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The next day when Olivia comes into the office, she finds Mr. Wellington already there and on the telephone. She smiles and mouths a silent "Good Morning" to him and quietly slips over to her desk putting her things down. She sits there quietly as she listens to the phone call in case she is needed. Mr. Wellington is talking to a client and she learns that he will be coming to the office that afternoon. She makes a note of that – she may be needed at that meeting.
Mr. Wellington finishes the phone call then turns to Olivia. "Hello, my dear. Sorry about that but my business partner called first thing this morning. He needs to go over some details about the bar," he says.
"The bar?" Olivia asks a bit confused.
"Oh, yes, I haven't told you about the bar!" he says, "I am part owner in a private bar, The Crow's Nest Tavern. My partner, Mr. Quincy, who you will meet this afternoon, and I run the place – I don't plan on being a lawyer forever! We went in together to buy the place a few years ago. It was a regular bar at the time but because of it's location it wasn't doing very good. Not too many off the street people go to the top of the Monroe Building just to drink! But once we remodeled the place and called it a private club, it took off and now it's doing great!"
"Oh, I see," Olivia says.
"Which reminds me, I need to get you into the bar as well. Since you are my personal secretary, you will be going there with me and you will need to be a member too. Our club is an exclusive one – you have to be a member to get in the door. We have a lot of lawyers, financial folks, some doctors, and other important businessmen as members. We keep the names to ourselves... most of our members don't want their names spread around, so discretion is important. But I don't have to worry about that with you," he says.
"No Sir," Olivia says.
"Now normally you have to be nominated and voted on by the members, but because you are my secretary that's not the case this time. But I have to warn you, there aren't very many women in the membership, so you will probably be hit on a lot whenever you are there!" he says jokingly.
"Oh, don't worry about that Mr. Wellington... I have all I need right here in this office!" she says as she kisses his cheek.
"Sucking up to the owner of the bar are you?" he jokes.
"Only if he wishes me to," she plays along.
"You will have your chance later, my dear, don't you worry about that. I'm not about to let that wonderfully talented mouth go to waste!" he says.
"Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing a lovely pink at the compliment.
The day progresses until soon it's nearing lunchtime. Mr. Wellington calls Olivia to his desk.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" she says.
"Yes, Olivia. This afternoon my business partner, Mr. Quincy, will be stopping by. I want you to meet him as you will be seeing a lot of him both here and at the bar, and he needs to know who you are as well. So why don't you go ahead and go to lunch? I have some work here to do before Mr. Quincy gets here, and when you come back, you can prepare for the meeting," he says.
"Yes, Sir, I will be back before lunch is over though. Should I bring you something?" she asks.
"No, thank you, dear. I will have something brought up. I do this a lot as you will learn so it's nothing new. You go, have a good lunch. I will be needing your 'services' this afternoon, so you'll need your strength!" he says, winking at her.
"Yes, Sir... I look forward to 'serving you,'" she says, blushing and giggling.
After her lunch was over, Olivia returns to the office, wanting to get back early to prepare for the meeting as well as check to see that Mr. Wellington had eaten something for lunch. Olivia had taken her job as his personal secretary to heart – she had become more like a girlfriend than a secretary. She took care of his personal care as much as she did his business care.
As his secretary, she makes sure his business affairs are in order; making sure he doesn't miss any meetings or appointments, screens his calls, and does whatever typing filing and emailing he needs done. On a more personal side she makes sure he eats when he was supposed to and when she comes to his place, she makes sure his house is clean, she does the laundry and made sure he has clean clothes to wear for work for the next few days.
"Did you have something for lunch, Sir?" Olivia says when she returns to the office.
"Yes, my dear, I had some lunch, you needn't worry yourself over me!" he says chuckling.
"Well, Sir, you did hire me as your personal secretary... part of that job is fussing over you," she says with a smile.
"And I do appreciate your concern, my sweet slut. You do take care of me," he says, kissing her hand.
"It is my pleasure, Sir. You take pretty good care of me too!" she says, giggling. Olivia excuses herself to go to the bathroom and make sure her clothes and makeup were spot on before the meeting. Making a good first impression is important to her and she wants to be sure that Mr. Quincy likes her.
A few minutes later, there is a knock on Mr. Wellington's office door. Olivia answered the door,"Yes, Can I help you, Sir?"
"Bob Quincy here to see Mr. Wellington," he says.
"Oh, yes, of course Mr. Quincy. Mr. Wellington is expecting you. Please come in, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" she asks.
"No, thank you, I'm good," he says.
"Very well, then," she says. Olivia shuts the door and goes to sit in her seat, ready for the meeting between the two men.
"I have to tell you, Jack, you have done pretty well for yourself," he says looking over at Olivia. Olivia blushes a bit and raises her eyes to look at him as she keeps her head down.
Robert Quincy is an attractive man in his own right. Younger than Mr. Wellington by a few years he is a little shorter than Mr. Wellington's six foot height but Mr. Quincy was stockier – looking more like a football player than Mr. Wellington. Robert Quincy has short sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders and a deep powerful chest. His blue eyes sparkle when he looks at Olivia and his smile practically melts her heart.
The two men start talking business and Olivia takes notes as they discuss the bar. There are ordering the liquor issues, they discuss a few new member petitions, and some other issues that need attention. As they talk, Mr. Quincy keeps looking over at see if he is talking too fast for Olivia to take notes.
"Are we going too fast for you, honey?" Mr. Quincy asks.
"Oh, no, sir, I am keeping up just fine, thank you," Olivia says.
"Olivia, here is a very good secretary and she is quite capable in her duties," Mr. Wellington says.
"Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing at the compliment.
As the meeting progresses, Mr. Wellington notices that Olivia keeps glancing up at Mr. Quincy, looking quickly and then back down so she wouldn't get caught. Mr. Wellington smiles to himself, seeing that Olivia is a little sweet on his partner.
"Olivia dear, would you get me another cup of coffee? I am having a hard time concentrating here. Would you like a refill too Robert?" Mr. Wellington asks.
"I don't mind if I do," Mr. Quincy says.
Olivia goes off to get the coffees and while she is gone Mr. Wellington talks to Mr. Quincy. "Robert, I have noticed Olivia has been shooting you little glances this whole meeting. I think she may have a little crush. I'm going to see if I can play on it when she comes back. Follow my lead!" Mr. Wellington says.
After about a half hour, Mr. Wellington taps Mr. Quincy on the leg then excuses himself from the meeting. This is Mr. Quincy's cue. "Good, I'm glad he's stepped out. Olivia, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I caught you shooting me little glances during the meeting. It's okay because... geez how do I put this... well, I think you are pretty damn sexy!" he says, putting his hand on her thigh.
"You do?" Olivia asks.
"Yes, I do. And I know that he is your boss and you have a certain amount of loyalty to him, but I..." Mr. Quincy starts to say.
"Mr. Quincy, I appreciate that you think I'm sexy - I'm flattered, really. But I can't... I belong to Mr. Wellington. He is my boss and... well, I belong to him. I'm sorry, I just don't want you and him to have any problems over me," Olivia says.
"I appreciate your honesty and straightforwardness. Me and Jack have been friends and partners for a long time. I can see you mean a lot to him and vice versa. He is a very lucky man," Mr. Quincy says.
"Thank you Sir, and thank you for understanding," Olivia says. Just then Mr. Wellington comes back into the meeting room.
"So what's going on? What have you two been doing?" he says, jokingly.
"Nothing, Sir," Olivia says quickly.
"Oh, I tried to get to know your girl here a bit better, but she says she belongs to you and wouldn't accept my attentions," Mr. Quincy says. "You got a good girl here."
Olivia sits there almost embarrassed that she has somehow started all this. The last thing she wanted to do was cause Mr. Wellington any problems, especially with friends and business partners. But her furtive glances towards Mr. Quincy have.
"Yes I do have a good girl. But I also want to be sure she is on good terms with the people I deal with. And the three of us will be working together a lot, so I think getting to know each other better is important too," Mr. Wellington says. "Olivia dear, come over here,"
Olivia comes over to stand in front of Mr. Wellington. He turns her to face Mr. Quincy and stands close behind her. "Do you trust me Olivia?" he asks her.
"Yes, Sir," Olivia replies.
"No, I said do you trust me Olivia?" he repeats again.
"Yes, Sir. I trust you completely," she says, turning to face him.
"Good," he says, and turns her back around to face Mr. Quincy. Mr. Wellington places his hand on her shoulders and slowly slips the shoulder straps of her red dress off. Olivia had worn a short stretch-knit mini-dress with a sexy low-cut front and barely enough hem to keep from revealing what she wasn't wearing under it! Mr. Wellington slips the shoulder straps down her arms and then scoops out her bra-less breasts out in full view.
Olivia gasps as she is being undressed in front of this strange man, but Mr. Wellington had asked her if she trusted him. And she did, but she certainly wasn't expecting to be made a display like this!
"Yes, I have a good girl... a very beautiful girl here," he says, as he fondles her breasts and rolls her hard nipples between his fingers. Olivia has recovered from her initial shock and is now enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. She softly moans and lays her head over on one arm as he continues toying with her young breasts.
Olivia can feel her pussy getting wet and she is afraid that if he doesn't stop, she will ruin her dress. But he knows very well what he is doing to her and just before any damage to her sexy dress can happen, he fixs the problem.
"Olivia my sweet, please remove your dress and lie down on the desk please," he instructs her. Mr. Wellington says it so calmly and matter-of-factly... as if he is asking her to take a letter or file some paperwork. Olivia removes her dress, leaving her in only her stockings and heels, and lays the garment over the back of her chair, climbing up on the desk as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. She lays lengthwise on her back with her knees up and her shoes planted on the desktop. The desk was cold at first but the wood top warms to her skin quickly.
"Robert, you are the guest here so I will give you the choice – heads or tails?" he asks.
"Well," he says looking at the delicious buffet before him, "I believe I will take tails, but before I get to the main course, do you mind if I have a little appetizer?"
"No not at all! Be my guest!" he says. Mr. Quincy then moves around between Olivia's legs and traces a finger around her already dripping slit. Olivia feels his touch and moaned softly... the talk and teasing the men are doing only serves to stoke the fire that already burns hot in her pussy.
That fire erupts into an inferno as Olivia feels Mr. Quincy's mouth fasten over her eager pussy and his tongue slips between her soft folds and burrows deep inside her.
"Oh my God, Sir!" she cries out as he makes himself at home between her long lean legs. He begins feasting on her sweet juices and the tender flesh of her pussy lips. Mr. Wellington watches with interest as his girl arches her back and claws at the desk, her lust quickly becoming more than she can bear. Olivia lay on the desk moaning and writhing as Mr. Quincy's expert tongue dances and wriggles inside her steaming hole, licking and lapping up all the sweet juice he can find there.
Olivia can feel herself getting very close to cumming and she wants to make sure that she announces it as she has been taught. "Oh God Sirs! Oh I'm going to cum! Please, please make me cum! Ohhh..." she cries out. And sure enough, only a few seconds she explodes in a tremendous orgasm. She bucks and writhes and twists to the point where Mr. Quincy has to hold her down so she won't fall off the desk! Finally the convulsions wane and she lays on the desk panting and leaking pussy juice from her happy hole.
But the men haven't even begun to play yet. Mr. Quincy stands up and slips his middle two fingers into her wet slick hole, using the first and pinkie as guides. He curls his inside fingers up to rub against her g-spot and using short fast strokes he begins to fingerfuck her rapidly. This technique brings her back to the edge quickly and within a minute or so she is cumming once again, raising her ass high in the air as she squirts her juices out forcefully.
"Oh, my God, Ohhh FUUCCKKK!!" she screams out as the second orgasm hits her like a tsunami wave. She arches and her legs shake with effort as she cums. Mr. Quincy lets her expel her juices, then pushes her back down on the desk. Giving a nod to Mr. Wellington to hold her hands over her head, Mr. Quincy puts his fingers back inside her and once again he brings her to a crashing orgasm. This time though he goes straight back in bringing her off two more times in quick succession.
"Please... please, I can't... please..." she gasps as she tries to suck in ragged breaths. But the men have other ideas in mind. Mr. Quincy lets her relax just long enough for him to drop his pants and move between her legs with a hard stiff and admirably large cock. With her more than well lubed, he doesn't have to worry about that. He simply puts the head of his cock at her entrance and in one slick swift motion he buries himself complete inside her.
"FFUUUCCCCKKKMEEEEE!!" Olivia screams both in shock and surprise. She can feel his thick fat cock filling her pussy like it hadn't been filled in a long time. The hard cock stretches her pussy walls and she can feel every delicious ridge and vein.
Mr. Quincy does fuck her – as soon as he hits the bottom of her well and bumps against her cervix, he pulls completely out, only to plunge back in again. Over and over he stabs at her, clearing her pussy with every withdrawal and watching as his meatsword opens her back up again.
Olivia grabs the edges of the desk and holds on tightly, enjoying the ride. As Mr. Quincy pounds her pussy for all he is worth, not being gentle at all, Olivia moans and cries out in joyous rapture. Mr. Quincy adds a little extra to his efforts by using a free hand to rub her clit as he pounds in and out of her. This makes her squirm and squeal all the more and Mr. Wellington is a little afraid that someone might come in or call the building security thinking something bad is happening.
"I think we are going to have to do something about all the racket you are making slut!" Mr. Wellington says. He undoes his own pants and steps to her head. Pulling her slightly towards him, her head slips over the edge of the desk stretching out her throat. "Open up!" he commands and Olivia knows just what is coming. She licks her lips quickly and opens her mouth. Mr. Wellington slides his cock into her mouth and as she takes a deep breath, he slides on down her throat.
Olivia has had practice deep-throating Mr. Wellington over the time she has worked for him so she knew how much of him she could take. Mr. Wellington also knows of her abilities and goes as deep into her throat as he dares holding himself there until her moans and sounds tell him she needs a breath. He facefucks her until she cums again. He pulls out of her mouth as she orgasms gasping and screaming her pleasure.
By now Olivia's clenching pussy walls have brought Mr. Quincy to his own orgasm and with a deep guttural groan he unloads a huge wad of sticky white cum deep in her belly, sending Olivia into another orgasm as it sears her womb wall. Mr. Wellington pinches and twists Olivia's nipples adding to the sensation overload in her brain. Olivia is about out of her mind with pleasure, screaming and thrashing around on the table.
Finally, after what to her seemed like an eternity, her chain-orgasm passes and she is left panting and sweat drenched on the table moaning and leaking cum and pussy juice onto the table and floor. The men give the poor bedraggled girl a few moments to calm down and collect herself a bit. Then Mr. Wellington drags her off the table and down onto the floor on her knees.
"Now finish up your duties... our guest here needs to get going so clean him up and make him presentable. Then you can do me!" Mr. Wellington says. Olivia smiles up at him knowing just what he means. She takes Mr. Quincy into her mouth licking and sucking the last remaining drops of cum from him and licking his cock spotlessly clean. Then she tucks him back in, zipping him up and finishing with a respectful thank you kiss on his crotch. She turns to Mr. Wellington and repeats the procedure until both men look as if nothing ever happened.
"Good girl. Now while I say goodbye to our guest, you may go get cleaned up yourself, it's almost time to go home," he says. And Olivia pads off to the bathroom, happy that the day ended so satisfying for her.
Mr. Wellington finishes the phone call then turns to Olivia. "Hello, my dear. Sorry about that but my business partner called first thing this morning. He needs to go over some details about the bar," he says.
"The bar?" Olivia asks a bit confused.
"Oh, yes, I haven't told you about the bar!" he says, "I am part owner in a private bar, The Crow's Nest Tavern. My partner, Mr. Quincy, who you will meet this afternoon, and I run the place – I don't plan on being a lawyer forever! We went in together to buy the place a few years ago. It was a regular bar at the time but because of it's location it wasn't doing very good. Not too many off the street people go to the top of the Monroe Building just to drink! But once we remodeled the place and called it a private club, it took off and now it's doing great!"
"Oh, I see," Olivia says.
"Which reminds me, I need to get you into the bar as well. Since you are my personal secretary, you will be going there with me and you will need to be a member too. Our club is an exclusive one – you have to be a member to get in the door. We have a lot of lawyers, financial folks, some doctors, and other important businessmen as members. We keep the names to ourselves... most of our members don't want their names spread around, so discretion is important. But I don't have to worry about that with you," he says.
"No Sir," Olivia says.
"Now normally you have to be nominated and voted on by the members, but because you are my secretary that's not the case this time. But I have to warn you, there aren't very many women in the membership, so you will probably be hit on a lot whenever you are there!" he says jokingly.
"Oh, don't worry about that Mr. Wellington... I have all I need right here in this office!" she says as she kisses his cheek.
"Sucking up to the owner of the bar are you?" he jokes.
"Only if he wishes me to," she plays along.
"You will have your chance later, my dear, don't you worry about that. I'm not about to let that wonderfully talented mouth go to waste!" he says.
"Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing a lovely pink at the compliment.
The day progresses until soon it's nearing lunchtime. Mr. Wellington calls Olivia to his desk.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?" she says.
"Yes, Olivia. This afternoon my business partner, Mr. Quincy, will be stopping by. I want you to meet him as you will be seeing a lot of him both here and at the bar, and he needs to know who you are as well. So why don't you go ahead and go to lunch? I have some work here to do before Mr. Quincy gets here, and when you come back, you can prepare for the meeting," he says.
"Yes, Sir, I will be back before lunch is over though. Should I bring you something?" she asks.
"No, thank you, dear. I will have something brought up. I do this a lot as you will learn so it's nothing new. You go, have a good lunch. I will be needing your 'services' this afternoon, so you'll need your strength!" he says, winking at her.
"Yes, Sir... I look forward to 'serving you,'" she says, blushing and giggling.
After her lunch was over, Olivia returns to the office, wanting to get back early to prepare for the meeting as well as check to see that Mr. Wellington had eaten something for lunch. Olivia had taken her job as his personal secretary to heart – she had become more like a girlfriend than a secretary. She took care of his personal care as much as she did his business care.
As his secretary, she makes sure his business affairs are in order; making sure he doesn't miss any meetings or appointments, screens his calls, and does whatever typing filing and emailing he needs done. On a more personal side she makes sure he eats when he was supposed to and when she comes to his place, she makes sure his house is clean, she does the laundry and made sure he has clean clothes to wear for work for the next few days.
"Did you have something for lunch, Sir?" Olivia says when she returns to the office.
"Yes, my dear, I had some lunch, you needn't worry yourself over me!" he says chuckling.
"Well, Sir, you did hire me as your personal secretary... part of that job is fussing over you," she says with a smile.
"And I do appreciate your concern, my sweet slut. You do take care of me," he says, kissing her hand.
"It is my pleasure, Sir. You take pretty good care of me too!" she says, giggling. Olivia excuses herself to go to the bathroom and make sure her clothes and makeup were spot on before the meeting. Making a good first impression is important to her and she wants to be sure that Mr. Quincy likes her.
A few minutes later, there is a knock on Mr. Wellington's office door. Olivia answered the door,"Yes, Can I help you, Sir?"
"Bob Quincy here to see Mr. Wellington," he says.
"Oh, yes, of course Mr. Quincy. Mr. Wellington is expecting you. Please come in, can I get you a cup of coffee or something?" she asks.
"No, thank you, I'm good," he says.
"Very well, then," she says. Olivia shuts the door and goes to sit in her seat, ready for the meeting between the two men.
"I have to tell you, Jack, you have done pretty well for yourself," he says looking over at Olivia. Olivia blushes a bit and raises her eyes to look at him as she keeps her head down.
Robert Quincy is an attractive man in his own right. Younger than Mr. Wellington by a few years he is a little shorter than Mr. Wellington's six foot height but Mr. Quincy was stockier – looking more like a football player than Mr. Wellington. Robert Quincy has short sandy blonde hair, broad shoulders and a deep powerful chest. His blue eyes sparkle when he looks at Olivia and his smile practically melts her heart.
The two men start talking business and Olivia takes notes as they discuss the bar. There are ordering the liquor issues, they discuss a few new member petitions, and some other issues that need attention. As they talk, Mr. Quincy keeps looking over at see if he is talking too fast for Olivia to take notes.
"Are we going too fast for you, honey?" Mr. Quincy asks.
"Oh, no, sir, I am keeping up just fine, thank you," Olivia says.
"Olivia, here is a very good secretary and she is quite capable in her duties," Mr. Wellington says.
"Thank you, Sir," Olivia says, blushing at the compliment.
As the meeting progresses, Mr. Wellington notices that Olivia keeps glancing up at Mr. Quincy, looking quickly and then back down so she wouldn't get caught. Mr. Wellington smiles to himself, seeing that Olivia is a little sweet on his partner.
"Olivia dear, would you get me another cup of coffee? I am having a hard time concentrating here. Would you like a refill too Robert?" Mr. Wellington asks.
"I don't mind if I do," Mr. Quincy says.
Olivia goes off to get the coffees and while she is gone Mr. Wellington talks to Mr. Quincy. "Robert, I have noticed Olivia has been shooting you little glances this whole meeting. I think she may have a little crush. I'm going to see if I can play on it when she comes back. Follow my lead!" Mr. Wellington says.
After about a half hour, Mr. Wellington taps Mr. Quincy on the leg then excuses himself from the meeting. This is Mr. Quincy's cue. "Good, I'm glad he's stepped out. Olivia, I hope I'm not being too forward, but I caught you shooting me little glances during the meeting. It's okay because... geez how do I put this... well, I think you are pretty damn sexy!" he says, putting his hand on her thigh.
"You do?" Olivia asks.
"Yes, I do. And I know that he is your boss and you have a certain amount of loyalty to him, but I..." Mr. Quincy starts to say.
"Mr. Quincy, I appreciate that you think I'm sexy - I'm flattered, really. But I can't... I belong to Mr. Wellington. He is my boss and... well, I belong to him. I'm sorry, I just don't want you and him to have any problems over me," Olivia says.
"I appreciate your honesty and straightforwardness. Me and Jack have been friends and partners for a long time. I can see you mean a lot to him and vice versa. He is a very lucky man," Mr. Quincy says.
"Thank you Sir, and thank you for understanding," Olivia says. Just then Mr. Wellington comes back into the meeting room.
"So what's going on? What have you two been doing?" he says, jokingly.
"Nothing, Sir," Olivia says quickly.
"Oh, I tried to get to know your girl here a bit better, but she says she belongs to you and wouldn't accept my attentions," Mr. Quincy says. "You got a good girl here."
Olivia sits there almost embarrassed that she has somehow started all this. The last thing she wanted to do was cause Mr. Wellington any problems, especially with friends and business partners. But her furtive glances towards Mr. Quincy have.
"Yes I do have a good girl. But I also want to be sure she is on good terms with the people I deal with. And the three of us will be working together a lot, so I think getting to know each other better is important too," Mr. Wellington says. "Olivia dear, come over here,"
Olivia comes over to stand in front of Mr. Wellington. He turns her to face Mr. Quincy and stands close behind her. "Do you trust me Olivia?" he asks her.
"Yes, Sir," Olivia replies.
"No, I said do you trust me Olivia?" he repeats again.
"Yes, Sir. I trust you completely," she says, turning to face him.
"Good," he says, and turns her back around to face Mr. Quincy. Mr. Wellington places his hand on her shoulders and slowly slips the shoulder straps of her red dress off. Olivia had worn a short stretch-knit mini-dress with a sexy low-cut front and barely enough hem to keep from revealing what she wasn't wearing under it! Mr. Wellington slips the shoulder straps down her arms and then scoops out her bra-less breasts out in full view.
Olivia gasps as she is being undressed in front of this strange man, but Mr. Wellington had asked her if she trusted him. And she did, but she certainly wasn't expecting to be made a display like this!
"Yes, I have a good girl... a very beautiful girl here," he says, as he fondles her breasts and rolls her hard nipples between his fingers. Olivia has recovered from her initial shock and is now enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. She softly moans and lays her head over on one arm as he continues toying with her young breasts.
Olivia can feel her pussy getting wet and she is afraid that if he doesn't stop, she will ruin her dress. But he knows very well what he is doing to her and just before any damage to her sexy dress can happen, he fixs the problem.
"Olivia my sweet, please remove your dress and lie down on the desk please," he instructs her. Mr. Wellington says it so calmly and matter-of-factly... as if he is asking her to take a letter or file some paperwork. Olivia removes her dress, leaving her in only her stockings and heels, and lays the garment over the back of her chair, climbing up on the desk as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. She lays lengthwise on her back with her knees up and her shoes planted on the desktop. The desk was cold at first but the wood top warms to her skin quickly.
"Robert, you are the guest here so I will give you the choice – heads or tails?" he asks.
"Well," he says looking at the delicious buffet before him, "I believe I will take tails, but before I get to the main course, do you mind if I have a little appetizer?"
"No not at all! Be my guest!" he says. Mr. Quincy then moves around between Olivia's legs and traces a finger around her already dripping slit. Olivia feels his touch and moaned softly... the talk and teasing the men are doing only serves to stoke the fire that already burns hot in her pussy.
That fire erupts into an inferno as Olivia feels Mr. Quincy's mouth fasten over her eager pussy and his tongue slips between her soft folds and burrows deep inside her.
"Oh my God, Sir!" she cries out as he makes himself at home between her long lean legs. He begins feasting on her sweet juices and the tender flesh of her pussy lips. Mr. Wellington watches with interest as his girl arches her back and claws at the desk, her lust quickly becoming more than she can bear. Olivia lay on the desk moaning and writhing as Mr. Quincy's expert tongue dances and wriggles inside her steaming hole, licking and lapping up all the sweet juice he can find there.
Olivia can feel herself getting very close to cumming and she wants to make sure that she announces it as she has been taught. "Oh God Sirs! Oh I'm going to cum! Please, please make me cum! Ohhh..." she cries out. And sure enough, only a few seconds she explodes in a tremendous orgasm. She bucks and writhes and twists to the point where Mr. Quincy has to hold her down so she won't fall off the desk! Finally the convulsions wane and she lays on the desk panting and leaking pussy juice from her happy hole.
But the men haven't even begun to play yet. Mr. Quincy stands up and slips his middle two fingers into her wet slick hole, using the first and pinkie as guides. He curls his inside fingers up to rub against her g-spot and using short fast strokes he begins to fingerfuck her rapidly. This technique brings her back to the edge quickly and within a minute or so she is cumming once again, raising her ass high in the air as she squirts her juices out forcefully.
"Oh, my God, Ohhh FUUCCKKK!!" she screams out as the second orgasm hits her like a tsunami wave. She arches and her legs shake with effort as she cums. Mr. Quincy lets her expel her juices, then pushes her back down on the desk. Giving a nod to Mr. Wellington to hold her hands over her head, Mr. Quincy puts his fingers back inside her and once again he brings her to a crashing orgasm. This time though he goes straight back in bringing her off two more times in quick succession.
"Please... please, I can't... please..." she gasps as she tries to suck in ragged breaths. But the men have other ideas in mind. Mr. Quincy lets her relax just long enough for him to drop his pants and move between her legs with a hard stiff and admirably large cock. With her more than well lubed, he doesn't have to worry about that. He simply puts the head of his cock at her entrance and in one slick swift motion he buries himself complete inside her.
"FFUUUCCCCKKKMEEEEE!!" Olivia screams both in shock and surprise. She can feel his thick fat cock filling her pussy like it hadn't been filled in a long time. The hard cock stretches her pussy walls and she can feel every delicious ridge and vein.
Mr. Quincy does fuck her – as soon as he hits the bottom of her well and bumps against her cervix, he pulls completely out, only to plunge back in again. Over and over he stabs at her, clearing her pussy with every withdrawal and watching as his meatsword opens her back up again.
Olivia grabs the edges of the desk and holds on tightly, enjoying the ride. As Mr. Quincy pounds her pussy for all he is worth, not being gentle at all, Olivia moans and cries out in joyous rapture. Mr. Quincy adds a little extra to his efforts by using a free hand to rub her clit as he pounds in and out of her. This makes her squirm and squeal all the more and Mr. Wellington is a little afraid that someone might come in or call the building security thinking something bad is happening.
"I think we are going to have to do something about all the racket you are making slut!" Mr. Wellington says. He undoes his own pants and steps to her head. Pulling her slightly towards him, her head slips over the edge of the desk stretching out her throat. "Open up!" he commands and Olivia knows just what is coming. She licks her lips quickly and opens her mouth. Mr. Wellington slides his cock into her mouth and as she takes a deep breath, he slides on down her throat.
Olivia has had practice deep-throating Mr. Wellington over the time she has worked for him so she knew how much of him she could take. Mr. Wellington also knows of her abilities and goes as deep into her throat as he dares holding himself there until her moans and sounds tell him she needs a breath. He facefucks her until she cums again. He pulls out of her mouth as she orgasms gasping and screaming her pleasure.
By now Olivia's clenching pussy walls have brought Mr. Quincy to his own orgasm and with a deep guttural groan he unloads a huge wad of sticky white cum deep in her belly, sending Olivia into another orgasm as it sears her womb wall. Mr. Wellington pinches and twists Olivia's nipples adding to the sensation overload in her brain. Olivia is about out of her mind with pleasure, screaming and thrashing around on the table.
Finally, after what to her seemed like an eternity, her chain-orgasm passes and she is left panting and sweat drenched on the table moaning and leaking cum and pussy juice onto the table and floor. The men give the poor bedraggled girl a few moments to calm down and collect herself a bit. Then Mr. Wellington drags her off the table and down onto the floor on her knees.
"Now finish up your duties... our guest here needs to get going so clean him up and make him presentable. Then you can do me!" Mr. Wellington says. Olivia smiles up at him knowing just what he means. She takes Mr. Quincy into her mouth licking and sucking the last remaining drops of cum from him and licking his cock spotlessly clean. Then she tucks him back in, zipping him up and finishing with a respectful thank you kiss on his crotch. She turns to Mr. Wellington and repeats the procedure until both men look as if nothing ever happened.
"Good girl. Now while I say goodbye to our guest, you may go get cleaned up yourself, it's almost time to go home," he says. And Olivia pads off to the bathroom, happy that the day ended so satisfying for her.
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