It was the end of my first week working at a new company, and I was still trying to wrap my head around the many details and procedures.

I’d stayed late every night, but when Friday rolled around, I was determined to leave the office on time with everyone else.

I was in the process of packing up when Doug, one of the accountants, called, asking me to come to his office with several files I’d been working on. Of course, as a new staff member, I quickly gathered what I needed. I wasn’t too upset about having to stay late, though. Doug was just my type — tall, good-looking, and well-built. He was actually on my to-do list, and I was kind of excited as I made my way down the corridor to his office.

I knocked once and walked in. I barely had time to admire the way he looked — sleeves rolled up, tie loosened at the neck, the top two buttons of his shirt open. Doug told me to have a seat in front of his desk, while he sat in a chair next to me. He had to lean in even closer as we went over some figures, and the closer he got, the hotter I got. As I breathed in the scent of his cologne, I felt myself getting wet. I crossed my legs and my short skirt inched further up my thighs, and instead of focusing on what Doug was saying, I thought about how much I wanted Doug to bend me over his desk and fuck me.

I became so engrossed in my little fantasy that I didn’t realize he’d asked me a question.

“Are we working you too hard?” he asked, looking concerned. “I know it’s your first week, but I was told you’d be able to handle the workload.”

Annoyed for allowing myself to get so distracted, I said the first thing that came to mind. “Actually, I could work even harder — with the right motivation.” I placed the files on the floor and my hand on Doug’s thigh. I felt the muscles tense as I moved my hand up toward his crotch.

I heard Doug’s quick intake of air as I began stroking him through his pants. I loved the way his cock hardened and thickened under my hand. Then I heard what had to be a deep moan — or a groan of resignation — as Doug let out the breath he’d been holding. His hands reached for my breasts, palming them, massaging the tight points of my nipples. Keeping one hand on his cock, I unbuttoned my blouse with the other. We were both breathing heavily when I stood up and faced his desk. Doug was right behind me, pushing that hot rod of his against my ass. Grinding my hips against him, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Motivate me, Doug.”

Doug pushed my skirt up to my waist, and used the scissors I handed him to cut away my hose and thong. Then he was on his knees, pushing my legs apart and shoving his tongue into my wet hole. I loved the way he gripped my thighs as his tongue moved in and out, occasionally straying to torture my clit. When I came, then came again, my legs felt like rubber, and if he hadn’t been behind me, I’d have slid to the floor.

But Doug wasn’t finished. As I leaned on his desk, I heard the sound of his zipper. Then I felt the head of his cock as he dragged it back and forth along my slickness.

“Am I motivating you, Jill?” he said next to my ear.

I was panting, ready to beg him to fuck me, when he took his cock and slammed into me hard. I was coming again as he fucked me with deep thrusts that had me keening and moaning uncontrollably.

“Fuck me, Doug,” I begged. “Keep fucking me.”

Over the next two hours, Doug motivated me in a variety of very inventive ways, and I’m now inspired to work late as often as I can, especially with Doug.

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