Sam lifted Janie to the floor then took her hand and led her down the vacant hall to the conference room.
"Impressive." Janie sighed as Sam opened the double doors.
The walls had floor to ceiling windows on two sides, giving an unobstructed view of downtown. Several portraits of past owners lined the walls. A small bar had been set up in the back to offer refreshments during those long meetings Sam had often complained about. But what held her attention was the long mahogany table in the center of the room.
"Why thank you." Sam said with a laugh.
"So, that's the table." Janie said, removing her clothing as she walked closer to it.
"The very one."
Sam had told her several times about his fantasy of fucking her on the conference room table.
Janie let go of his hand and moved to stand at the end of the table. She ran her fingertips over the cool surface.
"Sam."
"Yes Janie."
"Fuck me."
Janie watched Sam stalk toward her. He had kicked off his shoes, slacks and boxers and his shirt now hung open over his chest. His cock bounced with every step he took.
He stopped inches from touching her. His tall frame towered over her. She loved how tall he was. Loved that she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. She felt him lift his hand and gently touch her cheek. He lowered his head slowly and brushed his lips over hers. They parted on a sigh and Sam swept his tongue inside. Their tongues met and dueled. Janie lifted her hands and smoothed her hands up his stomach, his chest and to his shoulders, pushing his shirt to the floor.
Suddenly Sam spun her around and pushed her face down over the table. He rubbed his palms over her smooth back, his cock pressed against her ass cheeks. He leaned over her, his lips kissed her back, her neck. He tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her head back.
"I've wanted to fuck you like this for a long time." He said roughly against her ear.
"Please." She said on a whisper.
Sam took her hands and placed them on the table beside her head.
"Don't move."
He then knelt behind her. Her ass was now level with his face. With his mouth. He ran his hands up her calves, the backs of her thighs until he was rubbing her ass. He leaned close and kissed each cheek. He heard her moan and kissed them again.
"Sam...."
"Easy Janie." He soothed, knowing what she wanted. What they both wanted.
Slowly he spread her cheeks revealing her puckered pink hole. Again he leaned in close and swiped his tongue over it. She bucked against the table.
"Tell me Janie. I need to hear you tell me."
"Fuck me Sam. Fuck my ass. Fill me with your cum."
Sam growled and shoved his face tight against her ass. He licked and sucked at her pink hole, relishing in the sounds of desire she made. Using his hands, he spread her legs wider, giving him access to her wet pussy. He licked and sucked at her soaked hole. His tongue slid deep, finding her swollen clit and flicking furiously.
"Sam...oh Sam please!"
Sam had his face so buried he could only growl. The vibrations were enough to send her over the edge and Janie cried out as she came, soaking his face. Sam continued to lick and suck until Janie fell limply on the table. He licked her sensitive clit a few more times then stood up behind her.
"Enjoy that baby?" He asked, his hands once again rubbing her back.
"Hmmmm."
Sam laughed.
"You taste delicious Janie. I could eat your sweet pussy for hours."
"Sam." She breathed.
"But now, I want to fuck it. I want to feel your wet walls surround my hard cock."
