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“Aren’t we too stressed?” Monique tells me while holding my half-hard cock.
Damn it. Alex must be enjoying his moments with Haven and his son that he asked for an extension to his leave. Thinking of another two weeks of being the director stresses me. How could Alex handle this mad life? I'm okay with treating patients and acting as a clown for those kids sometimes, but to manage a whole department? That guy didn't give me a temporary promotion. He punished me!
“You’re hopeless,” Monique giggles.
I scowl at her before sliding my hands under her armpits and pulling her on top of my crotch. She raises her eyebrows while I roll her skirt over her waist and expose her pretty purple thong. I don't know why she loves the color purple, but Monique does look good in it.
She straddles above my crotch and brushes her crotch against mine. My cock twitches, but it’s not enough to maintain an erection. How can I? I barely slept for a week. I haven’t fucked for more than five minutes, too. All I did with Monique this past week were quickies.
When they say a person may get satisfied within ten seconds, it's a LIE. Five minutes is not enough. Twenty minutes can barely bring me to a climax. I need at least three rounds; Monique needs more to achieve our sexual satisfaction. It's a surprise she hasn't found a new fuck buddy. She's more obsessed with sex.
I lift Monique by the waist and position her on my chair. She licks her lips and parts them, demanding my kiss. I slide my tongue into her mouth. Monique catches and sucks it like she hasn't had it for days. It's almost like it. Even our kisses were quick.
Monique growls when I glance at the clock. Since taking the temporary position, I've been anxious about the time. I'm always in a hurry because I'm always on call. Monique takes her phone and sets the timer. "Make me cum, and I'll let you take my ass."
Delight fills me. It’s been a while since I took her from behind. Monique hates it, but I love hearing her curse while I ram her back hole.
She raises her legs and puts each of them on every handle of my chair, exposing her wet panties before me. Her eyes light up when I lightly scratch her slit before playfully flicking her clit. "You got to do more than that."
I chuckle and kiss her. Monique moans and sucks my tongue when I insert my middle finger into her opening. She breathes heavily when I put in another finger and wipe the wetness straight from her pussy walls. Her slick juice covers my finger.
She gives me a sensual look as I brush my wet fingers on her taut nipples. “Dirty,” she giggles when I take the nipples into my mouth. Her hips rock on the chair as I suckle her tits and ram her pussy with my fingers.
“Enjoying it?” I ask while moving onto my knees.
“I still want more,” Monique demands.
"Yes, Miss," I tease while sucking her inner thighs. Her hips rise as my kisses near her folds.
Monique loudly moans when I lay my tongue flat on her pussy and run it up her crotch, touching every sensitive spot between her folds. She grabs my long blond hair to control me but surrenders to my every move. I wiggle my tongue into her opening; her hips dance on the chair; her moans fill the office like a song.
“Shit, Damon,” she hisses as I tongue-fuck her.
She never looked for another fuck buddy because she can't. We've been fucking each other for a year. I know just how to drive her crazy. No man can fuck her the way I can.
“You closed the door, right?” She asks between purrs.
"Relax. Nobody comes in here," I laugh and add, "Unless Alex decides to fuck Haven in his imagination again."
Monique laughs. But it gets cut short after I thrust my fingers into her pussy and find her G-spot. Her hips leap from the chair. She almost bumps her head as she throws her neck to the back. "Now, make me cum," she orders.
She looks at me with her tiger-like brown eyes, challenging me if I can bring her into ecstasy. I reply with a confident look and playfully lick her clit like a cat. She giggles and slaps me lightly before pinching my cheeks. Monique hates it when I act like a boy, but she can't resist that side of me.
Monique shrieks when I thrust my fingers inside her deeper. "This is why I like having a doctor as my fuck buddy," she brushes my hair with her fingers. "You know the right spots and how to compensate for your... dysfunction."
“Dysfunction?” Her term appalls me. I stand and spread her legs more through the handles of the chair. “Dysfunction, huh?” I take my cock and get frustrated when it's still half-hard.
“I think you’re only tired of me,” Monique sounds half-pissed.
"No. I'm just...."
She cuts me off with a laugh. She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me close to her. “I’m playing with you,” Monique clings to my shoulders and kisses me.
“Dr. Cowell. Damon?”
“Fuck!” I panic after hearing a familiar voice and pull away from Monique. She loses her balance and falls off the chair. “Damn it. I’m sorry....”
The door swings open, and a petite nurse walks in. "Dr. Cowell, are you...?” She gets tongue-tied after seeing me with my unbuttoned shirt and half-hanging pants. Of course, with my disappointing cock dangling, too.
The nurse looks at me. I've seen those blue eyes before and those round cheeks. Tricia? No way. I haven't seen my former stepsister for two decades. She can't be that nurse. It'll be too embarrassing for my once-little sister to see me with my dangling cock.
The short nurse pales when Monique climbs out from under the desk. “Monique?”
“Tricia Robinson? What the hell?” Monique glares at her.
A bucket of ice dumps on me. Monique pulls up my pants, alarming me to take cover. Tricia? That chubby little girl who I fought with more than two decades ago? Damn. She grew up with exquisite curves. Damon! She’s my younger sister. Stepsister. For only about six months before her mother decided to cheat on my father and got divorced.
"I'm sorry," Tricia looks down and quickly steps out of the room. "I'll be back later," she says while closing the door.
Monique snorts and rolls her eyes. I let go of my pants and let them fall off my ankles. Monique frowns after seeing my hard cock. "Damn you! You want to fuck her."
“Who?”
“Tricia Robinson, of all people?”
“You know her?” I ask. It’ll be a small world if Monique also knows her.
"Tricia is that genius kid with so much potential but never went far," Monique laughs. She looks at my cock and says, "You want to fuck her."
“No,” I quickly deny, but my throbbing cock gives me away.
“If you want to fuck her, I can help you with it,” Monique says while holding my cock. “In one condition. You always do it with me.”
“What?”
“The last thing I want is for Tricia Robinson to win,” Monique rolls her eyes like a plastic high school queen bee. “If my suspicion is right, she’s here to get that medical scholarship. That woman doesn’t know how to give up.”
“She wanted to be a doctor?”
“But too poor to get into medical school,” Monique answers. “I don’t know why she bombed a university scholarship, but I think it’s karma. Miss know-it-all can’t always have it all, too.”
I look at the door and think of running after her. Tricia was eight when they left. She could not have forgotten me. She must know that I was supposed to be her older brother if my father had adopted her. Her older brother. Shit! I’m disgusted by my lustful thoughts about her curves while thinking I’m still her brother. But she’s not my sister. And fucking her won’t be against anything.
“So, you want to fuck her?” Monique repeats. “I can make it happen.”
The offer entices me, but my connection with Tricia fills me with hesitation. I shake my head and lift Monique to the desk. "I rather fuck you right now."
Taking advantage of my now-hard cock, I swiftly thrust my whole shaft into Monique’s pussy, making her writhe and moan. As I move my hips against her, I look at the door. Is Tricia still there? Will she be willing to join us?
