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Angela, Bella and Melvin: Office Pleasure VI
Angela straddled her gleaming 1000cc race bike, revving the engine to life. The early morning light glinted off the chrome as she pulled on her helmet, the visor reflecting the world around her. Her heart raced, not from the adrenaline of the impending ride, but from the excitement of the day ahead. Her boots clicked against the pavement as she backed out of the driveway, the bike's purr echoing through the quiet neighborhood.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent the bike roaring down the street, the wind biting at her skin. She navigated the traffic with the grace of a dancer, the machine beneath her an extension of her body. The city came alive as she sped through it, the buildings a blur in her periphery. Each shift of gears, each lean into a turn brought a smile to her lips. The thrill of the ride was only matched by the anticipation of what awaited her at the office.
Melvin, her boss, was a man of sharp contrasts. His tailored suits and piercing gaze could make even the most stoic client feel at ease, yet his casual confidence often veiled a fiery spirit. As she pulled into the Shore Agents parking lot, she knew he'd be watching her from the office window, his eyes lingering on the way her leather-clad body dismounted the bike.
Bella, on the other hand, was a vision in red. Her fiery hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her figure-hugging dresses left little to the imagination. The office whispered about her late-night escapades, her seductive glances, and the rumored strings of men she left in her wake. Yet, she remained cool and professional, a silent challenge to those who dared to judge her.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open office door as Angela swaggered in, the thunder of her bike's engine still echoing in the air. She tossed her helmet onto the desk, her eyes meeting Melvin's for a brief, charged moment. The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of power and desire that played out daily in the office's gleaming halls.
"Morning, boss," she said, her voice a smoky purr. Melvin's eyes raked over her, a smug smile playing on his lips. Bella looked up from her paperwork, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. The day was just beginning, and already the air was thick with the promise of what lay beyond the mundane world of real estate deals and office banter.
Melvin stepped out of his office, his gaze traveling down Angela's toned legs to her booted feet. "Looks like you had quite the ride in," he said, his tone suggestive.
"Always," she replied, her smile a knowing challenge. She knew he liked to play games, but she wasn't one to be easily ruffled.
The office buzzed with the usual mix of phone calls and keyboard clacks. Angela settled into her work, her mind wandering to the thrill of the bike, the wind in her hair, and the undeniable pull she felt towards her boss and coworker. It wasn't just the thrill of the forbidden; it was the raw, untamed energy that crackled between them, a secret they all knew but never dared to speak.
As the day wore on, the tension grew. Melvin found reasons to brush past her desk, his hand lingering on her shoulder a beat too long. Bella's glances grew more heated, the fabric of her dress seeming to tighten around her curves with every passing hour. The air was a pressure cooker of unspoken desires, ready to boil over at any moment.
Finally, it was time for the office to close. Melvin called an impromptu meeting, his eyes flicking between Angela and Bella. "We've got a hot property coming on the market," he announced, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's going to need some serious TLC, but the commission will be worth it."
The three of them moved into the conference room, the tension now a living, breathing entity in the space. Melvin began discussing strategies, but his eyes kept drifting to the two women. Angela felt a shiver of anticipation. She knew that tonight, the games would begin in earnest. The line between professional and personal was about to be obliterated.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, seductive glow, Melvin closed the blinds, shutting out the world. "Let's go over the details," he said, his voice low and commanding. He stepped closer to Angela, his hand brushing against her thigh. The heat from his touch sent a jolt through her body, and she bit her lip to keep from gasping.
Bella leaned back in her chair, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and challenge. Her eyes darkened as she took in Melvin's hand on Angela's leg, and she slowly uncrossed and recrossed her own, drawing attention to her long, shapely limbs. The room was charged with a current of desire so potent it was almost tangible.
Melvin's hand moved upward, tracing the curve of Angela's hip. She felt her breath hitch, and she turned to look at him. The smugness in his expression had given way to something else - hunger. "Maybe we should discuss this in private," he murmured, his voice a caress.
Without a word, Bella stood, her hips swaying as she moved to the door. She turned the lock with a deliberate click that echoed through the room. "Privacy," she said, her tone a purr, "seems to be in order." She stepped closer to them, her body a fiery contrast to Angela's cool confidence.
The air grew thick with heat as the three of them faced each other, the unspoken agreement hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Melvin's hand reached out, cupping Angela's cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.
The next moments unfolded like a dance of seduction choreographed by the gods of lust themselves. Melvin's lips found hers, claiming them with a passion that stole her breath. Bella stepped up behind her, her hands sliding around Angela's waist, her breath hot on her neck.
The kiss grew more intense, Melvin's hand moving to the small of Angela's back, pressing her closer to him. Bella's hands began to roam, her fingertips dancing over the sensitive skin, teasing the fabric of Angela's shirt.
As the kiss deepened, the room around them faded into a haze of need. They were no longer coworkers in a real estate office; they were three bodies caught in a whirlwind of desire. The sound of fabric rustling and the faint click of a zipper being lowered filled the air.
Melvin's hand slipped under Angela's shirt, his fingertips grazing her bare skin. She gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Bella's kisses grew more insistent, her teeth grazing Angela's earlobe, making her shiver.
The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and passion, each touch igniting a new fire within them. They were lost in the moment, in each other, and nothing else mattered but the burning need that consumed them. The office was their playground, the conference table their stage for a night of unbridled desire.
The lines between love, lust, and power blurred as they explored one another's bodies, the sounds of their pleasure echoing off the walls. The stakes were high, but the prize was worth the risk. This was more than just an escape from the mundane; it was a claim, a declaration of a bond that transcended the confines of their nine-to-five existence.
As the night grew darker outside, the passion inside the room grew brighter, a beacon of raw, uninhibited need. The world of contracts and commission had been replaced by a world of whispers, gasps, and the sweet surrender to desire.
for continuation see @Angela23
© Angel O Legna
With a flick of her wrist, she sent the bike roaring down the street, the wind biting at her skin. She navigated the traffic with the grace of a dancer, the machine beneath her an extension of her body. The city came alive as she sped through it, the buildings a blur in her periphery. Each shift of gears, each lean into a turn brought a smile to her lips. The thrill of the ride was only matched by the anticipation of what awaited her at the office.
Melvin, her boss, was a man of sharp contrasts. His tailored suits and piercing gaze could make even the most stoic client feel at ease, yet his casual confidence often veiled a fiery spirit. As she pulled into the Shore Agents parking lot, she knew he'd be watching her from the office window, his eyes lingering on the way her leather-clad body dismounted the bike.
Bella, on the other hand, was a vision in red. Her fiery hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and her figure-hugging dresses left little to the imagination. The office whispered about her late-night escapades, her seductive glances, and the rumored strings of men she left in her wake. Yet, she remained cool and professional, a silent challenge to those who dared to judge her.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the open office door as Angela swaggered in, the thunder of her bike's engine still echoing in the air. She tossed her helmet onto the desk, her eyes meeting Melvin's for a brief, charged moment. The tension between them was palpable, a silent dance of power and desire that played out daily in the office's gleaming halls.
"Morning, boss," she said, her voice a smoky purr. Melvin's eyes raked over her, a smug smile playing on his lips. Bella looked up from her paperwork, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. The day was just beginning, and already the air was thick with the promise of what lay beyond the mundane world of real estate deals and office banter.
Melvin stepped out of his office, his gaze traveling down Angela's toned legs to her booted feet. "Looks like you had quite the ride in," he said, his tone suggestive.
"Always," she replied, her smile a knowing challenge. She knew he liked to play games, but she wasn't one to be easily ruffled.
The office buzzed with the usual mix of phone calls and keyboard clacks. Angela settled into her work, her mind wandering to the thrill of the bike, the wind in her hair, and the undeniable pull she felt towards her boss and coworker. It wasn't just the thrill of the forbidden; it was the raw, untamed energy that crackled between them, a secret they all knew but never dared to speak.
As the day wore on, the tension grew. Melvin found reasons to brush past her desk, his hand lingering on her shoulder a beat too long. Bella's glances grew more heated, the fabric of her dress seeming to tighten around her curves with every passing hour. The air was a pressure cooker of unspoken desires, ready to boil over at any moment.
Finally, it was time for the office to close. Melvin called an impromptu meeting, his eyes flicking between Angela and Bella. "We've got a hot property coming on the market," he announced, a hint of excitement in his voice. "It's going to need some serious TLC, but the commission will be worth it."
The three of them moved into the conference room, the tension now a living, breathing entity in the space. Melvin began discussing strategies, but his eyes kept drifting to the two women. Angela felt a shiver of anticipation. She knew that tonight, the games would begin in earnest. The line between professional and personal was about to be obliterated.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, seductive glow, Melvin closed the blinds, shutting out the world. "Let's go over the details," he said, his voice low and commanding. He stepped closer to Angela, his hand brushing against her thigh. The heat from his touch sent a jolt through her body, and she bit her lip to keep from gasping.
Bella leaned back in her chair, watching the exchange with a mix of curiosity and challenge. Her eyes darkened as she took in Melvin's hand on Angela's leg, and she slowly uncrossed and recrossed her own, drawing attention to her long, shapely limbs. The room was charged with a current of desire so potent it was almost tangible.
Melvin's hand moved upward, tracing the curve of Angela's hip. She felt her breath hitch, and she turned to look at him. The smugness in his expression had given way to something else - hunger. "Maybe we should discuss this in private," he murmured, his voice a caress.
Without a word, Bella stood, her hips swaying as she moved to the door. She turned the lock with a deliberate click that echoed through the room. "Privacy," she said, her tone a purr, "seems to be in order." She stepped closer to them, her body a fiery contrast to Angela's cool confidence.
The air grew thick with heat as the three of them faced each other, the unspoken agreement hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Melvin's hand reached out, cupping Angela's cheek, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. She leaned into his touch, her eyes never leaving his.
The next moments unfolded like a dance of seduction choreographed by the gods of lust themselves. Melvin's lips found hers, claiming them with a passion that stole her breath. Bella stepped up behind her, her hands sliding around Angela's waist, her breath hot on her neck.
The kiss grew more intense, Melvin's hand moving to the small of Angela's back, pressing her closer to him. Bella's hands began to roam, her fingertips dancing over the sensitive skin, teasing the fabric of Angela's shirt.
As the kiss deepened, the room around them faded into a haze of need. They were no longer coworkers in a real estate office; they were three bodies caught in a whirlwind of desire. The sound of fabric rustling and the faint click of a zipper being lowered filled the air.
Melvin's hand slipped under Angela's shirt, his fingertips grazing her bare skin. She gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Bella's kisses grew more insistent, her teeth grazing Angela's earlobe, making her shiver.
The three of them moved together, a tangle of limbs and passion, each touch igniting a new fire within them. They were lost in the moment, in each other, and nothing else mattered but the burning need that consumed them. The office was their playground, the conference table their stage for a night of unbridled desire.
The lines between love, lust, and power blurred as they explored one another's bodies, the sounds of their pleasure echoing off the walls. The stakes were high, but the prize was worth the risk. This was more than just an escape from the mundane; it was a claim, a declaration of a bond that transcended the confines of their nine-to-five existence.
As the night grew darker outside, the passion inside the room grew brighter, a beacon of raw, uninhibited need. The world of contracts and commission had been replaced by a world of whispers, gasps, and the sweet surrender to desire.
for continuation see @Angela23
© Angel O Legna
