The time [m]y assistant [f]ell to her knees. | 2016

(First time post, so bear with me.)

Background: Last year, I was working at large company that provided consulting services to various clients. I was working on a large engagement, which meant I spent every day with my team at the client's office. My client was a prominent law firm: very conservative, cliche business culture. We were expected to dress every day in suits because that was what the client required. The lone exception to a bunch of nerds dressed in suits was our assistant. Her name was Christina, and she was spectacular.

Christina was in her mid 20's. Blonde hair that belonged on the beach. Skin that was perfect and tanned regardless of the time of year. Two perky c cup tits that made babies drool. A tight, toned body that was only more benefited by the 4 inch heels that she defiantly strutted around in. Her wardrobe consisted of pencil skirts and translucent blouses that were always unbuttoned one too many buttons for HR's liking.

She knew exactly what she was doing. And she fucking owned it which was all the better. The women on my team were obviously jealous. And you know what? They should have been. Christina hit every curve perfectly.

Christina and I worked near each other in the office, crossing paths 3-4 times a day. I noticed early on that the smirk she shot my way was mine and mine only. Never thought anything of it, but you're damn right that I enjoyed it. We flirted back and forth the way coworkers flirt, but never did I expect the following to happen.

It was a Tuesday. Shortly after lunch Christina came by my desk. "The team director wants to meet with you. It sounds pretty serious." The team director was a serious guy, so she caught my attention. "Now? He wants to meet now?" I nervously asked. "Right now. Come with me, I'll take you there."

I gathered my composure and followed Christina out of the room and down the hall. I dazed out as I watched her perky ass cheeks bounce lightly in her gray pencil skirt. To the hallway and into the elevator we went.

22nd floor. Shit. This can't be good - that's the floor of meeting rooms. All of the way up in the elevator she is silent, staring at the floor. I follow her gauze and admire the lines formed by her skinny legs, covered only by black patterned stockings. I wonder if her skirt is an inch too short of our client's standards. It was a nice distraction from the reality that I was about to walk into.

The doors open on 22 and a lump forms in my throat. It's the corporate meeting floor, and she makes a beeline to conference room 4; down the hall just far enough away from the elevator that I can picture my walk - post reprimanding - being gruesomely painful. She swings open the door and motions for me to go in before you. It's a beautiful room. Hard wood floors; large dominating maple wood table, expensive paintings adorning the walls.

But. Wait. Where is my manager?

Before I can form the words, the door pulls shut, and locks, with Christina in the room. No sooner can I pause to ask her what's going on before she is pushing me up against the door. Her hand is pressing on my chest when our eyes lock.

"There's no meeting," she says. She comes closer and whispers in my ear. "I booked this room just for us more than a week ago because there is something I've been wanting to do for awhile."

With that, she grabs my cock in her hands and smirks again when she feels me grow harder in her hands. She knows I want it. I want her. I want all of it. However and wherever she wants to let me have her, I will fucking take her.

But no. What she wants is my cock. She drops to her knees, her tight skirt slipping up her legs. I'm bursting through my suit pants, and my cock snaps up to attention as she draws the zipper down. Her perfectly manicured fingers grab my dick and give me a few forceful, firm tugs. I start to moan when she stands up and stares into my eyes again, "shut the fuck up. People are outside the room." I slip a quick hand between her thighs and find her pussy on fire thru her stockings, but she's down on her knees before I can push my fingers through.

She takes me in her mouth all at once, like its nothing. This time I feel her moan, as it ripples through my throbbing cock. I can hear footsteps on the tile hallways outside the door behind me and I do my best not to scream.

My hands push her blonde hair out of her face while she works. And works and works. Sloppy, wet lips running their game on my cock. I watch her bob like a pro, never chocking.

I'm close to cumming in minutes. She can sense it, grabbing my ass and pulling me even closer. She pops up for air, jerking me while spit trails from the tip of my cock back to her lips.

"Cum down my throat."

Both hands on her head, I push her down on my cock one more time. It takes three bobs of her tightly squeezed lips to get me to burst. I fight the urge to scream as I drain my load down her throat. She licks my cock clean, stands up, and whispers "next time you're going to fuck my ass over this table."

She walks out, heels clicking down the hall back to the elevator, back to our office.

Back to Tuesday.