Things heat up in the office when a junior employee catches the eye of a sexy CEO.

Whoever said never to mix business with pleasure clearly hasn’t experienced the sweet release of an orgasm during a particularly stressful workday. I always considered myself to be a diligent, conscientious employee, but my productivity soared after I started banging my company’s CEO.

I still remember the feeling I got the first time I caught Rich looking at me — I mean really looking at me. My team was called in to discuss a high-profile project with him. Being a junior team member meant that I was seated at the far end of the conference table — about as far from Rich as I could get without sitting out in the hall.

I’d seen Rich before, strolling the hallways in his impeccably cut suits that hugged his sculpted body just right, always ready with a smile for his employees.

Damn, did I love that smile. Even from afar, it did funny things to me. All it took was a quick little lift of his full lips to spark a fire between my legs.

The only thing I remember from that meeting is that it confirmed that Rich was as interested in me as I was in him. I could feel his eyes on me. His gaze swept from my eyes to my lips, way down to my chest, taking in whatever curves weren’t hidden by the table between us.

After the meeting, Rich invited me to his office to debrief. Within five minutes of locking his office door, he had me laid out over his desk. Long, nimble fingers traced over my skirt’s hem. Even with the fabric acting as a barrier, my skin still felt the electric pulse passing between us.

Rich skimmed his hands over my knees and up my thighs, taking my skirt along for the ride. By the time his fingertips reached the top of my pantyhose, my skirt was rolled up past my hips. He leaned forward and laid a kiss on my lips. “I like your legs. Don’t hide them,” he murmured.

He reached behind me to grab something. A letter opener. That slightly lopsided smile I love so much lifted his lips, then quick as a flash, he brought down the letter opener and slashed through my tights.

That little tear in the material made it easy for Rich to rip the pantyhose right off my legs. Now all that was left for him to get through was my underwear. A part of me hoped that he would shred those, too.

Instead, Rich hooked his fingers into my thong’s narrow waistband and dragged the material down my legs. He moved slowly, making the lace trim on my underwear tickle my skin the whole way down.

Once he’d freed my ankles from my panties’ confines, Rich stood up and offered me another smile. He made sure I was watching as he grabbed my underwear and stuck it in his pocket. It was my first taste of Rich’s predilection to hold onto little souvenirs from our encounters.

With my tights in the trash and my panties in Rich’s pocket, all that stood between us now was my button-down shirt and bra. Rich made quick work of both. His hands flew down the front of my shirt, unfastening buttons so quickly that his fingers were a blur.

Next came the bra — the one article of clothing that Rich didn’t rush to remove from my body. He lowered his head to my chest and buried his face in my cleavage. His hands skimmed over the sides of my torso, making their way around to my back. He stroked at my skin, awakening all of the nerves so that every inch of my body became incredibly sensitive.

When Rich’s fingers finally reached the clasp of my bra nestled between my shoulder blades, I arched my back, lifting myself off the desk to expedite the process.

Finally, his fingers closed around the clasp and gave it a twist. Immediately, my bra cups sagged forward, pulled down by the weight of my breasts.

Rich’s mouth was ready and waiting when the cups fell past my nipples. He captured one rigid bud between his lips, applying just enough pressure to make me cry out with pleasure while his hand covered my other breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.

I groaned when Rich’s fingers brushed over my nipple, exciting all of its nerves. Taking that as a cue that I wanted more, Rich trapped the nub between his digits and pinched it hard.

That time I moaned. Loudly.

Rich released my nipple from his mouth. He rose up to look me in the eye and said, “I love a woman with a good set of pipes, but in the office, you’ve got to be quiet. I don’t want to have to cover up those pretty pink lips.”

After giving me a quick kiss, Rich slithered back down my body, nestling between my legs. He nuzzled the extra bit of flesh that sat on the inside of my thighs, then turned his attention to my soaking-wet pussy.

First, his fingertips traced over my labia. His touch was so light and quick, but it still made a shiver of anticipation rattle up my spine. Every brush of his hand seemed to draw more juice from my core. I could feel the warm liquid collecting inside my slit, preparing my body to welcome Rich.

Next, he used his fingers to part my folds, exposing my throbbing pink center. The cool office air caressed my wet skin, giving me a chill. Then Rich closed his hot mouth over my clit, warming me through and through.

I slung my legs over Rich’s shoulders and scooted my ass to the edge of the desk, shamelessly pressing my pussy against his face. Much to my delight, I discovered that Rich is one of those men who uses every bit of his mouth to eat a woman’s pussy. His lips, teeth, and tongue all get in on the action, creating a perfect storm of sensation that leads to a tidal wave of come.

As if that wasn’t enough to drive me to the brink, Rich introduced his fingers to the mix. He plunged his thumb into my vagina and curved his fingers around to my ass, working to stimulate both holes at the same time.

Rich’s thumb pressed down hard as he pumped into me. I could feel the pressure in my pussy and my ass. It helped that his other fingers were massaging my asshole. They circled the puckered flesh, sparking a tingling feeling that spread from my ass to my crotch.

The results were explosive. I tugged my lip between my teeth, desperate to ward off the scream rumbling inside me. Hard as it was to keep quiet while my boss gave me the best orgasm of my life, I knew that one more sound from my lips would end the encounter. I couldn’t let that happen.

That’s when my eyes fell on one of those foam stress balls sitting near my hip. I grabbed it and bit into it right as another moan threatened to escape my lips. Its pillow-soft texture was perfect for muffling the sounds of pleasure building within.

Now that my screams were no longer of concern, I could relax and enjoy the feel of Rich’s mouth devouring my pussy. His tongue swirled around and around, stoking my nerves in a way that had me tingling from my head all the way down to my toes.

While Rich’s tongue tapped out a maddening rhythm on my clit, his thumb continued to piston into my pussy. My back bowed and my toes curled as my body tried and failed to absorb all the sensations crashing over me in waves. Each of my limbs grew so very stiff, making my fingers and toes flex in an effort to alleviate the tension.

Then Rich switched up his rhythm from quick, cat-like licks over my clit to a rolling motion that sent my libido into overdrive. Slowly, the tension left my muscles in little twitches while hot come surged from my core.

Rich murmured his appreciation against my pussy. His lips vibrated against my clit, making me come even harder.

As more juice squirted from me, Rich moved his mouth down to drink it all up. His lips sealed over my hole, sucking up all the arousal that seeped from my core. When I was finally tapped dry, Rich plunged his tongue into me and swirled it around, making certain he’d collected every last bit of liquid.

Rich stood up and looked at me. He licked his lips, wiping away all of my come that had spread over his mouth.

He took my hand and helped me off the desk, then reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties. “You can have these back,” he said. “I won’t make you go commando without your stockings this time.”

Rich dropped to the floor and helped me step back into my panties. Once they were comfortably in place, he rolled my skirt back down.

Though I still looked disheveled, with Rich’s help I was dressed and ready to return to work in record time.

Rich opened the door to his office to show me out. “I’ll email you to schedule our next meeting,” he said loud enough for his receptionist Janice to hear.

Trying to maintain my composure so as not to appear giddy in front of every employee I passed, I cast my eyes down and walked back to my desk.

The weeks that followed were full of all sorts of sexy games that served as powerful foreplay for us. One morning I sat down at my desk, still wrapped in my winter coat when my inbox pinged with a new email:

Let’s see if you listened to me when I told you to wear the purple thong to work today. March that sweet little ass of yours over to my assistant’s desk and give her your panties to hold for the day. Make sure no one else sees you.

A fiery blush scorched every inch of skin from my cheeks to my chest. Knowing that Rich likes his requests to be honored quickly, I shrugged out of my coat and quickly glanced around the cube farm to make sure I was alone. Being the first person in the office each day has its advantages — I rolled my panties down my legs right at my desk.

Tucking my panties safely in my fist, I stood and smoothed my skirt. Even after weeks of involving Rich’s receptionist in our games, I still felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in my belly whenever I was summoned to her desk.

I sucked in a deep, steadying breath, then marched down the hallway that led to Janice’s nook.

She was waiting for me. I stepped up to her desk and she immediately extended her palm, silently requesting that I hand over the underwear. I didn’t have to say a word.

I didn’t see Rich until later that morning at our project meeting. I tried to focus, but every time Rich looked my way, I felt that blush fire up on my cheeks again.

At one point, Rich caught my eye and licked his lips — right in full view of his staff! Anyone who noticed probably assumed that Rich was merely wetting his parched lips. Only I knew that he was expressing his hunger for my bare pussy.

Somehow, I managed to make it through the meeting without bursting into flames under Rich’s gaze. As I moved to follow my team out the door, Rich reached out to block my path. He nudged the door shut with his heel, then reached back and locked it.

Once the door was secure, Rich backed me into the corner — the only spot in the room that was completely out of sight if anyone were to peep through the glass walls from the hall.

Rich slipped his hand around to my back, pulling me close as he laid a searing kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth with a sigh, inviting his tongue to tangle with mine.

Taking advantage of his hold on my waist, Rich quickly spun me to face the wall. He sank to his knees behind me and curled his fingers around each of my ankles. Knowing that my skin was extremely sensitive, Rich took extra care to move over my body slowly, intensifying my response to his touch. His lips and fingertips trailed over my calves and up to my thighs.

I’d stopped wearing stockings completely after our first encounter, so there was nothing preventing him from reaching my pussy. Still, Rich paused when he reached the hem of my skirt. “I wonder,” he murmured, “will I find a beautiful, bare pussy under this skirt, or has my naughty minx brought a pair of emergency undies to work again?”

My cheeks burned at the mention of my indiscretion. It was one I definitely wouldn’t repeat. Even so, I toyed with him just a little. “There’s only one way for you to find out.”

“Always so coy,” Rich said, rising to his full height behind me. He gave me a quick swat on my ass, making the skin sting. “I don’t feel any panty lines. Always a good sign.”

He bent again to grab my skirt hem. With one tug, he had the material folded up over my waist, exposing my bare ass.

Rich rested his chin on my shoulder, leaving his lips just a hair away from my ear. His warm breath fanned over my cheek as he whispered, “My handprint does look mighty fine on that ass of yours.”

His finger tapped at my chin, turning my head just enough to face him. “Open your mouth,” he said.

I dutifully dropped my jaw and waited for what would come next.

Rich reached into his pocket and produced a small wad of purple fabric. My thong. He held it up for me see, then rolled it back into a ball in his fist and lifted it to my lips. “Since you had such a difficult time keeping quiet last time,” he said. “Now turn back to face the wall.”

I took the satin panties into my mouth and sealed my lips, allowing the silky fabric to slip over my tongue. They filled my mouth, but not uncomfortably so; it was just enough to absorb the sounds of my pleasure.

I was grateful that Rich had taken steps to conceal the sounds. It was much easier to tilt my head back and enjoy our little fuck sessions when I didn’t have to worry about attracting the attention of the rest of the office.

Rich’s stubble brushed against my cheek as he moved to whisper in my ear again. “Hands over your head.”

Without hesitation, I flattened my palms against the glossy mahogany wall and slid them up as high as I could reach.

“Now part those legs,” Rich said as he slipped his hand between my thigh gap.

I scooted both feet apart, taking advantage of how easily my leather-soled pumps slid across the carpet. I stood like an inverted “Y” in the corner, waiting to see what Rich would do to me next.

He took a step back first, as was his custom — Rich loved to admire the way my naked body looked standing in his domain.

The first touch I felt was Rich’s fingers. He traced the tips over the curves of my ass, mapping the rise and fall of each cheek. One fingertip went rogue. It crept along my ass crack, working its way inside until it tapped against my puckered hole, making my body jolt.

From there, Rich made his way further south. He swooped between my legs, dragging his fingers through my slit. I was already good and wet, allowing Rich to glide over my pussy with ease.

When Rich pulled his hand away, the thong filling my mouth helped to absorb my groan.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” he promised. “I just wanted to take a taste.”

After a brief pause, the wet, popping sound of Rich pulling his finger from his mouth broke the silence. “Delicious,” he said. “Sour and sweet all at once. My two favorite flavors.”

Rich slipped his hand back between my legs. His fingers stroked at my outer lips, coaxing them open. Then he slid two long fingers deep inside my pussy.

It felt so good to finally have Rich inside me. My back arched as I tried to further impale myself on his fingers. I knew Rich wouldn’t appreciate my attempts to speed things up, but it’s just so hard not to get greedy when he puts his hands on me!

Lucky me; my enthusiasm earned me a reward. Rich’s free hand moved around to my front. His fingers stroked over my mound, making the sensitive skin tingle. He continued like that for a bit, gently petting my pussy while he pumped his fingers into me.

My walls rippled and twitched over Rich’s fingers, prompting him to pull them out, leaving me empty and wanting.

I shifted my back to lift my ass again, silently begging Rich to fuck me. Then I heard the familiar zipping sound of Rich undoing his pants, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Eager to feel Rich inside me again, I slid my hands down the wall, moving my body into a 90-degree angle that would place my pussy front and center.

Rich stepped up behind me. He placed his hands on my hips, holding me steady while he eased his dick inside my pussy.

Once his entire length was settled inside me, Rich started to rock his hips. He started off slowly, working in languid strokes that teased at my G-spot. As my walls began to spasm over Rich’s shaft, he increased his speed, fucking me so hard and fast my feet lifted away from the floor.

He curled his fingers into my hips, gripping the fleshy bits like a lifeline. The tiny bit of pain offered the push I needed to fall into my own orgasm.

Rich wasn’t far behind. He came on a groan, pumping me full of his hot seed. When he finished, he withdrew immediately and tugged my skirt back into place. With a quick swat on my ass, he sent me back to my desk.

I could feel his come seeping from my core and spreading to my thighs as I walked down the hall. It was a nice little reminder of our afternoon tryst, one that I would feel throughout the day while I sat in my cube alone, waiting for the next email that would summon me to Rich’s office.