Trenderhoof: Personal Secretary

Coco saw this a few miles away. When you have a single guy, whose office was his living quarters and being a known womanizer, you kinda expected that he would be fucking your brains out.

Yet, there Coco was, naked on Trenderhoof's bed, with the sweaty man on top of her, humping away.

It started innocently enough: she entered the studio apartment to find an aloof and distracted man trying to describe the job. "I just need someone to do all the stuff I don't want to do. Flight booking, answering phone calls, returning emails. I just want to go out and travel. I like your qualifications, Coco. I even like Rarity. Oh, the many things we did in her bed. You know, I could show you what we did..."

The sex was tedious and uninteresting. Trenderhoof was shorter and less thick than the rest of the men that day, Coco even tried to fake her moaning: no luck in making him cum. She even suggested a few different positions or even giving him a blowjob.

"Nope. I'm almost done here."

That was five minutes ago.

He continued to thrust himself into her, the only moans and grunts came from him, and Coco was bored to the point that she started to see shapes and figures from the stucco ceiling overhead.

She felt him swell up, and he began to scream and moan in pleasure as he came what had to be his best load ever.

That's it?

Trenderhoof was breathing as if he ran a marathon. Coco was waiting for him to get off.

"I... Would like to offer the job... But... More interviews... I'll call you..."

Author's Note

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