She goes to Thomas' room

Standing in front of the mirror, Caroline couldn’t help but conclude that she looked absolutely fuckable.

After she’d made up her mind, she had asked Pamela where their washroom was, claiming she had to freshen up. The other girl had just nodded in understanding, and pointed to a room further into the house.

There, Caroline had quickly taken out her purse, reapplied a small dab of makeup, and let her long hair fall loose behind her back. When it looked full and enticing, she undid a couple more buttons in her blouse, generously exposing her tits, and fixed her glasses.

Despite all the men who approached her today, she was glad she had gone with the sexy secretary look that morning. Because of it, she was about to fuck the biggest cock of her life.

Bonus: it was attached the handsomest stud she’d ever met.

God, she hoped he wanted her; her pussy was slick with juices and her body squirmed at the promise of being covered in cum. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

“Get it together girl. It’s just a guy. You’ve fucked plenty of them before. Although none was packing eight inches. He’s the biggest. But you got this!”

She lightly slapped herself with both hands in an attempt to calm down. Normally she was calm and confident; this nervous side was new to her.

She smiled to herself. “Get it girl!” And she left the washroom.

A few steps later she was in front of Thomas’ room, gently knocking on the door. It felt like her heart was about to burst, with how nervous she was. The last thing she wanted was to fuck this up.

He opened the door seconds later, and Caroline couldn’t help but do a double take at the man in front of her.

He seemed about her height with unkept black hair, his face betraying a look of confusion before twisting into a leer, his eyes immediately locking on her tits. She arched her back in the hopes of giving him a better view. He obviously worked with his hands, his fingers and toned arms evident of that, but it was clear he didn’t actively work out, a slight hint of pudge hiding underneath his shirt.

Objectively, he wasn’t all that attractive, but her eyes caught the sight of his bulge in his short and that made all the difference.

“Hey slut.” He said to her tits. She was glad her assets were being noticed. “What can I do for you?”

She swallowed nervously. Here we go. “Well, Kyle’s currently stuck at work, with no word on when he’ll be leaving. And that sucks, obviously, because I came here for sex. But, Pamela and I were talking, and she mentioned your cock and I just coul-“

“Wait,” he said, interrupting her. She was glad he did; she started rambling again. “I told you that before though.”

“Ye-Yeah. You did, and I’m sorry for not believing you. I just hadn’t seen it, so I couldn’t… But! She quickly remedied that and… I…“ She looked down, blushing. “You did call me a slut.”

That made him grin. “So that explains it.” And his eyes finally left her exposed tits, giving her body a solid look over. She squirmed beneath his gaze, her mind curiously wondering if he could smell her how aroused she was. Surely the smell was kiwi was permeating by now. She wanted him now.

He had other plans, however. He looked at her, still grinning. “That’s all good and all, but you still haven’t told me what you want.”

He wants me to beg for it.

That single thought took hold in the girl’s mind. Normally, she wasn’t one to ask for what she wanted; Caroline had enough confidence in herself to grab an opportunity by the throat and take what she wanted. But Thomas oozed a sexuality she’d never seen in a man before, and she wanted to please him.

She swallowed, getting into the roll. “I want you to fuck me.” she whispered.

His grin got wider. “Sorry? I don’t think I hear you.”

She moaned, frustrated. She wasn’t familiar with seducing someone, being used to men offering themselves to her.

“I want you to fuck me.” she said, louder; knowing that Pamela could hear from the room beyond.

“I don’t think I believe you.” He started closing the door…

“Wait!” She yelled, and grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. Her free hand immediately went to his crotch, and she felt his fingers grope her exposed tits, causing her to moan into his mouth. His tongue **** its way past her lips, turning the kiss passionate, and she melted into the embrace, her pussy aching with need.

She pulled back. “I want this cock inside me Tom. I want you to pound my pussy into your bed until you cover me head to toe with your cum. I need you to fuck me; I need it so bad!”

He silenced her with his finger, which she gently suckled.

“You really are a slut.” He said, grinning.

And closed the door behind her.