"I'll do anything"

"Please ma'am, don't tell my boss. I'll do anything to remedy the situation," I plead, as I kneel in front of her.

She appears to calm down a little as she places her phone on the nearby sofa. "Here," she says sternly, as she extends her right foot in my direction. "Lick my toes."

As I move towards her foot, she picks up her bathrobe and wraps it more securely around herself. Then, she sits comfortably on the sofa.

I cradle her right foot with both hands. The smell of lavender- flavored bodywash is now stronger than ever. I start with the smallest toe, moving slowly towards the right. Then I slowly proceed up her leg.

She seems to have slightly relaxed as her legs have now moved apart, giving my head some room between them. My tongue traces a path towards her inner thigh. Her fingers grasp at my hair as I near her crotch. She finally loosens her bathrobe, revealing a hairless pussy.

I see this as an invitation to continue towards her pussy. I trace the tip of my tongue along the folds of her labia, my hands gently squeezing the bottom of her thighs. She squirms in ecstasy and grasps my hair tighter. I increase the pressure of my tongue as it nears her clit.

"Yes!" she screams, as I twirl the tip of my tongue around her clit. She grips my hands and repositions them atop her stiff boobs. "Continue..." she says as I momentarily pause at the change in position.

I twiddle each nipple with the thumb and forefinger of each hand as I suck lightly on her clit.

"Aaaaaahh!" she screams again, as I feel a warm moistness on my jaw. I move my tongue below her clit to taste her juices. My hands are now squeezing her boobs. "Out of your overalls," she commands.

I glance at her satisfied grin, thinking how opposite things were moments ago.

"You heard me, right?" she says, as she unzips my overalls herself. She then grasps my semi-erect member, moistening my cockhead with her lips. She holds my balls and attempts to give me a deep-throat.

My cock hardens further as it hits against the back of her mouth. Despite tears welling in her eyes, she tries to **** my entire rod into her mouth. I feel a different sensation as my cockhead locks into her throat.

She finally lets go amid heavy panting. Her face is now a mess with mixtures of my precum and her saliva. She dumps the objects on the center table onto the floor, and positions herself atop, on all fours-- her butt higher than the rest of her body.

I guide my stiff rod into her slurpingly wet pussy and grip her waist for support.

Before the second thrust, she croaks, "I want it rough and hard!"

Following her request, I ram my cock forcefully into her, as I squeeze tightly on her boobs. The thought of finally fucking her-- after I was **** to beg on my knees, after she threatened to call my boss-- magnifies my desire to pound into her even harder.

"Owww!" she screams, as I thrust my rod inside her repeatedly. I move my hands on her shoulders for better leverage and give her another ramming. I then shift my grip to her neck and thrust into her again. Her muffled scream makes me realize that I am cutting off her air supply. She does not object, and I instead feel a spurt of her juices on my almost exploding cock.

Just then, a knock outside her door interrupts. "John, what's taking too long?" I recognize it as Greta's voice.

"Who's that?" asks Alina, somewhat agitated.

I give her another thrust before answering. "That's Greta, my partner."