Free I Never Said I Was a Good Girl by Elle Welch Page A

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    I head over to Omari’s office in Midtown, my nipples hard with anticipation the whole drive there. I knew he would never see this coming. We were scheduled to spend next Sunday and Monday together but I couldn’t wait, better yet I didn’t want to, wait. Butterflies fluttered around in my stomach as I got off the elevator and walked down the hall to his office. I step through the door “Good morning Chantel. Is Omari available?” I ask his assistant as I walk up to her desk.
    “Hey Ms. English! I didn’t see you on his schedule this morning.” She grabs his appointment book in a frenzy.
    “You didn’t miss anything. I am not scheduled for today but something came up that I was hoping to discuss with him today.”
    “Oh thank goodness cause if I would have missed an appointment he would have killed me. Give me a moment.” She picks up the phone and dials his extension 618. “B is here to see you are you available? You are in luck. Go right in, B. And by the way you are WEARING that red.” She snaps her fingers in the air and we both laugh.
    “Thanks Chantel.”
    I open the door and enter his private office. I take off my shades and I look at him and he looks at me taking in every curve. I turn around and slowly close the door making it a point to stick my butt out a little more for his viewing pleasure. I begin to think how crazy I am for what I’m about to do but realize it is too late now.
    I walk past the big window that the office and the lobby share and I close the blinds. Just as Omari says “What’s up B?” I turn around place my shades on the desk and slowly lick my lips and bite on my bottom lip. I slowly lift up my halter top and pull it up over my head freeing my breasts. I begin to play with my nipples and squeeze my breasts while slowly walking towards Omari. By the look on his face and the bulge in his pants I know I have his undivided attention. His eyes are glued to my breasts and by the way he is licking his lips, I can tell how badly he wants to taste them. I straddle his lap the same way I did the night we had dinner but this time, I am going to remain in control. We begin to kiss and he palms both my breasts. He breaks our kiss and begins to suck on my left nipple then my right, giving them equal attention.
    I feel myself losing control so I gently push him away as I stand up. I push his chair back and kneel down in front of him. I unbutton his slacks and free his rock hard penis from its cage. I begin to tongue kiss his genitals as I stroke him up and down and up and down. I look him in his eyes as I lick his helmet getting it nice and wet. We stare at each other as I take all of his nine inches in my mouth. I suck and I stroke. I stroke and I suck until Omari closes his eyes and moans “Yes, B, Yes!” I increase my pace as I hold his member in my right hand and use my left hand to massage his balls.
    “Damn Brazille you gonna make me cum... Ah, ah,ahhhh shiiiit! I’m cumming B!” He said in a barely audible excited whisper. I suck for a second or two longer until I taste a little bit of his lava, really not wanting to stop until I fill my mouth with it all, but hell even the biggest ho shouldn’t swallow before she gets named the main chick.
    I release him just in time to watch his cum shoot in big globs all over my big full round breasts. I rub his cock all over my titties, bathing them in his cum and rubbing my still erect nipples with the head of his dick. I stand up, smile at him and grab my purse off his desk and my halter top off the floor and walk into the bathroom connected to his office.
    I close the door and giggle to myself ‘yes baby you aren’t the only one who can plan surprises.’ I take the wash cloth out of my purse. Yes, I stay prepared. I wash my breasts and my face. I reapply my lipstick and exit the bathroom.
    Omari is looking at me with his mouth open, pants still unbuttoned and a glazed look in his eyes and says “What was that about?”
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