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Rosemary called Bernie and told him she would be late due to a meeting at work, promising to make dinner when she arrived home. Bernie had not asked any questions. She freshened up in the break room, keeping the top buttons of her shirt undone, brushed her hair, and added a little more lip gloss before heading for Mr. Brandon’s office. When she arrived Cheryl greeted her and opened the door to the office, instructed her to have a seat, and closed it once Rosemary was inside.Rosemary looked around and fidgeted for a moment, nervous and unsure, and finally took a seat in one of the two chairs in front of the desk. It looked the same as when she had left, the polished surface gleaming in the lights, and she smiled to herself proudly. Her mind raced as her anxiety built, becoming worried about why she here and what he wanted to discuss. When the door opened it startled her, causing her to jump slightly, and she heard him laugh.”I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “Did I startle you again?””Only a little,” she assured him with a smile and a chuckle.”Please, stay seated,” he offered while closing the door. “I’m so glad you were able to meet with me.””Oh, anytime you want me, you just call,” she responded with a nervous giggle.”I will certainly keep that in mind,” he seductively replied, giving her a sly grin.Rosemary blushed slightly and absentmindedly fondled the button on her shirt. She saw his eyes glance at the movement and felt a rush of sexual energy pulse through her. He sat in his chair behind the desk, opened a drawer, and took out a remote. The blinds on the large windows to the hallway and on the outside windows descended and he put the remote back in the desk drawer, giving her a big smile and leaning his elbows on the desk. His hands were on either side of a red file folder.”I like you, Rosemary. Do you mind if I call you Rose?””No, not at all,” she answered.Her father had called her Rose.”Rose. I like the sound of that,” he admitted while nodding his head and smiling. “Rose, I think you do a great job. An important job. That’s why I wanted to see you. Well, one of the reasons.””Thank you, Mr. Brandon.””You keep this place neat and tidy, spotless really, and it promotes and protects the image of this company,” he continued. “I appreciate it, and think you should be recognized for it.”Rosemary was not used to praise and compliments. She felt slightly anxious until she realized he was being sincere.”I have had your pay adjusted to reflect the quality of your work and commitment,” he continued. “As well, I have something for you.”He slipped an envelope from the folder and slid it across the desk, leaving it near the edge. Rosemary had to lean forward to reach it and another shirt button popped open, allowing him a clear view of her cleavage escort bursa and the cups of the white bra she wore. His eyes soaked in all in, and when she sat back she left the button undone, her cleavage fully displayed. She felt strangely empowered, feeling the effect she was having on him, and the idea of him being sexually attracted to and excited by her made her feel more desirable than she had in a very long time.”A bonus, for your hard work, and to cover the cost of those new outfits you bought,” he explained.”Oh my! Thank you so much, Mr. Brandon,” she exclaimed upon looking at the check in the envelope. “That’s… that’s so much, though…””You are worth every penny,” he assured her. “Perhaps you can use some of it to get a few other outfits. You know, maybe a little more… personal.”She gave him a curious look.”For yourself. Perhaps a new dress, maybe some lingerie, or something like that,” he added with a sly grin. “Your husband might like that, too. I know I would.””Hmm, maybe,” she mused. “He’s doesn’t seem to have much interest in that.””Really? I love seeing a woman in lingerie, especially when she has a figure like yours.”Rosemary blushed at the compliment and smiled shyly.”Thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.””I mean it. You are a very shapely and appealing woman. I am certain he would find it exciting, like I would.”She smiled at the compliments and giggled.”Maybe I will get a few things.”He stood up and moved around the desk in front of her. Her eyes caught the bulge in his pants, seeing the outline of a large cock against the material, and he perched on the edge of the desk. She fidgeted in the chair, pressing her thighs together as the heat between them increased with her arousal, and played with the button on her vest that was restraining her shirt from falling open.“I find you very attractive and appealing, Rose. Actually, you remind me of someone.”“Oh, really?” she replied nervously.He was dripping with sex appeal and Rosemary found herself increasingly aroused by his forwardness and charm. She absentmindedly flipped open the button on the vest and allowed more of her breasts to be exposed. His eyes took it all in and he smiled wryly.“Yes, my first lover. She was my father’s sister. Would you like to know the story?”“Yes, I would,” she answered.He stood up and went to the bar in the corner and set out two glasses, filling them halfway with scotch, and returned to her side. He handed her the glass while leering at her exposed chest. Rosemary took a deep breath, stretching her bra tight, and took the glass from his hand. His crotch was at eye level as he stood next to her, and she had to force herself to lift her eyes to his.“Thank you.”He returned to the edge of bursa merkez escort the desk and leaned against it, sipping his drink before continuing.“My mother left when I was very young and never came back. My father took care of me until I started high school, when he passed away from cancer.”“I’m so sorry.”“Thank you. His older sister, Daphne, took me in. She was divorced and lived alone in a big house, so it worked out well. Too well, I suppose.”He paused and sipped his glass before continuing.“Well, I used to watch her cleaning and cooking, and one day I realized how much I enjoyed looking at her. Her curvy bum and wide hips as they swayed, the way her dresses and skirts clung to her hips. She always wore low cut tops, or shirts with the buttons undone, showing her cleavage. I would look whenever I could, and think about her in bed at night.”He finished the drink and took her glass, refilled both, and took his place against the desk again.“One day she was polishing the dining room table, a large eight seat table made of oak, and I stood and watched her. The scent of lemon was in the air, and I became extremely turned on watching her hips swaying and her tits jiggling…” he paused and smiled wistfully “…and I couldn’t help myself. I stepped behind her, put my hands on her hips, and pressed my crotch against her bum.”He gave Rosemary a shrug and a sexy smirk.“To my surprise… and pleasure… she pushed back, put down the cloth, and smiled at me over her shoulder. “What took you so long?” she asked.”He took a sip and leaned forward, speaking softly.“I lifted her skirt and took right there! Fucked her on the dining room table.”Rosemary giggled and covered her mouth. The story was arousing her even more and she now very wet between the legs.“There I was, barely seventeen, fucking my much older aunt from behind with her tits pushed into the freshly polished table. Well, I didn’t last long… as you might suspect… and I apologized. She just smiled and told me not to worry, we had plenty of time and I would learn to last longer.”Rosemary had the image of a much younger Mr. Brandon fucking his aunt playing in her mind, and suddenly it was her being fucked on the table.“Every time she polished that table we would fuck on it. Of course, we had sex everywhere else in the house,” he added with a laugh. “The bedroom, the kitchen, the living room…”He had a slightly different smile on his face as the memories played in his mind. Rosemary was intensely aroused by the images in her mind, and she imagined it was her in his aunt’s place. Her hand slipped between her legs and pressed against the damp patch on her pants.“Well, ever since then I find the scent of lemon very comforting, and highly arousing bursa escort to be honest. Then I see you, with your beautiful body, polishing this desk, and there’s the scent of lemon…” he stood up and began to unzip his pants.Rosemary became overwhelmed with the feelings of lust and desire. She placed the empty glass on the carpet and stood up, moved between his legs, and pushed her chest forward. Her hands went between his legs and grasped his erect cock through his pants.“Fuck me on your desk,” she demanded hoarsely. “Like you fucked her.”In seconds she had his cock out, wrapping her hands around the thick shaft. His hands groped her breasts before running over her hips and cupping her cheeks. They moved to the front and her slacks and panties were down around her ankles before she realized it. He stepped aside and shoved her onto the desk, pushing her chest against it while moving behind her, and Rosemary smiled when the swollen head of his cock pushed into her.“Oh, fuck me,” she moaned softly.He did. Charles grasped her hips and drove himself into her, fucking her furiously like he had fucked Daphne all those years ago. His hands squeezed and kneaded her big cheeks while his cock hammered into her slick cunt, driving him into a frenzy, and Rosemary into an intense orgasm.She groaned and grunted while he fucked her, never before feeling this full, and never before having another man’s cock inside of her. One hand reached under and grabbed her breast, squeezing it tightly as his thighs slapped against hers, bringing her to climax once more when she felt the warmth spurting into her.Charles stifled a groan when his cock erupted. Her wet, hungry cunt was tight and clenching, milking his cock until he was drained empty. He thrust one final time, admiring the thick cheeks in front of him, and then slipped himself out of her cum-filled pussy. He stepped back and let her stand up.Rosemary felt the slick juice run down her inner thigh and slowly pulled her panties and slacks up. Mr. Brandon stood quietly with a satisfied smile on his face, his long cock hanging loosely and glistening as he watched. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, and succumbed to the overwhelming desire to take in her mouth.She dropped to her knees, put her hands on his thighs, and sucked it into her mouth. He sighed loudly and she felt him hardening in her mouth. His hands were on her head, pulling her to him, and she struggled to keep the thick pole in her mouth. He began pumping his hips and held her head tight, fucking her mouth, moaning and panting until letting out a deep groan. Cum filled her mouth and went down her throat as he held her tight and emptied his second load.He moved his hands away and she pulled back, swallowing and gasping while she looked up to his smiling face.“Fuck, you’re good, Rose,” he praised.Rosemary smiled proudly and wiped her chin.“You are too,” she replied.He zipped up his pants and went to his chair, sitting down and leaning back as he recovered. Rosemary did up her buttons and grinned sheepishly.“I should go,” she announced.
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