I was about to leave the office after a long day staring at my computer.

One of the managing partners had other ideas when he met me in the hallway and invited me into his office for a drink. I settled in the chair across from him. He handed me a glass, and we discussed what we did over the holidays with our families. We had put away a couple of drinks and I was about to leave when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and decided not to take the call.

He turned out the lights, and before I could move he was on top of me. While his hands roamed my body, his mouth was on my neck. He breathed in my ear, “That was my wife. We don’t have a lot of time.” As I groped around, my hand brushed against his already hard cock. On the spur of the moment I turned to face him and unbuckled his belt. He ripped off his shirt. Once his pants hit the floor he pulled me up out of my chair. I stroked his cock and kissed his lips, neck, and chest. I felt him thrust several fingers inside me. He reached higher up in me, his thumb massaging my clit. I ground my cunt on his hand, and in no time at all I had drenched his fingers with my juice.

“Suck my cock, baby,” he gasped. I took him into my mouth, deep-throating him as I bobbed my head up and down. “Oh, yes, you like sucking cock,” he gasped.

I was enjoying myself, but my body quivered for more. I stopped, looked up at him, and put his cock between my breasts, watching as he pumped between them. Meeting his gaze, I began to lick the salty pre-come from the head of his dick. Then, licking my way on up to his face, I cried, “Eat my pussy!” before plunging my tongue into his mouth. I kept stroking his cock as we got down on the floor. He was on top of me, my legs spread beneath him. His tongue was even more amazing than his fingers. I wrapped my thighs around his head while my hips swayed up and down, humping his face, sending me over the edge. I couldn’t stop the scream from escaping my lips as I squirted my come into his mouth. Then I pulled his face up toward mine. Still catching my breath, I whispered, “Let me taste myself.”

He let me lick his face and suck his tongue. As my tongue went deeper into his mouth, he pulled me up with him onto the chair again, sitting me down on his throbbing cock. He whispered in my ear, “Ride me.” That was all it took to get me going again.

Still recovering from the last wave of orgasms, I started grinding my clit on his pelvis. I was coming again, and I felt how slippery with sweat our bodies had become. I rode him so hard and so fast that we nearly toppled over in the chair. “Maybe we should move to the desk,” I suggested.

He agreed, and asked, “Want me to fuck you in the ass?”

“Umm-hmm,” I murmured. I stood up, walked over to the desk, leaned forward, and cocked one leg up, allowing him total access to anything he wanted. He came up behind me, and his hard cock slid slowly up into my ass. Deeper and deeper he went until he was fully inside me. He pumped slowly at first, then faster, gripping my shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop? Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, don’t stop. That’s it. Just keep going!” Faster and harder he fucked my ass, pulling me tight to him as he was about to fill me with come. The warmth of his liquid filling my ass sent shock waves through every nerve in my body and made me quiver with delight. I was numb and my legs were shaky when he reluctantly pulled out of me, kissing his way down my back to my rear. “That was great,” he said. I agreed, and he backed away.

As we dressed his phone rang. Certain that it was his wife again, he did not answer. I reached for my coat and started to head for the door. His last words were, “Always a pleasure talking to you. Good night.”