"Patricia, could you hand this file over to Mr. Stevenson, please?" A woman in her twenties raised her head from her computer screen, looked at the woman, standing in front of her desk. Fixing her glass with her index finger, she stared at her thoroughly, found her in a hurry.
Tilting her head, she told her in an emotionless tone, "I am busy in something in the middle." She didn't deny her right way though, knowing that the pregnant woman was bad in her heart, probably has an appointment with the doctor, yet she couldn't let her guard down.
"That's fine," She waved her hand dismissively. "You can give it to him before leaving this office. I hope you don't have any problem with it." Miranda, looked at her hopefully. She couldn't trust anyone with that except for Patricia, a young, and socially awkward lady.
"I'll give it to him," Patricia told her dismissively and turned her gaze back to her computer screen, before typing on it at a furious speed. She didn't want to waste her time anymore talking with her. Miranda sighed and left the office after keeping her files on her colleague's desk.
By the time she was done with her work, she was not surprised to see it was already eight-thirty at night. She turned off her computer screen.
Packing her stuff, she stood up from her seat and grabbed all files from her desk, those that she needed to give to her boss.
She knocked on the door, waiting for him to grant her to step in. "Mr. Stevenson?" She called him and knocked on the door again, but he didn't answer. She knew the CEO of Stevenson Crop. was still in his cabin as the guards told her so anyway. She hated to wait for anything like that.
She pushed the door and peeked inside, didn't see her boss there in the cabin. She wasn't interested in his disappearance. She only cared for her paycheck and nothing else.
As the door was unlocked, she decided to keep those files on her boss's desk and then leave for her apartment. She walked in, kept her files on the desk, was about to turn toward the exit, she was stopped by some peculiar sounds coming from the corner of that huge office cabin.
Her feet began moving toward the corner without her knowing. Her heart was filled with curiosity to know what's happening in the corner. Her gaze narrowed to see a door slightly ajar. She peeked inside and froze in her place as soon as her boss's naked back come into her view.
A smack echoed in that room and he commended firmly, "On your knees,"
She saw a naked woman, who looked familiar to her, obeyed him and bent down on her knees, positioned her head in between his legs. He granted, "Take this in your mouth now,"
Patricia knew she should turn around and leave, but her legs were not moving.
She felt disgusted, wanted to smack on that bastard's face for insulting a woman in the name of sex, yet she couldn't tear her eyes off that view, staring at that with hawk eyes.
Then he gestured her to stand up, ordered her in a harsh tone, "Lay on your stomach, and arch up your arse," That woman smiled and listened to him without a single protest!
Is she a psycho or what? Doesn't she know how to speak? How could he be so harsh to a dumb woman? She was cursing him in her heart. She saw him fingering her hole roughly, groping and pinching her nipple so painfully that she was crying and shaking on the bed literally.
Patricia had enough of his cruelty. She thought to take action before it's too late.
She thought that woman needed help. And that made her take a step toward the room but stopped on her track when that woman begged him, "Please fuck me, daddy,"
Eh! her daddy!
Her eyes widened in horror. Her throat went try and her face paled instantly to hear him, "Do you like my dick, slut?"
His tone was extremely seductive and merciless. Her heart ached, stomach churned, with the thought of she was going to witness something horrible in that room.
"Oh my God. Daddy, please slow down," Her tone was breathless. In response, she received a smack on her butt and he began fucking her harder, deeper. Her scream was echoing the whole room. "Oh, daddy. Please fuck me harder," His pace became rougher in no time.
At first sight of them, she thought his boss was cruel to his lover or whoever she was to him.
After some time, standing there like that, she felt herself bit backing her moans and pressed her thighs tightly.
Her panty was getting wetter the more she watches his rough movement inside her. It was a huge turn on to her. She never watched porn before.
Maybe that's why she couldn't tear her gaze from them. She felt envious of that woman and wished to have him for herself.
No fucking way!
I should not stand here, watch it, and imagine myself in that woman's place. That man is a playboy, and I don't need one like him in my life. She thought.
She knew she needed to leave before she was gone insane. But his dick! She never saw something that big before. Before? She didn't have any idea that thing can be that massive...
She shook her head, was about to turn around, her eyes suddenly met his, and instead of screaming in shock, he smirked at her as if he was sure she was watching them from the very beginning. He got her off guard. She couldn't move, was totally breathless.
She somehow managed to drag her feet toward the door with her bag that she left on the couch. That was embarrassing. She didn't look anywhere and entered the elevator in a hurry.
She breathed in relief as soon as the elevator door closed. She leaned her back in the elevator and closed her eyes, only to see her boss's huge dick pleasuring that woman.
She felt uncomfortable with her dripping wet panty. She couldn't wait to pull that off and also her bra as her nipples were hurting, and she was feeling breathless all over.
As soon as the door opened, she walked hurriedly toward the parking lot.
She sat on the driver's seat in her car and shut the door closed. Taking her hand inside, she slipped her panty through from long tanned legs and threw that on the driver's seat. Then she unhooked her bra, loosened that from her chest. "F.uck," She took a long shaky breath.
She turned on the engine and drove off toward her apartment that was near her office.
Parking her car, she took the elevator and pressed the digit to where she lives.
Entering her room, she dropped her belongings on the couch and went to her room to take a cold shower.
For how long she would stay like that? She was a mature woman now.
She needed to have some fun in her life, right? What if I regret this? She asked herself and instantly got the cruelest answer herself. "What did I get staying in a relationship with that man for seven damn years? He chose that woman over me. Over me! And why?" She snorted to herself. He doesn't deserve me.
Her thought went back to her boss and his massive dick which was... Goddamnit!
She shook her head in frustration, and pour champagne into her wine glass.
She seriously needed to get laid.
When she was about to take a second sip from her glass, she heard the bell suddenly.
She's only in her bathrobe, yet she didn't care to left the barstool and walked toward the door with her wine glass in her hand. As soon as she opened the door, her eyes widened to see the man standing in her doorway.
