A flirtatious encounter

Jessa’s eyes widened when she heard the sharp click of heels growing louder down the hallway. She pulled off my cock with a wet, reluctant pop, a thick strand of spit still connecting her lips to the head. For a second she just stared at it, breathing hard, clearly not wanting to stop.

“She’s almost here,” she whispered, voice hoarse.She hesitated, then forced herself to stand. With one last longing glance at my slick, throbbing cock, she slipped out the side door just as the footsteps reached the main entrance.

I barely had time to zip up and shove my chair back into place. Papers were straightened, the desk cleared, the room forced into looking professional again - except for one thing. My cock was still rock-hard, jutting out thick and heavy through my open fly, glistening with Jessa’s spit. There was no time left to hide it.

The door opened. Angela walked in like she owned the place. Tall, confident, and radiating arrogance in a perfectly tailored suit. Her eyes swept over the office, then over me, but somehow completely missed the thick cock standing out in the open. She didn’t even glance down. Instead of taking the chair, she perched herself on the edge of my desk, crossing her legs slowly.

The movement made her skirt ride up her thighs. She leaned forward just enough to give a calculated view of her cleavage and smiled. “Ready to talk about the merger?” she asked, voice smooth and full of confidence. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

She trailed a finger along the edge of the desk, eyes locked on mine.“I have a feeling this partnership is going to go deep,” she continued, her tone dripping with suggestion. “I don’t like superficial deals. When I commit, I commit all the way.” She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, giving another deliberate flash of thigh.

“I want this merger sealed today. No pulling out at the last minute.” Her smile widened. “I expect full commitment… and I expect you to keep up.”She leaned in a little closer, voice dropping just enough to feel intimate.“I’ve reviewed everything carefully. I’m ready when you are. Just say the word and we can start the real negotiations.”Angela shifted on the desk, resting one hand on her knee and slowly sliding it a few inches higher, as if daring me to notice.

“I’ve always preferred a hands-on approach,” she said lightly. “Some people like to take things slow… ease into it. I find that boring. When I see something I want, I take it.” She tilted her head, studying my face with a confident little smirk.

“You look a bit tense. Don’t be. By the time we’re finished, I plan on making sure both of us are completely satisfied. I don’t leave my partners wanting.”Her eyes flicked down for half a second - still somehow missing my exposed cock - then back up to my face.

“I’ve been thinking about this merger for a while,” she went on. “About how well our interests align. How easily I could take control if I wanted to… or how good it might feel to let someone else take the lead for once.”She gave a soft, throaty little laugh.“Not that I usually do that. But for the right partner? I might be willing to… open things up.”Angela leaned forward even more, her blouse shifting just enough to show the lace edge of her bra.

“So,” she said, voice low and smooth, “are you going to sit there staring, or are you finally going to show me what you can do?”Her arrogance only made the heat in my gut sharper. She kept talking, completely oblivious to the fact that my cock was twitching right in front of her, still slick and throbbing from Jessa’s throat. I stood up.

Before she could finish her next flirtatious remark, I grabbed both of her tits through her blouse and shoved her backward across the desk…A surprised gasp left her lips. Papers went flying. I yanked her skirt up, found the thin lace of her panties, and ripped them clean off in one hard pull. The fabric tore with a sharp sound.

“What the-!” I didn’t let her finish. I lined up and drove my cock into her in one brutal stroke. Angela’s back arched hard off the desk. A broken, high-pitched cry tore out of her throat as my full length stretched her open. She was tight - tighter than I remembered - and the sudden rough entry clearly shocked her.I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, burying every inch of my foot-long cock inside her on every thrust.

The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking me filled the office. Her expensive heels kicked in the air. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto, knocking the phone and a stack of folders off the desk. In my anger I grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open.

Buttons scattered across the wood. Her bare tits spilled free, bouncing hard with every rough thrust. I gripped them, squeezing as I pounded into her, watching them swing and jiggle from the force. Angela’s arrogant expression was long gone. Her mouth hung open, eyes glassy, pure shock and overwhelming sensation written across her face.

Every deep stroke punched a broken moan out of her. She tried to say something - maybe protest, maybe beg - but all that came out were choking gasps.I fucked her harder.The desk shook beneath us. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around me as I bottomed out again and again, forcing her to take the full length she usually only got in careful, shallow strokes.

Today there was no holding back.Her orgasm hit her like a truck. Angela’s whole body seized. A loud, helpless cry ripped from her throat as her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing and gushing around my cock. Her legs trembled violently in the air. For a moment her eyes rolled back and her mouth stayed open in a silent scream, like she was right on the edge of blacking out from the intensity.

I didn’t stop. Even as she came undone beneath me, I kept thrusting deep and rough, chasing my own pleasure, using her spasming body while she twitched and whimpered through the aftershocks.

I was far from done with her.