Fashion Tips

"Well, I think keeping the suit is a good idea to show professionalism with a side of playfulness and dropping your panty to either ankle will show that you follow the latest trends," Andrew said. His confidence was through the roof, and he had the business in the palm of his hand.

"Ok, I think I see where you're going with these tips. Do you mind turning around?" She asked as she positioned her hands near the hemline of her skirt.

He put his hand over his mouth, getting a new idea. "You've inspired me, Rachel, did you know that showing your pussy is a sign of workplace dominance?"

"Pussy?"

But Andrew was quick, not allowing Rachel to overstep him. "I'm the one asking the questions," he said. That was when Andrew became aware of the constant pain in his groin area. "And speaking of dominance, the only more dominant than you flashing your cunt is you servicing my dick." Any self-control Andrew had for himself was lost as his primal self took full control.

To Andrew's not surprised face, Rachel's demeanor wasn't that of the shock of from Andrew's words but of the annoyance of not being on top of things. "Look I'm sorry if I offended you, Andrew. Showing you my breast is one thing, but there's a reason why they're called privates." She said.

"They may be called 'privates,' but you have a duty to keep business morale high isn't that right?" Andrew said, dropping all pretense and dropping his pants down, revealing his rock hard cock.

Rachel sighed and said, "Yes part of my responsibility is to maintain morale, but I have to lead by example. But what kind of woman would I be to allow myself to compromise myself over something like having sex with my employee to raise morale? Now put your pants back on, and I can follow your fashion to tips." Despite being against the idea before, she had lifted her skirt in front of him and dropped her panty down to her right ankle.

But that wasn't enough for Andrew. "I expected a bit more from you since you know how to give out orders, you should know how to take them," he said.

"Fine, you win," Rachel said as she raised her arms up in frustration. She laid her upper half on her table, leaving her legs hanging from the table. "Let's just get this over with, we have work to do," she said.

"You're don't get to order around when serving orders,"

Rachel rolled her eyes and said, "I didn't mean as an order but as a suggestion."

"Same difference," he said as he lifted her legs to his shoulders. He penetrated her with his cock and started to gain a steady rhythm. Andrew could see in her face that she wasn't enjoying this moment as much as he is. "Can you at least act like you're getting fucked in the ass?"

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and said, "What... do you... ugh... mean?" She asked, barely able to make the sentence.

"I don't know, act like a bimbo," he said.

Rachel giggled and said, "Like, hell... ugh... I'm not... going to act... like stupid... for your... um... I forgot the word... but..." She was in her own world now, probably thinking about butts or something thought Andrew.

He was almost near climax when he heard a knock on the door. He turned around to see one of his female colleagues, obviously shocked beyond imagination on what she was seeing.