The Slut Behind Him

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A coffee break would never seem the same. Not after what happened.The day started pretty normally. I offered my long term colleague, Angie, a coffee and if she wanted, I would splash out on an exuberant coffee and walnut or carrot cake. She took me up on the offer. In the rather long queue, one thing led to another and before I knew it the conversation had become raunchy. She was suggesting that I gave her cream with her cake and when I innocently asked the assistant to add cream as well, I got nudged in the ribs by her elbow.Her wicked smile informed me that I had got the wrong end of the conversation and I kicked myself for it. We Ankara escort chose a table as far away from people as we could and you could tell from some glares that we received that our body language and fits of giggles were getting to the some of the people nearby. In a hospital, I could see how that would make some people uncomfortable.We left them to it and wandered back to our offices; Angie stopped outside room C141. She looked up at me and I looked down into her ample cleavage. In all my life I had not seen breasts as big as hers and it started me wondering.“How about that cream you promised Ankara escort bayan me?” She asked.I looked dumbfounded until she nodded towards the door. I smiled at her.“Go on then,” I said.She opened the cupboard door and stepped inside. I followed.To say the experience was exhilarating was an understatement. I had quickly concluded that Angie was no virgin to giving blowjobs as she knelt on the floor. Even the shelving rattled as I clung to it for stability; rows of cleaning material and disposable hospital equipment threatened to come crashing down on top of her.I wasn’t going to leave that Escort Ankara cupboard without pleasuring her and while she was still filling her mouth I pushed her back towards a stack of two chairs and made her sit on them.I knelt between her legs and pried her legs apart. My fingers found themselves sweeping her knickers to one side, circling her moist lips and finding her wet entrance. I slipped two fingers inside her and curled them upwards to her g-spot. My head was level with her breasts and I kissed her cleavage. It wasn’t enough.“Get your tits out,” I growled at her. My fingers pushed inside her pussy and I slid them in and out easily.She released two buttons on her blouse, dipped her hand in and pulled one of her breasts out and then repeated the process for the other. They were fucking huge and they threatened to engulf me. I wondered how she had managed to keep them contained for such a long time. Special bras no doubt.

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