The Boss's Office

"Come in." I heard called out from behind the door."Hey Dawn, what's shakin?" I said non-chalantly. My flagrant disregard for management could possibly be one reason I'd get axed. "Not much, Tony." She razzed back without missing a beat. "Have a seat Frank." I entered the office, closed the door behind me, and took a seat across the desk from Dawn. She was a little short stack. Maybe 5'2'' with shoulder length raven hair. You wouldn't call her a thick girl, but you could tell she enjoys her hamburgers from the curves of thighs and bottom. Up top her double d's practically sat on the desk in front of her. Normally they'd be hidden away, but I guess the weekend had a hold of Dawn already as she had left the top three buttons of her blouse undone. Perhaps I stared too long; she clicked her tongue to bring my attention back up to her face. "Frank, I'm sure you've heard some of the rumors going around..." Dawn started off. "Unfortunately they are true.""So this is the canning conversation then, eh boss lady?" I half sighed. My gaze happened to drop back to her cleavage, not intentionally mind you, but there all the same. This time there was no click of the tongue. "Yes, Frank, it is." My eyes instinctively rose when she talked. "But there is a consolation in that.""Oh yeah?" I said incredulously. She didn't reply. She simply knocked three times on her desk. In that moment I knew what she had on her mind. It wasn't an accident that she had three buttons undone. She knew what she was doing the entire time. "So you're the boss only until I clock out, right?""That's right Frank." She said, almost sternly. I felt a familiar twinge in my pants. "Well then you better tell me what to do next, boss." I said evenly, staring her in the eye, almost daring her to take the next step. "Alright Frank. This will be your last assignment under me." She leaned forward as she spoke, causing her cleave to spill against the front of her blouse. The twinge became a growth. She instructed me to stand up and lose my shirt. I stood in front of the desk and untucked my button down. Then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off of my shoulders. From my standing position I had an even better view of her breasts as they continued to try to break free of her clothing. I could feel my pants constricting at eye level with Dawn and she was staring right at it. "Undo your belt and top button then stop."I did as I was told. WIth each command I was becoming more aroused. I said nothing, waiting from my next instructions. Dawn stood up and walked around to my side of the desk. She looked up into my eyes, I was just shy of being a foot taller than her, and held eye contact as she slide her hand down my pants and along the length of my shaft. My meager 5.5 inches felt more like 8 in her dainty hands. It strained against my boxer briefs, yearning to feel skin to skin contact. But still I stood silent, waiting. Dawn solely withdrew her hand, dragging her nails along my shaft as she did. She stepped back and pushed herself up onto her desk. As she crossed her legs her mini skirt hiked even further up, showing off her wondrous thighs. "Now you may remove the rest of that." She said, refering to the rest of my clothing. I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants, letting them fall to the floor. When I slid down my boxer briefs, they pulled my shaft down with them, as they cleared the tip of my cock, it sprung back up like a diving board. Dawn giggled a little at this, but quickly regained her composure. I guessed this wasn't normally her thing either but we both seemed to be enjoying the game. She eyed me up and down, taking in how I looked in my finest suit. "Now stroke for me." She commanded, a glint of playfulness in her eyes. I immediately grabbed my cock and begin roughly sliding my hand back and forth. Dawn must have been able to tell how dry it was as she soon told me to spit in my hand. I quickly spit a mouthful into my palm and got back down to business. As I yanked on my cock I stared into Dawn's eyes. I was getting off more on the fact that she was watching me than anything else. As the minutes passed by I watched as she intently took in every moment of me touching myself. She began fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was getting hot and bothered in an obvious way. "When you get close stop. We aren't quite through just yet."I gave her another minute of stroking then stopped, eager to see what was to come next. She jumped up from the desk and reached under her skirt. She pulled down her panties, already slightly wet from watching me jerk. She turned around and bent over the desk, hiking up her skirt as she did, revealing her delicious ass. "Fuck me hard." She commanded. "If you haven't moved this desk up against the wall before you cum, you're not fucking me hard enough."She reached behind her and spread her cheeks in invitation. I was tempted by her puckered butt hole, but a wrong move here would be disastrous. Even so, her glistening slit beneath was just as inviting. I stepped up behind her and guide my cock gently into her. Once inside, she released her cheeks and placed her palms and elbows on the desk in front of her. I had started gently thrusting into her as she repositioned herself. Now that she was settled I hit a hard thrust. The desk rattled slightly but didn't move. I thrust harder. Once again the desk rattled but didn't move. I braced my feet and slammed into Dawn. She let out a pleasured grunt as the desk slide an inch on the floor. Only about 24 more inches to go, I told myself as I slammed into her again. The desk slid forward again while she let out another groan. Now that I had the rhythm I picked up the pace, continually slamming into her while slowly stepping forward to maintain my distance from the desk. Her grunts and groans turned to gasps and moans as she got closer to the wall. I was getting closer myself, unfortunately. It was going to be close. I kept up the pace but increased the pressure. I slammed into her harder than I ever thought I could slam into another person. After only a handful of thrusts like that the desk pinned her chair up against the wall. On the next hard thrust I started letting off inside of Dawn. I quickly pulled out, spilling my load onto her slit and up her crack. "Well seems like you got yours, but I was a little shy of getting mine. Looks like we'll have to do it the other way." Dawn said, with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Why don't you get down on your knees and clean your mess up. When you're done with that you can just keep going until I tell you to stop." This was definitely a new one by me. But I was still game for whatever came next. I got down on my knees behind Dawn and began licking her slit, lapping up a mixture of our juices. I then licked up her crack, cleaning every last drop that I had spilled. I didn't quite make it to her puckered hole, but I kept licking towards it anyway. Now seemed like the time to be taking chances. She lifted her hands from the desk once again. I thought maybe to stop me, but she simply spread her cheeks again for me. The invitation was clear. I skipped the last stretch of skin and stuck my tongue straight on her hole. I lick around the edge and darted in here and there. Dawn let out a little giggle. "Well that was different." She said leftting go of her cheeks. They came flapping down right in front of my face. I didn't mind. I backed my face away slightly. Dawn stood up and turned around. She jumped back up on the desk, spreading her legs so that her clit was now on display only a few inches away from my face. I already knew what she wanted and dove back in face first. My tongue parted her lips, lapping up some of her juices before wandering above. Flicking, licking, sucking, I went to town on her clit. She quickly started to purr, then started to moan. She mumbled what sounded like fingers so I slide two inside her slit while never missing a beat on her clit. Her moans grew. Suddenly her body convulsed and she let out a joyous cry. But she didn't say stop, so I kept going. I slipped another finger inside of her and redoubled my efforts above. It wasn't long before her body started to convulse again. She grabbed the back of my head and buried my face deep between her thighs as she let out another cry. "Stop now." she sighed as she lay back on the desk. I pulled back from between her legs, licking my lips to savor the last taste she left behind. Dawn lay on the desk just basking in the moment. "You can get dressed. We're done for now." she said dreamily. "But I think I will be in need of a personal masseuse from now on...""I am an unlicensed ther****t." I said, pulling my pants up. Dawn scribbled on a piece of paper. "This is my number. Let's set up something habitual on Friday afternoons. It'll be a good way to start my weekend." She winked as she handed the paper to me. I pocketed it, unsure if this was going to make me into a gigolo or not. Not that I really cared. I was out of a job so if I ended up getting paid to spend amazing Friday afternoons with Dawn, more power to me. If not the prospect of seeing more of her luscious body unleashed was worth it all the same. Dawn got up and straightened herself out. We moved her desk back out. She extended her hand and said, "It has been my pleasure working with you."I took her hand and replied, "I look forward to continuing to work with you." A moment later I was walking out of her office as if nothing had happened and to the rest of the world, nothing had.