Chapter 177: Secret Valentine/ Nurse Dominique 001

As she stood up she asked if she could go home a little early today, family coming into town. Kim wanted to throw Eric off her identify. Still stunned by her show, Eric agreed.

The afternoon went by quickly and Kim got several requests for dates, both subtle and obvious. She thought that she'd try several of the offers later. Amazing how a different interpretation on casual Friday can get a girl noticed.

Around 3pm Kim prepared to leave -- much to the disappointment to every cock in the office. She made sure to remind Eric she was leaving, all part of her plan. Just before 5 Kim snuck back into the office and hid in the ladies room. She was able to avoid the cleaning crew who came in shortly after 5 and left around 8pm. It was just starting to get dark and Eric's office had the only light. At 8:30 darkness had settled in and Eric got up from his desk, turned off his office light then walked over and shut off the lights to the main cubicle area. Kim was afraid he might be leaving but she saw his silhouette return to his office and leave the door ajar.

Kim removed her blouse and skirt, not bothering with the mid thigh black stockings or heels and let down her hair. Slowly she walked to his office the clicking of her heels the only sound in the office. When she reached the door to Eric's office she could see him in the soft ambient light from the city below. As instructed he was wearing the blindfold.

Good boy, she thought. Without saying a word she walked up to him, leaned over and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Eric's hands quickly found her tits and alternated in caressing them and lightly pinching each already hard nipple. Kim couldn't help but moan with each gentle pinch.

Slowly Kim undid each button of Eric's shirt and gently caressed his muscular chest. Down her hands continued where she undid his pants, slipped her hand into his briefs and freed his aching cock. She was excited by its size, she guessed a bit longer than she was accustomed but noticeably thicker. Slowly she stroked the swollen member as her lips left his and began to kiss his neck, down his chest, abs and finally to his cock. Kim lightly kissed the length of his shaft, followed by a warm lick which originated at its base and ended with her sucking him inside her mouth. Slowly she moved her head up and down on his cock, Eric's hands in her hair moaning with pleasure. When she decided he had been teased enough she slowly pulled it out of her mouth and help him rise out of his chair.

Eric, not surprisingly, had cleared his desk. Kim removed his pants and leaned him back onto his desk straddling him. Eric pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, shooting sparks of electricity between her legs. She didn't want to pull away, but the aching between her legs was too much to bear. She slid the opening of her pussy along the length of his shaft, her wetness clinging to his cock. With one subtle movement, his cock slipped inside -- coaxed by the warmth and wetness of her wanton pussy. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his cock, inch by inch. With nearly ? of his shaft inside her, Eric's cock was already stretching her pussy to its limits. She had never felt this much pressure insider her before and it was both uncomfortable and erotic. Determined, she continued to work his cock inside her. Slowly she slid up and down his massive pole, with each stroke it stretched her, making the next easier. His length and thickness touched parts of her never touched before and her first orgasm came without warning.

The gentle shudders of Kim's body and moans were tell tale signs of her orgasm. Eric started to get up, but Kim stopped him and slowly started rocking back and forth on his huge cock. Her pussy was well stretched and lubricated now and the speed, depth and intensity of her strokes increased. Kim could feel a second orgasm building and fought it off as long as possible until waves of ecstasy shook her from head to toe and long moans parted her lips. She collapsed onto Eric after her climax nearly passed out in an erotic fog and lay their fully satisfied. Eric however, was not.

Eric lifted Kim off him and bent her face down across his desk. Standing behind her he opened her and slid his aching cock deep inside her wetness. With each stroke he penetrated deeper, rising her from her erotic slumber. Her soft whimpers turned to moans and then screams of pleasure. Her screams put Eric over the edge as the week of pent up erotic teasing exploded into her pussy, filling it beyond capacity. Eric's grunts of pleasure and warmth spilling inside her sparked her 3rd and most powerful orgasm.

They laid there, hunched over, Eric still inside her for a while. No words had been spoken nor would they be. Kim felt Eric's size slowly dwindling and finally mustered enough energy to pull herself off of her boss's cock. Eric slumped back into his chair, still obediently blindfolded. Kim turned and gave him one last parting kiss, before dressing and walking to the elevator, cum leaking from her abused yet satisfied pussy.

On the ride down, Kim wondered if Eric knew it was her; how many of her co-workers were fantasizing about her right now and how much fun the next office gift exchange might be...

The End.

Book Title: Nurse Dominique

I hired Dominique, via Home Help online, at a premium rate since she was a qualified nurse. It was self-indulgent to pay a nurse to act as a housekeeper but I'd always been a bit of a hypochondriac, especially since I'd moved to London. Perhaps I simply missed the country air but I liked the idea of having my own medical practitioner, even if it was for just a few hours a week.

We had agreed that she should come to me once a week for three hours, with the option of her being contracted for additional hours.

Our arrangements had been made by email, so it was a pleasant surprise when I opened the door to a large, well-proportioned black woman. I'd thought, lazily, that she might have had French ancestry but not that she would be West African.

When she removed her long coat I was further surprised, just as agreeably, by the smart blouse and skirt that she was wearing -- stylish, certainly, but there was no more to them than the bare minimum that was required.

She cleaned the house at an easy, sedate pace, yet with impressive thoroughness, sipping from a large bottle of mineral water that she had brought. After about two hours she had finished what I had asked her to do so I I left my computer, made us a pot of tea and we sat down to chat.

She told me about her family in the Ivory Coast and about her six month old son, Ben, being looked after by her cousin in the flat they shared in Ealing. I told her a bit about myself, focusing on my struggle with my first novel, and she roared with laughter and slapped her thigh:

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