Do you remember that corporate party I was planning for so long? The black dress, those heels I could barely walk in? You know, the one you couldn't go to because you had the flu. So... Sit down. I need to tell you something. It all started with wine. Lots of wine. That idiotic chanting contest, Sergei Mikhailovich, my boss, that mustachioed goat that everyone complains about, he was sitting next to me. He kept pouring me more. He said that I was the most beautiful today, that he hadn't even noticed such an assistant in his office. And he kept staring at my cleavage. I saw where he was looking, damn it. Then the music started loud, dancing. He pressed himself against me in the crowd, I felt his palm on my lower back. So hot, so heavy. I tried to move away, but he didn’t take his hand away. He whispered: “Let’s get out of here, it’s too noisy here. Let’s go to my office, I have some good cognac there.” And I... I knew that I shouldn’t. But the wine in my head was like a fog, and those eyes of his, so hungry. And I became curious. We went. On the way I almost broke my neck on those damn heels, he held my arm. His office is huge, dark, only light from the street. He didn't pour me cognac, but immediately pressed me against the door. And kissed me. Roughly. I didn't even have time to squeak, and his tongue was already in my mouth, and his hand was on my skirt. I mumbled something like, "Sergey Mikhailovich, don't...", but it sounded so stupid, as if I was just being polite. Because I was already burning up. He lifted my skirt, and there were black tights, remember the ones you bought yourself? He ran his fingers along the elastic, and then just stuck his hand inside. Into the panties. I shuddered all over. He whispered, "So wet... And all for me?" And off we go. He sat me down on his stupid huge table, swept some papers off the table. He took these tights off me, just tore them off, the nylon tore, to hell. Panties aside too. And he stands between my legs, watches me as I am completely naked under my skirt, and only a bra on top. And he strokes me... with his fingers. He runs his fingers along the very middle, along this mound, along the clitoris, you know how I like it. In circles, hard. Moans are just coming out of my mouth, I bite my lip, but I can't keep quiet. Then he unzips his fly. And takes it out. God, Sasha... It's so big. Just huge. Thick and sinewy. I was even a little scared. But he didn't wait, he just came up, ran bukvoeb.run along the entrance to my vagina, all over the wetness, and... and entered. Not all the way, first just the head, and then sharply, deeply, in one movement. I screamed from this, because he filled me completely, to the very end. And then he started fucking me. Hard. Not like you, gently. But like he owned me, you know? Like I was his thing. He held me by the hips, pulled me toward him with every thrust, and pounded me so hard that the table creaked and bounced. I was bracing myself with my hands on the tabletop, and he unfastened my bra with one hand, threw it off, and started kneading my tits, pinching my nipples. It was painful, but pleasant, to the point of stupefaction. I must have come twice already, just from the way he was impaling me on his machine. Then he pulled out his dick, it was all glistening with secretions, and he said, "Now you suck." And I... I knelt down in front of him, right on the carpet. I took it in my hand, it was so heavy, so hot. And I started sucking. I wrapped my lips around it, trying to take it deeper, but it was so big that I choked. Drool was running down my chin, my mascara was smeared, I felt like such a slut, but I loved it so much. He held my head and moved his hips, fucking my mouth. He came on my face and chest. Hot sperm, there was a lot of it. It flowed down my skin, I could smell it. We were both breathing like steam engines. He looked at me, all smeared, smiled his nasty grin and said: "Don't be late for work on Monday." That's how it all happened. I barely made it to the taxi, my legs were shaking, everything between my legs was hurting, and inside... inside I can still feel him.