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Wednesday, September 16, 2015

[SS-033] Overtime


[OVERTIME]

Omar was an executive assistant to the chief executive officer of a leading local law firm. He knew he had to do well in his job in order for him to work in this firm after he receives his law degree.

As the top attorney's wing man, he knew that his job was not going to be easy. And he was right, aside from all the mountains of paperworks and correspondences on his desk, he had to accompany his boss in various court trials, where he learned the tricks of the trade.

His was way more than a nine to five job. At times he would respond to phone calls at dead hours in the night. His assistance job had taken a toll on his personal life.

But Omar knew his performance at the firm will seal the deal of a bright law career ahead of him. His boss saw his willingness and determination to go beyond what was expected of him.

Omar did everything to please his boss.

For instance, every Friday night, he would always be expected at the firm's lounge area. He would call his fiance saying he would be late for work.

Omar would take his place at the stage of the lounge in front of all his colleagues at work to abide by his biggest duty as executive assistant— to entertain.

He would dance and gyrate sensually in front of the crowd, letting them touch his gym-fit body while he would peeling his clothes off one by one, leaving only a bow tie and a small piece of underwear under his slacks. From the vip seat, the CEO would gaze at him hungrily.

After an hour of dancing, Omar would go to a private room in the lounge where his handsome, married boss is waiting.

Omar would pull his undies down, then undress the powerful attorney in front of him. He bears down as he would get down on the CEO's hard, leaking cock and ride it.


He didn't mind not getting extra payment for his over time on Fridays. After all, the perks that his prostate was receiving was all worth it.

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