I've started my new job, and except for the occasional business trip on which I accompany Teresa and am required to fuck her as part of my duties, our clandestine office affair has been going on for a while now. Each morning I call you into my office, we chat a little about the day's activities, but always at some point, I quietly shut my office door and on cue you rise out of your chair and approach my desk. We have a certain routine down pat: if you're wearing a skirt, I ask you to raise it so I can see if you're wearing any panties. You know that if you come to work wearing a skirt and no panties, you'll be rewarded by a seat on my desk, reclining, spreading your legs, and having me bury my face in your pussy.
I place one hand on either of your thighs and part your legs, as you rest your heels on my shoulders. You lie flat on your back, excited by my approaching tongue as I lick the insides of your thighs and gently kiss your pussy mound, my chin just grazing your clit. You begin to squirm in anticipation, and as I kiss your lips tenderly, I can feel their moisture on my lips. I turn my head sideways and begin to kiss your pussy a little more deeply and eventually French kiss your pussy, driving my tongue inside of you. You push back against my exploring tongue. I feel your hips gyrate with my face and tongue and begin to work up your pussy until I find your clit, plump, tender, ready to be licked and sucked. You reach down and pull back your hood and my tongue flutters like a butterfly on a flower bud until you cum for me.
Then I stand up, unzip my trousers, and take my cock out of my fly, lying it down across your sensitive, sopping wet pussy. I know you want it inside of you, but before I'm willing to fuck you, I want to see your tits. You lift your shirt up to your shoulders, and I reach forward and pull the cups of your bra down and your ripe tits fall out. I whisper to you, "Good girl," and slip my cock inside of you with one, slow stroke, your beautiful pussy giving way to the solidity of my prick. I lean forward to suck on your nipples.
My cock is bursting and has been erect all morning waiting for our daily conference. Neither of us wants to be caught so we know we have to fuck fast and hard and cum quickly. I start to pound your pussy furiously. As I fuck you, I tell you how I've been thinking about you since you left the office last night, how much my cock yearns to be deep inside of you, how perfect it feels when we're entwined, how gorgeous you look jiggling and bouncing underneath me. You wrap your legs around me, I pin your wrists on to the desk and lean over you. I can feel your labored breathing in my ear. I know you're ready to cum, and so am I. I whisper to you, "I'm about to burst and I want us cum together," and you nod your head. My cock erupts inside of you as you moan in ecstasy, cumming in my arms as my jizz fills you.
Then there are those days when you wear slacks to the office. Of course, we have to have our morning meeting. When the time is right, I motion to you to close the door. You do as I request and come around to my side of the desk. I turn my desk chair toward you as you approach, and you kneel down between my thighs. Your hands work my zipper and slip into my fly, untangling my erect cock from my boxer shorts and trousers, pulling it out and caressing it at the same time. I lean forward and lift your shirt over your head, your arms raised in the air. I squeeze your supple tits while their still encased in your lacey bra, running my thumbs over where your nipples start to protrude. Then, I reach around and unsnap your bra, taking it off of your shoulders and arms. I cup your big tits in the palms of my hands and knead them as you continue to stroke my cock. When I'm ready, I lean back in your chair and your head dips forward, your mouth encircles my prick and you start to draw it into you. I can hear you as you slurp my prick, your one hand cupping my heavy balls, your other hand on my thigh. I want to watch, so I gather your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face, holding you by your hair as your head bobs up and down rhythmically. I whisper to you, "Put it between your tits."
You sit up on your knees and dangle your beautiful tits so that my cock is in your cleavage. You're resting your hands on my thighs, looking up into my eyes, as you sway side to side so that your soft tits collide with my cock. I take my cock in my hand and rub it against your erect nipples and then push it forward until it's wedged firmly in your cleavage. You immediately squeeze your tits together around my cock and start to bounce up and down on my cock. Once again, I hold your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face. You ask me, "Are these tits as nice as my pussy?" I shake my head no. You lean forward and with one motion take my cock in your mouth and deepthroat me, immediately taking my cock back out and wrapping your tits back around it. Once again, you ask me, "Is my mouth as good as my pussy?" I shake my head again. You ask, "Do you want to fuck me now?"
I tell you, "No, today is about you servicing me, so get to work on that cock." Your lips wrap around my prick again and my hips start to buck. You know I'm about to cum...
Most people in our office are aware that we've been fucking on a regular basis even if they don't know that we've been playing every morning in my office. I still service Teresa regularly, occasionally with the rest of the VP's at the same time, and as long as she gets hers, she doesn't mind who else I do. I've taken you on a few business trips and you've been the perfect administrative assistant: incredibly efficient during the day, charming company at dinner, and an absolutely insatiable whore at night.
I have some clients coming to town today and, after meeting with them, I take the clients to dinner. You're upset that I'm going to miss the office happy hour/going away party for one of the staff, but I promise to make it up to you the following morning. I don't know who's surprised more when I drop by the office after the client dinner to find you fucking the summer intern on the conference room table. At least you've had the courtesy of not fucking him on my desk. He looks terrified when I enter, expecting to get fired, but I tell him he should continue what he's doing. He starts to stammer that the two of you have just started and should probably just stop, but I insist. Plus, I can see as you lie on the conference room table that your beautiful pussy is dripping wet. I tell the intern, "Look at her, Andrew, she's spread, soaking, and waiting for you. Go ahead and fuck her the way she needs to be fucked."
Overall, I'm surprised. Mostly because I thought you liked slightly older, more experienced men. Whenever we took our business trips together, we'd talk about whom you'd like to take back for a threesome and it always seemed to be the most senior person, never the juniors about your age. You have, however, chosen well, Andrew has a slightly larger than average cock, and he's certainly good looking. I can see you gasp as he plunges his big prick inside of you. You turn to look at me as he starts to pump you. "That's okay," I tell you, "lean back and enjoy it, Jessica."
