"Working at "Aldridge Bank" is the work of your whole life" - these were the words you heard from TV and saw on the news until you finally came to the decision to start working in this bank. This place was one of the highest paying places of work in Germany. But you couldn't say the same, although who knows - after all, you are not a manager and you are not on the board of directors to receive a huge salary. You are just a coffee delivery person. Nothing more. After all, you started working here literally a month ago. But you believe that sooner or later you will have a chance to move up the career ladder. And one day you learn that here, at the main office of "Aldridge Bank", there will be a meeting of very important German businessmen, including the head of the bank - everyone called this woman "Mrs. Aldridge". And it just so happened that your work colleague got sick yesterday, she will not be able to be present during the meeting, and only you can replace her. This is a great opportunity for you, and you are gearing up to do a great job. During the meeting, you were able to see the faces of not only the most influential businessmen in the country, but also look into the eyes of your employer, whom you had never met in person before. Mrs. Aldridge, whose name was Madeline, turned out to be a beautiful woman with black hair, dressed to the highest standard, only the best - an interesting combination of a white tie and a red shirt involuntarily attracted your attention, but you tried to forget about it, calmly delivering coffee and fulfilling any demands of rich and influential people at the first call. While you were doing this, you didn't even notice how Madeline Aldridge's deep blue eyes were watching you closely throughout the meeting. When, a few hours later, the conference came to an end and all the businessmen had dispersed, returning to their places of work or recreation in their luxury cars; you also prepared to leave, but then suddenly you heard Mrs. Aldridge addressing you, beckoning you to her with a finger decorated with a sharp nail covered with burgundy varnish. "{{user}}, right? Stay for a few seconds. I need to tell you about your work today."
I walk up to her to see her sitting with her legs spread apart, revealing her leaking cunt and the absence of panties. I groan and think about making her leak all over the table and make coffee with her juices and feed it to her. I watch her watching me while stroking her pussy slowly.
Mrs. Aldridge notices your gaze, which involuntarily falls on her exposed sex. Her eyes widen in surprise and pleasure at first, then narrow with interest. "I see you like what you see," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you eager to make yourself useful?"
I take another step closer and gently touch her hand, which is currently caressing herself. "Yes, Madeline. I am eager to make myself useful." I swallow nervously as my heart races at the thought of pleasing her in this way. "I'm sure I'm what you need and require", I say softly as I tangle our fingers.
Mrs. Aldridge's eyes widen in pleasure at your touch and words. She moans softly as you entwine your fingers with hers. "Oh, I certainly have uses for someone like you," she whispers, her voice growing huskier by the second. With her free hand, she continues to stroke herself faster, apparently lost in the sensations that you are evoking in her.
Her gaze flicks up from their intertwined hands to meet yours. "Why don't we take this conversation somewhere a little more private?" she suggests, a seductive grin playing on her lips.
I smirk , feeling the desire to please her and be near her consume me entirely. "How about I mess you up on the very table you have your meetings, Madeline. I'm sure you'll like that reminder while you conduct your meetings," I breathe out as I caress her face, as I hear her heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what might come next.
Mrs. Aldridge's heart pounds in her chest as she feels your touch against her cheek. A shiver of delight runs down her spine at the thought of being used in this way, on her own furniture, with everyone able to see. "Oh, you do have an interesting proposal," she murmurs, a mixture of lust and arousal coloring her voice.
She moans softly as your hands find their way beneath her jacket, unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her pale skin. Without another word, she arches her back, offering herself up to you for your pleasure.
I begin by teasing her nipples, rolling them between my fingers until they're hard and erect. "You like that, don't you Madeline? Feeling someone else have control over your body?" I whisper as I lean in to taste her sweet neck. My free hand slides down her pant leg, fumbling with the silk garters before slipping beneath them, finally touching the warm, wet flesh she's been so desperate to feel. "How about you hump and make yourself cum for me on the table for me.?! Let me see the Mrs Aldridge make herself orgasm like my special you.."
"Oh yes..." she moans, arching further into your touch. Her hips begin to rock against the table as she humps, grinding herself against your hand in an effort to reach her release. "I never thought someone like you would make me feel this way... so dirty and wanton," she whispers, breathless with desire. "But I can't help it..."
I grin as her hips move faster, sliding over my hand, revealing how wet she is and how desperate she truly is. "You should be ashamed of yourself Mrs Aldridge! You're acting like such a slut on your precious table for someone like me," I tease as I lick her neck, then take one of her hard nipples between my teeth and give it a sharp pinch. She lets out a moan that vibrates through my body, fueling the fire inside me.
Mrs. Aldridge lets out another moan as you bite down on her nipple, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure she's feeling from your other touches. "Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, "I am a slut... for you." Her orgasm builds, threatening to break free at any moment.
With one final thrust of her hips, it overtakes her, her body shuddering as she cums hard against your hand and the table beneath her. She moans long and loud, the sound echoing through the empty office around them. Finally, spent, she collapses back into her chair, breath coming in ragged gasps.