His Assistant's desk empty, his office dark, but..

Ray Parker hustled down the hall of his struggling company, his tie fluttering to his side as he near-jogged down the deathly silent halls. The company CEO hoped and prayed nobody had come looking for him and read the explicit words he had inadvertently left on the seventeen inch screen. He silently cursed the day he had turned off the screensaver function. It had been so annoying at the time, to have the screen change if he stopped work for a few minutes. Now, he wished he had never done it. It could have saved much embarrassment.

He finally reached the doors to the offices of his and his assistant. Breathing heavily from too much work and too little exercise, Ray stepped into the office of Allison Armstrong, his assistant.

He looked around her work area. It looked as if she had already left for the day. Her desk blotter was clear, and everything was just so, pencils and pens neatly in their holder. Not that it wouldn't be at any other time of day. Allison was always organized and well-prepared. That's why he loved her so as an assistant. She was everything the harried executive could not be. It was chaos during her maternity leave. Though the temp was competent, not to mention equipped with a great set of knockers, she was no Allison.
He thought that was one reason the company seemed to be on an upturn. With his girl Friday to cover the day-to-day logistics, he could spend more time with more serious issues.

Or just sit back and read triple X e-mail from one of your most dedicated employees. Ray looked at the recently added photo front and center on her desk. It showed her happy husband lifting the newborn to the camera. Could this devoted wife and mother really be the one sending such raunchy electronic messages to him?

'Who else could it be?' he asked himself. He was sure the earlier suspects were telling the truth when they denied their involvement. He needed to solve this nagging mystery today, or he never would be able to sleep tonight. He pulled out his cellular phone and hit speed dial for Allison. He may still be able to catch her before she left the parking lot.

It surprised Ray to hear the digital melody of Allison's phone right below him. He looked in the well of her desk and saw her handbag there, her little silver phone in the outside pocket.

The company president heaved a sigh of relief. She hadn't left yet, and would surely come back for her bag, though it was odd she didn't take her phone with her if she went to another office. He smiled, more at ease. 'Just like my Allison, still hard at work long after everybody else has packed up!'

While he waited for the pretty brunette's return, Ray decided he had better clear that e-mail. For the first time, he noticed his office lights were turned off. He stepped towards the doorway. He could still see the light emanating from his monitor in the otherwise dark room. Allison must have been ready to close up and walk out when she was summoned away.

Ray Parker did a classic doubletake when he realized Allison was seated in his desk chair. She wasn't really seated, though. It was more of a reclining position, her hazel eyes focused on the computer monitor's information, her aristocratic facial features contorted in pleasure.

Ray was sure he could even see the adulterous text mirrored in the frameless glasses she wore, mainly for reading. And she was getting an eyeful now.

The CEO stood in the shadows, watching as his assistant seemed to whisper the words on the screen as she read the text. Her burgundy blazer was folded wide open, her lacy cream-colored blouse unbuttoned enough to afford her right hand entrance inside her left bra cup. He could see her fingers working the flesh of her tit as she read and reread what was before her. Her other hand appeared to be busy just out of sight below the keyboard. He could just imagine what was going on down there, and he did, pulling at his renewed erection from inside his pants' pocket. He had to have her. He reached for the wall's light switch.

Once again the small office was filled with fluorescent light. Ray watched in delight as Allison turned to him and stared aghast, jumping up from the chair, sending it crashing into the wall behind her. Her mouth just opened and closed, nothing coming out, as she tried to pull down her clingy burgundy skirt. Ray caught a glimpse of garter and hose before she managed to right her tight little skirt. 'It's always the quiet ones!' he thought to himself as he stepped up to the desk.

"Find some interesting reading, Miss Armstrong?" he asked with a wolfish grin as he stepped behind her, in front of the rolled-away chair.

"I..I was just curious what.." Allison managed to **** out as she turned her head to face her boss, not able to look him in the eyes.

Ray Parker interrupted her. "You are responsible for this, aren't you Allison?" he asked, rubbing his hands on her blazer sleeves.

"Yessir. I didn't think you'd mind if.." she bleated, shivering under his touch.

"Mind, baby?" I'm flattered and touched! Not to mention extremely, extremely excited!" Ray purred in her ear as he rubbed against the soft fabric of her business suit.

Allison looked back at him again, confused, but not a little bit aroused herself at being pinned behind the desk of this handsome, hard-working executive. She hadn't been feeling too pretty lately, what with dealing with baby, diapers and all. And to have her generous boss all over her, his cock poking her ass, well..

"I know we're both married, and have kids, but if we just have this one time.." Ray said, trying to rationalize what he was about to do, sliding his right hand inside Allison's bra to replace hers. He nibbled at her earlobe as he whispered to her.

"What you sent made me so hot. I was a walking hardon all day. Bend over the keyboard and read that e-mail while I fuck you silly!" Ray said, ever more horny and insistent. "Pretend it's dick-tation if you have to!"

Allison felt his hand leave her sensitized left nipple and join it's mate at her tight round ass as he worked the slippery material of her skirt upwards. She did as instructed, her massive mammaries pressed against the keyboard as she bent at a right angle.

Ray sighed as he saw his assistant's delightfully round, taut assglobes come into view as he layered her skirt over the small of her back.The cream-colored garters framed them nicely. All that hid those prized cheeks was the delicate satin and lace of her cream-colored panties. He made short work of them.

Allison couldn't believe the unbridled passion of the man as he ripped open his pants and drew the long, dripping length of his hard cock from his boxers' fly. Despite herself, she drooled at the sight. He then tore her silken finery from her hips and threw it on the floor. Dutifully, she pried her eyes away and read from the screen, her voice echoing her passion.

Allison started slowly, but quickly warmed to the task, already practically knowing the words by heart.

"I like to think about you when I masturbate," she read, slipping a hand down between her legs. I pull my big stiff nipples and think about your cock ramming my pussy.." she felt Ray slide his cock against her now dripping pussylips. She continued. "..think about you ramming me hatd. I like to fuck doggystyle. Do you?"

"Yeah, doggy style, right up this ass I've adored lo these many years," Ray growled,interrupting her as he pushed his drooling cock in the unused space of her tight asshole. He humped like a backalley dog all the way into her ass, until his wiry cockhair tickled the smooth eggshell globes.

"Oh, Ray, yes! Fuck my ass!" Allison cried, fingering herself to climax below him as she enjoyed his poundings, her nipples sore as they were battered over the hard plastic keys below them. Her face was now pushed against the tube of themonitor, the heat of the words literally searing her cheek.

Ray followed his assistant's advice and continued to hammer until jizz exploded deep into her bowels. They continued to climax, locked together, cum dribbling out Allison's ass, staining her pretty garter belt.

"Is there anything you aren't good at?" Ray cooed to his assistant as they clung tightly, basking in the afterglow of great sex.

As they pulled apart and sorted themselves out, Ray glanced at the clock.

"SHIT! EIGHT O'CLOCK!" he near-screamed. "I'm gonna catch hell from the wife if I don't get home soon!"

Allison rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "You go. I'll get things cleaned up!" She felt a little guilty now, especially as far as his wife was concerned.

Ray just smiled at her and shook his head. "You truly are a Godsend, Allison!" he said, giving her a peck on the cheek before he sped out the door for the parking lot.

Minutes later, Ray pulled into the drive of his suburban home. It was curiously dark. Normally, it was a beehive of activity, with all the kids finally all in one place. An anxiety attack hit him. What if Allison, or one of the others had a change of heart and called ? Was it Splitsville for him?