🥵 EROTICA - Nailed on the clock ⏰ A devilish encounter with..

🥵 EROTICA - Nailed on the clock ⏰ A devilish encounter with my boss' husband. Filled to the brim and paid for the pleasure! Stepping out of my car I take a deep breath. My weekly meeting with Fran Yves, my biggest (and most ball-busting) client. Getting her name in lights across the newspapers every week keeps we extremely busy. Clutching the latest press coverage, I tentatively make my way up the huge winding driveway, my stilettos clipping loudly as I pass her husband’s beloved classic car collection. I adjust my tight pencil skirt and crisp white fitted shirt as I get to the front door. Before I’ve pressed the doorbell, Carlton, the butler beckons me in with a smile. “Ms Yves has had to go out Ms Maeve” he says. “Her husband will take the meeting with her on dial-in” he explains as he hurries me along the corridor to the drawing room. I rarely see Mr Ives on my visits. He opts for the quiet life, sipping whisky on their huge sundeck or hibernating away in his office. He strides towards me as I enter the room, a surprisingly warm smile across his face as he embraces me and kisses my cheek. “You’re being worked to the bone too then?” he quizzes jokingly. I let out a little giggle but quickly compose myself. He must be in his late fifties / early sixties, but damn is he handsome. I fixate upon the kind wrinkles round his dark grey eyes and his slightly crooked smile that somehow makes him even more handsome. “Let’s fix you a real drink” he says eyeing my gym water bottle hanging precariously out of my bag. I drop my files onto the coffee table and take the martini he hands me, smiling goofily as he sits down next to me. “Ms Ives is delayed” shouts a voice from the corridor – Carlton waltzes in. She will call you in about 45-minutes he says, scurrying off to his duties. Wow, well this is awkward. We sip our drinks in silence for a moment. I stand up and walk towards the huge arched window overlooking the grounds. As I begin to praise the beautiful flowerbeds, I am suddenly aware of Mr Ives standing closely behind me, his breath tickling my neck. I freeze, blabbering on about the flowers in season, when he gently rests his hands on my waist, sending a delicious shiver through me. What is he doing? A married man, and my boss’s husband. I turn to face him and protest, but he leans in closer, his hips touching mine. As I gaze up, his piercing grey eyes are looking hungrily down my blouse, my sheer lacy bra cupping my ample DD breasts. Holding my chin, he tips my lips towards his, kissing me tentatively at first, and as he feels me reciprocate, harder, firmer, his tongue beginning to explore my lips as I open to him. Fuck, what am I doing? My pussy starts to tingle, and I feel my panties moisten. With just one hand, he flicks open my shirt buttons, savouring the more skin revealed with each one. Slipping it off my shoulders, he stoops and cups my breasts, flicking his tongue over my erect nipples. I moan with pleasure as he un-clips my bra and begins kissing and sucking my breasts, gently pulling my nipples with his teeth. I grab a handful of his hair as he lifts me up and carries me to a large writing desk. Placing me down, he shifts up my skirt and kneels in front of me. I’m so turned on my thighs part for him with no protest, my knickers now revealing how much I want him. He takes a finger and tickles my panties, the wet patch getting bigger and bigger as he teases my pussy through the soft silk. As I start to gyrate my hips, he slides my panties to one side and with such passion, begins to circle my clit with his tongue. Lapping at my pussy lips, circling my clit as I writhe against his face. Laying me down, he parts my pussy lips, diving his tongue inside me, fucking me with his wet tongue. I want him, I need him inside me. This is fucking crazy!! Carlton could walk in any moment. Sensing my fear, he strides over to the door and turns the key in the lock. I start to sit up. He undoes his belt and zipper, his cock springing out as they fall to the floor. And holy fuck – he is rock hard. Girthy and throbbing, he pushes me back down on the desk, parting my thighs before sliding his cock straight inside me. Deep and hard, I gasp as I take his entire length, his balls slapping against my ass. I grab his lower back and pull him in to me, groaning with every hard thrust. Suddenly the conference phone rings – loud, making us jump. He pulls his cock out my pussy, glistening with our juices and helps me off the desk. As I go to adjust my skirt, he holds a hand up. No? What the hell? Putting a finger to his lips with a sssshhhh, he connects the call. “Darling hi, it’s manic out here, where’s Maeve, put her on immediately” comes the shrill voice of my boss. I scrabble together my files and head to the conference table. Just as I lean to put my work down, Mr Ives is behind me again, hitching my skirt back up and slipping my panties to the floor. I gasp as he pushes my head down onto the table. “Is everything alright over there?” comes a shrill voice. “Yes darling, everything is wonderful” says Mr Ives. “Maeve is doing a brilliant job here” he says as he slides his huge cock back inside my pussy. Struggling to compose myself, I begin running through my report, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning as he thrusts away, his cock rubbing my g-spot over and over and over. Reaching round and cupping my breasts through my open shirt, he makes me cry out as he twists my nipples. “Whatever is the matter Maeve?” I hear from the other end of the phone. Mr Ives suddenly leans over and takes the phone off conference. “The line is terrible here darling, I’ll finish up with Maeve and fill you in later” he says, dropping the phone back in its holster as he fucks me harder and harder. My little pussy starts to quiver as his cocks massages my g-spot, I can feel my orgasm beginning to peak. Sensing this, he grinds his hips in a circular motion, sending my head spinning and my orgasm starts to rip through my body. My legs tremble as I begin to cum, my pussy gripping and pulsing round his huge cock. Just as my orgasm starts to ebb away, he slows his thrusts, groaning loudly. Staying completely still, we both feel his cock exploding inside me. Pump after pump he empties his balls inside my little pussy. Holding my hips tight he gives one last thrust as his orgasm fades. Pulling out, he pulls his trousers up and helps me stand. Watching me from the sofa as I quickly dress, he smiles devilishly at me, taking in my dorky clumsy way. Scrabbling my files together I turn to leave, thanking him for his time. He takes my hand and pulls me in for one last kiss, his lips taste so good. Letting me go, he walks back to his desk and I turn to leave. “Let’s keep this one between us” he says winking at me as I turn and walk out the door. Walking down the driveway I feel giddy. Did that just happen? Just as I get to my car, Ms Ives pulls into the drive. Rolling down her window she looks me up and down, commenting on my dishevelled appearance. Winding the window up and driving away I couldn’t help but smile. If only she knew!!