… But Brad isn’t done yet. [End]

"I'm not leaving," says Brad and he sits in one of the over-stuffed chairs opposite Perry's desk. You can't make him go and soon you forget he's there, getting sucked into the work. It looks like Haley made tens of thousands of dollars disappear from various requisitions accounts. Paper was bought that was never bought. Fake contractors were hired. And a missing ten grand all ended up in an account under...oooohh...you shudder as a hand parts your knees.

Looking down you see that Brad has crawled under the desk. He has a mischievous grin on his face.

"Keep working," he says.

You clear your throat and allow him to wheel the chair back into place, sealing him in the cramped confines of the foot well. He parts your thighs and his fingers begin teasing your mound through the skin-tight leggings.

You are able to keep working, despite the growing ache of lust. He pats your thighs and tugs at the waist of the leggings. You lift your ass so he can pull them down, along with your panties, and expose your dampness. It feels weird sitting with your bare ass on Perry's big, leather office chair.

Then you feel Brad's breath on your thighs. He pulls your knees over his shoulders and leans in, his tongue finding the hot seam of your cunt, tasting you, pushing between your tender lips and wriggling inside you. You gasp, leaning back in the chair, watching as he clamps his mouth against you. He devours your juices and sucks at your sensitive flesh. His lips close on your clit. He sucks and you feel your orgasm threatening to pitch you over backwards in the chair.

"I have to stand up," you say.

"Bend over the desk," he commands.

You lay over Perry's old-fashioned calendar pad, your bare ass in the air. Brad takes full advantage, pressing his nose into your crack and his tongue into your juicy pussy. He licks you like he has never licked you before, with a hunger and intensity that drives you quickly over the edge. You grind your gaping cunt on his tongue and cum harder than you have ever cum from oral sex. It's like a balloon filled with ecstasy filling and then bursting inside you.

It's so intense you can hardly stand up. Even as the clenching and releasing relaxes and you catch your breath, your legs quake.

"I bet Mr. Perry never does that," says Brad.

"I'm sure the horny pig would want to," you reply. "Now sit back on his chair."

You get his cock out in a hurry. Taking your blouse off and the open-cupped bra so your tits can hang free on your chest. You reach into Perry's drawer for the bottle of lube. The oily liquid spills into your cleavage and you mash your breasts together. Brad strokes himself, watching you lubing your breasts.

"Oh fuck yeah, bring them here," he says.

You mash them together around his cock and begin bouncing up and down on his petrified prick. It takes a few tries to get the technique down without his cock slipping free. It turns out it works best when Brad mashes your breasts together around his cock and you hold a hand across your cleavage, trapping his member between your soft titflesh. He fucks your tits until his cock is engorged almost to purple and weeping with precum.

You need him inside you. Quickly, your stand and turn, sitting in his lap and directing his well-lubed cock to your dripping slit. He feeds it between your tender lips with ease and you sit down fully, moaning with pleasure. You lean forward, your leg muscles doing the work as you bounce your ass on his lap, impaling yourself on his rigid length again and again.

"I'm going to cum," he gasps.

"Cum on my tits," you say and try to get up from his lap, but Brad won't allow it. He clamps his hands on your waist and slams his cock into you.

"Fuck," he grunts. "Oh yeah, take it. I'm going to...ahh...going to..."

"Yesss," you cry, got off-guard by your own orgasm suddenly rippling through your depth, stimulating his surging shaft with your inner walls.

Clamping and releasing him with your tightness, throbbing pleasure working from your pussy to the stars flashing behind your eyelids. You are dimly aware of Brad's twitching cock as he pumps yet another big load, this time into your churning depths. You recede from your orgasms together and sit back, kissing and fondling each other until you feel ready to separate. With a sweaty peel you get up from his lap, cum dripping out onto Perry's carpet beneath his desk.

"Now," you gasp, "I really need to finish. I'm almost done."

You and Brad clean up with paper towels form the break room and get dressed. Another ten minutes at Perry's computer and you have collected all the evidence you can of Haley's embezzling. You place the stacked evidence and your own sticky note on Perry's computer keyboard.

"HALEY IS A THIEF," reads the note. You sign it.

"Alright," you say to your husband. "Let's sleep for about a day."

It feels great to crawl into bed beside him, snuggling up tight and going almost instantly to sleep. In the morning he cooks you a pancake breakfast and you make love in the shower.

"I'm so sore," you complain as you towel off your breasts.

"Me too," he is still cleaning off in the shower. "I—"

The phone rings. It's Perry. He stopped into the office on a Saturday and saw what you left for him.

"I'm making you head of accounting," he says. "And any money we can recover from her accounts, I'll give you half."

"Thank you, Mr. Perry."

"No, Ms. Chase, thank you. I was blinded by, well, you know I think. You saved my company and I can never fully repay you that."

You return to the bedroom sporting an expression of dazed happiness. Brad is just stepping out of the master bathroom, a towel around his waist.

"What is it?"

"I was just," you shake your head to regain focus. "I was daydreaming about that big cock of yours."

You hook your finger into his towel and drag him towards the bed.

"Why don't we skip shopping and stay home? We can spend the afternoon in bed."

"Sounds boring," he says sarcastically, his eyes on the cleavage showing at the neck of your robe. "And I thought you said you were sore."

You unwrap his towel and drop it on the floor. You take hold of his cock as it begins to harden.

"Maybe I just need someone to rub me," you begin slowly stroking him, "in all the right ways."

"Ohhhhh," he moans as your lips tighten around the head of his cock. As you begin slowly bobbing your eager mouth on his freshly-washed cock he smiles and says, "I'm glad you came with me yesterday."

YOU MANAGED TO SAVE YOUR JOB, GET A PROMOTION AND SAVE YOUR MARRIAGE. THINGS COULD NOT HAVE WORKED OUT BETTER.