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A Wife Secretary // Findarato and Lemon

He did what he wanted to, tugging at her this way and that throughout the evening, which obviously included her chair. Piper sat there, brows lifting with a subtle bout of interest as she felt one arm slide across her shoulders, the material of his suit grazing at her bare flesh. It was welcomed, and while she would have happily repeated the notion with his next action, she was scared to. After all, two men sat at their table, men whom they were lying to..

The blonde dipped her eyes down and watched as he pulled apart her legs with ease, knowing all too well that she was becoming wet with the thought of him touching her. His whisper fell upon ears that were full with the sound of her blood rushing, heart thumping erratically. It worsened as those devilish digits finally came into contact with the front of her panties, pushing against the thin, lacy material. They did little to hide her soft, puffy slit, something Thomas took complete advantage of.

She wanted to moan, to thrust her hips upwards in need, searching out more of the delicious friction he was giving her a taste of. But, alas, she couldn't afford to bring unwanted attention upon their mischievous acts hidden by the tablecloth. Teeth sank down into her bottom lip and she gazed up towards her boss in question, wondering if he realized the full extent of what he was doing. This.. this was going to change their relationship forever, wasn't it?

She quietly ordered herself some lasagna, knowing that hunger for food was not what currently buried itself in her stomach. It was a heat, a tiny spark that was beginning to lick at her insides, jestingly growing.. threatening to spread and swallow her whole. Gods, this was not what Piper had agreed to.

Before she could contain her urges, though, her own hand slipped over after the waiter had left, casing down a very toned thigh that was covered in pleated slacks. She nudged her hand down against the inner workings of it, before pulling back up and shamelessly pressing an identifiable weight to his groin. If he wanted to play that game, she'd happily return the gesture. Finishing off her champagne in the meantime, Piper worked the heel of her palm against him, following the arch of his softened cock, from root to tip.
 
Thomas took pleasure in knowing that when she ordered, the weakness of her voice was caused by his prying fingers. He was curious to see what other things he could do to have an effect on his secretary. He exchanged another joke with the two men who were clueless as to what was going on. Thomas was very careful in his actions to not let them know what was going on, his smiles and firm voice all concealed the sexual undertone that he was planning to finger and feel up his 'wife' in their very presence.

That was, until his resourceful secretary, took it upon herself to return the favor. Tommy already had the starting of an erection, and when she searched for his cock in his crotch, it showed itself. It rose up and pressed against his inner thigh, making a visible outline of itself as she started to palm it. Thomas's speech had been very articulate and precise as he spoke to the other two, but he found himself at a loss of words as his cock rapidly thickened and elongated itself due to her administrations. Tommy wasn't nearly as sexually active as he used to be. Of course he relieved himself every now and then, but the long years of not having a consistent partner, made him sensitive. He let out a small gasp that only she could hear, followed by another soft grunt. His legs spread, as if accepting her hand and encouraging it. She was his wife after all, wasn't she?

Not wanting to be outdone, his hand reaching towards her lap again. Once again, he pushed her legs apart to make sure he could have access. This time his hand wasted no time in shooting up straight to her panties. He pushed his finger tips directly into her panties, and forced the fabric of it to push into her pussy. He held it there, before he pulled away and forcefully maneuvered them out of the way to expose herself. Once she was bare, his finger tips repeated the process of gliding his finger tips up and down her slit, deliberately ignoring her clit.

He was at a severe disadvantage, however. Unlike her, he had to entertain and talk to the guests. "Yes.." he said, trying to steady his breathing. "That dish is quite excellent, but I think you made the right choice.." A small gasp that only Piper could hear. "Mr. Carter."
 
To know she could reduce him down to a man that was softly gasping, and giving light grunts.. spreading apart his legs, urging for her to continue? It was something alike a dream, Piper's vision going hazy at the corners whilst she glanced down towards Thomas' lap, curiously inspecting the sight that it beheld. There, she could see it. The thick, fat line of his cock beginning to cut straight up into the material of his pants. It had her mouth watering, the wanton urge to just lean over, undo his zipper with her teeth and coax his length out until it flopped heavily onto her tongue, far too strong.

The last time she had slept with a man had been in college. It was a drunken escapade, but one she had enjoyed all the same. She had been so pent up with aggression and stress, mirroring the traits of a tightly wound spring. All rigid, stubborn and unyielding to any gentle touches. She had needed that taken out of her with each hard, unforgiving thrust. The kind that had bruised her hips and ass for weeks, left her aching and feeling empty for about a month. Whoever that man had been, she could only thank him, grateful that he managed to get her through her last semester of schooling.

Maybe that's what she needed now, despite being considerably calmer and less short tempered. Piper was cursed with an urgency. A hallowed, gaping part of her wanted to be filled up, either literally or metaphorically. With the way Thomas was touching her right now, it was beginning to feel like he could give her both. Yet, that might be a completely different story when they managed to walk out of the front doors of this restaurant an hour or two from now. Until then, though? She'd grasp at his hardening shaft through his trousers, right at the base, just above his weighted balls, and give him a short, hard pump that made her thighs clamp down about his wrist in excitement.

His fingers were dancing across her sensitive cunt in a languid fashion and she whimpered, quickly covering up the sound with a cough. Patting at her mouth, the woman leaned over, breath panting out against the bolt of Thomas' jaw. "We're going to get into trouble," she murmured, a particular cool rush of air that hit her exposed, flushed core, edging her into his side even more.
 
The more she touched him, the less attention Thomas paid to the other two clients. Occasionally they gave him a curious look as they waited for him to respond. His eloquent speech had been reduced to simple nods of the head, or yes or no answers, vaguely explained. What he really wanted to do was to tell them to get the fuck out so he could throw Piper down on the table and remind her who her boss was by slamming his cock into her repeatedly until she was screaming for him to stop.

He was so into it that he did not even respond to Piper's whisper into his ear and near his jaw. A mere grunt. The table cloth was pulled as his arm accidentally caught it, the drinks' liquid rippling in their glasses as they nearly tipped over. In the same motion his fingers had pried deep into her wetness, forcefully pushing his masculine fingers into her folds. By now the two men were staring at them with blank expressions, it was all too obvious what was going on beneath the table.

He was faced with a dilemma. What would these men think of him if he suddenly excused himself along with his 'wife'? Would they applaud him, or would it affect their decision in a negative manner to invest in his company? The answer was clear, he shouldn't even risk it, he should just pretend nothing happened and sit down , and have her when it was all over.

Yet the throb in his cock that came repeatedly wanted to have his say. Thomas stood up. "If you'd excuse me... my wife and I have an appointment in the bathroom." It was incredibly crude, and yet, he was thoroughly aroused. He took her by the arm to pull her up. Once she was up, Mr. Brinton spoke. "By all means, Mr. Dalton," he said, a tone in his voice that could not be identified as negative or positive.

He would deal with the aftermath later. He gave the two men one last thing to look at, his hand reaching towards Piper's ass, where he grabbed one cheek, and thoroughly squeezed it for the two of them to see, without shame.
 
It happened in slow motion, the catching of the tablecloth, the rousing of their glasses.. and Piper could only react so quickly. Both of her hands shot up, trying to steady the delicate dishware as best she could. The motion had forced her body forward in a jerking rhythm and in turn, eased his fingers further against her tingling cunt. She was practically soaked by now, and was certain that if anyone dared to look, there would be a telltale spot of wetness left upon the rich cushion of the chair.

Of course, it wasn't her intention to put them in this predicament, firing up with embarrassment as the two before her, merely stared. They had been caught, something she wanted to avoid at all costs. How in the world, it got to this point.. she'd never know. It was all just a blur to her now, and Piper could only hope she'd be able to walk straight. Thomas made his point clear when he urged her up by the arm, eliciting a sharp sound of alarm from the woman. Trying to tug her dress down and fix her undergarments as best she could, Piper was walking with him towards the bathroom a moment later, practically making a beeline towards it.

Thankfully he had led her all of the way, seeing as she was completely new to this establishment and its layout. Their bathrooms had to be immaculate, and they were. Glossed marble flooring, a sprawling counter-top that was equally expensive.. it was grand, just like it should be. So, were they really going to do what she assumed he wanted to, right here and now?

Piper pulled herself away from her boss, turning about on the heels of her shoes. Gazing towards him, looking every bit as frisked as she felt, she could only let her lips part, no words coming out. What could she say? She wanted him.. so badly, and the way he looked, standing there, with his hardened prick pushing insistently against the zipper and button of his pants.. Useless, it was, trying to somehow redeem herself. All she could do was give him a shy, yet approving smile, hoping he'd make a decision for the both of them.
 
She was a mixture of adorable and incredibly sexy as she stood there in the bathroom with him, looking up at him for direction and guidance. He was surprised she had even gone along with this, and now that they had a moment to stare and look at each other, the gravity of all of it settled in. He had fingered his own secretary under a table.. while in front of two investors who could make his company become a very formidable one in America. He was risking it all to fuck this woman who had been his aid for over two years now. He could of had her at any time, yet now that he finally realized how badly he wanted her, he chose to have her when it was most inappropriate.

"Come here, Mrs. Dalton," he murmured. He took the woman by the hips and kissed her full on, his lips were already parted to seize her mouth in his control. His hands slipped around her to force her back to arch and her breasts to press into him as his tongue explored her mouth desperately, as if his life depended on it. It was important that, at least, he would continue to play their little game of husband and wife, so that the seriousness of it would only be realized when it was over.

The kiss was short lived as he pulled back. It was a public bathroom, so he took her by the hand and drew her to the far end. Thankfully, no one was inside. He drew her into a stall and closed the door, soon pressing his body against hers to compress her breasts against his skin as her back touched against the door. With no gap between them, he could press his cock directly against her, beneath the restraints of their clothing. "We don't have much time," he whispered as he broke the kiss, only to snatch her hands and to throw them against the door as it rattled and then kiss her again. In his impatience he hadn't even locked the stall.
 
His urging, and most importantly, what he called her made her smile widen, almost as if she were about to laugh and maybe she would have too, but soon enough her mouth was smothered with his own. She could barely breathe with how eager the motion felt, his tongue dipping wet and hot inside of her the instant she let her lips part. Making soft, eager sounds against him, Piper practically melted against the other. Arms thrown over his broad shoulders, grasping in nothing short of desperation at his attire. Every inch of her was burning up with desire, that spark that had teased at her earlier, now a complete inferno.

Dizzy with arousal, the taking of her hand and leading her down into the last stall, was quickly forgotten. All she knew, was that she was practically pinned up against the unlocked door now, panting across her boss' face. She wanted out of this dress, immediately. It was restraining, tight, and forced her to grow irritated with the way the velvet clung to her flushed, wet parts. Piper knew that wouldn't be happening, however, so she opted to take what she was given, and enjoy the bruising pushes he gave to her with his mouth.

"Mmpf.." Her lashes barely broke apart before she was giggling, enjoying the way he took hold of her hands, and forced them back on either side of her head. The strength that was lingering beneath the surface made her squirm, pressing bare thighs tightly together, trying to ease a bit of that mounting pressure between them. Struggling, as if to test him, Piper wriggled and moaned, biting at his bottom lip. Capturing it, she gave the flesh a hard tug before tangling her tongue once more with his, and drinking him in. "You're a wonderful kisser," she whispered to him after pulling back with the need to breathe. "Can you kiss both sets of lips on a woman that well," Piper asked, eyes dark with curiosity.
 
She was mildly drunk, he could tell. Yet he did not care, her giddiness was enjoyable. It was nice to see that she was young and playful, something that Thomas rarely got to deal with. Every time she struggled against his grip, he would deceptively allow her to pull her wrists off of the door a few inches, before he slammed them down again, the door rattling. At her question, he grinned against her lips, resting his fore head against her own. "You can be the judge of that later tonight," he whispered deviously, letting his tongue extend from his lips and swipe against her upper lip.

He had no idea if she even would want to. She was a good looking woman. He did not know much of her personal life, he did not inquire, he did not want to know. He assumed she had a boy friend considering her good looks, and the fact that she made a decent living as his secretary- he paid her well. What would happen if they both relieved themselves here? No, it was far better to relieve himself, and to tease her, to make her a wet mess before he finally gave her any attention. That way he could wrap her around his finger and she would do his bidding.

"Right now," he whispered, letting go of her hands as she ceased to struggle. His hands found her shoulders and he began to gradually press down. He kissed her softly, his eyes still open to make sure she did not break eye contact. "I want to see what a good cock sucker my wife is," he whispered again. Forcefully, he pressed down on her shoulders to reduce her to her knees before him. Anyone that walked into the bathroom now, would just have to duck their heads to see a set of dress shoes, obviously from a man, and a woman lowered to the floor in her heels, to know what was going on.
 
With the promise of this continuing on further into the night, Piper was least to say, more than excited. Her blood was running hot, like liquid steel through her veins. Pulsing in her ears, rushing about her head and making her helplessly dizzy. Gods, who would have known that this man would have such a hold on her, quite literally. Just by the way he licked at her upper lip and breathed against her kiss-swollen, bruised mouth, she was weak in the knees and only standing upright at the moment, because he forced her to.

Eyes never breaking contact, she let him ease her onto her knees, falling upon them like a slave, more than obedient and willing to serve him. Piper had promised after all, that she'd do anything for Thomas Dalton. So her hands, if a bit shaky, finally reached up and began to undo the clasp of his leather belt, tugging the buckle loose before she made work of his button and zipper. With his slacks splayed open now, she leaned in, pressing her pretty face against the straining groin that pushed up violently into the material of his boxers. A visible shudder ran down her spine and she grasped at the tops of them, pulling them under until they snapped teasingly beneath the heavy, heated weight of his balls.

The sight was mesmerizing, the blonde, looking like something akin to a pixie there on the bathroom floor, flushed and practically keening with want, admiring him for a good few moments. He'd see it in her eyes, that glint before she pushed those plush red lips of hers up against the underside of that thick tip, letting her bubblegum pink tongue brush out. Gathering the sticky sheen of pre-come that dared slip out, she curled the strong, wet muscle and stroked his ridge expertly, all the while keeping those bright, strangely hued eyes settled on Thomas' face the entire time.
 
His expression was blank as he watched his new found lover slowly descend to her knees without complaint or question. Why on earth hadn't he invited her to his office before to properly acquaint himself? He had no idea.. but they were going to need to make up for lost time.

His adam's apple bobbed in a swallow as she went to his pants, pulling them apart. Naturally, his cock pressed out into the gap that his opened zipper left, the thin material of white fabric that served as his boxers did very little to restrain his cock. His mouth fell open as she dressed her face to his cock- this was far better treatment than he had expected. She seemed more eager than him which seemed impossible considering the way his cock throbbed under his boxers.

When she pulled out his cock, she knew that she had found something worthwhile. It was large and heavy against her face, his head was swollen with redness from their earlier foreplay, and his girth seemed like her small hand would barely be able to fit around it. When she pushed her lips against it, his brow furrowed into a frown and gradually, his jaw grew loose and his mouth fell even more open. As her tongue touched against him his hips instinctively brushed out, his hands shooting up to grab at the flat surface the door, it rattled in affect. "Oh... Piper.." he groaned out, never breaking eye contact with her.

While he was half undressed, she would see that her boss was fairly in shape. The skin above his cock was taut, and there was a faintly visible line on either side of his hips running to his crotch. While he was not sexually active, he kept himself trimmed, a coarse layer of small hairs surrounding the base of his cock, dark in color. He reached down and began to unbutton the bottom of his shirt to make sure it would not fall in the way.
 
That reaction within itself was enough to spur her on to do more. Piper, while she was far from a prude, had only slept with a handful of men in her twenty-four years of existing. She could count them all upon one hand, and aside from her crazy little evening of a one-night stand back in college, she knew all of their names, and their mother's names. She was a good girl, always had been, but something told her that kneeling in a bathroom stall, with the head of her boss' cock wedged up against her parted lips, was far from morally correct.

She didn't care, though. She had stopped caring the moment he pushed his hand under her dress and started to play against her slit. This was serving to be one of the most exciting, nerve-wracking nights of her life. It showed in the way her eyes seemed to just sparkle, watching him eagerly as he began to unbutton the bottom of his shirt, revealing more of that tight, rigid lower stomach to her. Good thing she was already on the floor, otherwise she would have fallen due to the delicious sight he was unraveling for her.

Her palm brushed up against the thick, swollen base of his shaft, digits curling about it and keeping hold of the weighted, masculine organ. He smelled heavenly, a distinct musk that made her head dizzy with delight. His taste, however.. was what Piper enjoyed above all. By now she was stroking the flat of her tongue across his inches like a lollipop, coating him in her saliva before taking that angrily reddened tip into the warm, wet confines of her mouth and giving it a slow, audible suck.

She wondered how long it had been for Thomas, as she pushed forward, mouth stubbornly wrapped about the fat length of him all the while. Heat was beginning to prickle at her, right between her shoulder-blades, whilst her breathing was far more erratic than it had been previously. It was the fact that her lips were stretched around him by the time she managed to nestle him, hot and rigid, down in the recesses of her throat. Piper knew the corners of her mouth were going to be sore after this, but to hell with it. She pulled away, and went right back down until her cute little nose was tucked up against the bed of those trimmed, dark hairs.

Hands, desperate for foundation, reached out and grasped onto his hips then, dipping her thumbs against the indentations that ran down into his groin. The motions were sweet, affectionate, whilst she forced the muscles of her throat to contract, giving out a heady sound of enjoyment which would surely rumble from root, straight up to the tip of him.
 
With his dress shirt being unbuttoned, she was able to see a faint ripple of a muscular torso. He was no body builder, but the man, despite his age, was in shape. A trail of dark hair led to his crotch, on either side of it the firm toned muscles of his stomach resembled that of a swimmers. They were not overly prominent muscles, however, when he breathed she was able to make out the outline of each muscle.

"Oh my God," he repeated. If feeling her take him into her mouth and suck on him with affection, before pulling him deeper into her mouth didn't feel good, the sight of her young, pretty face having his very cock lodged between her lips was a sight to make any man go weak at the knees. He didn't want her to know how aroused he was, didn't want her to think he was sensitive and some push over when it came to sex, yet every fiber in his being was attracted to her so deeply that he did not want to ever leave the bathroom stall until they were both thoroughly satisfied.

However, knowing that two investors were waiting for them, made him need to rush things. Not to mention it had been so long since his cock had any attention. "You're a fucking good little wife," he growled at her, wanting to maintain his control over her. His foot tapped against the floor as she grabbed at his hips, it was obvious he could barely contain his pleasure. His own hands lowered to stroke through her hair, before he placed them at the lower part of her scalp, just above her neck to hold her in position.

His eyes held her gaze for a moment, letting her anticipate what he was going to do before he pulled at her head to bring it forward, and his hips jutted forward to meet her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth slowly, dragging his cock out from her lips, only to pull her head forward and strike his hips out. With every act, he grew more into it, doing it faster, her button nose pressed against his skin as he forced her to take his cock deep in her mouth. His balls swung forward to slap against her chin with every thrust.
 
This man.. he was surely something else. Just standing there in front of her, throbbing irately in the back of her throat, his muscles heaving beneath the smooth texture of his flesh all the while, taunting her.. fuck. Piper wanted to see him, to see all of him, but she knew she'd have to wait. She would need to get back up eventually, straighten out her dress, fix her hair and lipstick, look presentable once more so they could finish their dinner with those two intruding men. Yes, it might have been a meeting for them to begin with, but right now? She had to worry about making them wait, and she didn't enjoy that at all.

His words rang loud and clear in her head, the statement something she would have never, ever imagined Thomas saying. He.. he had a filthy mouth in bed, didn't he? She could see in the way his forearms clenched tight, just as he was wracking his large fingers through her hair, only to steady them at the base of her skull. He was all power beneath his pristine suit and tie. There was yet another side of him, that Piper hadn't dared get a peek at until now. The woman was practically soaked where she knelt, gazing up towards him with large, curious eyes, long lashes fluttering in a fit of anticipation. She wanted it, wanted him to thrust forward and use her mouth until he shot down heavy, thick spurt after heavy, thick spurt of his cum.

The first thrust was given, languidly followed by a second until he was moving before her like water, smooth motions of his hips which sent him straight home, into the moist recesses of her mouth. Piper was still, except for the way she grabbed and groped across his muscled abdomen, manicured nails biting against the protruding bones of his hips. She was growing quite fond of them, actually, wanting to put her mouth against one after the other, and lull them with her tongue greedily.

Knowing it was like this, that he'd find completion, she let her jaw go slack and wriggled that tricky wet muscle the entire time. Slurping and moaning about the mouthful of throbbing meat he practically fed to her, Piper was doing everything she possibly could, to make him cum. She wanted to watch him, being chipped away piece by perfect piece, unraveling and letting completely go. It had to be a beautiful sight, a man this matured and empowered.. drenching her taste-buds in his essence? That, in and of itself, just might make her reach completion too.
 
Soon the investors fell out of his mind as he stared at Piper, she was willing for him, she did not protest, she just kept his eyes level with him, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. The sight was all he needed to finally let go, to forget about everything except her and her mouth, and the dark desire to fill her mouth with his seed.

His hips began to buck at her rather than brush, his cock forcefully lodging itself down her throat. Carefully, his upper half leaned back so he could look down upon her face as he watched her lips contract and expand to the sight of his engorged shaft pummeling her red, pouty lips. He began to grunt in his efforts- it was a good thing his hands held her head steady, otherwise she would have been hitting the stall door with the back of her head. Rather than pulling her head forward he merely kept in place, her mouth serving as a hole for his fuck stick to thoroughly violate, which he did.

His precum and her saliva, served as ample lubrication for him to move faster. Drips of their combined juices began to leak out of her lips to seep out of her mouth, coating the top of her breasts as well as her dress. He still did not stop as he gritted his teeth together, his breathing was sharp and hitched with an occasional grunt riddling in his breath, he hissed in and out of them as he tried to find his finish.

It did not take him long before his cock tensed, and throbbed wildly in her mouth. He paused in his actions, his body freezing before he continued, riding it out. He gasped, his eyes fluttering close as his seed came in abundance in her mouth. Perhaps Piper had not been with many men as of late, but she knew from the amount of fluid that spilled into her mouth, that Thomas hadn't had sex in quite some time. His body fell forward, his body hunched over her as his torso pressed against her face, his hands grabbing the stall to brace himself. "Oh... my God.." was all he could say as the stall was filled with his heavy pants.

He felt shame and guilt for using her mouth like this, and also the fact that he did not last very long... he reminded himself that he would allow her to experience all of him in full as he stood there, feeling weak in the knees, breathing rapidly.
 
If someone had told her that she'd end up right like this in the middle of their business dinner, Piper would have laughed. Probably so hard, her sides would have been aching. This.. was definitely something she had not seen in her future. Thomas Dalton was a man of few words, considering when he did speak, it was only due to viable reason. He was pristine, cut sharp and all kingpin. Someone whom she admired from afar, due to being too afraid to get closer than necessary, out of fear he'd shun her away completely.

But look at them now? He was fucking her mouth in a bathroom stall, to the point sticky, thick saliva and pre-come were slipping out from between her kiss-bitten lips. The warmth of it was splattered upon her cleavage, only adding to the raunchiness of this entire situation. Piper, despite being taken aback by it all, kept at it. She gave herself completely over and let him do as he pleased, continuously thrusting against her face, over and over again until finally, he ceased up like a piston under pressure.

There was so much.. it was rushing across the points of her teeth, down her throat, swelling in her cheeks and making her give a slight whimper of distress. Swallowing it down as it came, Piper worked over his cock slowly, urging out every last drop she could possibly be given, despite the amount he had already offered up. Hoping he felt as good as he looked, the woman pulled away with a wet pop, panting against the softening texture of his fat, twitching length. He was salty and strong, all man in her mouth, something she licked and urged down into her tummy happily.

While he was recuperating, she went to work. Cleaning off any lingering bits of sticky mess, she slipped him back beneath his boxers which she gently eased into their rightful position. His shirt, which had been undone, was now buttoned and tucked into his pants, which Piper had also taken the privilege of fastening. He looked just as he had when they left the table after she was done, and she was pleased with herself, giving a small smile before tipping her chin up and admiring Thomas' face from this vantage point. "Feel better now," she asked gently, stroking across his thighs in a soothing, reassuring manner.
 
Thomas Dalton was not able to form any coherent thoughts except saying Wow in his mind, repeatedly. His secretary had been a willing servant for him to release his urges. The faint touch of her hands over his body as she cleaned him up and carefully readjusted his pants to buckle him back up was hardly felt as he tried to register everything that had happened. Now that he had been relieved, he felt more alert as his body regained control of its senses. The reality of all of it settled in, he had no idea what it meant between them.. only that he wanted more.

He cast her a half open smile that was filled with pants as he drew her up to kiss at her mouth delicately, despite where it had just been. A hand reached into his jacket, and he drew out a handkerchief to rub at her breasts, and her dress, wiping away the smear of the messy liquids that had come from her mouth. "After this dinner you're coming home with me," he said firmly against her lips. "No negotiations. I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to have to call in sick on Monday morning." Thank God it was a Friday.

"But yes, I feel much better," he said, smiling before he drew back. He straightened out her dress for her, attempted to readjust her blonde hair that he had grabbed at but it proved to be in vain. It was overly messy, but the two men would know the extent of their fuck that had just happened. "I'll make sure you feel better tonight.." he whispered, unlocking the door and giving her a final kiss.
 
Humbled by the fact that he didn't feel the need to shy away from kissing her, even if her mouth had just been thoroughly wrapped about his cock, Piper happily returned the gesture. She let her tongue dip inside that wet cavern, one that was becoming oddly familiar, despite the short time they had had with one another under these certain circumstances. "Hm.." A smile was left lazily on her when she felt him wipe away at the mess that was still on her cleavage, something she hadn't even bothered to notice, given she was too preoccupied with getting him clean instead.

So, she was coming home with him after all of this, with no exceptions? The way he said it let her know he wasn't taking no for an answer, which was silly to even think about. No way in hell, would she have ever declined such an appetizing offer. "Call in sick on Monday," she repeated, smile widening, "Wouldn't you know I was lying, though? After all, you're going to be my catalyst."

A hand stationed on the side of his face and she smoothed out the trimmed, dark hairs aligning the top of his head, "Good.. I'm glad I can make you feel better." And it was true. While she was a loyal, trust-worthy and upstanding employee, her ability to give him what he needed the most, was uncanny. Stepping out of the stall, she immediately made her way to the mirror and began fixing her attire. Straightening out her dress, and especially her hair. Running her fingers through the pale tresses worked miracles, and while she couldn't quite get rid of that everlasting flush that tinged her complexion, at least she wasn't walking proof of a quick romp in the bathroom.

Tossing him a look from over her shoulder, Piper rose a brow, "Still going to show me your gift at kissing a woman between the thighs?"
 
Setting his handkerchief aside, he looked at her with a laugh. "In all honesty, Ms. Jensson, you've been a very diligent employee over the last two years. A sick day here and there wouldn't hurt," he said with a shrug. She was a useful secretary, but he did not always need her. She could only help him so much, as he was the owner of the company, after all. He stepped out of the stall, watching her in the mirror before she turned her head over her shoulder to glance at him and asked him that question. He ignored it for the time being as his hand gave a firm swat to her rear as he positioned himself partially behind and to the side of her. "And if it's my cock making you 'sick', then by all means, you deserve a day off." Mr. Dalton would be rather pleased with himself if his secretary was wobbly on the knees come Monday.

He gave her a few moments to adjust her hair and straighten her dress, she was better at it than he was, so he waited patiently. When she was done he slipped an arm around her waist, and drew her towards the exit of the bathroom. It did not seem like he was going to answer her question. However, just before he opened the door and guided her out, he leaned in close to whisper into her ear. "I'll show you in the parking lot if you're a good girl." It was a promise, and a method to keep her in line, to make her willing to serve him, although Tommy didn't think that would be a problem.

Their timing was perfect. "We are back, gentleman," announced Tommy as they entered the room. The two men gave them pleasant smiles as if the two of them had just been on a stroll outside together. "Forgive us for the interruption, my wife and I simply don't get enough time together considering how busy we are with the company." They nodded in understanding, their features did not give in to say if they were displeased, but Mr. Brinton answered. "We're not vexed, Mr. Dalton. We had a discussion anyway in private. It was needed." Their features did not betray anything, but before Tommy could pursue the topic, the server came in with their food. Thomas helped Piper back into her seat before sitting down himself, and starting to enjoy his meal.
 
The fact that he was actually encouraging her to take advantage of her right to skip out on a few days of work amazed her. Honestly? Piper had never, ever thought he'd be one to understand. He always seemed so.. well, definitely not like this. Not the type of man to nearly finger her in the dining area of a fancy restaurant, whilst potential investors sat across from them. Not the type to urge her to the bathroom afterwards, so he could fuck her mouth hot and dirty, until he filled it to the brim with his cum. Not.. the type to promise her that if she behaved herself, he'd give her all the proof she could ever want, when it came to his ability of making a woman squirm helplessly on his tongue.

That was what she was thinking about whilst she sat back down, tossing the others an apologetic smile before she glanced over to the one at her side, hoping to any deity above, that time would fast forward. She was a patient woman, it was painstakingly obvious, but when she wanted something, needed it.. well, that patience began to wear very thin. It had been a good few years since the last time she was with a man. Nearly three, if one wanted to be specific. The thought of feeling those large, calloused and experienced hands all over her.. caressing and forcing her to keen out for more, it was enough to make Piper come right then and there.

She'd hold out, though.. because she was going to behave.

The lasagna she had ordered was amazing, and washing it down with even more champagne, made it that much better. By the time she had nearly cleaned her plate, leaving a good portion left, she was feeling on top of the world. Bubbly, lightheaded and nothing short of happy, she was settled back comfortably in the chair she occupied, long legs crossed over each other and glass held lazily betwixt her slender fingers whilst she watched the trio discuss their plans for the investment. It was interesting, but her priorities were already set in a very firm, unyielding direction. Piper was going to be the worst cliche to ever live. She was going to fuck her boss completely raw.
 
The three of them ate, and resumed conversation. It was uneventful, there was some discussion of numbers, some jokes. Tommy gave Piper occasional attention, resting his hand on her thigh, holding her hand under the table for a few lingering seconds. By the end of their meals, Mr. Brinton and Mr. Carter stood up to take their leaves. Thomas forced Piper to come to a stand as once again they all shook hands. "We'll let you know, Mr. Dalton," said Mr. Carter in some finality, before he finally left.

Mr. Dalton remained standing as they closed the door. Just as it shut, Thomas turned to his 'wife', his arm slipping against her lower back before his own body tilted forward and he mashed his lips against hers. He seemed to be in a celebratory mood, or he just wanted to touch her more. The two men had seemed like they were going to sign on. He kissed her in such a way that her back would arch, his forearm slipped against her smaller back would force her lower half to stay pressed against him as he hungrily let his tongue travel into the folds of her mouth.

It seemed that reserving a private room was going to have its advantages. Of course the room was light and the wall was a full sized windows, the few boats on the lake could easily glimpse up to the room and see the sight of the man and the woman kissing, but Mr. Dalton either ignored that fact, or didn't care or notice. "I want my dessert," he whispered suggestively into her mouth before he snatched her lower lip, letting his eyes flicker open as he tugged back on her flesh, peering at her curiously with her lower lip extended out before he finally released it. He kissed her again and pushed his body forward to make her back crash against the table. A wine glass tipped over and fell to the floor in the process.
 
Of course they were going to sign, they'd be idiots not to. Piper got the feeling that those men were horribly greedy, and if they wanted more money, then Thomas could definitely deliver just that. She was as elated as he was when they left the room, bursting out in a giggle the instant his arm was wrapped about her. Pulled close, her glass of wine was long forgotten, placed somewhere haphazardly onto the table as she hungrily returned his insistent kissing. Their tongues rolled and played a wet, eager game between their mouths, the sensuality of it all making her squirm and grow even wetter, if that was at all possible.

So, he was going to have her right here, hm?

Gasping out sharply when the edge of the table was urged into her back, clattering dishes and making her heart skip a few beats, Piper gazed up towards Thomas in wonder. Who would have thought he was as domineering in the bedroom, as he was outside of it. It was all beginning to make sense, though. Someone as cool and calculating as him? Of course he had a darker side, one that was well hidden. The woman was excited to see it in full swing, tossing him a smile before she toed off her high heels, losing a few inches of height in the process.

"Whatever you want," she started, reaching up beneath her dress, wide hips swaying as she played with the flimsy material of her panties, "You can have it." Finally then, with one last shimmy, the black thong she had been wearing dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of the soaked article with obvious grace, hands braced against the top of the table before she pushed herself up and sat upon the thick wooden surface. "You better hurry before your dessert gets cold, Mr. Dalton.."
 
Thomas stayed close as she broke the kiss to speak. She was a smart girl, she knew exactly what he spoke of. Occasionally Thomas had a few corporate office flings when he was desperate for some action, usually with bimbo blondes that had the intelligence of a peanut, however, the blonde before him was very capable. And what was better, was that she was submitting to him willingly.

He stepped back just enough to watch her pull the thin material from her legs. He licked his lips and then turned when she had finished. He moved to the door, and locked it. He didn't give a damn if this wasn't his house, he was going to have his fun and do whatever he pleased. "I doubt think it will get cold. And if it does... I know how to warm it back up," he said in a devious tone as he faced her, taking slow steps towards her before he took a chair and brought it close to her, only to sit in it.

He pushed back on her legs, before letting her dress rise up. It wasn't the best situation to eat a woman out, the table could be higher, but he wanted to make her writhe in pleasure right this instant, and still be a mess on the car ride home in anticipation of the night to come. His head tilted down to press against her inner thigh, his cheeks had been shaved this morning so it was easy for her to feel the textured, yet smooth skin of his cheek as he began to pepper kisses leading up towards her crotch, where her body was the most warm. Without her knowledge, he reached behind her and took an untouched carrot, deciding that he would tease her with it. For now, he did not let it be seen as his mouth was venturing closer and closer to where she wanted it, his other hand made her to hold her hip.

A knock came to a door. "Excuse us for the disturbance, are you finished in here?"

Thomas grumbled in annoyance, pausing briefly. "Do you think the god damn door would be locked if we were finished?" Not wanting to waste time, he lifted her dress up more to let it bunch up at her waist. He began to kiss at the skin directly next to her pussy.

A half coherent apology came in. "Sorry sir, we just saw your guests.. ah, never mind. My apologies." Thomas did not pay much attention to it as he used his lips to brush against the soft, wet lips of her nether regions.
 
"Mmn.. I'm certain you could warm it back up, too," she whispered down to him, watching as he settled himself into a chair in front of her form. The sight within itself made her heart beat erratically in her chest, anticipating something that she had fantasized about time and time again. Oh, yes.. Piper had let her imagination run absolutely wild when she was home alone after working under the strict, yet enjoyable presence of the man currently nestling his cheek against her inner thigh.

Bringing herself to climax multiple times at the thought of having that head full of dark hair tucked up between her legs, his mouth working against her as if he was trying to practically eat her alive. It did wonders on her young body, especially now, after she fell back completely onto the tabletop and grasped against her chest greedily through her dress, moaning her appreciation for his soft, deliberate kisses.

She was shaven bare, smooth as silk, except for a trimmed patch of pale curls nestled just above her slick, swollen slit. It was in the shape of a slender strip, and it was glaringly obvious that she took very good care of her body. After all, getting herself involved in a dog eat dog world, she would need to look her best as she played the part of the underestimated, silver-tongued vixen. She planned on living her life based off of Mr. Dalton's lessons, taking what she wanted and doing it with class.

The brief interruption made her giggle, amused by her boss' reaction and obvious frustration towards whomever knocked on the door. "Now now," she cooed, reaching down to gently ease her fingers across the nape of his neck, "Don't be such a grumpy old man.. they're not aware of the fact that you're so insatiable." An obvious tease, as she lifted her hips up, giving a whimper of encouragement. "Mmpf.. that's nice," Piper whispered hotly, as his mouth brushed up against her lower lips, urging her clit to give a throb.
 
Thomas did not respond to her words immediately, he wanted what he wanted, and that was to have his dessert. "I'm grumpy when I don't get my god damn dessert," he murmur, obviously enjoying the way she felt under his lips. She was wet, and soft. It was a very lovely dessert that was to be had.

Thomas had mixed feelings as she fell back- he could not look up at her and let her see the process of what was going on, but also she would not be able to see the carrot if she was laying on her back. He snatched her ankles and he lifted them over his shoulders, so he could dig his face between her thick thighs more appropriately. "Someone was a little hungry for my cock, weren't they?" he asked, deviously as he brought the carrot forward without her knowledge. He would use it soon enough, but for now he trapped the hard, sharp tip along the puffy lips of her pussy. She would have no idea what it was. He gave her only a taste of it, to let her stay in wonderment, and more importantly, he wanted to get a taste himself.

His neck craned forward to let his mouth line up with her slit. His tongue extended out, darting past his lips to lick up and down her slit with the lightest of pressures to loosen and part her lips. Once they were open, he positioned the tip of his tongue at the bottom of her slit, and held it there so he could let her anticipate his next move.
 
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