I walked into the office kitchen to find Kitty sitting cross-legged on the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand.

She was looking at something on her phone, completely entranced.

I coughed, and her posture went rigid. She straightened her legs, but that didn’t keep me from catching a glimpse of her plain white panties beneath her plaid dress. A grown woman, Kitty still dressed like a schoolgirl half the time. Plaid dress, knee-high white socks, red leather Mary Janes. She often wore her dyed black hair in pigtails and sported a choker around her neck more days than not. She was a genius assistant, though, and I’d seen her looking at me with interest more than once.

“Oh, jeesh! I’m sorry. I thought I was the only one left here. I was taking a break before finishing up the boxes that are going to storage.”

I shook my head and moved toward the coffee machine. She had rearranged her posture but was still perched on the countertop. I poured a cup of coffee and grimaced. “I wonder how old this is.”

“Not old. I made it only a half hour ago because I was running low. I guess I should — ”

She scooted forward, but I put a hand out to stop her progress. “You stay there and take your break.”

I watched her swallow hard, so hard something in her throat clicked. I smiled. I liked making her flustered.

“I figured you’d be going home to the missus by now,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Nope. She has a date tonight.”

Kitty’s eyebrows shot up so fast I couldn’t help but laugh.

“A date?”

I nodded. “A date. We have an arrangement. We’re happily married, but we both like to have a little something extra on the side.” I took a finger and dragged it from above her knee sock to the hem of her dress. Then I stopped, letting my finger linger.

“You do?”

“We do.”

“Oh.”

“Kitty?”

Her big brown eyes were wide. Her gaze met mine, and I saw her shift restlessly where she sat.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to be my thing on the side for a while?”

Her breath hitched, and I had to chew the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. She looked so startled and innocent and… horny.

“You don’t think that would be a conflict of interest?”

I shrugged. My fingers stayed put, pressing gently against her soft skin. “That depends. Can you separate sex from a relationship? Can you continue to be my kick-ass assistant while getting fucked so thoroughly your knees might buckle? Can you be my side project and my main help in the office? It’s all up to you.”

She shifted so as to bring more of her skin in contact with my skin. “I think I can do all that.”

“Be sure,” I said. Then I did slip my finger an inch farther up her leg so that my fingernail disappeared from view beneath her dress. “Because I’d hate to lose you and your help.”

She struggled to take a deep breath, and I smiled at her. “But I sure would like to know what that sweet pussy tastes like.”

She made a soft little sound of distress. I moved my finger up a little higher.

“And I’d sure love to know what it feels like squeezing my dick when you come.”

She nodded so fast and hard her pigtails bobbed. “I can. I can do it all. I can still be your assistant. And yes. I want to be your something on the side. I — ”

I cut her off with a kiss. It was long and slow, and I played my tongue over hers lazily. I slipped my hand beneath her dress and traced the outline of her pussy lips through her thin cotton panties. No one wore thin cotton panties anymore. They drove me nuts.

She sucked my tongue, and a thrill rolled through me. My stiffening cock became hard as stone, and I moved forward, pushing her thighs apart. I grabbed her ass and hauled her to the lip of the counter so I could deepen the kiss and feel the warmth of her sex press against my erection.

I broke the kiss and stared at her. “Dress off.”

She tugged the plaid dress over her head and tossed it on a nearby table. I took off her bra and tossed that, too. When she reached for her panties, I shook my head. “Leave those on. At least for now.” I bent and removed her shoes and placed them on the floor. Then I dragged my finger along the seam of one white sock. “Leave these on, too.”

She nodded. I took her hands and helped her down. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” Then I slipped a finger beneath her choker and stroked her skin.

Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, and then she got on her knees, folded arms clasped behind her back — just above her simple panties. I thought my cock would snap off as I hauled it out of my pants. This night had taken a delicious turn.

She pushed her pink painted lips down my shaft, and I felt my cockhead brush the back of her wet throat. She made a soft gagging noise and then did it all over again. I pulled back so that I nearly popped out of her mouth, but then drove into her mouth once more. I cupped the back of her head and held her still, fucking her mouth and making her gag again. My cock jerked in response to the sound.

She sucked me until I grabbed her pigtails and pulled her off. She strained to get me back in her mouth for a moment, and I feared that act alone would make me lose my control.

“Up,” I said, my voice raspy.

She took my hand and stood. I opened my pants, kicked off my shoes and made a pile of clothing on the floor. I put my hands beneath her armpits and lifted her small frame so she was back on top of the counter. I slipped my fingers in the sides of her panties and tugged. “Lift your hips.”

“I cupped the back of her head, fucking her mouth and making her gag.”

She obeyed, and I pulled the panties off and tossed them aside. I dragged her to the edge of the counter and spread her thighs wide. I made a point of stroking her pussy lips, parting her and examining her clit. I rubbed my thumb across it and watched her struggle to stay still and breathe.

I stroked her clit and then dragged my fingertip up her wet slit. I pushed inside her and then pulled free. Her pupils were so dilated it was hard to tell them from her irises. “You’re so wet,” I said, rubbing my finger across her bottom lip. She caught it and sucked her own moisture from my skin.

I smiled. “Good girl.”

I bent and licked her pussy. I tortured her by licking and kissing all around her clit without touching it. She whimpered, and I did it a few more times just to enjoy her squirming. Then I went at her clit with a rigid tongue. She moved against me, pumping her pussy against my mouth. I slammed my hands down on her thighs and held her as still as I could manage. That must have done something for her because she came with a soft cry and her juices flooded my mouth.

I stood and grabbed her ass. I yanked her toward me, pressing my cock to her soaking wet cunt and driving into her. I locked my arms behind her back and fucked her with short, brutal jabs. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her cotton socks soft against my ass.

She held my shoulders and rocked against me every time I thrust into her slippery cunt. “Yes, yes,” she uttered. “Kiss me. Please.”

I kissed her. I slipped my tongue in her mouth, deepening our connection. I sucked her lower lip and then bit it. Her cunt gripped me tight, and she moaned. I kissed her again, and then dragged my lips up the side of her throat until I was just beneath her earlobe. Then I bit her ear fast and hard, like I had her lip. She came again, her pussy milking me desperately with the force of her orgasm.

I pulled free of her and sat in one of the kitchen chairs. I patted my lap, my cock standing up straight, ready for her. “Come on. Take a ride little girl.”

She dropped off the counter and walked slowly toward me in nothing but her choker and her white knee socks. She was petite but curvy, and I gripped those shapely hips as she straddled me and sank down on my dick. Her thighs pressed to my sides, and she kissed me as she began to rock. I held her hips and thrust up from beneath, going still every minute or two so that she had to rock herself back to the brink. Then I’d move up and tug her down, slamming into her so that her breath caught and her nipples pebbled tight.

“Come on. Fuck my dick. I want you to come like this.” I sucked her pink nipple into my mouth and drew on it. She moaned, her hips rocking faster. I could feel her growing tighter, could hear her breathing come faster. I sucked again, and she moaned. I thrust up from beneath her and squeezed her hips tight. She pressed her breast to my mouth, and I sucked again. At the last moment, I tugged the tip of it with my teeth. She came again, her pussy drenching my lap.

I smacked her ass. “Good, that’s good. Now me. Turn around. Face away from me. Sit in my lap.”

She turned her back to me and sank down on my cock once more. I watched her body take my shaft inch by inch. I held her hips and helped her move — up and down, up and down, sliding her along the length of my cock as she panted and groaned. I thrust up, sinking balls-deep into her warmth and wetness. I pressed my thumb to her asshole, still holding her hip with my other hand. I pushed my thumb into her back hole and watched her squirm, heard her groan.

My control dissolved. I fucked her from beneath in a frenzy. I felt her gripping me and making me slick. My thumb pushed further into her backdoor. She cried out. I had no idea if she’d come again, but I was coming. I emptied into her with a bellow.

She stood, and I leaned over to catch my breath. Then I looked up at her, adorable, flushed and well-fucked. “I think this is going to be a productive side project.”

She nodded once and licked her lips. “Yes, sir. I agree.”

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