingers in her pussy and sniffing my fingers.
I see on the screen that my office door’s opening, Isobel enters the room and walks towards the computer, I send a message that I can see her, but I’ve turned my video off, tonight’s all about her.
“Dance for me!”
I watch as Isobel starts to move, her hands raise above her head as she runs her fingers through her hair, she swivels her hips and turns to face away from the camera.
I watch excitedly as she lifts off her low-cut top, her breasts falling freely; she’s not wearing a bra. Isobel cups her breasts and pinches her nipples; she leans towards the camera, her nipples look huge on my screen. Her body’s perfect, and she doesn’t even know it.
I feel my cock twitching as she caresses her breasts and then slowly slides her skirt to the floor, her tiny panties just covering her sweet pussy from my view. Isobel slides her hand inside her panties and mocks me with a fake finger fuck. She licks her finger as if it was my cock in her mouth.
My pants are bulging, I lean back and unbuckle my belt as I stare at the screen, “Put on the stockings and suspenders,” I type wanting to see more of her in so many different ways.
I watch as Isobel slowly rolls the stockings up her legs and slides into the suspender belt, the black highlighted by the fairness of her body.
Isobel leans on my desk and jiggles her fat ass and slaps herself playfully. My cock’s bursting to become free from the confines of my pants. I open the zipper and let my pants fall to the floor, I quickly remove my shirt and lean back into my chair, the cold leather sending an icy chill up my spine.
My cock’s laying on my belly, and it’s twitching as I keep my eyes fixated on the screen. Isobel climbs onto my desk on all fours and playfully crawls away from the camera. I can see her pussy between her legs, and I grab my cock in appreciation of the view. Isobel looks over her shoulder towards the camera as I see her hand reach between her legs and her finger caresses her pinkness as it moistens. Oh, yeah!
“Spread your fucking pussy,” I want to see it. I’ve waited so fucking long!
Isobel reads the messag
e and lays on her back, her legs raised in the air as she widens them, my cock springs to life and slaps my belly harder than before.
“Fuck yourself,” I’m like a greedy little teenager, wanting more and not ever getting enough.
