It was a new day and I was back in the same conference room of the Wallace Hotel where I had my first meeting with Malcolm. He wasn't here yet but I was informed by his assistant that he was on his way so I readied myself for when he would show up so I could demand some changes to the contract.
I wore a much longer dress this time, one that didn't show any cleavage – that was how badly I wanted to remain focused because the way he looked at me the last time made me super horny and my attire had a major role to play in that. I was ready to put my foot down and nothing was going to stop me.
I was there for a few minutes before I heard some noises coming from outside the door. Thankfully, the walls of the conference room were made of see-through glass and when I looked through them, I saw him! He was suited up just as he was on our first meeting and just like then, I could feel my heart rate rising the closer he got.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Cherry? Get a hold of yourself, you horny bitch," I muttered to myself.
He opened the door and as he stepped into the room, the temperature within those four walls were suddenly at an all-time high. I'm pretty sure that the room wasn't really hot; I was the one who was hot and more than anything, I wanted him to rip off my dress and fuck the shit out of me right there on that table. To my surprise, that's exactly what he did.
"It's good to see you again, Cherry," Malcolm said as he strode over to my seat.
Without saying another word, he reached me and sprang me out of my seat with so much ease it felt like I was being lifted by a giant. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me in his arms, aroused out of my mind and craving his wood in me so badly that my coochie was literally crying from the overwhelming desire that I felt.
Malcolm placed me on the table rather roughly but I didn't mind. I like it. I liked it a lot and I wanted more. I stared at him intensely as he spread my legs apart and pulled my dress up to my thighs. As his hands prepared my body for what was to come, I couldn't help but stare at his yummy-looking lips. They were so thick, so full, so soft and juicy looking and I wanted to bite them. I wanted to taste them and I tried to but he didn't let me.
"That's not why we're here," he said as he caught my lips in his hand.
He pushed me back on the desk and I just lay there, flat-out with my legs spread, waiting anxiously to feel him inside of me. He put his warm hands on my supple breasts and massaged my nipples through my dress.
"Oh my God!" I moaned as he worked his magic on me.
It felt so good that I could feel my girls hardened at his touch. He ran his hands down from my breasts to my stomach before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to the bulge in his trousers.
"Are you ready for me?" He asked and I nodded at him while biting my lips.
He undid his buttons and pulled down his zipper, all the while still staring straight into my eyes, never once looking away. He pulled out his cock which I was certain was extremely large but because of the position I was in, I couldn't see it. I tried to sit up so I could get a good look at it but he pushed me back down and asked me to stay still. Well, he ordered me more than he asked!
He lifted his right hand so I could see it and he placed it right in front of his mouth. Still looking at me, he spat into his hand and rubbed his dick with it. He let his tip graze across my lips and I was so wet at that moment.
"Do it! Put it in me," I begged like a sex-crazed lunatic.
He obliged to my demands and ran his wood into me, and just as it went in, I moaned in pleasure which didn't last because my daydream got interrupted when I heard the door creak open.