Pritti gripped the edge of the desk with both hands and bit her lip. She closed her eyes and grunted softly as Devon's cock bottomed out in her sopping wet pussy. She gripped the desk harder making her knuckles turn white and looked over her shoulder at him as he thrust into her time and again. She sighed and closed her eyes once more as she felt the tingling begin in her loins. The more he drove into her the wider the tingling spread working its way through her belly and up into her chest. Her neck flushed with excitement and then she felt her orgasm explode behind her eyes.
Devon felt her vagina contract as she came and smiled to himself. He felt the tremors traveling through her with his hands which were firmly grasping her heart-shaped bum. He closed his own eyes as his climax approached and slowed his pace a little to savor the sensation.
He reopened his eyes and stared with relish as slid his penis back and forth inside her. Just watching was bringing him closer and he sighed heavily as she placed a hand on his bare thigh. He pushed against her and held himself still, forcing his feet further forward and her feet further apart. He gasped and then his semen shot into her in a hot jet. His knees buckled and he gripped her a little harder to prevent himself from falling over.
She gave a little whimper and wriggled her bum as his sperm emptied into her channel. Then he withdrew with a gasp and leaned his buttocks against the desk beside her.
"Wow!" he said breathlessly.
Pritti grinned in response and then allowed her calf-length skirt to fall back into place. She didn't need to bend and pick up her panties because, by mutual agreement, she had stopped wearing panties to work almost two weeks ago. For decorum's sake she had typically worn a loose camisole under her blouses, but her bras she left at home along with her panties. And now for the eleventh day in a row, the two of them had fucked each other silly in his office, even on weekends when they could have gone to either one of their homes. The thrill of having sex at work was both uncontrollable and irresistible.
Although they knew that to get caught was likely the end of both their jobs they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other, even when they had fucked for hours the evening before.
Amazingly no one else in the office seemed to be aware of their trysts. Perhaps it was because his office was located in a different part of the building than everyone else's. It may have been the fact that, even when deep in the throes of passion they had remained remarkably quiet, neither of them groaning or moaning too loudly while they fucked. Mostly, they reasoned, it was just luck.
No one had come looking for either of them while they were groping each other and no one had approached his office door during those times. Consequently it appeared that their relationship was as clandestine as they both knew it needed to be.
"When you've recovered," she said playfully, "perhaps we can get back to work."
Devon frowned and gave her a sidelong look.
"Excuse me," he said with mock severity, "but I was fully prepared to work before you came traipsing in here with that delicious ass of yours."
She headed for the door and shoved her ass out toward him before leaving the room, shaking it suggestively before turning toward her desk down the hall.
"You know where to find me when you want to do something productive," she called back to him with a slight laugh.
Devon smirked and then sat at his desk to look over the budget forecasts for the coming year.
What really impressed him was how the two of them managed to get any work done at all. In reality, their productivity was well beyond expectations and twice he had been congratulated by George Moore, his supervisor and the general manager of the company.
Not only had they been able to deliver the year end reports on time but they had compiled data from the previous five years to show how the company was trending. That was something that previous HR managers had never done. The entire management group had been amazed at the conclusion of his presentation and George had positively glowed in having chosen him for the job.
Now as he worked on the forecasts he was surprised by George who poked his head through the doorway.
"Hey Devon," he said with a smile. "I'm taking off for the rest of the day and I won't be in until next Monday, so you're in charge again."
"Oh," he replied, "really? Where to this time?"
"Chicago," he said with distaste. "Their budget reports are late. Again! If you keep this up, I'll be sending you around to put these types of fires out."
Devon grinned in response and shrugged.
"Well, I'm off," George said.
He slapped the doorframe once and then turned and was gone.
Devon returned his attention to his forecasts when Pritti interrupted him.
"George has left another gift for you," she said while placing a thick manila folder on the corner of his desk.
Devon looked up to thank her and noticed something about her.
"You look different," he said, creasing his brows together.
"Really?" she said noncommittally.
"Yes," he said with a frown. "Did you change your blouse?"
"No," she said while hiding a grin.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at her.
"I don't know," he said suspiciously. "You look different somehow."
