Alla Borisovna, the senior administrator of the call center, a forty-seven-year-old lady with curves that an expensive pantsuit hugged like a gift package — a ripe, overripe peach—sat in her office and listened to the recording of the conversation. The openspace buzzed behind the glass partition, but it was quiet here, except for her immaculately manicured fingers tapping on the table.
There was a knock on the door.
—Come in,” she said, without looking up.
Maxim entered the office. Twenty-three years old, a third-line operator, skinny, ungainly, in a rumpled jacket that he apparently wore to an interview and hasn’t ironed since. He hesitated at the threshold, not knowing where to put his hands. Alla Borisovna gestured to the chair opposite. The guy sat down, put his palms on his knees.
She turned off the recording. She took off her glasses, leaving them lying on the table, and looked at Maxim. It was a long, appraising look, the way one looks not at a guilty subordinate, but at a product whose expiration date has yet to be checked.
“This is the third complaint in a month, Maxim,” she said in a low, slightly husky voice. “Tell me, what’s going on with you?” Maybe you need to take the pressure off.
Maxim opened his mouth to reply, but Alla Borisovna had already stood up. She walked around the table, her heels clicking, and stopped next to him, resting her hip on the edge of the table, right in front of his face. The fabric of the trousers stretched over a wide, steep thigh.
— You’re constantly asking for time off, and you’re sitting in between. I can see you through the glass, Maxim. I can see everything.
She put her hand on his shoulder. Then the palm slid higher, to the collar of his shirt, and the fingers touched his neck. The guy flinched, but didn’t pull away. She ran her nails over his skin, down to his chest, and felt his heart beat fast.
“You’re a pretty boy,” she said, almost in a whisper. — The eyes are just tired. Nerves go to hell.
Her hand went to his hip. At first she just lay down, then she began to stroke slowly, rising higher to the belt. Alla Borisovna bent over, and her heavy chest was a few centimeters from Maxim’s face. She smelled of expensive perfume and the warmth of a heated body.
She unbuckled his belt. Then a button on his trousers. Then the zipper. Maxim sat motionless, only his nostrils flared. When her cool palm dived into his underpants, he gasped. His penis was already made of stone, and Alla Borisovna squeezed it at the base, stroking it along its entire length.
“You see,” she smiled, “but you say you’re tired.”
She knelt down in front of him. Doing it in a strict suit, with a perfect hairstyle and manicure, was somehow especially obscene in her performance. She pulled his cock out, looked at him with the air of an expert, brought it to her lips and ran her tongue from the scrotum to the tip. Maxim jerked and groaned. Then she took the head in her mouth.
Alla sucked slowly, thickly, but with each movement deeper, and now his cock was almost completely disappearing into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the bridle, slipped out, circled her lips, absorbed it again. She massaged his balls with her hand, pressing her finger on his crotch. Maxim threw his head back, clutching the arms of his chair.
— My God… Alla Borisovna… “What is it?” he whispered.
She smiled a little, still holding his cock in her mouth, and doubled her pace. Her movements became fast, domineering, she literally impaled herself on his trunk until he began to push his hips up. Then she pressed his hips with her hands, making it clear that she was deciding here, and swallowed his cock to the very bottom, burying her nose in his hair.
Maxim screamed. Cum gushed down her throat, and Alla Borisovna swallowed every last drop, continuing to suck the limp cock until the guy moaned from overexposure. Then she pulled back, licked her lips, picked up her glasses from the floor, put them on, and said matter-of-factly:
— This is just the beginning of analyzing your mistakes.
She stood up, took his chin in her hand, and forced him to look into her eyes.
“Now listen to me carefully. Get up.
Maxim got up unsteadily. Alla Borisovna suddenly pushed him hard against the leather chairs for visitors, he fell. Then she took off her jacket, leaving her in a silk blouse, through which the lace of her bra showed. First, she unzipped her skirt, and it fell to the floor with a soft rustle. Maxim saw that she was wearing stockings with a wide lace elastic band and very small panties that hid nothing. Wet. Alla stepped over her skirt and came close to him.
“Now I want you to use your tongue properly,” she said, pushing him back into the chair. He didn’t resist. She pulled up her blouse, pulled off her bra, and her huge, swollen breasts fell out, swaying heavily. The nipples were large, dark pink, and already swollen. Alla bent down, pressing them to his face. — Work it out. And don’t let me hear any “I can’t” from you.
Maxim cupped her breasts in his hands. She was so big that her fingers could barely close. He eagerly took the nipple into his mouth, began to suck, and Alla moaned loudly, hoarsely, pressing his head to her.
— Yes, that’s it. Try your best, boy.
He licked and sucked on both nipples in turn until they were completely hard. His palms squeezed her breasts, kneaded them, his fingers dug into the delicate skin. Alla rubbed her wet pussy against his leg, leaving a dark stain on his trousers.
—Okay,— she breathed. — Lower now.
Maxim began to kiss her stomach, going lower and lower. Alla pulled back just enough so that he could reach her panties. He pulled them off, revealing a thick triangle of dark hair. She smelled tart, feminine, exciting. He inhaled the scent like a drug and stuck his mouth to her vagina. Alla, resting her hands on his shoulders, leaned back, pressing herself closer to him.
Maxim tried his best. He licked her folds, searching for her clitoris, sucked it, penetrated with his tongue inside. Alla moaned louder and louder, no longer holding back. Her hips were moving, she was literally riding on his face, and juices were flowing down the guy’s chin.
“Don’t stop!” “Stop it!” she ordered when his tongue found her clit again. He obeyed. He sucked and licked, simultaneously thrusting two fingers into her, and Alla suddenly screamed, convulsed, grabbing his hair. A wave of orgasm washed over her, and she came for a long time, with a howl, shuddering all over her body.
When the attack passed, she took a step back. Her legs were shaking. Without giving herself a break, Alla turned around and leaned her chest on the table, spreading her legs wide. Her huge white ass was facing Maxim. Her wet, open pussy glistened in the lamplight.
Maxim jumped up, pulled down his trousers and, grabbing her hips, drove his penis into her vagina in one sharp movement. Alla screamed. Her insides clenched around him, hot and tight. Maxim froze for a second, enjoying the sensation, and then began to move — hard, swinging, like a hungry man. The table creaked. The papers scattered. Alla moaned out loud, not caring that there were subordinates behind the glass door.
He fucked her hard, savorily, at full length. The balls were lashing at the swollen clitoris. Alla screamed, urged him on, pulled his hands on her chest. Maxim leaned on her, squeezed her nipples, and she bukvoeb.org She began to orgasm again, this time even more violently.
“At me!” “I’m sorry,” she croaked. “Cum inside me!”
Maxim jerked one last time and froze, pouring deep inside. They were both breathing heavily. He went limp on top of her, pressing his chest against her back. Alla kissed his cheek, which was wet with sweat.
—Now,” she said, pulling away and straightening her blouse, “you can consider that you have passed the probation period.
She bent down and picked up her panties from the floor, but she didn’t put them on, just crumpled them in her fist. Then she turned to him, about to say something, when suddenly her gaze fell on the glass partition.
Valera, a young intern, was standing in the open space, right next to the glass. He apparently brought some documents, and just stood there with his mouth open, staring at the boss standing in front of a subordinate in only a blouse and stockings, with her skirt pulled up and sperm flowing down her thighs.
Alla Borisovna grinned and beckoned Valera with her finger. He stumbled in.
“Did you see that?” “What is it?” she asked calmly.
The intern nodded frequently.
— Well, catch up, — Alla nodded at Maxim, who was pulling on his pants. “I’ve got a conference call in an hour today.”
Valera, not believing his luck, began to unbutton his shirt. Alla Borisovna looked at her watch and nodded with satisfaction.