Armand's Assistant

Friday

7:00 AM

Finally Friday

It was finally Friday, F Day, I thought to step out of the shower refusing to spend the next two days f*****g myself and pretending it was Armand Calderon between my legs. He wanted to f**k me; well, married or not today, he was going to get his chance, even if I had to stay in the office for the rest of the night. The where didn’t matter his office, the bathroom, the hallway it didn’t matter, hell the way I was feeling; he could bend me over my desk, right in front of Julia and f**k meu until I screamed his name.  I didn’t give a s**t anymore; today was the day. 

“Damn,” I cursed as a tingling sensation swept through me, settling between my legs, and hot liquid pouring out of me that was the problem with thinking about Calderon. It always turned me on.  

“Hmmm” I moaned leaning up against the bathroom wall, spreading my legs apart, my hands moving between my legs, where fingers began expertly moving, circling, pinching, in and out, in and out, the feeling building, “hmmm” my breath coming harder and harder, “yes…” cried out softly as the tingling sensation intensified between my legs, yes I thought, with a smile, yes, bells, damn… I was beginning to hear sounds, nonstop bells ringing in my head no wait, it’s the doorbell. Too bad, whoever it was at the door was going to wait I thought spreading the lips of my p***y apart.

“f**k!” I cursed a few seconds later, unable to ignore the irritating song anymore. Whoever it was at the door apparently had no intentions of leaving. Reluctantly I grabbed the robe lying on the sink and rushed out of my bathroom to the door

“Mr. Calderon, what are you doing here?” I asked surprised to see him and then back away when our eyes met…”Wow!”

“Playtime was over, time to pay.” He growled, stepping inside my apartment, and slamming the door shut. And then he began rattling off orders. “One…drop the f*****g Mr. in a few minutes you are going to call me Armand, that is a promise.” pulling his T-shirt over his head, he tossed it aside, not caring where it landed.  It was then that I notice he wasn’t wearing a suit but t-shirt and jean, “two,” kicking off his shoes “f**k the office and three, drop the f*****g robe, today you are getting f****d hard and fast” stripping off his jeans “today, your ass belongs to me.”

“Wow!” I gasped pulling the towel free and dropping it carelessly to the floor. My eyes locked on his c**k; it was huge, hard, and even bigger than I had first noticed. I felt my p***y clench and unclench in anticipation, and it was mine. Reaching down in front of me with both hands, I squeezed my throbbing p***y I creamed instantly “condoms… please tell me you brought them” I begged knowing the way I felt I would let him f**k me without it.

“No problem…” he said, his words coming strained as if it was too much to touch himself rolling the rubber over his c**k” my turn” reaching for me “hard and fast.”

Seconds later, I was being pressed against the wall. Armand’s hands under my legs, holding me up as he pushed his engorged c**k up my wet p***y, creamed again. Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck as he continued to f**k me, driving his c**k into my p***y again and again like a possessed man, f*****g me harder than I had ever been f****d before and again screaming as my orgasm rip through my body, leaving me weak an breathless.

“Yes…yes… f**k me…harder… harder f**k me, f**k me…” I begged hysterically

“Say it… say my name…” he grunted between each thrust “say my name.”

“Armand, Armand… yes, f**k me, Armand.” I screamed between breaths.

He was like a man possessed, the more I called out his name, the harder he f****d me until finally, he pressed me hard against the wall and roar into my neck…spilling into my swollen p***y and the condom.

“Wow…’ I managed to say as we both stood panting against the wall, Armand’s c**k still buried inside me “that was incredible.” 

“That was just the beginning… where’s the bedroom.”

“What…” 

“f**k it,” he said pulling me off the wall “this will do for now” sitting me on the edge of my small rectangle table and dropping to his knees between my legs “hold on, I want to taste you.”

There was no time to think much less breathe, without another word, Armand's mouth covered my p***y, and he began to eat me

He was right; not only did I call his name, but by the fourth time, we made it to the bedroom.

 Monday 7:45 AM

            Jade Calderon called in sick

            8:45 AM

            Armand Calderon informed his staff that he would be out of the office for the rest of the day.