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My boss texted me at 8:17pm. Boss: “Still at the office?” Me: “Just finishing something. Why?” Boss: “Can you come to my office for a minute?” I almost said no. Instead I walked down the quiet hallway. His door was open. He was standing by the window, tie loosened. Me: “What’s up?” He turned. Boss: “I’ve been trying not to say this for weeks. But I keep noticing you. The way you move. How you look at me in meetings when you think I’m not paying attention.” I stayed by the door. Me: “This is inappropriate.” Boss: “I know. That’s why I haven’t said anything until now.” He walked closer. Not touching me yet. Boss: “If you want me to stop, say it and I’ll never bring it up again.” I didn’t say it. My heart was beating too fast. He reached out and touched my waist, slow, like he was still giving me time to pull away. I didn’t. He kissed me. It was careful at first, then deeper when I kissed him back. He locked the door. We didn’t rush. He unbuttoned my blouse while I worked on his belt. When he pushed my skirt up and slid his hand between my legs, I was already wet. He groaned quietly against my neck. Boss: “You’re soaked.” Me: “Don’t talk.” He turned me around and bent me over his desk. He pushed into me slowly. I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t make too much noise. It wasn’t perfect the angle was a bit awkward, and he had to adjust but once he found a rhythm it felt good. I reached down and rubbed myself while he fucked me. I came quietly, thighs shaking. He followed a minute later, pulling out and finishing on my lower back. We cleaned up with tissues from his drawer. Neither of us spoke much. I fixed my clothes. He straightened his shirt. Boss: “This can’t happen again.” Me: “I know.” I left first. In the elevator I checked my phone. No new messages. My hands were still a little unsteady.

I was still typing when she walked in, closed the door, and locked it. Her: “My meeting got cancelled. I have time.” She walked over, pushed my chair back, and dropped to her knees between my legs. She unzipped me slowly, pulled my cock out, and stroked it while looking up. Her: “I’ve been thinking about this all morning.” She took me into her mouth, wet and deep, sucking hard while her hand worked the base. Spit ran down my shaft. She gagged once, pulled off, then went deeper, eyes watering. Her: “Fuck my throat.” I held her head and thrust into her mouth until she was messy and drooling. She pulled off, stood up, turned around, and bent over my desk. She pulled her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was already shiny. Her: “Put it in. I want it rough.” I stood, lined up, and pushed into her in one stroke. She was soaked and tight. She moaned and pushed back immediately. I grabbed her hips and fucked her hard, the desk shaking. She reached under and rubbed her clit. Her: “Harder… yes… right there… don’t stop.” I pounded her deep. She came hard, clenching around me, legs shaking. I kept going, wet sounds filling the office, until I was close. I pulled out, turned her around, and pushed her to her knees again. Her: “In my mouth. I want to swallow it.” She opened wide. I stroked myself and came across her tongue and lips. She swallowed, licked her lips, and stood up. She fixed her skirt and wiped her mouth. Her: “Go wash your hands. And don’t look at me like that when we leave. I’ll text you later if I want more.” She unlocked the door and walked out. I sat there for a minute, cock still half-hard, then cleaned up.