A maiden caller

I changed back once Ashley was out of sight and returned to work. Sharon and I continued working on the presentation, though she was acting a bit hurt about not being invited to lunch. I looked into her mind to see how my original adjustments to her had evolved with time, and saw, that, not only did she find me sexy, but she had decided she wanted to add the title of 'Mrs. Mallory' to her resume, her mind rationalizing that of course she wouldn't sleep with me just as career advancement, but as a lead in to more. It was a natural reaction, especially given her upbringing (in terms of reconciling my earlier adjustments with her personality and world view). I had removed her ability to notice I was already married as that would have added too much of a roadblock on her relationship with me (even though I course she had met Charlie and the kids at the Christmas party, but she simply couldn't put 2 and 2 together). I considered dialing back her thoughts, maybe even backing off all together as this might be getting too serious. but what if I let her think I was a prime candidate for marriage, dangle the carrot and see if an how she would bite. It could be fun seeing try to earn her wedding ring. I wondered what she would do, and if it got too much I could always pull out later.

We had been working while I did this (well, she had been working, having the conversation with air that she would have had with me, things moving around and writing themselves as I would have done had I been paying attention to her words instead of her inner thoughts). Our work done, I suggested that we knock off for the day, but before we left I asked her how things were going with her ex-husband, showing interest I knew she was liking in her personal life and especially focused (in her mind) on how wrapped up her former relationship was. "I'm really sorry to see anyone go through this," I said sympathetically as she told me about how hard it was winding down her marriage.

"Maybe I can do a little something to make you feel better," I said, and she grinned, thinking she had baited the hook nicely (if only she knew). I motioned for her to get down and she knelt between my legs, and in a moment my cock was in her mouth for the first time in the office. She ran her lips up and down the shaft and sucked me hard for several minutes, then I lifted her head and motioned for her to get up on my desk. She hiked her skirt up to her waist as I pulled down her panties, laying across the desk. She thought I meant to go right in, but this was me 'making her feel better', so I instead got down and began licking the juices that poured out of her pussy as her ass squirmed on the mahogany, the excitement of doing it at her place of employment turning her on (I had dialed down any worries she had about getting caught enough that she would do this, but not so much it didn't excite her to be taking the 'risk'). Soon she was coming loudly enough to alert building security if I hadn't long since made everyone oblivious to anything sexual going on in my office (I had done this so I could jerk off to porn at work, but it covered this contingency just as well).

I stood up and entered her in one hard stroke before she could come down, drawing a quick intake of breath. "Oh, yes," She whimpered. I stroked standing over her for a while, enjoying the view as her fully clothed tits shook with my fucking, then I lowered myself onto the desktop with her and slammed her harder and harder as I worked to my climax. Her legs came up and closed around me as she breathed deeply, her breath a roar in my ear, her hands gripping me head and pulling me down so she was nestled in the crook of my neck. She came again, grunting as each wave of pleasure passed through her body, her pussy tightening around my cock and sucking me dry as I was pressed deep inside her.

"Tom, thank you for helping me get through this. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't met you." I kissed her. "I'm so glad I got this job. Anything I can do for you, just ask. Anything," she added, passion in her eyes, implication not at all veiled. We put ourselves back together, Sharon worrying more than me about how fucked she looked. I walked her out, enjoying her seeming to interpret every look that remotely strayed in our direction as a sign that we had been heard, and she snuck a quick kiss as she got in her car. I headed home as well; it had been a busy day.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil