"Miss Kelley?" You said as you slowly pushed my office door open. Your short black hair, recently cut, framed your face and your strong jawline tensed as you saw me.
I was leaning across my desk trying to stop a pen from rolling off the edge. My breasts were spilling out of my pink v-neck cashmere sweater. I looked up innocently and met your deep blue eyes and smiled, not bothering to move or attempt to cover my breasts. My pussy twitched as your gaze drifted to my tits.
"Can I help you Mr. Porter?" I asked.
You shut my office door behind you and smiled, "Mr. Jenkins shared the reports you did for him with me. He said your work was nice and, um, tight."
My heart pounded as I recalled the events of last Friday night. Mr. Jenkins had given me an impossible task and I'd stayed much later than normal. That had been his plan. After months of flirting and teasing, he'd finally given into his temptations. He'd surprised me in the parking garage and fucked my brains out. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed at the lack of reports he'd assigned me this week. He'd barely even acknowledged me. I was beginning to wonder if my tongue and pussy had left him down. But, hearing Mr. Porter tell me you'd been pleased with my work, I beamed with pride.
"Yes," I answered slowly and looked around my office nervously. As the newest trial lawyer on the staff, my office was minimalistic and had no windows. I was convinced it had once been a broom closet. I stood up and didn't bother to adjust my breasts, one of which had managed to slip completely out of my bra. My nipple pointed right at you. I took a strand of my long brown hair in between my fingers and started twisting it in my hands.
"I rather enjoyed his large reports. But, judging by that," I said and nodded towards his hard cock begging to be released from his slacks, "I think I may enjoy your much larger reports even more."
You took a step back and turned the lock on my door. It clicked loudly and blood rushed through my veins. My cheeks flushed and my pussy walls tightened. Then you looked at me, taking in all of me with your blue eyes. You were much younger than Mr. Jenkins and had just made partner last year. Your suits fit you well and highlighted the muscles from years of playing college football. If Mr. Jenkins made me wet, you drowned me. I closed my eyes for a moment, just thinking about your hard, hot cock nearly sent me over the edge. I had to see it.
"I have at least 10 pages for you to review," you smirked. Looking at the size of the bulge, I didn't doubt it. I bet your girth as even more impressive.
"May I see all 10 inches, I mean pages, please?" I asked. My mouth went dry as my cunt became even more soaked. I cursed myself for not wearing a skirt today. If I had, I'd have hiked it up right then and there and mount you. My slim cut black trousers were tight and hugged all the right curves. I'd opted for five inch pumps today, so when you quickly stepped around my desk, you only had to lean down a little to kiss me.
Mr. Jenkins hadn't bothered with foreplay, but as you hungrily placed your lips on mine and forced your tongue into my mouth, I knew this encounter would be entirely different and I was eager to get things started.
"Mr. Porter," I said breathlessly as you moved your lips down my neck and onto my breasts. I gasped as you took my nipple in your mouth and bit down. Your tongue played with my nipple as you started to suck. "Mr. Porter?"
"Miss Kelley?" You asked, your breath hot on my tit.
"Your tongue would feel amazing on my cunt," I whispered through gritted teeth. Mr. Jenkins had called the shots last week, and I'd let him. But, you seemed more open to me making my own demands. "It's wet and waiting."
You didn't hesitate. You shoved the stack of papers off my desk and reached down to unbutton my slacks. As you pulled them down, your face lit up when you found my bare, freshly waxed pussy. My pants were too tight for panties and the seam had been rubbing my clit all day.
"Oh, Miss Kelley," you groaned. You pulled my pants all the way off and ran your hands over my smooth skin. Your fingers toyed with my clit and then pulled my lips open. Cum dripped from my cunt. "You look deliciously wet."
I opened my legs wider and you knelt in front of me. Slowly, so slowly, you inserted you fingers into my hole and started working your thumb over my clit. Each movement was slow and deliberate. You sighed loudly and you moved your face in between my toned, tanned legs. I could see you five o'clock shadow on your cheeks and chin and knew the rough stubble would feel even more amazing than your fingers. Your thumb moved away from my clit, but your fingers maintained their slow pace as they worked in and out of my cunt.
