Doing A Carol 38
Dear Diary.
A few minutes later we were in Pascal’s office. It was dark, but I could just about see it was nicely decorated in the same plush style as the hotel, with extra business folders on the shelves and a laptop on the desk.
Pascal turned on a nearby Tiffany lamp, quickly removed the laptop and cleared the desk ready for me to perch on it.
‘This is nice,’ I said looking around his private space.
‘Am I going to be your office girl tonight and are you going to straighten your paperwork to file away in my drawers?’
Pascal smiled. ‘I’m definitely going to file those drawers!’
I giggled. ‘Why Pascal, with that attitude I think you’ll have to dip your thick nib into my ink well.’
‘Is that so?’
‘Yes. My office needs seeing to and I need a good, strong manager to sort it out.’
Pascal laughed. ‘I’m going to sort you out, good and proper.’
He then turned around and locked the door. ‘Just in case as I don’t want us to be disturbed.’
He then removed his jacket and threw it on a chair.
‘Of course. We don’t want anyone to walk in on us do we?’ I whispered.
‘No we don’t.’
Pascal walked over and kissed me on the lips.
‘Do you entertain much in here?’ I asked as I caressed his hard bulge.
‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’
I could feel his penis throbbing through his tight trousers. Only a few more minutes and then he’ll be fucking me, in any of my wanton holes.
‘Oh. So you have had fun in here before then?’
‘Several occasions.’
‘Oh nice. And were they with horny housewives like me?’
‘Yes.’
We kissed again.
‘Oh Pascal,’ I heaved as I leant back on the desk. ‘I’ve been a very naughty girl.’
‘Yes you have. You’ve been a right little prick tease all night.’
‘Have I?’ I asked, giving him a sly smile.
‘Yes you have. Though not just with me but with one of my staff too!’
You filthy fucker. How do you know? Have you been watching me all night? I bet you have. Oh my God! And did you see me groping Jeremy under the table? Oh, the shame.
‘But he was only practice material,’ I protested in a mocking fashion.
‘I’m not sure if he thought of it as that! I guess he thought he was in with a chance with you.’
‘Do you think so?’
‘I know so. You’re a fantasy fuck. It’s what most young guys dream about. A highly sexual mature woman.’
‘Ooh. That’s nice to be thought as a young man’s play thing.’
I guided Pascal’s hand to rub my damp panties. His touch felt good as his fingers lightly fondled my crotch.
‘Would you let him fuck you like I’m going to fuck you?’
‘Oh yes,’ I groaned as his fingers became more erratic. ‘I need two men’s cum in me.’
‘Mrs Banks. You are a dirty fucking bitch. I may have to make your wish come true.’
‘Oh please do.’
Pascal smiled as he pulled down my sleeves and let the boys bounce loose in to the fresh air.
‘Marvelous,’ his admiration gazed over my full breasts. ‘They are beautiful.’
He then leant in and licked one of my nipples.
‘Would you let Scott do that to you?’ He asked.
‘Yes I would.’
‘You slut.’
‘Yes I am.’
Not caring about what a horny slut I was going to become that night, I opened my legs wide to offer Pascal my marital fruit.
He didn’t need any encouragement to enter my space and pick the cherries off my tree.
Pascal looked up from licking my breasts and pressed his hard thick bulge against my moist crotch.
Our lips locked and our tongues danced a dirty duet as his hands explored my thighs, lifting my dress up inch by inch.
It felt good with him rubbing up against me, bursting the bubble of our sexual tension.
‘What else would you let Scott do to you?’ He asked, inbetween our bated breath.
‘He can do whatever he wants.’
‘I’m sure he’d like that,’ Pascal said with his hands now gripping my arse and pulling me in closer to him.
‘You can suck him as I fuck you. Would you like that Mrs Banks?’
‘Who’s the prick tease now?’ I asked.
Pascal laughed. ‘Do you fancy a threesome then?’ He joked. I can easily arrange it.’
Bastard. Just for that I’m going to call his bluff and see if this is for real.’
‘Yes. I’d love a threesome.’
He didn’t flinch, nor reacted to that answer. It was as though it was a normal day to day request.
Pascal continued to seduce me and seductively kissed my neck. His soft lips tickled my sensitive skin as they gently glided up and down.
Why didn’t he say anything? I know it can be an unusual request to some, but nothing?
Why is this? Has he done this before? Have I been their sexual target all night and been played like a right tool?
Have they dangled their solid rods in front of me to tempt me, lure me in like a naive fly and trap me in their devious web?
Well there was only one way to find out, wasn’t there?
‘Call him in and see if he’s willing to join,’ I demanded.
Pascal released his grip, picked up the phone and called reception.
In the meantime, I stood up, dropped my dress to the floor and resumed my position on the table. I’m now laying on the desk wearing my black stockings, suspender belt, black lace panties and a smile.
A few minutes later, though it felt like a life time, there was a knock at the door.
‘Are you ready?’ Pascal asked.
‘Always,’ I said.
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