Angelica, desperate from the heat and lust of the moment, was not going to let this grand opportunity pass. It had been more than five years since she had any action in bed, and although sometimes the urge gets to her and she pleases herself, it's not the same as having a real man's member, of flesh and cavernous body deep inside.
So when Axel goes down to suck on the nips of her no-longer-so-firm breasts, she emits a moan and gently pushes him away to unbutton his pants. She does it clumsily, and when she releases them completely, they fall at Axel's feet.
Then he, also possessed by lust, takes off his shirt and stands in front of Angelica with only a pair of briefs and a pair of socks from the expensive Nice Laundry brand of soft cashmere.
"Wow," was all Angelica could say, as Axel quickly took possession of her mouth again, which he kissed with passion and contained fury.
Angelica wanted to take out the majestic member that was outlined under those expensive briefs, but she remembered her chapped hands and held back. She wasn't going to scare the doll away, she wanted to eat it, and eat it she would, even if she stopped being called Angelica Sosa.
Axel kept rubbing his member against Angelica's crotch and it grew more, so he took it out noticing her interest in it. Upon being released from its prison, it shed a small tear that was wiped on Angelica's thong; Axel pushed it aside and impregnated it with the moisture emanating from Angelica's center.
She just closed her eyes and wished he would put it in; she wanted to feel a man after so long. Axel noticed the complacency and desire of that unknown woman; she wasn't his type, but he needed to unload the fury he had, and what better than with the fool who had put on his career-culminating dress without his consent.
So without thinking, he stretched as much as he could over the desk and from the first drawer he took out a condom. He broke the package and put on the condom with an agility that only experience gives, and without thinking, he penetrated Angelica, who gave a small cry of surprise, ecstasy, and a pleasurable pain.
Angelica grabbed onto Axel's shoulders as he pounded her even while she was sitting on the edge of the desk. With one hand he massaged her button while with the other he pinched a nipple, never ceasing to maintain a great strong and impetuous rhythm, and Angelica had never felt that.
Thousands of sensations filled her being, and from one moment to another, she began to tremble. Axel knew she was going to come and just when Angelica was released, he took it out while continuing to massage her center and a large jet came out trapping it with her chest.
Immediately he turned her over and penetrated her again, after several more thrusts, it was he who was released.
He fell on Angelica's back to recover from that wonderful task. It was the best to release the stress he had; he didn't even care anymore that the stupid woman had used his dress "Night of Lust."
He took it out slowly, as if he wanted to stay there forever, but what happened would not happen again.
He only hoped that the stranger wouldn't make a scandal out of it, but he knew they wouldn't believe her. The great Axel Darko would never look at a woman like her, besides much older than him, and none other than the cleaning lady. Ha, he really was crazy, he fucked the cleaning lady and it was a phenomenal fuck.
Axel took some wet wipes from on top of his desk and handed them to Angelica, while he also cleaned himself by removing the condom.
"Clean yourself, get dressed, and leave," he ordered. "Nothing happened here. If you tell anyone what we did, you're going to regret it. If you keep quiet, I won't charge you for my dress."
Angelica came out of her daze, received the wipes, and cleaned herself to put on her uniform in silence. While Axel, still naked, watched her dress and observed her mature body. He denied it looking at her: how old could this lady be? He wondered.
Angelica, after getting dressed, took her cleaning cart that was in a corner of the office and dragged it to the door, and before closing, she turned to look at him one last time and record in her memory that beautiful body that was hers.
"Young man, thank you for what you just gave me. I really needed it," said Angelica, "it was great." And she left leaving a disconcerted Axel looking at the closed door through which Angelica left.
Did she just thank him? Ha, was it a favor he did for the stranger? He felt used; the woman dared to say that she needed it.
He got dressed, because in half an hour his secretary would arrive; the idiot always refuses his insinuations. But he won't insist anymore; she already threatened him that she was going to resign and she does an excellent job. More than enough to put up with the fucking genius she maintains.
Half an hour later and very punctual, Sarah arrived. She knocks on the door and waits for authorization to enter. She puts her coffee on the desk and stands next to him to give him the order of the day. She does everything so mechanically and routinely that it seems that they constantly live in a deja vu.
"My God! Mr. Darko, what happened to your dress?" Sarah quickly put the coffee cup on the desk and approached to pick up the dress from the floor.
"Put it back on the mannequin," Axel ordered, giving thanks that that small detail of the dress had changed his secretary's damn routine.
She solicitously arranges it exactly as it was the day before; Axel watched her do that task, but he only saw the stranger with the dress on and looking at herself in the mirror. She was so absorbed that she didn't feel when he entered, and when she closed her eyes she startled when he spoke in her ear.
That day Axel entered two hours before his usual schedule, because the stress generated by attending for the first time that he assumed as CEO to Milan Fashion Week did not let him sleep.
He had been without inspiration for his designs for days, he needed to de-stress, so without thinking he took the daring woman who dared to use his culminating design and fucked her to pay for her audacity and thus release the stress he brought. He smiled remembering what she told him when leaving, and he became aware that he would never see her again or, at least, he would never repeat with her what happened in that office.
"Sarah, call Marisolio and his team. Have them prepare, I'm inspired. Today we're going to work all day." Sarah, who had already finished dressing the mannequin, quickly left to call the senior designer.
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