All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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"Go on in, sir," the receptionist said, "but you should know it's been a trying morning for her. She may not be in much of a receiving mood."
The kind, attractive woman sitting at the desk outside of Morgan's office door was busy typing something out and barely bothered to look in my direction. Either she knew who I was and knew I was a friend of Morgans, or she just didn't want to deal with Morgan and so pretended to be busy.
Looking at her fingers as they typed, I saw that she was typing the same four letters over and over, so likely the second item.
On this brisk November afternoon in 1999, Morgan and I had plans to get lunch, but when I called this morning to confirm I got her voicemail. She was a busy realtor, and one of the best in Portland, so it made sense she doesn't always pick up the phone.
Upon entering her office, I could see why the receptionist decided to duck and cover.
"No, you listen you witless wonder," she yelled into the receiver, "those sales documents were hand delivered to you three days ago. We're closing the deal tomorrow, and you were contracted to make sure everything was in order. And you are now telling me you lost them? All three copies that were sent?"
Ouch. This must be that downtown building deal she'd been working on for the last 6 months. If things were this close and a fuck up like this happened, Morgans mood made sense.
I took a seat on the small couch on the side while Morgan finished her conversation. She was wearing an overly large dark green sweater that went down to her mid-thigh, and what looked like a pencil skirt under it that went to just above her knees. Her straight brown hair was in a tight pony tail, and her sea-green eyes, behind her wire rimmed glasses, were brighter than normal. Her beautiful, round face was currently scrunched up into a look of disgust mixed with fury.
"Find those documents," she fired back into her phone, "get them back to me before 4pm today, or so help me the fact that you're lawyers will not save you from the hell I will reign down if we lose a $45 million dollar deal."
She slammed down the received with a huff. "Morons," she said to the room.
"So," I said lightly, "how's your day going?"
Her annoyed look was something that I was not unaccustomed to, especially when I had a habit of being a jackass at inappropriate times.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The sweater, while large, did not hide the F-cup breasts she had. Let alone when her chest stuck out with even the slightest inhale. She seemed to regain composure and gave me a half smile.
"Fucking terrible," she said, taking a seat in her office chair. Her epic breasts swayed under her sweater as she sat down. "We need this crap signed tomorrow and not only did the lawyers lose the paperwork we sent over, but our own firm can't seem to get their head out of their ass and make up some new ones to rush over. It'll be hours before its ready."
She tossed her glasses down onto the desk in frustration. "I mean come on," she sighed, "how does a lawyer lose paperwork?"
I went over to her and stood behind her high backed chair. I started massaging her shoulders a little, trying to relieve some of the tension in her neck. She sighed a little as I rubbed her.
"That's nice, thank you," she said. After another minute she seemed to relax more. "I'm sorry but I don't think lunch will happen today."
"I get it, and not to worry," I said, continuing my neck massage.
"Believe, you're not as sorry as I am," she replied, leaning her head back in her chair. "I was looking forward to some mid-day fun, even planned on it. But this shit with the contracts slapped me. And not in the fun way like you do," she said, kissing the back of my hand.
Feeling a little mischievous, especially since Morgan was looking forward to it, I made a suggestion.
"I mean, we can still have some fun," I said, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck. "Or at least, I can provide some distraction for you."
I planted a few more kisses on her neck before my hands start to roam down the front of her sweater, lightly cupping the sides of her breasts.
"Mmmm, that is nice," she said, eyes still closed. I continued on for a few more moments, grazing her increasingly erected nipples. Even through her large sweater, I could see her getting aroused.
"I guess, since you're here..." she said, leaning forward to spin around in her chair. Her hands went from the armrests to my thighs, then slowly over my crotch area. My burgeoning erection was now rapidly pushing against my zipper, causing a small smile to cross Morgans cherry lips. She deftly undid my button and zipper, pulling my pants and boxers slowly down. She stopped just as my erect cock popped out, nearly slapping her across the face.
"Damn," she said, taking a hold of my shaft, "I always forget how big you are. Until you ram this down my throat that is."
Looking up at me, she opened her mouth wide and took in the head of my cock, licking it in circles as she did. She sucked down the head and a few inches, playing around the underside of my shaft, flicking and massaging it with her talented tongue. I hissed at the sensation, the heat and wetness of it making it difficult to stay quiet.
She started with just the head, bobbing on it playfully and getting it slicked up. After a few strokes, her hand squeezing the base of my cock the whole time, she started to work my cock deeper and deeper down her throat.
"Oh, fuck Morgan that's amazing," I hissed, louder than I should have.
"Shhh," she said pulling off of me, "I don't need my assistant barging in here."
I pushed the back of her head and forced her mouth back onto my cock. She gave startled "mmpfh" but continued sucking, taking more and more of my cock down her hot, tight throat.
After a few minutes, she took her hand away and, with enthusiasm, deep throated me from head to base quickly. Feeling her lips wrapped around my shaft, her tongue pressing against the bottom, nearly drove me over the edge.
"Fuck, Morgan... I... fuck..." I said in a loud whisper. She bobbed on me a few more times even after I warned her, and through no small effort I kept from erupting.
Pulling off of me, she smiled up at me. Her sea green eyes were bright and shining; her lip stick smeared slightly. She rose from her chair and sat down on her desk, one foot going resting her chair. She showed a fair bit of leg by doing so, which was always a delight to see. Then she slowly spread her legs apart, forcing her skirt to slide up her toned thighs. I looked down to see, delightfully, that she decided to go without panties today. Meeting her eyes again, I smiled and tried to be cocky.
"Looks like you forgot something," I said, moving towards her, between her legs.
