"Hello, Nicole. What can I do for you?"
"Hi, Mr. Jones. I'm taking Carol's place today. Here's last week's report."
The pretty, twenty five year old brunette handed a thin stack of papers to the corporate vice president. She appreciated his smile, but would have valued a look in the eyes even more. As usual, Kevin Jones was only aware that the top of her blouse gave him a fleeting glance at her abundant breasts.
Nicole hated Kevin. Sort of. Yes, he was an egotistical, sexist, maybe even perverted, forty five year old man. But, God, he was handsome and broad-shouldered and, well, hung like a horse.
Nicole had worked for the company for eleven months. She'd fucked Kevin Jones nine times; no, make that ten. There was the incident in the parking garage when he asked her to work late.
Had she ever received anything in the form of compensation other than his substantial cock time and again drilling her until she came so hard she was turned inside out? Not once.
And she was getting annoyed.
"Thanks, Nicole. You look especially fine today."
She grinned. "Thank you. I'm glad you approve. Hey, while I'm here, I wondered if we could talk about something."
Kevin's stomach tightened. "Sure. What?"
"Next month is my one year anniversary here," she said. "I'm ready for a new challenge. A promotion, if you know of anything that's open."
A rush of relief burst through the VP's muscular frame, as well as a multitude of possibilities. "There might be. I'd have to think about it," he said. "Why don't you come back at noon, after Helen is gone, and we can talk."
Nicole despised his mole-like secretary as much as Kevin did. Helen was a meddlesome, vindictive old woman who only had her job because she was the president's sister-in-law. You could set your watch by Helen leaving her desk at noon and not a second later.
"OK," Nicole replied, already suspicious of Kevin's timing. "Should I bring anything?"
His eyes were locked hard on her ass as she walked towards the door. "Uh, no."
Nicole always debated with herself as to what persona she should exhibit at work. She had a college degree. She was not stupid. But her physical assets were not to be discarded, either. To that end, she was known for wearing clothes considered totally inappropriate by Helen, but only mildly out of place by others. On this day, knowing she might meet with Kevin, she chose a sheer blouse and short, tight skirt. So the debate raged on: depend on her education and wait forever, or use her body and risk the wrath of other women in the company while she advanced.
Nicole didn't need much in the way of a hair stylist or makeup artist. Her brunette hair was short, naturally wavy, and extremely sexy with the simplest cut. Her tan complexion and fascinating eyes didn't need much help. Her hourglass figure required minimum maintenance.
Thus, she entered Kevin's office at one minute past noon...and locked the door behind her.
"I know this will be hard for you Kevin, but I'd like this to be a serious discussion," Nicole said as she sauntered toward a chair.
"Then why did you lock the door?"
"Because I know you."
She sat down and Kevin took in every inch of her exposed thighs. Nicole leisurely crossed her legs and tugged on her little skirt.
"So you want a promotion," he said, leaning back in his massive chair and putting his hands behind his head. "Justify it, Nicole."
"Well, I've completed every single assignment given to me on time, or early," she said. "I've volunteered for..."
And Nicole went on for two or three minutes listing significant accomplishments during the past year. Kevin listened intently, or at least he appeared to.
When she was finished, he hesitated, sighed deeply, and slid off his chair. He walked around his desk to where Nicole sat. She watched him vanish briefly behind her. Then his hands were on her shoulders.
"Nicole. Nicole. Nicole," he said, starting a tender massage. "All those things are in your job description. You've proven to be a competent employee who meets all expectations."
She could feel her blood pressure rising. "Competent? You fuck me while tossing me around like a rag doll and I'm just 'competent'? Apparently I'm a little more 'competent' than that teenager you call a girlfriend."
"She's twenty three, Nicole. And I'm not sure maligning your boss' girlfriend is good for career advancement," Kevin said calmly.
"What more do I have to do!?"
Kevin slid his hands down Nicole's neck and inside the collar of her blouse. Her angst mixed with stimulation and her pulse rate soared. She felt his fingers slide along the straps of her bra towards her breast.
Nicole nearly jumped out of her chair, with Kevin removing his hands just in time.
"Quit it, Kevin. You're a pig!"
She spun to face him and attempted a slap. He caught it easily and pushed her backwards. Nicole stumbled sideways and used one hand to prop herself against his desk. Kevin was upon her before she could react.
Kevin turned her so she faced the desk and he wrapped his arms around her body. His fingers clutched at the buttons of her blouse and popped them open in no particular order. Nicole struggled with louder and louder whimpers as her bra-covered tits were exposed. Kevin yanked the blouse out of her skirt and hurriedly unhooked her bra, applying enough pressure with his lower body to keep her from turning around.
His hands were back on her tits, pushing the bra aside and kneading the skin roughly. He pulled on the nipples and Nicole whined.
"Stop it, Kevin!"
"I'm going to give you your usual choice, Nicole," he said, panting. "Take off your panties or let me rip them off."
"Not this time, you asshole!"
Kevin rolled the nipples between his fingers and pressed his rigid cock against her ass. She felt the familiar shudders flow down to her pussy. She felt the thick cock in her crack.
"Do it!" he demanded.
One of his hands moved between her legs and pulled on her silk panties, seeking out her pussy at the same time. A couple fingers slid under the fabric and tried to invade her cunt.
Then Nicole did it. Like clockwork, she pulled on the panties. Kevin backed away and watched her slide them off before tossing them aside. He pushed her against the desk once more and lifted the skirt. Her beautiful bare ass was staring back at him.
As he pulled out his cock, he said to her, "THIS will get you more promotions than anything else you do, Nicole. Don't ever forget that."
He spread her legs with his hands and pulled back on her hips. He didn't need to wonder what it would feel like. He already knew she had the tightest cunt he'd ever felt. She would be wet and warm. Her muscles would envelop his cock and work on it the entire time they fucked. He was never disappointed.
"At least give me an office," she said.
Before answering, he thrust into her and exhaled a deep groan. Nicole muffled her cries the best she could, but she, too, knew what to expect. He was huge. He was wonderful. And they would cum in torrents.
"Which one?" Kevin puffed.
He pulled on her bra and blouse until her tits were easily accessible. Their bodies smacked together in a constant rhythm and their moans combined into one steady stream of noise. Nicole leaned on the desk, shoving her ass back at Kevin. He pounded her harder and faster.
"The one Wilson is scheduled to move into," Nicole gasped.
It rarely took very long for them to cum. They'd never really made love. They fucked. And their orgasms were long and loud. Nicole's feet were nearly off the ground by the time they were done. She rested on the desk and heard Kevin's zipper. Nicole pushed her skirt down.
