Success makes it possible to behave pretty much however you want at the office.

That’s the reason why it’s so easy for certain higher-ups to get away with seemingly scandalous interoffice affairs. If you’re earning the company serious cash, the powers that be really don’t give a shit what you do.

The distinguished male executive indulging in an illicit affair with his hot young secretary is a story we’ve all heard a thousand times. Funny that as a woman I never once considered this scenario when I was promoted to an executive position. It took a conversation with my peers to turn my attitude around.

No, I didn’t fuck a pretty young miss in my office, but I did eventually hire myself a hot male assistant who is admittedly more eye candy than a business whiz.

At first everything was purely professional. It took me years to achieve this level of success in my career, and I didn’t intend to throw it away. But that all changed after meeting my boss and a mentor for drinks. 

After a few too many Manhattans the conversation loosened up and somehow turned to my young, hot and under-qualified assistant. Though I vehemently denied that there was anything sexual between us, my colleagues continued to tease, dropping an abundance of hints about their own interoffice affairs in the process.

I heard their message loud and clear: If I wanted my assistant, I could have him. Even at the office.

The following day I threw caution to the wind and fucked my assistant right on top of the reports that littered my desk.

We fell into a nice little rhythm after that. Though I was sure never to let my work suffer, it seemed silly not to start the day with an orgasm sparked by my assistant’s ripe, pouty mouth.

The best part about having an affair with my right-hand man was how indulgent and attentive he became. Sexually speaking, that is. If he knew I had a particularly trying day ahead, he always made certain to work out my stress in the most sensual and soothing manner possible.

One particular afternoon stands out in my memory. I was dealing with a gruelling conference call filled with old geezers rehashing arguments and plans that had been put to bed several conversations ago. Rather than wait until the call ended to come ease my anxiety, Jonas gently pulled my chair away from my desk and crouched to fit in the space below.

Jonah’s fingers slipped between my thighs, sliding along the sensitive flesh until my knees dropped open of their own accord. Before pleasure completely drugged my brain, I reached out to tap the mute button, preventing my erratic breathing and whimpers from interfering with my colleagues’ discussion, which was droning on from the speakerphone in front of me.

Even my pantyhose couldn’t stand in Jonas’s way. Over weeks of fucking he’d discovered a foolproof way to split my nylons right down the center of my slit without ever having them fall from my legs. The method often left me prowling the office with my pussy exposed to the air on the days I didn’t wear panties, which was often. It became an erotic little secret that fueled my libido throughout the day.

Once his thumbs had forced through the flimsy material, Jonah zeroed in on his target. He buried his face between my thighs, his appreciative murmurs vibrating against my skin. The shouting and cajoling of the conference call faded quietly into the background, leaving only my own panting and whimpers ringing in my ears.

“Jonas’s tongue traced my slit, easing its way ever closer to my entrance.”

Jonas’s tongue traced my slit, easing its way ever closer to my entrance. I sank deeper into my seat, allowing gravity to pull me down and press my pussy flush against my boy toy’s face.

He groaned his approval against my crotch. The deep rumble of his voice buzzed against my flesh, ramping up my arousal to unthinkable heights. My slit grew soaked with dew, and I angled my hips upward to better serve myself to him.

Jonas immediately accepted my offering and worked me with more intensity. He slipped his hands beneath my ass, cupping my cheeks and lifting me up until his mouth covered me completely. The new position brought with it a wealth of sensations. Pleasure buzzed between my legs. It was an intoxicating feeling, one that left me tingling with anticipation.

My desperate whimpers seemed to encourage Jonas. The more I sighed with pleasure, the greater the intensity of his tongue-lashing became.

Jonas tickled the entrance to my pussy, and I nearly shot out of my seat. The intrusion of his tongue teasing and delving inside my hole was so sensual, so stimulating, that I could no longer keep still.

I caressed myself, letting my hands explore my body and glide up my torso until my breasts filled my palms. I kneaded the lush globes, massaging the abundant flesh until my nipples turned into hardened little peaks. Though my shirt and bra still stood in my way, pointed pinches through the material sent jolts of pleasure from my nipples to my clit.

It was becoming harder to keep quiet. Though my colleagues on the call couldn’t hear me, the rest of the office could! Still, I couldn’t quite bring myself to stay silent. Instead of feeling a sense of propriety, I was overcome with a deep and desperate desire to climax before I could be dragged away to yet another meeting.

A distant voice called my name, pulling me back to reality. Then the muffled voice shouted from my speakerphone, “Andrea, are you there?”

I stretched to tap the mute button on my phone just as Jonas’s tongue swirled around my clit, making my answer come out in a gasp.

“Yes,” I said — more breathy than businesslike.

My fingers curled into a fist, and I squeezed hard, desperately trying to regain my composure. My next answer came out with far more conviction, “Yes, I do believe that further research is in order.”

Their satisfied grumbles indicated that my turn to talk was over, so I tapped the mute button again and let out a string of curses. Jonas chuckled against my inner thigh, the throaty sound vibrating against my nylon-covered flesh.

I wound my fingers into his hair to leverage my thrusts, mashing my pussy against his face until every inch of me tingled with the need to come.

“Yeah, that’s right. Come for me,” he whispered into my slit. “Let me taste how much you like it.”

A hard flick of his tongue sent me tumbling into orgasm, making me shake like a leaf. I continued to grind my cunt against Jonas’s face. Wetness spread from my slit to his lips as he continued to eat me with sloppy enthusiasm. I couldn’t tell if it was my pussy or his mouth that was creating the most moisture.

Still, I craved more. That first release only offered a teasing taste of what I knew Jonas could give me. My body was already screaming for round two.

As if seeking to soothe my throbbing clit, Jonas pressed the flat of his tongue against me. That gentle pressure was enough to ease the post-orgasmic ache that plagued me, priming me for another thorough tongue bath. My back arched as I pressed downward, my body desperate to do anything to tighten the bond between my clit and his mouth.

Once again, I became aware of a loud rumbling coming from the speakerphone. Forcing myself to tear my attention from the insistent pulse between my legs, I returned to the call long enough to discuss additional funding for my department. Of course, before I got approval, the higher-ups insisted upon debating the issue heavily. Needing to stay on the line in case I had to bolster my argument, I slapped my hand over my mouth, trapping the sounds of my pleasure behind my lips.

“He took his time, cupping my ass and swirling his tongue around my clit.”

When the need to moan became absolutely unbearable I slid my finger between my teeth, biting down hard to silence myself. Pleasure still reverberated throughout my body, making me shake in my seat until I snapped like a rubber band, erupting in a series of spasms that shook me to my core.

As I fell back down to earth, the meeting came to an end. Everyone mumbled their good-byes, and I slammed down the receiver.

I grasped Jonas’s head and slid onto the floor with him.

“One more,” I gasped. “Give me one more.”

“You sure are demanding boss,” he said softly before he set to work.

Jonas switched up his tactic. Gone was his sensual mouth massage. In its place was a hard, staccato rhythm of beats that he tapped out with his tongue.

I didn’t try to keep myself quiet one bit. I let the whole office hear Jonas’s outrageous performance evaluation. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was the magic of his mouth on my clit.

To be honest, I was surprised there was even an ounce of pleasure left to be wrung out of my body. I fully expected to writhe beneath him, absorbing the decadent sensations without reaching yet another grand finale.

I should have known better. Jonas’s oral skills may have been lacking in the boardroom, but they were fucking fire under my desk. My body seized and quaked, spiralling out of control so quickly that I had no time to clap a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams — so it’s a good thing I didn’t care who heard us at that point.

Warm, sweet liquid gushed from my slit as Jonas lapped up my pussy juice. He murmured against my skin. “I’ve never tasted anyone as sweet as you.”

Those simple words added another level to my post-climactic bliss.

After I’d stopped shaking, Jonas crawled up my body. Placing his elbows on either side of my head, he hovered over me before giving me a slow, sensual kiss. Our tongues tangled briefly before he pulled away to flash me a handsome smile.

Ten minutes later I had to leave for another meeting, but I knew Jonas would be ready — and waiting — when I returned.

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