I coquettishly smile at him, while slowly unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse; then, in a seductive manner, teasingly slide my fingertips up and down my exposed cleavage line. … I can see the bulge in his underwear start growing, as the tip of his dick pushes up against it; creating an easily identifiable impression of it through the material.
Oh yeah; it won’t be long before I have him wrapped around my little finger…
“Who says it’s all of a sudden? I’ve always wanted to fuck you; Alan. … And yes, I know you’re supposed to be marrying Helena soon; which is why I’m here now…”
I unfasten the clip, and pull down the zipper; and, allow my skirt to drop to the floor…
“It would be awkward for everyone if I fucked you after you two got married. … Right?”
All signs of suspicion are quickly dispelled from his eyes; as his stiffening dick pokes through the slit in the front of his underwear … followed by his swelling balls. … I remove my blouse and bra; then, go over to the bed, and sit down beside him.
I spit into the palms of my hands; then, start to stroke his dick and play with his balls. And, as I do this, Alan man-handles my breasts; firmly grasping hold of them, while pulling them up against his face … and; tightly squeezes both ends together, to shove both of my puffed-out nipples into his mouth, and wildly suck on them at the same time.
I can feel his dick throbbing more and more with each stroke of my hands; which quickly turns me on, and makes me hot and wet. And, before I know it; my panties are soaked. I give in and allow myself to fall into a horny frenzy; and, savagely tear both our underwear off … then; I immediately mount his fully-engorged dick, and aggressively grind my sopping wet crotch against his.
“Wait…” He tries to get up. “Let me put on a condom.”
I push him back down, and grasp hold of his wrists; pinning them down on the mattress. I lean in, and hover my face inches over his; devilishly grinning, as I now slowly grind him…
“You want to put a condom on … really? Do you think my pussy would feel as good as it does now, if you wrap up your dick?”
Alan easily breaks away from my hold; and, tosses me aside. In an instant; he tightly grasps hold of my ankles, and quickly raises my legs up into the air, while spreading them wide apart … sort of like Casper Whitmore did that night at the hotel. I guess it’s an Alpha thing.
He forcefully rams his fully-engorged dick into my drenched pussy; and, thrust it up deep inside of me. … And now; he leans in, and hovers his face inches over mine…
“Who do you think you are; bitch? I’m the next Alpha of the Rainier Pack … and, I’m the one who’ll be doing the fucking here; not you.”
I coquettishly smile at him; then, goad him on…
“Then shut up, and fuck me … next Alpha.”
He begins to wildly thrust his pelvis up and down; aggressively shoving his dick up deeper inside me … while I tightly wrap my legs around his gyrating waist.
We begin to simultaneously moan and groan; as we both succumb to our carnal desire to fuck one another. And shortly, we rapturously howl together; as we both intensely cum. … Then, we continue; moving onto round two.
And, just like that night with Casper Whitmore; I allow Alan to keep on cumming inside me … load after glorious load.
I hear Selene only stop moaning once; and, just long enough to gloat…
“Oh, yeah; we got you now … bitch.”
Back down at the Whitmore Corporation’s corporate headquarters…
To say that Casper Whitmore’s day hasn’t been going too well so far would be an understatement at the very least. And … unfortunately for him … this day isn’t over, yet.
Today is the first day of work for Veronica Childress … aka ‘Madame X’.
**Casper’s POV**
I’ve just finished clearing my head, somewhat … well; the best that I could under the circumstances … and, I walking back down the stairwell; when I suddenly hear Phil mind-link me…
“Shoot, Casper; I forgot to tell you … I happened to run into the new Executive Secretary, before; who’s starting work today.”
“And?”
“And; I’m torn … I can’t decide whether you’re going to like it, or not.”
“What do you mean … who is she?”
“Oh … you’ll find out when you see her.”
“Phil; I’m really not in the mood for any more surprise, today. Just tell me who…”
“Hold on, Casper; I’m getting a call on my cellphone … let me see; who is it … ah; sorry, I have to take this call. Got to go. Talk to you a little later. Bye.”
Okay … what was all that about? … Again; I’m seriously not in the mood for any more surprises.
I’m nearly at my office; when I hear an unmistakably familiar, melodious voice from my past, calling out to me from the coffee station…
“Good afternoon; Mr. Whitmore … long time, no see.”
No way; it can’t be her. … Can it?
The voice flirtatiously inquires, “What’s the matter; cat got your tongue? … If that’s it; at least let it be my cat.”
Yes … it’s definitely her. Phil hit the nail on the head with that call of not being sure if I’m going to like it, or not. Right now; the jury’s still out on that verdict.
I look over towards the coffee station … there she is, leaning up against the door frame; with her arms strategically folded across her chest, firmly pushing up on her overly-ample breasts to enhance her enticing cleavage line … exuding her usual seductive air of confidence.
She coquettishly smiles. “Well … aren’t you happy to see me?”