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His massive erection juts out and
I straddle him, wrapping my arms around him and the chair and go to town. He
holds me as I lean back and get him angled so that his cock rubs right against
the pleasure spot. I lose all control and thankfully, Mike holds me in place
because as I come, my arms and legs can’t hold on. Craig is bouncing on the
chair, forcing more of himself into me and I collapse as I come yet again. Mike
has my breasts in his hands and he kisses me. The act drives me mad and I feel
my pussy tighten around Craig; the walls of my vagina are clenching around the
biggest dick I have ever seen and it is absolute joy. I fall back and Mike
lowers me to the floor. Craig finishes by lifting my legs onto his shoulders and
plowing me so hard that I think I will die. After he is done, I am still
seizing inside.
    “I don’t think I will ever live up,” Mike says after Craig
gets off of me.
    “Give her a minute,” Craig laughs. “I don’t think this one
will ever get enough.”
    He’s right. It is not long before I ask Mike to make love
to me in the satin sheets. He may not be as big but he knows me in a way that
Craig doesn’t and our bodies move together perfectly. It isn’t the same as
animalistic fucking, but I fell in love with Mike because I feel complete with
him inside of me. When we finish, he holds me and Craig leaves the room. We
leave after a while. My trip to Boston was a success and I look forward to
working with Mike for a long time.

7.
    After Boston, I expect to hear from Mike the next day but
it is Thursday before there is any contact. I am excited when I see the office
number on the phone, but it is Alice.
    “Hello. Mr. Arnauer would like to confirm your reservations
for next weekend. You will be leaving Wednesday morning and you can come to the
office to meet the car. All of the details about Philadelphia have been
arranged. You can expect to be home by the following Friday.”
    “Thank you. Is Mr. Arnauer available?”
    “I’m sorry. I was told to hold all his calls. I can give him
a message if you would like.”
    “No thanks.”
    So I am really depressed when Wednesday morning comes and
there has been no word. I have packed and I make my way to the office. The car
is waiting outside, so Mike must be ready. He is in his office, getting some
files together. No one else is in yet, since the office technically does not
open for another hour.
    “Hi,” I say. I feel like a fool with my rolling suitcase,
greeting a man who fucked me six ways to Sunday, told me he loved me, and then
ignored me for over a week.
    “Oh, good morning. I am just getting a few things. This
will be a busy week for both of us. There are many clients to entertain and
many contracts to arrange.” His tone is professional, as if nothing that
occurred in Boston had happened.
    “How many people do you imagine I will be a fuck puppet
for? I might as well prepare myself now so I don’t imagine any of them will
call me either.”
    He looks up, surprised. “I didn’t know you wanted me to
call. I thought you might want your space. You could have called me.”
    “Alice told me you were holding your calls.”
    He laughs. “Jayni, you were my receptionist. I always hold
my calls.”
    “So you weren’t ignoring me?”
    “Of course not. But we can discuss this in the car? I don’t
want to be late.”
    “We could, but I mean, that desk is looking pretty comfy.”
    “I suppose we have a few minutes,” he says.
    I scrunch my skirt up to my waist and rest my ass on the
edge of his desk. He kneels down and goes down on me. His tongue is magic. He
has me yelling his name within minutes. I grab hold of the desk’s edge and he
finishes my orgasm by running a finger along my hole and tickling the inside.
    “Ready to go now?”
    I pull my skirt down. “Yes, much better.”
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    O ur ride to Philly is an actual ride to Philly. He is
overwhelmed by work. I try to keep track of everything we will be doing this
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