Jake spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon focused on work, reviewing reports and crunching numbers. As 2:30 approached, he saved his files and headed to Margaret's office, feelings of curiosity and slight apprehension swirling in his stomach.

He knocked on Margaret's door. "Come in," her voice called from inside.

Jake entered to find Margaret sitting behind her desk, glasses perched on her nose as she reviewed some papers. She looked up as he entered, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, Jake. Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk.

Jake sat down, his posture straight but relaxed. "You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

Margaret adjusted her glasses. "Yes, there are a couple of items we need to discuss. First, I wanted to follow up on the incident with Kiera last Friday. I have spoken with her about appropriate timing and discretion in the workplace. I trust there will not be any further issues?"

Jake nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment. "No ma'am, it won't happen again. I apologize again for my lack of judgment in that situation."

Margaret waved her hand dismissively. "What is done is done. Just be more mindful in the future." She paused, then continued with a slight smirk, "Though I must admit, the look on your face when you came was quite amusing."

Jake chuckled nervously, unsure how to respond to that comment.

Margaret's expression turned more serious. "Now, onto the second matter. Mr. and Mrs. Smithson will be coming into the office on Wednesday for a client presentation. You, Jessica, and Emily will give the presentation and Shayla will arrange all the marketing materials."

Jake nodded, making a mental note. "Understood. We'll make sure everything is prepared."

Margaret continued, "The Smithsons are aware of our unique work environment, so there is no reason to do anything different for the presentation. In fact, they prefer it that you will all be nude."

Jake's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he quickly composed himself. "Understood. Are they aware of the other… aspects of our office environment?”

Margaret smiled, "If you mean the sexual aspects, then yes. And I expect the three of you to be fully accommodating to any desires they may express during or after the presentation."

Jake nodded, understanding the implication. "Of course, we'll make sure the Smithsons are completely satisfied with their visit."

"Excellent," Margaret said with approval. "The Smithsons are very important clients, and I want to ensure they receive our full attention and… hospitality."

Jake couldn't help but feel nervous at the prospect of engaging in sexual activities with clients. But he knew that he may have to as part of the presentation.

Margaret leaned back in her chair, her eyes studying Jake intently before standing up and walking towards the far wall of her office. “Follow me Jake,” she commanded as she passed by where he was sitting. She led him over to a door that opened up into a small bedroom with an attached bathroom. As she pulled the comforter and sheet down she spoke, "Jake, I want you to fuck me." She got into bed and patted the mattress next to her.

Jake was momentarily stunned by Margaret's blunt request, but quickly recovered. "Of course, ma'am," he replied reaching down and fondling his penis to get himself hard as he climbed into bed beside her. Since he started working here, he figured it was just going to be a matter of time before he would have to have sex with Margaret.

Margaret’s eyes roamed appreciatively over his nude form. "I have been watching you on the cameras, Jake, seeing how skillfully you please the other women and I have heard the whispers in the hallways. I think it is time I experience firsthand what all the fuss is about." She reached out and took his semi-erect penis in her hand, stroking it gently. Jake groaned softly at her touch, his cock hardening fully in her grip.

Margaret laid her head back onto a pillow and spread her legs. “No need to bother with foreplay my boy, I got myself pretty worked up "preparing" for our meeting,” she said taking off her glasses and setting them on the nightstand.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said as he positioned himself between her legs. Jake grasped his dick and rubbed the tip along Margaret's slit a few times before slowly pushing forward, sinking into her surprisingly wet vagina. Margaret let out a soft moan as he entered her, reaching up to grasp his shoulders.

"Mmm, that is it," Margaret purred as Jake began to thrust, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Harder Jake," she demanded breathlessly. "Fuck me harder."

Jake obeyed, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts, the bed creaking beneath them. Margaret's sagging breasts flopped with each thrust, the large dark areolas crinkling as her nipples stiffened. He looked down, watching his cock disappear into her graying pubic hair with each stroke. Jake focused on the physical sensations - the wetness around his shaft, the squelching of her cunt as he pumped in and out. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her strong perfume.

Margaret's moans grew louder as Jake pounded into her. "Yes! Just like that!" she cried. "Fuck my cunt with that big young cock!"

Jake continued his movements, changing his angle slightly, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each thrust, knowing that would likely bring her to orgasm faster.

Margaret panted, “Slow down now Jake, I want to make this last a while.”

Jake, his face still buried in her neck, slowed his pace. His cock now slowly sliding in and out of her as she moaned and grunted with each penetration.

Margaret reveled in the slow, deep strokes of Jake's cock, relishing the feeling of his young, virile body on top of her. She clutched his strong shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. The room filled with the creaking of the bed and their heavy breathing, punctuated by Margaret's moans of pleasure.

"Mmmm, that is it Jake. Nice and slow," Margaret purred, squeezing her pussy around his thick shaft. "Your cock feels so good."

Jake grunted in response as he kept his face buried in her neck. He continued his languid pace, his pelvis grinding against her swollen clit with each deep penetration.

"Tell me how good my pussy feels," Margaret demanded breathlessly, wanting to hear him say the words. "Tell me how much you love fucking me."

Jake moaned. "Your pussy feels so good, Mrs. Brooks," he grunted, his voice strained. "I love fucking you."

Margaret smiled, knowing it likely wasn’t the truth but relishing her power over him. She clenched her inner muscles around his pumping shaft. “I am glad to hear that you love fucking me Jake. Maybe I will invite Kiera in next time so she can watch you go balls deep in her grandmother's pussy, making me moan like a wanton whore,” she purred, her breathing becoming more labored as Jake's cock stirred up long dormant sensations inside her. “Maybe I will ride your cock while my granddaughter sits on your face, giving her a really close view of your dick sliding in and out of me. Do you think she would like that?" She reached down to grip his ass, pulling him deeper into her with each languid stroke.

Jake groaned at Margaret's words, imagining the scene she described. "Yes ma'am, I think she would enjoy that very much," he panted, picking up the pace of his thrusts slightly.

Margaret moaned in approval. "Mmm, yes. Maybe I'll even let her taste your cum after you fill my pussy. Would you like that, Jake? To watch my teenage granddaughter licking your semen out of my cunt?"

Jake's hips jerked involuntarily at the erotic image. "Oh god, yes," he grunted, his cock twitching inside Margaret's wet heat.

Margaret chuckled breathlessly. "Such a naughty boy. Now fuck me faster. Make me cum on that big cock of yours."

Jake obliged, driving into her with renewed vigor. The bed springs protesting as he pounded Margaret's pussy, making her sagging breasts bouncing with each thrust. Margaret's cries of pleasure grew louder, her nails raking down Jake's back.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" she shouted. "Do not stop!"

Margaret could sense she was getting close, Jake's thick cock stroking her inner walls. “Kiss me Jake, kiss me while I cum on your cock.”

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a kiss, moaning into his mouth as her orgasm approached. Her hips were undulating against his trying to take him in as deep as possible. She broke the kiss and panted heavily, her body tensing. "Jake. I want you to fill me with your hot, young sperm as I climax."

Jake grunted and squeezed his eyes shut, pumping into her faster now, chasing his own release. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the small room. With a few more deep strokes, Margaret cried out, her body stiffening beneath Jake as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around Jake's pistoning cock, a gush of fluid coating his shaft, sending Jake over the edge. With a strangled groan, he buried himself to his balls and released, his cock pulsing as he spilled his semen deep inside Margaret's quivering depths. He collapsed on top of her, panting, as the last waves of pleasure coursed through him.

Jake rolled off of Margaret, both of them breathing heavily as they came down from their climaxes. "That was quite satisfactory, Jake," she said, “I can see why the other ladies in the office speak so highly of your… talents."

Jake felt a swirling of pride and awkwardness at her praise. "Thank you, Mrs. Brooks. I'm glad I could… um, meet your expectations."

Margaret chuckled. "No need to be shy now, boy. We have just fucked, after all. Though I suppose I should commend you on your professionalism. It is clear you take this job very seriously."

“Yes, ma’am, I do,” Jake responded.

"Well, I suppose we should get back to work," Margaret said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I trust you will give the Smithsons the same level of… attentiveness on Wednesday."

"Of course," Jake replied, getting up from the bed. "I'll make sure they're fully satisfied with their visit."

Margaret smirked. "I am sure you will." She headed towards the bathroom. "You can see yourself out. And Jake?" she added.

"Yes, ma'am?" Jake paused at the bedroom door, looking back at Margaret.

"Let us keep this little encounter between us, shall we? I would hate for the other ladies to get jealous," Margaret said with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

Jake nodded, even though she couldn't see him anymore. "Of course, Mrs. Brooks," he called out, then let himself out of the bedroom and Margaret's office.

Jake entered his office and sat down at his desk, trying to refocus on work. But his mind kept drifting back to Margaret's words about the upcoming client meeting with the Smithsons. He felt anxious and aroused about what the presentation might entail.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jake opened up the Smithson file on his computer. He had work to do to prepare for Wednesday, regardless of what other "activities" might be involved. As he dove into the numbers and projections, Jake couldn't help but marvel at how drastically his life had changed in just over a week. He was living a fantasy that most men could only dream of, and he was determined to make the best of it.

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