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while, his gaze never left her pussy, where her thrusting fingers perfectly matched his rhythm.
    It was all over in a few breathless seconds. He arched in the chair as though his back would break and shot a jet-powered stream of jizz arcing across the floor straight onto her smart, black stilettos.
    But before he managed more than a flash of embarrassment, she stiffened against the probing of her fingers and uttered a little mewling cry that quivered up her throat and erupted into a sharp gasp.
    Then she was kneeling in front of him with the box of tissues helping him clean up and tucking him in, all the while speaking a throaty string of encouragements. ‘That was good, Alan. Well done. Just what you needed. You’ll knock ’em dead.’
    And he did! The impossible client was putty in his hand, and the deal went through with more ease than he could have ever hoped for.
    ‘You see. You negotiated from a position of power,’ she said afterward, during their debriefing. ‘And having a good come always puts one in the position of power. You’re the alpha wolf, Alan. You get to shoot your wad while others have to hold it.’ She paced back and forth in front of his desk, the navy pencil skirt now hiding the red suspenders and knickers. They might be well hidden, but he knew they were there, and that made it hard to concentrate on what she was saying.
    ‘Never underestimate the power of being the one who gets to come,’ she was saying.
    ‘But it was just a wank.’ He shifted in his chair, feeling as though he could use another one.
    She turned to face him. ‘Was it?’
    He blushed. ‘I came on your shoes.’
    She leant forward over his desk, both hands flat against the blotter, leant so far forward that they were practically nose to nose. It took only the slightest dip of his eyes to glimpse red lace cupping her breasts, and suddenly he was uncomfortably stiff again. Her full, lipsticked mouth curled into a knowing smile. ‘Doesn’t matter. You made me come, didn’t you?’
    ‘Did you masturbate after you got home last night?’ It was the first question she asked him the next morning when they were settled into his office for a look at the day’s agenda.
    ‘God, Victoria, couldn’t you wait until I’ve at least had my tea?’
    ‘Well? Did you?’
    He fiddled with his laptop, hoping she wouldn’t notice the rising blush. ‘I did,’ came the curt reply. Twice, in fact, but he didn’t tell her that. He felt a surge in his trousers as he recalled thinking about her while he yanked and stroked and cupped himself to two more big ones before he fell asleep, and then the rest of the night he fucked her in the dream world. God, he hoped she didn’t ask any more questions.
    ‘Good, excellent. Good work, Alan. I think we’re making some real progress here. I’m very pleased with your success.’
    He didn’t know how the woman did it, but somehow she made him feel really proud to be such a good wanker.
    There was no more mention of masturbation for the rest of the week. She went with him to the warehouse and took lots of notes. She checked the filing systems and took even more notes. She questioned him about his preparations for a big meeting early next week. And every night, after he got home, he masturbated, imagining her mouth on his cock, imagining coming with his cock pressed between the swell of her tits, imagining her bent over his desk, skirt hiked, knickers pushed aside to reveal her pussy, all swollen and pouting and gagging for him.
    When the day of the big meeting came, they sat facing each other in his office, her with her legs crossed demurely to support the notepad she’d been writing on. She scribbled something across the page then smiled up at him. ‘I’ll trust you to go off to the loo for a little privacy this time, if you’d like.’
    But he was already undoing his belt. ‘Not necessary. When a man’s come on a woman’s shoes, a certain bond develops between them, don’t you