Umm... Yes, that would be great."

She turned to leave and I noticed her extremely short skirt, which was unable to cover her ample bottom. As she sauntered towards the kitchen, I couldn't peel my eyes off her long athletic legs encased in lace-top sheer seamed stockings.

When she returned with the tea and bent to put the tray on the table, I was rewarded with the view of her overflowing cleavage.

She brought the cup set that we don't normally use. It was my mom favorite and most valued item, which her mom gifted her as a wedding gift.

She caught me looking at her cleavage but didn't try to straighten or cover up.

Instead, she gave me a very seductive smile and continued pouring tea in the cup from the pot.

😐 what is she trying to do? Seduce me? 😐

"How much sugar, Sir?"

My inspection of her bossom was interrupted by her sudden question. I replied somewhat embarrassed, "One teaspoon please."

She poured a teaspoon of sugar in the tea with her perfectly manicured fingers, her nails nicely painted pink with glitter. She stirred the tea a bit longer than necessary giving me ample time to finish inspecting her oranges.

"Here's your tea Sir." She handed me the cup with a sly grin and took the tray to the kitchen.

As I sipped the hot tea down my throat, beads of perspiration formed on my forehead, more from excitement than heat and I felt a little giddy.

My heart began to race and I felt a little out of breath, blood coursed to the wrong part of my body.

I looked at the tea with suspicion and smelled it, but I couldn't find anything wrong with it.

My aroused state also didn't help matters. The blatant exhibitionism by Jenny had made me hard and extremely horny.

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I must have been lost in my dirty thoughts when she came back. So when she touched my forehead and asked, "Are you all right Sir, you look flushed?" I dropped the cup of tea on my shirt and it spilled down to my trouser.

I sprang straight up as a knee jerk reaction and the bulge in my pant was pointing out, as if trying to accuse her of this sudden intrusion of my privacy by touching me, but I knew it was more than that.

"OH MY GOD! I am sorry! Did I startle you Sir? I'm so sorry. I came in I saw you looking flushed and I wanted to see whether you were feeling alright. Please am sorry! I will clean this mess up in no time and make up for it, I promise.

We were lucky that the cup didn't break in all this commotion as it fell on the sofa after bouncing of off me, otherwise we would all have been in trouble.

She took the clean towel hanging from the belt in her dress and started to wipe the stains of tea from my shirt. I stood there with my machine struggling to be freed from captivity.

Joy was quite shorter than me in height but she was wearing black stilettos which put her to my level. I was concentrating hard not to think about... well, about things I would like to do to , so that my bulldozer would soften down but her perfume was making the job harder.

I tried to remember about the quarterly report, my schedule for Monday, but I failed miserably as her oranges were so close to my body.

🌷 "Grope them. Lift her skirt and fondle her a*s-cheeks while nibbling on her ear lobe, making her moan". My dirty mind keep telling me.🌷

I am surely not going to lose that boner with these thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to push her away from me but she had other plans.

At first, I thought I was imagining things but slowly I noticed she was coming closer and closer to me while wiping the stains. Seconds turned to minutes but she kept on wiping, inching slowly towards me until her luscious breasts with significantly long and erect nipples brushed my chest.

My odogwu twitched at this and her hands slid lower than necessary until they brushed ever so lightly on my bulldozer. "Feeling good Sir?" she asked me in hushed tone. .

🌷 She is a wily seductress who was trapping me with her charms like a spider traps its prey with its thread. No girl have ever seduced me up to this point. 🌷

🌷Joy pov🌷

Looking at the situation at the moment, it seems like am finally going to get what I wanted. All I need is his sperm. My missionis to get pregnant for him as my mom advised me.

"If you get pregnant for him, you Will surely marry him". My mom said.

💅His mom visited us 2 days ego and I heard them discussing about the long vacation. I interrupted and offered to stay with him.💅

My mom is his mother's close friend. We are rich but not close to them. They are Billionaires, the only Billionaires in state.

I started to clean the mess on his trouser as I dropped on my kneels facing him. I took my time wiping it seductively. I can see his d*ick struggling to be released from the fabric.

I looked up at him. He was looking upward at the ceiling, probably thinking about something. I continue what am doing, occasionally brushing over his d*ick. As I gained confident, I reached up and unbuckled his belt.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he seem to come back from wonderland.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I think the tea might have messed your boxers too. I hope you won't mind....Lemme take it care of it". I said removing his belt.

As I proceed to unzip him, He caught hold of my hand 😐