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  They continued their kissing and frustrated fondling, and she moaned softly when he brought his lips to her nipple and began suckling on her breast as he massaged and stimulated the other one with his strong hand. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the attention. She bit her lip and moaned as he sucked one then the other, and she had brought her hand down and was stroking his hardness through his jeans.

  His hands left her body, and he pulled down his zipper and reached inside, pulling out his stiff cock like he was proudly offering it up for her inspection. His unleashed erection was fully engorged, and she was impressed by the size and loved that she could see his pre-cum already moistening the tip. She felt her clit tingling with excitement as she wrapped her hand around his thick, veiny cock. She looked at it longingly and wanted so badly for him to take her right there in the backseat. She wanted to feel him against her pussy, grazing past her clit through the slippery wetness before thrusting deeply into her. She wanted to ride him hard as her breasts bounced freely, pounding his cock fully into her until his hot cum exploded inside her.

  But instead he pushed her hand away and started stroking his cock himself. She thought that was something different and something she hadn't experienced before, but she went with it and began to massage her breasts and play with her own nipples, leaning back so he could admire her body as he jerked himself off. She had never watched a man get himself off, but the sight of him touching himself was much more exciting to her than she had ever thought it would be. She was certain that this was only the beginning and that they would go farther than the other times, and she so wanted to have her pussy licked. She loved to feel a man's tongue flicking and tickling her clit, making her cum as he slid a finger inside her pussy.

  His hand pumped up and down on his cock, and Maggie felt her cheeks blush crimson as she watched him and her heart raced with excitement. She tried to stop him and go back to kissing him, but he looked disturbed and turned his face away from her. She put her hand on his again to get him to stop and let things progress, but he protested and pushed her away again. She tried again to redirect his attention to her but to no avail. She jumped off of his lap and moved to the other side of the seat.

  “What the fuck, Maggie?!” he shouted in disbelief and confusion about what was going on. “I was almost there! You can't leave me blue-balled now! What the fuck?!”

  Chapter 8

  Serena woke when she heard Hani's cell phone ring and was disturbed that it was barely daylight and someone was calling. It was a sound she had grown accustomed to in the time since they met, and it seemed that the office could never leave him alone, even after hours, so she pulled the duvet up to her ears and snuggled back down into the pillow. She pouted at first when she had asked if he could turn his phone off in the evenings when they were together and he said no; getting this company off the ground was his job and he couldn't shirk the responsibility.

  Eventually she admired his dedication and got used to the frequent interruptions. It was usually his assistant or his boss, confirming details of a meeting or discussing some other business matters. He didn't mind talking to her about his work, but she was finally accepting the interruptions as just a normal part of her new routine. He wasn't secretive at all and left all of his paperwork in plain sight, but she understood that he just wanted to keep business separate from their time together as much as he could, so she respected his space and didn't ask many questions.

  The conversation was usually brief and in English when he spoke with anyone from the home office, but this time Hani was speaking only in Arabic, and Serena could tell there was a disagreement about something. Although she had picked up conversational phrases and slang from him and was learning to write the Arabic alphabet, she could not converse but still strained to follow the conversation as if she might understand what was being said.

  She had never heard Hani raise his voice before now, so this phone call worried her. He always had a calm and peaceful demeanor with her, but she figured it was business and sometimes business doesn't go smoothly. She dismissed it at that and closed her eyes again.

  A few minutes later, she felt the familiar feeling of him sitting on the far side of the bed, and the bed sheets rustled, letting a brief draft underneath as he crawled in behind her. Soon she felt the warmth of his naked body pressed against her and his arm wrapping protectively around her. She had left the comfort of her own apartment and now spent every night with him at the suite and slept soundly in the haven of his bed with him beside her.

  “All in a day's work, my dear...All in a day's work,” he whispered, kissing her gently on the shoulder. She snuggled against him as he held her tighter, and she drifted off to sleep.

  The alarm clock sounded an hour later, an unwelcome reminder that she was scheduled to work while Hani had the day off. He could easily support them both and offered to do so, but Serena insisted on keeping some independence and didn't want to be one of those girls who lives off of a sugar daddy, although word had gotten around at work that she was dating an older man and she was sure that the label was already stuck on her.

  The fact that he was Arabian made everyone assume his family was in the oil business or maybe he was a prince of some kind. The jokes didn't bother her; in fact she walked proudly with Hani when he came to pick her up after work, knowing full well that the men envied him because he was fucking her now and they were yesterday's news and didn't stand a chance with her.

  Serena also endured the jealous stares and whispers of the girls at work who she knew were salivating over Hani's exotic good looks, sophisticated charm, and foreign accent. Sure, there were men of every ethnic background in this city and some were very good looking, but the fact that an ordinary college girl like her landed one as handsome and refined as Hani was met with covetous looks, and some of the girls unabashedly flirted with him right in front of her. He always doted on her a little more at those times, holding her close, gently kissing her forehead, and calling her sweet names in Arabic, knowing it made them crazier with envy, even if they had no idea what he just said. His accent alone was enough to make their panties wet.

  Hani saw the glances from the men as well as she walked by them, and he always held her a little tighter and nodded politely to them. They always looked confused as to why this guy was so nice to them when they had just sneered at him and looked lustfully at his girlfriend, but Hani seemed to charm everyone that he encountered. This quality was surely partly responsible for his success in business as well.

  “Baby, stay with me,” Hani pleaded sweetly. “Let Dee find someone else to work your shift. Or better yet, maybe she can get off her own ass and cover it, or why not call Beth in?” he suggested. “Where is Maggie today? Maybe she can work your shift. We haven't yet had an entire day to spend together between my meetings, your classes at university, and your work. Please, baby, I need you with me.”

  His dark eyes sparkled, and Serena couldn't resist nor deny his request, so she quickly dialed and got through to Dee, who as usual acted like the fate of the entire store depended on whether or not she would be short one cashier for a few hours.

  “Serena, you know that one more call off and I have to report it to George,” Dee argued.

  “I don't know why because he's not even your boss, Dee Dee. Anyone can see chain of command should be to Gabby, not to the assistant manager. She's your boss, and George is just...George is just a perv!” Serena argued back and ended the call before Dee had a chance to say anything else.

  And Serena knew from experience that what she said was true. It was rumored that he often masturbated while watching the security feed from the cameras that seemed to always be aimed at female employees, and while she had no proof of that, everyone agreed that he did give off a sleazy vibe whenever he strutted around the store surveying the place like he was the owner, and it was obvious that he was leering at all of the females in the store, employees and customers alike. There had been complaints from customers about that too, but
it seemed that they weren’t taken seriously because George’s behavior never changed.

  One time Gabby had asked Serena to sit in as a witness during a disciplinary meeting with another cashier, and as she was walking to her office, she walked past George's office. The door was slightly ajar, but Serena could hear soft voices and a girl's giggle, followed by a deep chuckle from George. She stopped to peek in, and she could see that the girl was Wendy, another cashier.

  Wendy was a tall buxom red head, and she was fond of wearing corsets, even at work, which emphasized her large round breasts and small waist. She worked a second job as a waitress at the local burlesque club and was fond of the vintage pinup style. Her corset made her breasts look like they would suddenly burst free from their restraints, and Serena could practically feel her ample D-cup breasts shrink in comparison to Wendy’s. Like all of the other girls, Wendy had to wear a boring uniform, so she tried to dress it up and personalize it with her own style. Wendy always chose a retro “cat eye” eyeliner and Cupid’s bow lipstick; the exaggerated bustline, however, was bit extreme for working in a supermarket. She had pale, creamy skin with only a few faint freckles across the bridge of her nose and no visible tattoos or piercings other than a microdermal diamond stud in her cleavage.

  The one thing that intrigued Serena about Wendy was that she had a series of piercings up the back of her neck and wore a silver barbell in each of them. When Wendy wore all of her hair up in a vintage “victory roll” style, the piercings were clearly visible, and the vintage and current styles were a striking contrast. The piercings gave the impression of almost having been stitched or stapled, and Serena had never seen that before. The cleavage piercing was just a tiny sparkle where you least expect it at her open neckline, perfectly centered between her breasts. Serena thought that was cute and had contemplated getting one too, but Hani expressed that he preferred that she keep her skin pure, and she respected his wishes.

  Serena wasn't surprised when she saw Wendy in George's office because she saw him flirt with her many times, and she knew Wendy had a reputation of putting out. Someone caught had even caught her in flagrante in the employee lounge with two male employees, but Wendy denied that she was in the middle of giving them blowjobs and said they were only talking. The pre-cum above her lip was explained as smeared lip gloss from drinking her Coke. Serena didn't like to spread rumors or pass judgments on people, so they remained casual acquaintances at work.

  Serena stepped back from the door so she wouldn't be seen. She couldn't make out anything that was being said, but then she heard the rustle of clothing, followed by another giggle and the sound of a wet kiss. She heard another movement, hoping that it wasn't someone discovering the open door, but then she heard George trying to hold in a moan, and Wendy made a noise like she just tasted the most sinful dessert ever.

  Serena peeked through the crack of the door again and saw George standing beside his desk with his hands on his hips like he was some kind of superhero, and Wendy was on her knees in front of him, sucking wetly on his cock. She watched the scene for a few minutes as Wendy's head bobbed and George gripped her hair tightly in his fist. Serena’s face flushed as scarlet as Wendy’s hair, and she felt a little ashamed that couldn't stop her own pussy from getting warm and wet too.

  Suddenly he pulled Wendy’s hair, and she released his cock from her mouth, and he stood her up. He roughly pulled up her shirt and tugged the top of her corset down, exposing her breasts. He grabbed them with the finesse of a farmhand and bowed his head down and started sucking her nipples. Serena heard Wendy gasp and was at first concerned that he was hurting her, but she heard her moan with pleasure as she threw her head back, and she saw a dirty sweet smile spread across Wendy’s face.

  Serena was half repulsed yet half intrigued, half turned on yet knowing she was intruding on a private moment, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the scene. George lifted his head and quickly twisted Wendy's wrist behind her back. Wendy giggled again, and he turned her around, grinding his hips against her back. He whispered something in her ear and guided her to his desk. Wendy giggled again and peeked over her shoulder at him as he pulled her black jeans down over her round ass. He pushed her against the desk, and she leaned over it as he pulled her black lace thong aside. He squeezed her soft, full ass cheeks in his hands then slid one hand between her legs for a few moments. He stroked his hard cock, lubricating it with her wetness, and prepared to penetrate her.

  Wendy moaned as he slid inside her. He told her to keep quiet, and he reached with one hand to cover her mouth as she continued to moan. He was thrusting deeply inside her, and she gripped the edge of the desk like her life depended on it. He had lacked any tenderness earlier, and his style of fucking seemed to have the same quality. He pounded away, grunting quietly, and Serena could see he was about to cum. He let go of her mouth just as she came, and even with that amount of roughness, it was a sweet sound of pleasure.

  At that, he released into her with a stifled moan and pumped into her a few more times before withdrawing. He walked away out of Serena’s view, and she watched as Wendy quickly pulled her jeans back up, tucked her breasts back into her corset and smoothed her shirt. Her retro-style lipstick was now a faded tint on her lips, and she fluffed her hair and made herself quickly presentable again. Serena stepped away from the door again so that she wouldn't be caught.

  “Now, young lady,” George said sternly. “Get yourself back to work. And no write-up this time. Try to be a good girl or else we'll have to meet here in my office again,”

  “Yes, Daddy George,” Wendy said with a giggle.

  Serena heard what sounded like his palm smacking her ass and another wet kiss. She quickly moved away from the door, and Wendy came out into the hallway. She looked surprised to see her there, but Serena acted like she was walking past the door and they just happened to cross paths.

  “Hey, Rena,” Wendy said casually, wiping the corner of her mouth with her hand. “Disciplinary meeting with George...”

  She started to walk away in the opposite direction as Serena continued walking to Gabby's office, then called over her shoulder.

  “What a dick!” Wendy shouted, and Serena heard the same dirty giggle that she had heard only moments ago.

  Serena lay back down in bed and propped herself up on her elbow beside Hani. She ruffled her fingers through the dark hair on his chest, petting him like the handsome lion that he was. He reveled in the attention and smiled sweetly, then kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Dee Dee acted like it was a national disaster, as usual,” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “I don't get what the big deal is. All she has to do is.--”

  Hani stopped her by putting his finger to her lips. His voice flowed like honey, and his accent always soothed her and made her forget the ending of her sentence anyway. Hell, he could make her forget her own name if he tried.

  “Shhh, baby. Let it go,” he crooned softly. “It's not worth getting your beautiful self stressed out over. Now let's relax and enjoy this day together that we have been blessed with.”

  He caressed her cheek and leaned forward to kiss her. She closed her eyes and surrendered to his kiss and sunk back into the pillow. He kissed her ardently as he slid his body over hers, pressing his cock against her to let her feel his desire. He settled himself between her legs, his growing hardness brushing against her thigh, and her legs opened to accept him. Serena smiled and giggled as his lips traveled from her cheeks onto her neck before grazing against her erect nipple and nibbling it softly. He teased the other nipple lightly with his fingertip, and her pussy became slick with lubrication, preparing for him to claim it once more.

  Serena expected him that he would bring himself up and tease her clit with the tip of his cock, which he was very fond of doing because he knew how much she loved it, and he also liked to hear her beg to feel him inside her. Instead, he left her breasts and continued kissing lower onto her belly. His gentle kisses tickled her, and she giggled ag
ain which was stopped short when he quickly tweaked her nipples and made her whole body twitch. The pinch of his fingers sent an electric pulse directly to her clit, and she imagined that if she could see it, it would shimmer and sparkle electric blue from his touch.

  She writhed beneath him as his lips reached her bikini line, and she lifted her hips to him as he gently sucked the lips of her pussy. He moaned with delight as he lapped up the juices from them. She rolled and twisted blissfully beneath him, like a kitten enjoying a good petting, and Hani knew how to make his kitten purr. His fingers pulled and pinched her nipples, and her engorged clitoris swelled like a ripe juicy berry waiting for his lips.

  Hani's phone vibrated on the nightstand and rang, shaking them both from the intensity of the moment. His head popped up quickly from being startled, leaving her breathless, and for a moment they just looked at each other in disbelief at the bad timing of the call. He wiped the wetness from his lips and grabbed for the phone.

  Serena was speechless and unable to protest about him taking the call, so she lay there as he sat on the edge of the bed. Her pussy still throbbed, and she lazily rubbed his back as he began to speak in Arabic with whoever had called. The conversation seemed to take a bad turn quickly, judging from the tone of his voice.

  He stood up and started to pace back and forth in the room, and she couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. The other person had raised their voice to the point where she could make out that it was a woman’s voice, maybe his assistant from the home office, but both spoke in Arabic, so she was left bewildered, not knowing why his mood had changed so quickly.