Brittany Stevens Office Slut Part 2

Mr Jones, the President of Sharpfield and Jones, smirked as he leaned back in his black, leather chair armchair and took a sip of the coffee his assistant had brought him. There was nothing better than a coffee to perk him up first thing in the morning. Well, almost nothing. He took another sip and glanced down at his assistant as she bobbed and slurped on his cock with those big, pink, glossy lips of hers. He was amazed at the skill and finesse she showed as she brought her lips up and down his thick, ten-inch cock. Wrapping her long tongue around the shaft as she inhaled him balls deep. She was slurping and sucking like she was starving for it. Brittany had instantly proven herself to be the perfect Personal Assistant, ever since the very first job interview where she had fucked and sucked her way into the position two weeks ago. She had recently started a routine of greeting Mr Jones every morning with a hot, steaming coffee and a wet, filthy blowjob, “It’s important to start the day off right, Mr Jones!” She had giggled as she dropped to her knees eagerly. Brittany sucked cock better than anyone Mr Jones had ever encountered and he was enjoying it very much. She was terrible at filing and making appointments but who cares; Mr Jones had secretaries for shit like that. Mr Jones was young for an executive president, most people guessed about forty. Tall, dark, with broad shoulders and an impressive build, the pants of his crisp, expensive suit wide open. Brittany was twenty-one years old and Tunalı escort bayan happy to flaunt. She stood 5″5, with a body that she loved to take care of with regular trips to gym and to the beach. Long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders; she had blue eyes, big pink lips, and nice perky 32DD breasts over a firm flat stomach, a nice round bubble butt, a shaved pussy and long tanned legs. Mr Jones grunted again, putting his coffee down on the desk and gripped Brittney by her long, blonde hair as she started bobbing faster and deeper on his throbbing pole, massaging his big, hairy balls with her manicured fingers, she started working his cock faster and faster. Slurping, sucking noises filled the room as she increased her pace, Mr Jones couldn’t hold on any longer. “FUUUCCCkkkk!” He grunted as he started to blow his load. Brittany grabbed his cock and started jerking it into her open mouth, pumping thick loads of spunk down her throat, before swallowing with a loud “Gulp!” “Thanks for breakfast Boss!” She smiled as she stood up, licking her lips and adjusting her skirt. Mr Jones had made it plain to Brittany that the dress code for her job would be ‘Slutty and Revealing’ which was more than okay with her. Today she was wearing a tight, low cut blouse and jacket, her big juicy tits almost popping out, a tiny, black business skirt, more like a belt, thigh high stockings, that stopped at her upper thighs and some very sheer, very black high heels Escort ulus to finish the look. Brittany just didn’t see the point of having a body that she looked after, and not show it off to the world. Plus she loved the attention and favors that she got from doing it. “Anytime Miss Stevens,” Mr Jones smirked as he adjusted his pants back into place, “That will be all for this morning I think, but check your emails, I’m going to require you to help me with a special project tonight!” Brittany smiled, “Sure Boss, you know I’m always happy to serve, anytime, day or night!” Brittany was curious, a special project? What could that mean? But she didn’t want to impose on Mr Jones and the important work he did so she turned around and walked out of his office, Mr Jones’ raked his eyes over that round, toned ass all the way to the door. Brittany licked her lips again, savoring the delicious taste of warm cum as she strutted past Mr Jones’ secretary, Amy. Amy hated Brittany , she hated the slutty way Brittany dressed around the office, and she hated the way all the men of Sharpfield and Jones couldn’t keep their eyes off her. This was a real shame because Amy would look pretty great if she put the effort in. Brittany knew this and loved it; she loved to tease Amy any chance she got. Leaning against Amy’s desk Brittany sighed, “Holy shit, I think Mr Jones just pumped a gallon down my throat!” She giggled. Amy stared at Brittany , shocked as Brittany strutted off, shaking yenimahalle escort that round ass as she stepped into the elevator. Brittany decided to head home. Mr Jones had made it clear that he wouldn’t need her until tonight and there was no other reason to stick around. Later, in her apartment, she flicked through her emails, naked, except for her favorite silk Kimono tied loosely around her curves. From: Mr Jones Subject: Tonight Hello Miss Stevens, Tonight I have arranged for you to meet a very important client and I at the Hilton Hotel. His name is Bill Sharpton and I need him very satisfied so he gives us his account. I think you can take care of this for me can’t you? The room number is 314, be there at 8 pm sharp. Brittany smiled to herself, “A challenge!” She was more than happy to be used as some sort of ‘deal-closer’ by Mr Jones. In fact, the very idea of it was already making her wet. Brittany stepped into her walk in wardrobe and began to select the outfit she would wear that night. Several hours later Brittany was strutting down the hallway of the Hilton Hotel, her heels clicking across the marble floor, her jacket wrapped tight around her, she arrived at room 314 and opened the door, dropping her jacket to the floor as she stepped inside. Brittany was wearing a very tiny, very slutty schoolgirl outfit, her blonde hair bunched into pigtails, she was wearing thick mascara and fake eyelashes, thick, pink lip gloss that made her big lips look shiny and wet, a lil white blouse that barely covered her big, juicy tits, a tiny plaid skirt that only covered half her round, bubble butt, thigh high white stockings and white fuck-me heels. Bra and panties were of course out of the question. Bill and Mr Jones’ mouths dropped open as she strutted through the door.