Whenever Amanda’s husband Mark goes out of town, it’s playtime for his best friend. Ever since Craig caught Amanda in a compromising situation with the cable guy, he’s had his way with her.
Mark has exciting news. He’s being considered for a promotion, which will involve less travel time–and, thus, an end to Craig’s play. All Mark has to do is interview and hire a replacement for his position.
Craig explains to Amanda that this just won’t do. Her mission: to find each candidate and prevent them from keeping their appointments–if Mark can’t be promoted, he can’t be replaced. For this assignment, Amanda will need creativity, intuition–and, a generous helping of doing what she does best…
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Julie and Matt led Amanda back to the desk. They bent the handcuffed redhead at the waist, pushing her over the desktop so that her breasts were about a foot from the edge.
“My boyfriend’s going to have a little fun with the two of us now,” Julie announced, and then walked around to the opposite end of the desk, bending herself over it in the same manner as Amanda, the two girls’ faces about six inches apart now. The blonde secretary’s eyes were lit up with excitement behind her glasses…
Matt stepped behind Julie first and began rubbing and massaging her ass. The girl moaned contentedly at the attention, although with slight anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long–a few seconds later, the thundering crack of skin on skin echoed through the office as the palm of his hand met his girlfriend’s asscheek. Julie’s eyes widened and she gave a loud, exuberant moan. The spanking continued, and Amanda lost count after five or six strikes. Julie stared lustfully at her new playmate.
The spanking stopped, and Matt’s hand reached between his girlfriend’s legs. Julie’s eyes slipped shut; her expression changed to one of increased relaxation and bliss, and Amanda knew that her counterpart was being fingered even before the rhythmic moaning began.
He’s going to do that to me next. Amanda’s own clit began to throb again at the thought. While his girlfriend watches… and I couldn’t do anything about it even if I wanted to.
She didn’t have to wait long. Matt pulled his attention away, causing Julie to sigh longingly. He walked around the desk and took his place behind Amanda.
She felt his hands on her ass, rubbing and caressing. Her first concern was that her counterpart might get jealous–Amanda certainly wanted to remain on Julie’s good side. But Julie watched excitedly as Amanda’s “turn” began.
SMACK! The sound reverberated off the walls again as she felt the sting of his palm. Amanda cried out, while across from her, Julie moaned with lust. Another spank, then another. Matt varied them in intensity and location, but it was enough to make the redhead feel some definite heat. She counted eight swats, and then he stopped.
As he’d done with Julie, Matt slipped his hand between Amanda’s thighs. She moved her feet slightly further apart to provide access for him, briefly wondering if he or Julie would notice, and if this further earmarked her as a slut. She shut her eyes as he slipped two fingers inside her now and began fucking her, just as he’d done to his girlfriend a few minutes ago. Amanda tried to contain her pleasure, again lest Julie become jealous or upset. She also tried to will herself to not thrust back against his invading fingers, but found herself failing miserably in this regard.
“Mmmmmmmm…” A soft moan, from in front of her. Amanda opened her eyes to find Julie’s tightly closed, an expression of bliss on her face. Looking further, the redhead noted the cause–the other woman’s left hand was still on the desk, steadying herself, but the other hand had disappeared off of the desktop. Julie was touching herself…
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When not writing, Dylan enjoys football, grilling, Netflix and flavored vodka. He resides in suburban Chicago with his wife and cat.
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