Octavia Red

Mick sat across from Octavia in the quiet office, recorder on the table between them. He had started with the hard questions right away. “Were you aware of the insider trading going on in your company?” Octavia leaned back, crossing her legs, the tight blouse doing little to hide the full shape of her tits. “You started with the hard questions right away. Why should I tell you anything?” Mick’s eyes dropped for a moment. “Because if you give me what I want, I’ll give you what you want.” She studied him. “And why should I trust you?” A knock at the door interrupted them. Someone from the outer office asked if they needed anything. Mick sent them away sharply, demanding privacy. Once the door closed again he turned the recorder back on. “Were you involved?” “No,” she said. Then, after a pause: “But I may have evidence who is.” Mick shut the recorder off. “Then let’s make a trade of our own. You give me your evidence… and I’ll let you fuck me.” Octavia’s lips curved into a slow smile. “Nobody can know that I gave you this deal.” She stood, walked around the desk, and pushed him back into the chair. “Why don’t you take a seat and let me worship this cock?” She dropped to her knees, freed his already hardening cock, and took him into her mouth with a hungry moan. She sucked him deep and slow at first, then faster, spit shining on the shaft as she looked up at him. Mick’s hand rested on the back of her head while she worked him, tongue swirling, throat relaxing to take more. When she stood again she pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties aside and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch made her gasp. “Oh my god… yes…” She rode him hard, tits bouncing under the open blouse, grinding down so every inch disappeared inside her. Mick gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, the wet sound of their bodies filling the office. He stood, still buried inside her, and bent her over the desk. Papers scattered as he fucked her from behind with deep, powerful strokes. Octavia moaned loudly, one hand reaching back to spread herself open for him, the other gripping the edge of the desk. “Fuck me… just like that… don’t stop…” He pulled out only long enough to spin her around, lift her onto the desk and drive back into her while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their mouths crashed together in a messy kiss while he pounded her, the desk creaking under them. She came hard around his cock, shaking and clenching, still begging him to keep going. Near the end he pulled out, stroked himself rapidly and painted her stomach and the underside of her tits with thick ropes of cum. Octavia watched, breathing hard, then slowly smeared it across her skin with two fingers. A phone rang on the desk. Someone from her firm was on the line. She answered, voice suddenly professional again. “I have to take this,” she told Mick, already fixing her clothes. “You can see yourself out.” At the door she paused and looked back. “Look… I’m sorry. But I did what I had to do.” Mick watched her leave, the evidence folder still on the desk, his cock still half-hard, and the clear realization settling in that the real insider trading story had just walked out the door.