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Old 08-17-2006, 10:58 AM
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Hornier than two toads, Crucial Williams, a gorgeous vamp, rushed into the law offices of Gregg, Gregory and Craig’s on South Beach, this glorious Miami morning, March 25, 2006, around 8 PM and turned on all the lights, killed the alarm, sent the security guard’s fat ass home after giving him the rest of her Dunkin Donuts and she flipped open her laptop, turning it on.
She had a few memos to fax. Turning on the stereo, an awesome sound system her boss bought for her when she first got hired (because she sucked good dick to get hired), she relaxed, trying to shake off sleep. She was still tired.
Dressed to kill in a snap-and-you’ll-miss-it black pinstriped skirt suit with African bangles, she looked over the paintings hanging around the fancy office. All black art. She loved it. Tapping her foot to some Lyfe Jennings, she stuck a number 2 pencil in her curly hair, which was pulled into a tight bun, and smiled to herself.
Sighing and still a little tired, late night of partying, you didn’t turn down her best friend Etta’s parties, which she seemed to throw once a week, she quickly checked the lavish bathroom with the fancy Jacuzzi and bathtub, sprayed some air freshener to get the smells of yesterday out of there, opened the blinds by remote control, keeping the vertical blinds a little angled so not to get too much sunlight.
Her L’Oreal sublime glow-clad skin glistened from the sun rays. The slogan was The New Body Language. Shit better deliver, because her body wasn’t saying much of shit right now. She ran her tongue across her full lips, tasting the candy-flavored red lipstick her lesbian lover California bought her for their third anniversary last week. She‘d had this lipstick on when she ate her woman out just after dinner the same night, smearing red lipstick all over her pink, sweet smelling pussy. She could damn near smell it now. Conventionally pretty, she pushed those thoughts from her head.
She felt beautiful, alive and sexy. So sexy in fact she brought a little teaser to work: a huge vibrator, a new gift. Dick on the Go. For the Slut in you. She laughed at her humor.
“Shit, I’ma get me a quick cum up before the boss gets in. He always call before getting here, probably getting used to his fancy Razor phone.”
She looked around the spaciously-huge office with the fancy ceramic vases here and there, technology out the ass, like NASA was based right at the touch of her fingers; there were fancy chandeliers from Italy here and there, earth toned colors, which always seemed to put her in a good mood. Definitely was rubbing off on her.
She left the panties home. She hardly ever wore panties. Who needed the hassle? Plus she seemed to always get a yeast infection when she wore them. Her pussy needed to breathe. Shit, bottom line. Panties were just indiscreet cock blockers and she didn’t feel like being bothered by any barrier between fingers and pussy. Not today. And especially after last night. She didn’t have the sex-sational night of passionate lovemaking like she’d grown used to. Her lover seemed preoccupied and thoughtless, her movement like sharp razors on concrete, just wasn’t getting anywhere. And she went to bed, angry and frustrated, having to suck her thumb through the night to keep from throwing her lover out on her ass!
Sitting behind her desk, she pushed her skirt up past her hips with a flourish, and what voluptuous hips. She damn near pissed on herself from the anticipation. Its about to go down! She turned on the vibrator, which lubricated itself, some new fancy shit her cousin bought her from Tokyo and sent to her Federal Express not that long ago. His whorish-ass was in the United States Airforce over there, fucking anything with two feet, trying to convince her to pay him a visit. Chinese men with narrowed eyes and an even narrower dick never got her past the thinking stages.
Time to get to work!
She rubbed her pussy with long black nails, careful not to cut herself…sucked the wetness from her fingers, tasted like salt, the smell sent her haywire, and spread her velvet box with mountains of pubic hair in the V-shape, sliding the dildo so deep into her body she had to arch her back.
What a wonderful feeling!
Feeling adventurous she opened the vertical blinds all the way, so the people in the other buildings could get a sneak peek and she got a burst of excitement, putting her stiletto-clad feet on her desk, spreading her legs as far as they’d go, and working the vibrating plastic toy, angling it so it hummed against her achingly sensitive clitoris, and she bit her lip, grinding on her seat. The leather felt like the hands of a man…the grooves pressed against her back felt like those massaging balls.
The pencil fell from her hair.
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