My eyes were starting to cross from reading the umpteenth page of this poorly written testimony.
I'd only been with the firm about a month now and after a few weeks of temps they had finally found me an assistant. Emily was a paralegal and had a degree in business. That wasn't the only thing she had. At just a shade over five feet she had one of the prettiest faces, and most incredible bodies I'd ever seen. I don't know what I did to deserve this turn of luck but I wasn't going to argue. Thankfully she had her own cubicle outside my office so I was able to get my work done.
A sharp pain blossomed between my eyes and I slipped off my glasses. I hadn't built up the usual drawer full of personal items I'd had at my last firm yet and pressed the intercom button on the phone. Emily picked up instantly.
"Emily," we were on a first name basis at her insistence, "do you have anything in your desk for a headache? I usually have some but I'm out at the moment."
"Sure, I'll be right in."
A few moments went by and there was a soft knock on my door.
"Come in." I called.
I hadn't seen her yet this morning since I'd arrived early and only had her check in by the intercom earlier. I stopped and stared as she entered, her dark hair was brushed to a bright gloss abd hung past her shoulders. Her lips were the color of a summer rose. She wore a white silk blouse cut low over a short wool skirt and silky looking black nylons, the package stood in a pair of shiny black heels. She closed the door behind her and walked towards my desk. I wasn't sure if she'd said anything but I came out of my daze with her holding a bottle of water and smaller bottle of pills next to it in one hand. She raised an eyebrow and set the water down within reach of me and opened the bottle.
"You know, I have a much better curative than these." She looked down at the bottle and set it on the edge of the desk out of reach.
"What's that?" I said flatly.
She walked back to the door and flipped the lock before walking back and coming around my desk.
"Push back." She said placing her hand on the arm of my chair and turning me to face her before kneeling in front of me.
"Miss Lucas..." I began to say as she reached for the fly of my slacks. This sort of thing didn't happen outside of those videos on the internet. Did it? "This is grounds for sexual harassment."
"If no party files a complaint, is it?" She dug through the fabric and pulled my stiffening cock free.
"Ye... yes. You're well aware that..." I stammered as she leaned forward and began licking the tip of my cock making it harden like a post in her hand. She sucked the tip and stroked the shaft.
"This is nice." She said. She stood suddenly and reached behind her waist and I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper. She looked me in the eye and licked her lips as it slid to the floor. Beneath she wore black lace panties over a garter with stockings. I felt my breathing getting faster and more shallow. She turned towards the desk and bent slowly pushing the panties down to her knees and spread her legs. Before me was the exquisite sight of a taught, tanned ass spread wide with a wet pink pussy beneath.
"It's much better than pills I assure you." She said looking back over her shoulder.
I was momentarily at a loss, but looking at the perfect sight in front of me didn't make me stop long to think. I stood up and stepped behind her and slipped my cock into her. We both let out soft moans as I sank into her. I unbuckled my pants and let them slide down my legs so I could get balls deep into her without leaving a mess on them. I leaned back and began stroking deeply into the tight silk smooth pussy. I concentrated on not going too fast and enjoying this moment as much as I possibly could. I pushed her blouse up and took her hips the lace of the garter belt in my hands as I plunged into her.
