I can feel my orgasm quickly building toward release, so I pump as fast as I can, harder, faster, harder, faster, until it hits me. I tense up and arc... my back so far that I’m almost standing up, and relax as it passes and I collapse back into my chair. I sat there for a few minutes recovering and finally open my eyes. There in the glass in front of me is the reflection of a man standing in the hall behind me. I quickly spin my chair around to see the cleaning guy standing there watching me. I have my own its consulting firm, which we are doing pretty good, coming to me I look good with 5.11 height and good muscle. It happened when we conducted walk-ins for one of top MNCs in Bangalore, many freshers turned to our office, there one girl attracted me to an extent where I forgot myself am a CEO need to be dignified. By the way am 33 years only.I the girl came all the way from Bangalore and she was damn gorgeous with 36 boobs. And 5.9 height. Wow, she was looking like a model. Somehow. The real story starts now. I was stunned now. Even though she is black, she was looking more sexier than before. She has some charm on her. I locked the door and kissed on her lips. We were continuously kissing for 5 mins and slowly went to bedroom, kissing continued, and I laid her on bed, and she took off my lungie and started pressing my cock.I removed the bra to see the full big melons of her. I took it into my mouth and started sucking it hard and pressing the other boob with hand. Boobs. -possibly something in my manner alerted her – but I told her about myillness at school, and this seemed an acceptable explanation. That night in bed I lay awake for ages wrestling with myfeelings and eventually had to masturbate again before I could sleep. Over the days and weeks which followed I couldn’t get thememory of that day out of my mind, and I became gradually obsessedwith my mother. I began staying awake into the early morning, creepingalong the passage and listening.