Adriana running the company

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Adriana running the companypart 1They had met a few months before, at some anniversary for some-one they both knew professionally. Adriana had found him one of the most loathsome persons she had ever met. He had been so obviously undressing any women in the room with his eyes, he had been making several very lewd comments to any female within shouting distance and after he had left, people actually talked about how he usually was much worse!Only now she actually needed him!Her husband, Martin, was still in custody (but that was a mistake, the accountant had just been late with the paper-work), and she just didn´t have his net-work when it came to bring in new customers. It was on a Sunday morning, and Adriana was at the office by the garage. All 3 trucks were on the road, but they wouldn´t be unless she could pull something out of her sleeve, soon!Therefore, she had done it, send Baz an e-mail, asking for an informal meeting. She had expected him to call or to simply answer her e-mail, but after less than one hour, there was a knock on the front door. And it was him, of cause!He was short, getting fat and quickly balding. He was sweating from last night´s drinking. “So you need professional help” he said as he literally shoved her away and entered the front office,” I have been waiting for your call…Very few broads know how to run a company on their own..”He jaw dropped. “Can you fetch me a beer, honey..?”“Well, I don´t have to take…” she began.“i´ve got work for all your truck for the next 2 or 3 months…a cider-brewer has bought a shit-load of apples on the continent and needs some-one to bring them in…But we need to do this my way…now, can I have that beer or not?”It was that kind of work they could use. That they was desperate to get. Baz sat down in HER chair and gave HER papers a. She went over to the fridge, made sure not to have her back turned towards him, as she got 2 cans of beer out.“So…how long has he been inside”“Almost…2 months”“Wow, you must be getting really horny by now!”She almost threw the beer at him. In stead she gave him one and took the other her self, she would need something to endure this!“We are talking about a daily profit of 800£ when all drivers have been paid and all maintenance has been paid too…”That was way more than they were making at the moment.“interested, honey?”“Yes, perhaps…” she said, cautiously. “I know you are, but we have to do it my way…She nodded. She knew his reputation (and it was not a good reputation). But the company, their entire income needed his help. “So…are you getting horny?..not having your man around must be zonguldak escort tough…”“I manage…”“Take your shirt off..”“WHAT!”“Look there are tons of companies with 3 trucks that will take my work…we both know that..You are desperate and must be pretty horny too…You know, he told me about you, one night, down at the pub….”She could feel how she blushed. She could imagine her husband, after 3 or 4 beers letting his mouth run. Exaggerating, just a little, because that´s the way he is. Baz took a long sip from the beer. “So, about this job,” she began, folding her arms under her breasts.“No, not so fast, bitch, we need to chat a bit first…”Did he just call her bitch or was her ears deceiving her?Her jaw slowly dropped and she was getting ready to tell him off, once and for good. They were desperate, but not THAT desperate.“You know, he called me, two days ago, asked me for help… I told him what I wanted and he said okay…”Adriana stood in front of him, her mouth wide open. She had been married for almost 15 years and she knew her husband!He had often told her to wear sexier outfits when meeting potential customers, but he had never been taking it any further. But then again, things had never been looking this dire before. Baz put his hand on her hip, and she had to struggle not to push it away. He closed his fingers around her leather belt and gently pulled her closer. She closed her green eyes. “Look, i´m doing the two of you a huge favour, I hope that you realize that…But I really need to get something back…“I..understand….”“No, I don´t think that you do, bitch…”She was about to start protesting, but somehow managed to stop in time. It was just possible that her husband would ask her to something like this, even if he hadn´t been inside. He had more than once told her to wear see-through-shirts for dinners, had told her to flirt shamelessly with clients. Baz began to open her belt. “look, I can read you like an open book,” he began,” you are getting close to 40, you are horny and your man is in jail….”“In detention…and I am 41!”“…and you´ll never take a lover on your own…you´ll need some-one who tells you what to do..”She gasped loudly. This awful man was surprisingly right!Then he opened the top button of her jeans. “…And I also think that it makes you even more horny, to be told what to do, bitch…”Still no protests from her. She took a swig of beer, her first on that afternoon, while Baz slowly pulled her zipper down. Her red lace panties became visible to him. She was looking at a point above his head. Why did she had to choose this kind of underwear, escort zonguldak today, of all day?She was living alone, for crying out loud!“Kinky, bitch..He leaned back in her chair and put his feet up on her desk. Loosened his belt, because he was getting fat. “How soon can you send one of your drivers to Holland to pick up the first load?“There is…one in Belgium, he was supposed to return empty, he can pick up any time tomorrow..“Good…Show me your cunt…Somehow Adriana managed to strangle he giggling. Then she pulled her jeans and panties down towards her knees. “Freshly shaven..“Been that way for years..becomes a habit, even…now” He nodded and even took the time to check his phone for new mails. Found nothing too important for the moment. “Do I even know your crew?..Are they any good?..Can´t use you, if you can´t deliver absolutely first quality.“You know George, the irish, and Harry, the one that is missing a finger..?”“Old nine-fingers?..yeah, they are okay…Who is the third?“A guy from Bristol..Gerry, don´t think you know him..”“About 40, with a pony-tail?..he is okay…open your shirt, girl..”She hesitated for 2 seconds, max, before she began to do that. She really wanted to tell him a thing or two (or more) about how to talk to women. She was looking down when she let the shirt slide off her shoulders. “I had really planned to do some paper-work, so i´m not wearing anything fancy…She was wearing a red bra that matched the panties perfectly. She knew that her nipples were hard and propounding and that he would have to be blind to not notice that. He made a hoarse noise and drank some beer. Oddly, she began to feel a bit more in control now; he was getting horny. She could clearly see the outlines of his member now. “Are you really desperate for work, Adriana?”“Will you look at me?..Yes, we are!”“Good…”She nearly took a swing at him. That arrogant pig!But something was not right…“Desperate means that you will be more eager to please me…”She snorted. She knew that there was fire in her eyes and she didn´t mind.“Is your cunt getting wet?”“I´ve been living on my own for ages!”“I take that as a yes..”Adriana tried to cool her anger with a large sip of beer. It helped, but no-where near enough. She had to get this done and then head home, for some good solo-time. And plenty of it!“Come closer, bitch”She made an unarticulated sound. And walking, with her jeans around her knees, was not easy. Baz had cool hands. No beating around the (missing) bush. She moaned loudly as a finger grew up into her pussy. Yes, she WAS wet!Why did this have to turn her on so much?He zonguldak escort bayan was NOT attractive and he was treating her like dirt.“You know, this could easily take some hours…”More likely about 2 minutes she thought but she didn´t say that, of cause. She could see a bulge in his pants. He was having an erection. He seemed to be enjoying this. Was he also keeping his cigarettes in his front pocket?She had her hands on her hips now and there was 2 fingers inside her by now. She tried to catch his eyes, but he was looking at her pussy. She was feeling like such a slut. It was a new feeling, after many, many years of being married. “I can..spend a few hours” she said with a voice that sounded nowhere near her normal voice,” if it will get us some work..”“Oh, you´ll get work, bitch…Fingers slid out of her again. She could hardly wait to get this done and head for home and a really long bath. With one or two of her favourite toys…“On your knees, girl..”Good. A little blow-job might speed things up a bit. Baz took his feet off her desk and turned the chair a little toward her. Then she put a hand in his lap.“Ohh…”“Yes, it often surprises people” he said dryly. She closed her hands on his penis, still inside his pants. He was LARGE!She looked up at him.“Well, just don´t sit the, bitch, get it out!”Her jaw dropped, but then she opened his pants, gently pulled the zipper down and liberated his member from its dark cave. It was huge!About 9 inches and with thickness to follow. She closed both hands around it and the head was still visible.“Don´t just sit there, get to work, cunt..”He put both his hands on her head, pulling it forwards. She was wondering if she could even fit it into her mouth.“Don´t worry, I got tons of Viagra..” he said. The head was in her mouth now. It was possible, after all. He could have been in the movies, with a prick like that!“I bet he is missing this right now, cunt” he said, almost softly. Her tongue was licking the purple head now. She was pretty sure that Martin would understand. He knew that she was a very warm woman, she needed sex!Baz was holding her head firmer now. There was no way she could get free now. There was no way he was going to do that!Or was there?“Hot little whore…”His voice had a different tone now. His penis was push further into her mouth. She was caught and she tried to protest. It only made a funny sound.He was puffing like an ailing steam-engine going up a hill now. And he was not letting her get away, no way.“Yeah, suck it, cunt…Technically, she could hit him in the balls, but then the job would be gone and then the company would really be in trouble!“Dirty whore…Her head jerked back a little as he came, but she could not escape it, had to milk him dry. It was not often she did that to her own husband!“We are no-where near done yet, bitch,” he said,” now, go get me another beer…”

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