My Employee's Girlfriend

Lunch time around the office was always a happy occasion; everyone got time to themselves to relax after a hard mornings work, the lunch truck pulled up to the building to bring everyone's meal's hot and ready to order, and there was just a general sense of comradery in the office when the workers knew they could be free, even if only for an hour. My favorite part of it however, was that my intern, David, sometimes had his pretty little girlfriend Carissa, bring him lunch from home; a treat for his taste buds and for my eyes, as I had never seen a young girl with such a pretty face before in all my years at the firm.

It was a bit of a tradition for me to stop what I was doing as soon as lunch time started. Mostly so that I could catch a glimpse of Carissa walking past my office. She only came a few times a month so most of the time it just ended in disappointment. But when she did come I knew I'd be in for a treat. From what I'd overheard while passing by the breakroom when David was with his coworkers, she was Chinese, 23 years old, and worked at some clothing store nearby. I'd definitely had a few fantasies involving her being bent over my desk. Of course I never acted upon them.

Some people would probably consider it immoral to lust after your employee's girlfriend. They clearly hadn't seen Carissa if they had come to that conclusion. If the opportunity ever presented itself I'm sure I'd jump at the chance to get with her.

It had been an especially long morning, I had spent the past four hours reading over submitted documents. I looked up from a particularly terrible report and did a double take, David's girlfriend was walking by my office wearing a tight purple dress. All of her curves were accentuated, her breasts were practically on display, and her smooth tan legs ran endlessly beneath her skirt. How could any red blooded man look away from her. I knew right then and there I had to have her today no matter what. I quickly got up and walked over to the door before calling out to her.

"Excuse me miss," I called out, hoping no one would notice.

She looked around confused before noticing me and walking over.

"Oh um, hello, did you need something sir?"

"I haven't seen you around my firm before, do you work here?" I asked.

She laughed and shook her head, "Oh no of course not, I just came to drop off lunch for my boyfriend David." She raised up her hand, showing me the bag of lunch.

"Ah yes, David..." I replied, glancing over at the back of his head. "Well I'm his boss, Matthew DeKalb, and you are?" I asked, extending my hand.

"Nice to meet you Mr. DeKalb, my name is Carissa Lee," she said smiling brightly as she shook my hand. "David speaks very highly of you."

"Please, call me Matthew," I replied back. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you and David been together?"

"We'll have been together four years tomorrow," she said cheerfully. "We met in college and we've been together ever since."

"Well isn't that sweet?" I took the chance to look her over once more. "You didn't dress up all nicely just to drop David's lunch off did you?" I added with a grin.

"What?" She looked down at her dress and began to turn red. "Oh yeah, I was planning on going out with some friends after dropping off David's lunch,"

"Well don't let me keep you waiting," I smiled walking back to my desk.

"It was nice meeting you Mr. Dekalb," she said politely.

"The pleasure was all mine," I said looking back down at the report. I looked up and saw her begin to walk away. "Oh Carissa, one last thing," I called.

"Yes?" she said, looking back at me confused.

"After you drop off his lunch could you come back to my office?" I asked. A pit formed in my stomach, my success hinged on her coming. "I know you have to go somewhere after but I'd really appreciate it if you dropped by real quick."

"Oh, um, sure?" she replied back. "I guess I could spare a few minutes, why?" She looked up at me. "Did something bad happen?" A hint of nervousness showing in her voice.

I laughed, "Nothing like that Carissa, I just wanted to have a quick word with you," Relief washed across her face. "Just don't tell David about it, alright?"

Carissa nodded, a look of confusion visible on her face. She glanced at me one last time before leaving my office. I bit my lip, watching her hips sway as she walked away.

I watched enviously as Carissa hugged David from behind, giving him a peck on the cheek. She leaned against his desk and began chatting with him, leaving the lunch beside his computer.

I waited nervously, if Carissa decided to tell David about our 'quick word' my plan was done for. She hugged him one last time and began to walk back. I quickly looked back down as if busy reading over the report.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, I glanced up, seeing Carissa standing at the doorway. I couldn't help but smile, I was one step closer to achieving my goal.

"I'm here Mr. DeKalb, what is it you wanted to talk about?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Yes Carissa...please take a seat, and make sure to close the door behind you," I watched as she walked in and closed the door before sitting down, her hands resting on her lap.

We sat in silence for a few seconds. I smiled at her sympathetically, enjoying the way she looked sitting in my office.

"The reason I asked you to drop by is because of David, more specifically his performance at work"

She smiled, not understanding what I was implying.

"Well let's just cut to the chase Carissa, your boyfriend is the absolute worst intern I have hired in the past year," I paused taking in her shocked expression before continuing. "He's always slacking off, always late, and he mocks me by turning in this sorry excuse of a report?" I said, holding it up for her to see.

"I don't understand..." she stammered, looking up at me shocked.

"Let me put it another way Carissa, I have a meeting with the partners tomorrow and the chances of your boyfriend being here next week are very low," I paused, letting my words sink in. Her once calm demeanor had changed into one of nervousness. She looked down at the ground and then back at me.

"This doesn't make any sense..." she said. "David would have told me if something was wrong at work,"

"And what would he have told you?" She began to talk but I pushed further, interrupting her. "That he's terrible at his job, that he doesn't get any work done when he's here?"

Carissa parted her lips as if to reply back but stopped. I could see the confusion at this revelation, trying to comprehend what was happening. I knew I had to press her even further, I had to make her doubt what she thought about David.

"I know if I discuss this with David he'll begin to shape up, he'll be a completely new employee," she said, a glint of confidence in her eyes. "Just give him a second chance Mr. DeKalb, you won't regret it."

I sighed. "Carissa I've already given David a second chance, he's just not cut out for this line of work,"

I watched with grim satisfaction as the hopeful expression on her innocent face vanished. I took a deep breath and shifted a few papers around on my desk.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" she asked. "Why not just tell David instead?"

"I'm telling you all of this so that you can tell David that he shouldn't bother showing up tomorrow," I continued. "We wouldn't want to embarrass him in front of his coworkers," I glanced at the door to make sure it was still closed.

"The way I see it I'm losing money," I pulled out a paper and began to write on it. "And for what? I'm not gaining anything by having him around," I paused. Carissa looked crestfallen as she tried to come to terms with this information. I was sure whatever image she had of her boyfriend had to be tainted.

"Mr. DeKa...Matthew there has to be something David can do to avoid being fired."

I admired her spirit, if I actually intended to fire David I'm sure I'd have reconsidered solely due to her.

Of course none of the things I had said to her were true. If anything David was the most likely intern to become a full time employee at the firm. He was my hardest worker, a bit of a kiss ass, but that didn't matter to me as long as he finished his work. Heck the report I showed her wasn't even his, of course Carissa didn't need to know that.

"David? No that ship has sailed long ago, nothing he can do can stop me from firing him," I was close. "You on the other hand Carissa, might have the ability to make me reconsider." I put down my pen and put my hands together on the desk.

"I don't understand, what do I have to do with helping David keep his job?" she replied quickly.

I could tell she was still confused by my words. I had to approach this carefully, the last thing I needed was to get sued for sexual harassment or blackmail. I'd be fired immediately and blacklisted from every major firm in the city. Worst of all, I'd never get another chance to get into Carissa's pants. I had to avoid explicitly telling her what I wanted if I could.

I gazed down at my desk, sliding my hand along the edge.

"You know Carissa, I saw this desk a few years back before I became the head of this division, I was still an intern at the time just like David is now," I tapped the desk lightly. "Mahogany, even then I knew if I became the boss this was the desk I'd want," I stopped tapping. "I'm glad I made that decision back then, it really is a beautiful desk, lots of room," I added. "I'm sure even I'd be able to fit under it comfortably if I wanted." I let my words linger before looking back up at her.

I could see the gears turning in her head, soaking in what I said. I took the opportunity to take her appearance in hungrily.

The smooth tan skin of her breasts pushing against her purple dress was inviting. Her dark brown hair was done in curls that framed her pretty face. Her eyebrows were knit deep in thought and her slightly parted lips appeared so soft. I could feel myself grow hard in anticipation.

I saw her eyes trail down to the desk, widening at the realization of what I was implying. I met her gaze as they came back up, full of turmoil. I leaned back in my chair, careful not to show any expression. My heart beat quickly, if she got up and walked out that door my plan would backfire horribly.

After an agonizing thirty seconds she shifted in her seat.

"If..." She paused looking back at the door nervously. "If I help you reconsider your decision can you assure me that David will keep his job?"

"Of course, you have my word" I replied back quickly. "David will not be let go from the firm, as long as what you said about encouraging him to work harder remains true,"

"And you won't tell him or anyone else about the conversation we're having?" she added quietly.

I couldn't help but grin. I never planned on telling anyone but I was glad Carissa was on the same page as me. She wanted to keep this a secret from David. Our dirty little secret.

"Don't worry, I won't tell a soul about what we discuss here today," I reassured her.

"Shake on it Matthew," she said, cautiously extending her hand out to me.

"I'm a man of my word Carissa," I reached out and gripped her hand firmly, noticing how soft it felt in my hand. I pulled away before resting back into my chair again. "Now how do you plan on convincing me?"

I watched as Carissa closed her eyes for a moment before getting up. She glanced at the door one last time, clearly having second thoughts. If she called my bluff it would all be over. A few agonizing seconds later she turned away from the door towards me, a determined expression on her face.

She walked around to my side of the desk, clearly nervous. I turned to face her and smiled reassuringly before spreading my legs slightly. The tent in my slacks was extremely noticeable. She observed it for a moment before sinking onto her knees in between my legs. I felt her hands slide up my slacks toward my belt. My cock throbbed as her hand slid across my tent.

The sound of my belt jingling rang throughout my office as she unfastened it. Followed quickly by her undoing my jeans and finally pulling down the zipper.

Now that I knew she'd go through with this, I felt it safe to speak.

"I think it'd be better if you went underneath my desk Carissa," I croaked, surprised by how quiet my voice was. She looked up alarmed by the sound of my voice.

"Why?" she said, clearly suspicious of me.

"There isn't a lock on my door, if someone were to walk in right now they'd see the top of your head."

"Won't they see my legs anyway if I'm under your desk?" she replied, glancing at me with worry.

"Well no, the desk goes all the way down to the floor," I motioned underneath the desk and smiled softly. "I just don't want you to get caught Carissa that's all."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression before crawling underneath my desk. I turned back to face the door and pushed my chair back a bit so I could see her face. If anyone were to walk in now all they'd see is me sitting down, albeit happier than usual.

I felt her tug at my slacks to pull them down. I helped her out, letting them fall in a pile around my feet. The tent in my boxers was throbbing at this point. Her fingers grasped lightly at the hem of my boxers, yanking them down, where they quickly joined my slacks.

My cock finally sprung free into the cool air. I leaned back to enjoy the expression of surprise on Carissa's face. I could feel her warm breath against me. I waited patiently, watching as she slowly reached out. Her soft fingers cautiously wrapped around my length. I throbbed in her hand, letting her know I was enjoying her touch. She began to stroke my cock at an agonizingly slow pace. I bucked my hips slightly to show her how much I needed this.

As Carissa leaned in, looking up at me with those pretty innocent eyes, I knew I had won. My employee's girlfriend was about to give me a blowjob.

I felt her tongue flick at the head of my cock, trailing down to the base before coming back up. I put my hand on her head, grunting softly as she began to lap at me. She looked up at me with an odd expression.

"Don't mess up my hair, I still need to look presentable when I leave the office," she mumbled. Her tongue swirled around my tip, eliciting a gasp from me.

I gave a quick nod, "Of course not." I kept my hand there, unsure of whether or not I'd be able to keep that promise.

Drops of precum began to dribble out, she quickly lapped at the tip in response. Everytime that velvety tongue swept across me, my length twitched back against her, showing her exactly how riled up I was for her.

She pulled away from me, looking up at me innocently as if to see my reaction. I couldn't help but watch with rapt attention as Carissa leans forward, kissing the head of my cock, letting it slip past her soft lips. My aching length happy to make itself at home in her warm, wet mouth.

"Fuck Carissa..." I murmured, my fingers instinctively running through her soft hair. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile as she pulled away. It didn't take too long before she took me in her mouth once more.

I leaned back in my chair while she bobbed up and down along my cock. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I do nothing to hide the pleasure on my face from the slow movement of her lips. Shamelessly letting her see every ounce of bliss in my expression as we cross a line we can't come back from.

She rested her hands on my thighs, continuing her slow methodical bobbing. I couldn't believe David chose to work overtime when he had someone like Carissa waiting for him at home. I was surprised he didn't spend all his free time with her. Probably why she was underneath my desk and not with him.

My eyes trailed down to her breasts, threatening to spill out from beneath her tight dress. Half expecting her to stop me, I reach down and hook my fingers on one of the thin straps. I gently pulled it off her shoulder. Carissa met my gaze and rolled her eyes at me before pulling off the other strap. My cock throbbed in her mouth, finally seeing those big soft tits freed from her dress.

"I could get used to this..." I mumbled offhandedly. A relaxed sigh escaped my lips as I played with her hair once more. My free hand kneaded softly at her breast. Nothing else mattered to me at the moment, I was in heaven.

The sound of knocking at the door pulled me back to reality. I had just enough time to scoot forward when none other than David walked in.

"Mr. Dekalb do you have a moment?" he asked.

"Hey, yeah what's up?" I stammered.

"I just wanted to know if you'd seen my girlfriend, I think Daniel said he saw her go to your office?"

I could hardly concentrate on what David was saying. Carissa still hadn't stopped her assault on my cock. I felt her tongue slide up and down along my shaft before engulfing it in her warm mouth once more.

"Oh yes, Carissa was it?" I replied back. "She came by earlier to ask if you were working this weekend,"

I felt Carissa pull away from me, quickly letting go of my cock as if finally realizing her boyfriend was in the room.

"Ah I see, well thanks anyway," he said, a look of disappointment on his face. "Sorry if she bothered you."

"It's okay David, no worries" I laughed. "Your girlfriend was very polite, pretty too." I added as an afterthought.

I reached down and gently pushed down on Carissa's head, feeling her soft lips press against my cock once more. I felt a bit of resistance from her, clearly unwilling to continue in front of her boyfriend. I ran my fingers through her soft hair, pushing a little more firmly. I smiled as I slipped past her lips, her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock. I let go of her hair, deciding not to push any further.

A gasp escaped my lips as Carissa continued on her own, taking me all the way down her throat.

"Thanks for the compliment Mr. DeKalb," David said, clearly unaware of his girlfriend deep throating my cock. "I really am lucky to have her."

"Well I have a lot of paperwork to get through David." I gave him a smile and nodded towards the door. I shifted a few papers around on my desk.

"Yes of course sir don't let me keep you," he replied quickly.

I heard the door close and let out a sigh. My hand opened and closed in Carissa's hair, gently toying with it as she blew me. I leaned back, watching in awe at the way she threw her head back and forth. Her face was bright red, clearly embarrassed by how all it took was a little push to make her suck my cock in front of David. I knew I was close, my cock began throbbing wildly in her mouth.

"Carissa, I'm going to cum soon..." I gasped.

I felt her begin to bob as fast as she could in response. Her warm wet mouth moved in sync with her soft hand. Every time she came back up, her tongue would swirl around my tip, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Those big innocent eyes looked up at me expectantly, pushing me over the edge. My hand instinctively tightened in her hair. I felt her pull away from me, my mind going blank from pleasure. Carissa stuck her tongue out for me as I began to cum.

Rope after rope of my hot cum splattered across her pretty face, some of it splashing onto her big soft tits. After what felt like hours I stopped.

I breathed heavily, my hand loosening its grip on her hair. I looked down at Carissa, her tongue was lapping the head of my cock clean, my cum dripping down onto her breasts. There was no reason I could think of for her to put that much effort into giving me a blowjob. Especially the way she let me cum on her face. I could feel myself becoming addicted to her.

"That was amazing," I murmured, reaching across the desk to hand her a tissue box.

"Did that help you reconsider firing David?"

I grinned down at her, "It did, don't worry Carissa, your boyfriend will keep his job," I said.