A personal one

Ashleigh's boss Mark was a thirty-something hunk who had been going through a tough time. His divorce from his unfaithful wife, which had dragged on for the past few months, had finally gone through. The stress of the court battle had exacerbated Mark's workaholic nature. His plight with his whore of a wife had elicited a lot of sympathy from the female staff. Mark could have gotten back at his wife's cheating ways countless times over if he would do something besides obsess over whatever current account needed the most attention.

Ashleigh planned to use Mark's disposition against him and wind up getting **** on her own cheating partner. As the hot blonde exited the elevator, Mark looked up from a stack of paperwork and did a double-take. "Ashleigh, I thought I said you didn't have to follow the dress code today?"

Ashleigh smiles as she walks over and puts a reassuring hand on Mark's shoulder. "I knew you would be following it and didn't want to seem out of place."

Mark gulped. "Yes, well... As you know, the sticking point of the Harrison account is the..."

He paused for a minute as he felt Ashleigh's warm breath run along the nape of his neck. Oh yes, you will be quite the upgrade to Chris. And who better to sympathize with my issues with my philandering boyfriend than a guy who just got rid of a woman who had fucked half her own office staff?

"Sorry I was... your cologne... it's a nice scent," the flirty girl said as she allowed the curve of her chest to brush against Mark's upper arm. "Please continue."

Mark stumbled through the issues that they were having with the account. Ashleigh made a show of being distracted and not paying attention to Mark's explanation. "Ashleigh, we have to get through this."

"Sorry, Mark. I..." She said, looking off in the distance before trailing off.

Mark gave the young intern a look of concern. "What's wrong? Are you're parents, ok?"

"Boyfriend problems," Ashleigh said, looking sad.

"Oh, that sucks," Mark said, turning his full attention to his downtrodden intern.

"I just don't understand," Ashleigh sobbed, starting her routine. "I come home and find him with a..."

"Yeah, it sucks." Mark empathized, handing her handkerchief. "Look, if there is one thing I've found from being in the same situation as you, it's that you have cut them off and move on. You can't hope they'll change and be the person you want them to be. Because honestly, they were never truly that person, to begin with."

"Easier said than done," Ashleigh replied, dabbing her eyes with a cotton cloth. "They already have someone lined up to move on with, and you're stuck alone."

"That's the catch, isn't it, the fear of being alone," Mark said, resting a reassuring hand on Ashleigh's knee.

The blonde smiled as she felt Mark's strong hand caress her leg. "Tell me, have you taken your own advice? Found someone new?"

Mark hesitated for a brief second. "No, I haven't had the time I'm always here."

Ashleigh laid her hand on top of Mark's and then looked into his bright blue eyes. "Well, I'm here. We could help each other out."

"Uh... I don't... I mean... I'm your boss..." Mark stuttered.

Ashleigh scooted closer her face inches from Marks. "I'm just an intern. Once this six-month program is over I'll be in graduate school. Honestly, it's like I'm not an employee at all."

"There would be talk," Mark said.

"Let them," Ashleigh replied as she brushed her lips against Mark's.

Mark grabbed Ashleigh around the waist and lifted her onto the board room table. Papers flew as he kissed the young intern with fiery passion. Ashleigh grabbed the front of Mark's shirt and yanked hard; buttons clattered on the oak top as she raked her fingernails down his rim chest.

"Grrrr," Mark grunted as Ashleigh's nails tore at his flesh. "You little minx!"

Ashleigh yipped as Mark leaned in and bit her neck. His hands slid the pencil skirt up her hips revealing the sexy panties she worn just for this occasion. She reached and ruined the ruin of his dress shirt as she felt his finger slip inside the silk material of her undergarment.

"Ohhhhh," Ashleigh moaned. Mark's fingertips were tracing the outside of her labia while his lips hungrily met hers. Their tongues danced together as the divorcee pushed his young temptress down onto her back. Ashleigh back arched, raising her hips, trying to **** the older man's digits to penetrate her.

Ashleigh quickly unbuttoned her top, and Mark took the hint to remove her blouse and undo her bra. Ashleigh's milky white breasts came into view, and The sight of Ashleigh's amazing tits brought a smile to Mark's face. His mouth darted down and took a nipple between his teeth. He licked and nibbled at her breast while his finger slid inside her wet slit.

"Enough teasing," Ashleigh panted as she writhed on the desk. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

Mark didn't answer. He quickly unzipped his pants and freed his already rigid cock. Ashleigh grinned as she admired his size. Much bigger than Chris.

Mark grab a fistful of Ashleigh's panties before ripping them off in one mighty yank. Now he was in the throws of animalistic desire. Mark pulled her hips to the edge of the heavy oaken table and lined his cock up with her exposed pink pussy. With a violent thrust, Mark buried himself inside the young girl.

Quickly the two lovers developed a frenzied rhythm. The sound of wet flesh slapping together along with grunts and the scraping of the wooden table legs along the tile floor filled the empty office.

"Gonna... Gonna cum," Mark warned.

"On my tits," Ashleigh answered.

Mark pulled himself out of Ashleigh's greedy hole. He reached down and pumped a couple of times before spurting rope after rope of semen across Ashleigh flat stomach and heaving chest.

Finally, both collapsed on a table, a mess of torn clothes, sweat, and bodily fluids.

"Guess I've created more work for you?" Ashleigh joke.

"It's ok," Mark replied. "In case you haven't heard, I'm a workaholic."