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I started working at DeLino & Fickett’s when I was 25. D&F was a small law firm on Long Island. Back then, I thought I was the oldest living virgin. My sexual experiences were limited to the frequent jerk-off sessions spent in front of my computer watching poor quality porno clips.
Laurinda DeLino was my boss. I was totally hot for her, but I got the distinct feeling that she really didn’t respect me. It wouldn’t be long before I failed to live up to even the lowest expectations she must’ve had for me.
She was hot. Laurinda was my perfect physical type. She had really big tits(natural ones), fare skin-despite her Italian descent-a toned, yet generous ass and very shapely, strong legs. She was about my age. Her calves were curvy and would flex beautifully when she wore high heals. Laurinda was tough. She didn’t take shit from anybody and often boasted about it. At first, I took her for a braggart, but I later found out her claims were genuine.
One Friday in May, the two of us were working late on a filing project. That’s really all I did, filing. I was one of Laurinda’s assistants. She stayed late in order to explain what she wanted done, but ended up doing most of the work and wasn’t subtle about her disappointment in my organizational ability.
“These depositions are all out of order!” She growled, shook her head and then tucked her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ears, staring at me with light brown eyes.
“Sorry.” I tried to look busy, opening a folder I had under my arm. I could see her out of the corner of my eye. She continued to stare and then shook her head and began boxing up some folders on the floor.
“Where the hell did you go to school, anyway?” I was about to give her an answer, but realized that the question was rhetorical when she didn’t meet my glance. “Do you think you can at least help me put these boxes on the bottom shelf?” Laurinda gestured towards a stack of file boxes with an identical box she was holding.
We passed each other when I headed to get a box from the pile. Her fruity perfume caused my nostrils to twinge sweetly. I successfully fought back a sneeze. When I got to the shelf, Laurinda was kneeling down, pushing a box into place on the lowest shelf. Her thighs and calves were bulging out under pressure. She wasn’t wearing stockings with her short blue summer dress and I could actually see the hair follicles on her legs. That was a stark contrast to the plastic airbrushed women that graced my computer screen. I was turned on. My dick was fully erect and nearly busting out of my pants.
I knelt down beside her with the box I was carrying, leaned forward and pushed it onto the shelf. She continued struggling with hers, which appeared to be stuck on something. What I did next was as much a surprise to me as it must’ve been for her. I turned my head in her direction and stared at her beautiful legs, which were pressed tightly together, preventing a view of her crotch. Then, I kissed her right knee!
“What the fuck are you doing?” With my lips still sucking on her knee, Laurinda looked down at me. I pulled away and stared at her. She shook her head and laughed. “Where the fuck do I find these people.” She stood up.
“I’m sorry, Laur, Lau.” I was nervous and stood up, too.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you, you fucking nutcase?” She pinched the bridge of her nose in consternation and laughed. I looked at her and began formulating a ‘tail between my ass’ explanation with the intention of saving some face and maybe even my job. Then I just thought, what the fuck. I was probably going to get fired anyway.
“Yeah…….Yeah. Look, Laurinda, çekmeköy escort I’m really attracted to you. You smell really good and your legs look really nice and yeah…….Fuck it, I’d like to fuck yah.”
Laurinda pursed her lips, chewing on her inner cheek in continued consternation. She looked at my crotch.
“Oh fuck, you’ve already got a fucking boner!?”
“Yea, yeah.” Even in my newly, seemingly carefree attitude, she was still able to make me nervous.
“This is fucked up.” She turned away and put her left hand on her hip and pinched the bridge of her nose with her right. She seemed to be postulating a response to this confusing situation, but wasn’t scared. “This is so fucked up. I can’t fucking believe this.” Laurinda shook her head. “You know?” She laughed, looking me up and down. “With all this fucking work, I haven’t fucked in like fucking months.”
“Oh?” My voice quivered. I had no idea where she was headed with this.
“And with the Gordon case coming up, I probably won’t even see a cock until next year.” She rolled and twisted her head around as if to relieve tension in her neck. “When’s the last time you got laid?”
“Well, I, uh…..” I was about to recover my stutter with a made up encounter, but it was too late.
“Holy shit. You’re a fucking virgin.” She laughed, shaking her head and looking at the ground, embarrassed for me. “What the fuck is the matter with you?” Another sarcastic question. She sat down in her office chair, shoulders slumped, showing her depression. “Well…….Close the door and take your pants off.”
“What!?” I gasped.
“I know. I’m fucking surprised, too, but I’ve really been horny lately and I might as well get some use out of you tonight even though you’re not ‘all that’. Go on.” She motioned for the door.
I took my clothes off and then stood completely naked in front of her desk. My five and a half inch dick was like steel.
“Oh my god.” She looked at my diminutive wiener and then shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose again. “You could’ve left your shirt on. I only asked you to take your pants off.” She laughed, standing up. “Well, get the fuck over here.” As I walked towards her, she kicked off her shoes and leaned on her desk with her left hand. With her right hand, she pulled up her summer dress and put her thumb in the waste band of her blue, cotton panties. She stepped out of the panties and tossed them on a nearby chair. She let the dress drop so fast that I didn’t even get a glimpse of her pussy.
“Wha, what about protection?” It was a halfhearted question. I was so horny, that if she told me there wasn’t any or simply didn’t answer, I would’ve fucked her anyway. I suddenly appreciated how people had kids “by accident” and got S.T.D’s.
“I don’t have any condoms, but I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” That was sufficient enough for me. “Are you clean? Oh wait, I almost forgot, you’re a hard up loser.” She shook her head. “Sit down, asshole.” She pointed to an armless chair next to her desk. “Hopefully, you’ll last longer with me on top.” That would prove to be the most overly optimistic comment she had ever made.
“Okay.” They shut the air conditioning off after close of business on Fridays to save money and despite the room’s 80 degree temperature, I was shivering when I sat down. I was wicked excited.
“Look, cum inside me, okay?” She looked down at me and I nodded, losing my breath at the mere notion. “And when you feel like you’re gonna cum, make sure your dick is all the way in cause the carpet and chairs have just been cleaned.”
She straddled me cevizli escort and the chair, put her left hand on the chair back over my right shoulder and began to lower herself. With her right hand, she lifted her summer dress, and held the slack flat against her smooth potbelly. She revealed her crotch. Her muff was a thick dark brown that thinned out to stubble by her bikini line. With all the work, and little prospects of sex, she must’ve let some of the hair grow in since her last grooming. The scent of her perfume increased. She probably applied some to her snatch on a regular basis.
I gasped when her inner thighs brushed up against my thighs.
“Relax!” She paused briefly and then continued her determined descent, looking down at our crotches. “Hold your dick up.” With my right hand, I grabbed my cock, which was pressed fixedly against my stomach. I positioned my penis so that it was perpendicular to Laurinda’s highly inviting twat.
“Oh, god!” I moaned. Laurinda’s muff tickled the head of my cock. The penetration was sloppy. The head of my cock smooshed against her hairy lips. She wasted no time once she felt that I was in position. She dropped herself completely down on me, barely giving me enough time to remove my right hand from between our groins. She let her summer dress fall over our crotches. “Uh, Laurinda!” Her cunt was very hot, wet and tight around my dick. I immediately locked my arms around her midsection. The stubble at the edges of her muff was prickly against my crotch. She must’ve seen my eyes glaze over and felt my cock bulge ever more within her because she realized what was going to happen. She pushed hard with both hands on my chest.
“Wait a minute!” Laurinda struggled against my grip, pulling her legs up alongside the chair. She was attempting to wedge her knees up under my armpits to break free, but she only succeeded in further impaling her cooch on my dick. Her puffy labia flattened against my crotch. “Hold it back!” She growled loudly, pulling her head back away as I attempted to kiss her face which was all scrunched up in disgust. I licked and chewed her neck instead. “Oh, fucking stop it!” She pounded my chest with her left hand and stuck the fingers of her right hand in my mouth, prying my face back. Frantically she thrust both legs at the ground, attempting to stand up, but my arms were tightly interlocked just above her full buttocks. Laurinda’s dress ripped at the shoulders. The chair hopped up about an inch and then slammed down.
“Oh my god!” I winced. A sensation a million times sweeter than what I usually felt when I jacked off was approaching my groin like a freight train.
“Hold it! Not yet, yah stupid fuck!” She reached around her back with her left hand, trying to pry loose my arms and choked me with her right hand. “Dammit!”
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrah!” I clenched my sphincter, but my prostate gave way to violent spasms. My dick flexed rapidly, squirting large streams of cum inside Laurinda. She flinched with the initial flex, undoubtedly feeling the hot semen squirt on her cervix.
“You stupid fucking idiot!” She slapped me across the face and stopped struggling, allowing my cock to deposit the hefty load within her. She interlaced her sweaty fingers around the back of my equally sweaty neck and raised her knees up under my armpits again, ensuring a tighter fit, presumably to avoid any spillage. I put my hands on her hips and twitched in ecstasy. She wiggled her hips, attempting to further grind her nooky into me and tighten the seal. My orgasm seemed to last forever and Laurinda didn’t hide her impatience. “Geez, when’s the last erenköy escort time you whacked off.” I laughed and she shook her head, looking down at our crotches, which were still completely covered by her wrinkled up and now, sweat and pussy juice stained, dress.
“Okay, I think that’s it.” My cock stopped twitching so violently and my balls felt totally drained. I let me hands drop to my sides. Laurinda raised herself up slightly, held up her dress and pressed it flat against her stomach again. I saw my cock buried deep in her muff and felt the feint onset of yet another orgasm. She looked around on her desk and then leaned back and reached into her top desk drawer with her left hand. Her groin pressed harder into mine again. The sweet sensation began to return to my crotch.
“Uh.” I put my hands back on her hips.
“Hang on a sec. I gotta get something in case it drips out.” Laurinda’s left hand emerged from the drawer holding a wad of napkins. “Here, take some of these and hold them around your cock when I get off.” I took the napkins and as she carefully raised herself up, I wrapped them around my shaft. She held the other napkins at the ready right over her cunt hole. As soon as she was off of my dick, she covered her hole with the napkins and stepped back, bowlegged, inspecting the fabric of our chair and the carpet. “Good.” She sighed and hobbled over to the chair where she had tossed her panties. She replaced the napkins with her wadded up panties. Laurinda continued to hold up her dress. She looked down at crotch and wiped her hairy labia with her panties. “Shit.”
“What’s the matter?” I stared at her twat.
“It’s dripping.” She shook her head and wiped. My jizz seeped out of her pussy and collected in her bush and soaked her panties as she wiped them up and down her slit. I was fascinated by the scene unfolding in front of me. The sweetness in my groin increased. I tossed the napkin roll that I had hastily assembled at Laurinda’s request on her desk. Then, I clenched my dick, clammy with Laurinda’s juices and my spunk.
“Oh, shit!” I writhed in the chair against the ecstasy. My attraction to her was startling. I jumped out of the chair and aimed my cock at her, my buttocks clenching down tightly until my prostate gave way again.
“No!” Laurinda looked up just in time to see the first thick stream of jizz headed her way. My cock bucked in my grip. She flinched as the jizz splashed in her hair, face and mouth. Each successive squirt was less powerful and landed lower on her person with the last few streams crawling back in a line across the carpet.
“Ahhhhh!” I closed my eyes in complete satisfaction. When I opened them, Laurinda was staring angrily at me with my jizz running down her face staining her dress. She had let go of her panties, which were on the floor, but oddly enough, continued to hold up her dress as if to demonstrate the full effect of my premature ejaculations. My cum seemed to flow more freely from Laurinda’s twat, probably because she relaxed her muscles. It was useless trying to protect the carpet now. My semen ran down her thighs and around her calves.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” Laurinda made me wipe my cum off of the carpet while she cleaned herself off in the bathroom. The jizz stains on the carpet would require professional cleaning, though. Laurinda returned from the bathroom. She had wet her dress in several areas, attempting to remove evidence of my jizz. She looked at me. “That was single handedly the worst lay I’ve ever had, if you can even consider it a lay.” Laurinda laughed, gathering up some papers and her briefcase.
“Have a ni, nice weekend, Laurinda.” I was nervous again as I walked towards the door.
“Oh, and by the way” Laurinda looked up at me. “you’re fired, dickhead.”
I left the offices of D&H that day never to return. That may have been single handedly Laurinda’s worst lay, but it was, by far, my best termination.
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