Her pussy was wet, soaking her panties, and as her boss rocked back and forth, his swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth, she reached down between her legs and slid the crotch of her panties to the side, so she could slide two fingers into herself.
She was nearing orgasm when her boss pulled his erect dick fully from her mouth and let go of her hair.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
“Shut up and sit down,” Aisha said, pulling her fingers from her own pussy and standing before the powerful man. He looked surprised, but he did what she said, stepping back in an awkward shuffle due to his pants still being around his ankles, and then sitting in his office chair. Aisha held her fingers to his lips, the sheen of her own juices catching the light from overhead. He sucked on her fingers, tasting her.
Then Aisha turned away from him, and slowly she reached down, taking the hem of her short skirt, and pulled it up. She teased him, knowing his eyes were on her full figured ass, making him wait as slowly the bottom of her cheeks appeared, and then the material of the red boy shorts she was wearing. Then her skirt was up over her hips, and she felt his fingers grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. She stepped over them, careful to keep her heels on; she would need the added height to make the position work.
She bent a bit, reaching down between her legs to grip Anthony’s cock, and then she sat, letting his dick slide up into her hot, wet pussy. “Shit,” she breathed, taken by just how big his cock was. She had only been with black men, and most of them had been well endowed, but no one had been able to match Anthony Conner. The man really had everything.
As she slid all the way down, taking his cock completely into her tight pussy, he put his hands on her hips. She went up and down, her fat ass cheeks slapping against his lap. Soon she was coming, an orgasm rushing from the core of her loins to spread throughout her body, helped along by the time she spent fingering herself while her boss had fucked her face. She leaned forward further as she came, putting her hands on the carpeted floor behind Anthony’s desk. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she moaned aloud.
“Come,” he said simply, saying it over and over as she did. Her pussy tightened on his cock as the last of the orgasm took her, and then it was his turn.
He wasn’t far behind. Aisha set the pace, keeping her hands on the floor. He put his hands on her hips again, and as she rocked down each time, he would pull her down, so she slammed down with his cock deep inside of her.
“I’m coming,” Anthony said, and it occurred to Aisha that he hadn’t ever put a condom on, so she lifted off of his cock and spun quickly, putting a hand at the base of his penis as she sucked on the head just as it jumped and exploded in her mouth. His cum was hot, and strand after strand filled her mouth until some was leaking out past the corner of her lips and running back down his member.
Aisha leaned back and swallowed what she could, and then laughed. “I didn’t think working late would be that fun,” she said.
3
Over the next week, Aisha and her boss fucked in his office twice more after everyone else had gone home, and then once on a lunch break where they never actually made it to a restaurant. Their relationship was hot and heavy, and very physical. But as the first week stretched into the next, and the one after that, it became something else altogether. They still fucked like rabbits, but there were the lunches too, and the small gifts, given secretly at the office.
Aisha opened a small box one Thursday to find a beautiful bracelet that she was sure cost more than her yearly salary. They stood in Anthony’s office. She didn’t think of him as Mr. Conner anymore though she still called him that at work. He watched her put it on and smiled.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I love it,” she said truthfully, but something must have shown in her face because he reached out and put a hand on hers.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want people to think I make it in this business because I’m fucking you,” Aisha said, truthfully and bluntly.
“Is that what this is? Fucking?”
Aisha sighed and shook her head. “Not to me Anthony, but to them,” she said, motioning towards the closed door which led to the rest of the office.
Her boss and lover nodded. “Forget them,” he said. “No one even knows.”
“And what if they find out? If they find out, and I get promoted, it’s just going to take it away from me. Take my accomplishments away.”
“Do you want to stop? Stop this? Break up?” Anthony asked her, his voice even, his eyes serious.
“No,” Aisha said.