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Molly rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as she awoke. As she glanced around the unfamiliar bedroom, it took her a second to get her bearings. Memories from last night flooded her mind as she turned and spotted Jim, asleep beside her.Last night.Molly sighed. Last night was incredible. No, more than incredible. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life. Over the years, she and Brad had more than a few seriously hot and heavy nights. While they weren’t the kinkiest couple in the bedroom, they definitely knew how to have fun. Still, nothing she’d ever experienced could hold a candle to the nonstop, wet, wild fuck-a-thon that was last night. Watching Jim sleep, a smile crept onto her face as an idea popped into her head.A few moments later, Jim groaned, stirring from the incredible sensations on his cock. As his eyes opened, he lifted his head and looked down at his crotch, where Molly’s head was busily bobbing up and down on his shaft.“Mhhhh, yeah,” Jim groaned as Molly blew his cock.“Good morning,” Molly said, pulling herself off Jim’s erection just long enough to greet her lover. Jim sighed as Molly licked up and down his shaft, pausing to swirl her tongue around the head.Molly resumed sucking his cock, pistoning her head up and down on his shaft. Jim grabbed her by the hair and started rapidly face fucking her, thrusting into her mouth as he slammed her up and down on his member. Molly groaned on his cock, making slurping and gagging noises as Jim grunted and continued to thrust.“Fuck, babe,” Jim moaned, “I’m cumming!”With one final thrust, Jim erupted, shooting ribbons of cum into Molly’s waiting mouth. When Jim’s cock had been drained, Molly slid her smiling lips off him. She opened her mouth, showing off his load, then threw back her head, swallowing it with a gulp.“Yummy,” Molly cooed, “I always love breakfast in bed.”Jim chuckled at her comment as he assessed his coworker. Her smeared makeup was accented by several strands Malatya Escort of dried cum in her hair. Her neck was covered in hickeys and marks. Her pussy was caked in dry cum.“You know,” Jim stated, “you look like a well-used slut. What would you say to a shower?”“I thought you’d never ask,” Molly smiled. A few minutes later, Molly and Jim were in his shower, Kissing as they used Jim’s soap to lather up. Molly especially enjoyed lathering up Jim’s cock, stroking him to another orgasm. Jim replied in kind, fingering her pussy until her knees buckled and she came.“You know, Jim, there’s one problem,” Molly stated as they dried off.“What’s that?” Jim asked.“I don’t have any clothes here,” Molly replied matter-of-factly.“That’s something we’ll need to correct for next time,” Jim said with a grin, “but in the meantime, I do have a solution. Kelsey keeps a couple sets of clothes in my dresser. You can swipe one of her outfits.”“Kelsey?” Molly tilted her head.“You know, my home health nurse. The one I’ve seen a few times.”“Oh, right!” Molly recalled.“Anyway, she’s about the same size as you, except her tits aren’t as big as these,” he said, reaching out to grab Molly’s breasts, making her giggle. “I think it’ll work for today.”“Yeah?” Molly asked. “How’s she going to feel about the other girl you’re fucking borrowing her clothes?”“Oh, she wouldn’t mind at all,” Jim replied. “I’ve told her all about you. She thinks you’re awesome, and was even rooting for us to get together.”“Oh she was, was she?” Molly asked playfully. “ You know, I don’t think it’s very fair that she’s heard all about me, and I don’t know hardly anything about her. Come on, you know I’m not the jealous type. Spill the beans.”“I’ll tell you what,” Jim offered, “Let’s get dressed and I’ll tell you all about her on the drive in to work.”“Deal,” Molly agreed.Walking into the office, Molly found herself drawing more than a couple of stares. The skirt she was Malatya Escort Bayan wearing fell several inches short of her knees, and the top, while technically a formal blouse, was tight on her breasts and her nipples were clearly visible through the material. (She opted not to wear a bra, thanks to Jim’s compliments on how hot she looked without it.)As they made their way through the office toward the back hallway, they passed the copier, where Kevin happened to be waiting for a printout. Kevin glanced at the couple briefly, then did a double take. Stepping out into the path, he addressed Molly.“Um, Molly,” Kevin stuttered, “your outfit today, I can’t let you–”“Hang on, Kev,” Jim interrupted, causing his manager to look over at him. “You’re always fine with Molly’s outfit choices. Just ignore it and let us get to work.” Jim winced and shook his head as Kevin took a deep breath.“Okay, yeah, fine. See you guys later,” Kevin said as he stepped out of their way. Molly and Jim resumed walking toward the back of the building, and once they were a few steps away, Molly spoke up.“What was that, Jim? Why’d he just listen to you?”“Oh, maybe I have a little blackmail on the ol’ boss,” Jim whispered with a grin, “or maybe I have superpowers. Either way, he’s still checking out your ass.”Molly looked back at Kevin and caught him staring at her. He quickly looked away, and Molly laughed.Around lunchtime, Jim was reclined on his office sofa while Molly was on her knees, giving him a blowjob. Suddenly there was an aggressive knock at the door. Molly looked up at Jim, startled, and jumped to her feet. As Jim buttoned up his pants, Molly grabbed her clothes from the floor and ran over to the bathroom. The angry knocking continued. Making sure Molly was safely out of sight, Jim finished tucking his shirt back in and opened the door. When he did, his eyes went wide.“Oh, hello,” Jim addressed the visitor, recognizing him from Escort Malatya photos he’d seen. “You’re Brad, right?”“Yeah,” Molly’s husband grumbled while he pushed past Jim, entering the office. “Where’s Molly?” His face was scowling and he looked ready to erupt. Jim retreated back behind his desk as he replied.“She’s just in the bathroom. She’ll be out in a second. Why don’t you have a seat?”“No thanks,” Brad barked, beginning to pace the floor. “So are you this ‘Jim’ guy?”“Uh, yes sir,” Jim replied. Brad opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, the bathroom door opened and Molly stepped out.“Molly!” Brad exclaimed before stopping dead in his tracks and scanning her outfit. “Molly, what the fuck are you wearing?! What’s that on your neck?” Brad began ripping into Molly, asking her what was going on with her, why she moved offices and didn’t tell him, and why she was acting so strange the last few days. Molly tried to reply, but Brad kept talking over her. As he ranted, Jim’s eyes lit up and a smile grew on his face.“Brad!” Jim shouted, causing Molly’s husband to look in his direction. “Stop it. Stand still and be quiet.” Instantly Brad fell silent as he stared daggers into Jim’s eyes. Jim grimaced a little and took a deep breath as he looked over at Molly. “Molly,” Jim began calmly, “I think what everyone needs here is some lunch. Why don’t you head down to the sandwich shop on Washington Street and grab something for all three of us?”“Jim,” Molly said, a look of worry on her face.“Just trust me,” Jim replied. Molly nodded. She went to grab her purse, and Jim opened the top drawer of his desk pulling out an orange prescription bottle. “Definitely gonna need these,” he mumbled to himself, taking two of his migraine pills and popping them in his mouth.“Okay,” Jim addressed Brad as Molly headed out the office door. “Have a seat Brad, and let’s talk.”Thirty minutes later, Molly trepidatiously opened the door to her office, clutching a bag of sandwiches. Slipping quietly around the door, she halfway expected to find a bloodbath. What she found instead was so much more shocking that she nearly dropped their lunch.Brad was on the couch, laughing hysterically. Across from him, Jim was in his office chair, telling a story.
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