I met my current lover, Greg, at work.

It was instant lust for the both of us. We knew from the moment we met that we’d become lovers, and in a hurry, too. Truth is, we can’t keep our hands off each other and have sex at the office almost as often as we do in our apartments.

It’s not unusual for us to “stay in for lunch” or “work late on a project.” More than once, if you can believe it, we’ve slipped away from a business meeting for a quickie in the executive washroom while our clients discussed advertising options. And once, as we prepared to present a very important ad campaign, we fucked like bunnies right there in the conference room! Landing that contract was very important; it would distance us from other ad firms and help make a name for the agency — but that didn’t stop us from fucking.

For the presentation, I wore a very proper blue pinstriped power suit with a high-necked lacy blouse and high-heeled pumps. I was setting up the video equipment and overhead projector when Greg grabbed me from behind and started nibbling my neck. He was rock-hard and ready.

“I want to fuck you, Gail,” he said. “Right here and now.”

I could hear the urgent desire in his voice and immediately got turned on, but I reminded him that our prospective clients were due to arrive soon. This only served to fuel his lust — and mine. Greg removed both of our suit jackets, unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped his trousers in no time flat. His hot mouth sucked my nipples until they were achingly erect. My pussy caught fire as Greg’s fingers worked their magic on my clit. I reached into his briefs and gave him a handjob while he continued to lick and suck my tits.

When I took a moment to reflect on what we were doing, I couldn’t help but start to laugh softly. We were about to close an incredible deal, our clients would be arriving any minute and anyone could have walked into the conference room; yet there we were, feeling each other up like crazy.

“God, Greg,” I moaned. “Hurry up and fuck me before somebody discovers us in here.”

He was more than happy to comply. After pushing my skirt up to my hips, he bent me over the conference table and took up a position behind me, rubbing his engorged cock along the crack of my cheeks.

“Tell me how much you want me,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”

I kept telling him to hurry, that we didn’t have time to play, but he insisted that I beg for his cock. After a not-so-subtle glance at my watch, I said, “Please, slide your big cock into my wet pussy and fuck me.”

Greg grabbed hold of my hips and slammed his cock home. It felt fantastic to have him pumping in and out of my pussy. Then he reached under me and started playing with my clit as I pushed back to meet each plunge of his wonderful cock. My soft moans blended with the animal-like grunts coming from deep down in his throat. I could feel his cock growing and knew that he was close to his climax.

I started rotating my hips and clenching my cunt muscles to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“God, Gail, I love it when you do that. It’s like your pussy’s trying to squeeze the come from my cock. It’s fucking amazing.”

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as I felt the beginning ripples of my orgasm turn into full-fledged waves. Behind me, Greg was rigid with the contractions that rocked him as he shot his load deep inside me.

He helped me off the table and I licked his cock clean. I could taste the muskiness of my own juices mingled with his briny come. When I was done, I rebuttoned my blouse and tucked it into my waistband as Greg pulled up his briefs and zipped his trousers. He kissed me as I straightened my skirt.

“I love you, Gail,” he said.

“I love you, too,” I told him. “I can’t wait to finish this meeting so we can go home and do it again.”

Greg grinned at me just as the intercom announced the arrival of our new clients.