Keep fucking

You grab her shoulders and start pulling her body forcefully toward you as you thrust into her sloppy cunt. Her whole body shakes with the impact of your bodies; she is moaning and growling pretty loud.

"Yes, fill me. Fuck! Fuck! Your big meat feels so good in me," she says lustily. You are really hammering her hard, while at the same time trying to think about other things until she comes. The sight of her ass jiggling and her tits mashed against the desk aren't helping any.

You feel the surge of your climax coming and speed up the pace. Becky throws her head back and lets out a low groan. You can't hold back anymore; you slam hard into her and your spunk shoots into the depths of her body. The sensation of your hot cum inside her sends her over the edge. Your cock gets squeezed hard by her pussy muscles. Interestingly, she is silent as she comes, except for little squeaks when you hit bottom.

You both relax and your cock slips from her sex. She stands up, and you pull your dick back into pants, zipping quickly. She wiggles her body, and her skirt and shirt fall easily into place; you wipe the small puddle of jism off the edge of the desk. She gives you a quick, yet hot, kiss on the mouth, before she moves to the mail cart.

The door swings open, and Ms. Jones walks into the room. "Hello, John. Who is this?" she asks. She is wearing a conservative woman's business suit with a knee length skirt, but instead of a blouse under the suit jacket, she has a lacey red camisole. She is showing a good amount of cleavage; she looks great in it.

"This is Becky, and this is her first day. I'm just showing her the ropes this week," you answer. Luckily, it appears that Alice hasn't noticed that you two are breathing heavily and rather flushed. If she'd come in just one minute earlier, she would have caught you fucking on her desk.

"Welcome to the company, Becky. I hope you enjoy working here," the marketing V.P. says somewhat automatically.

"Oh, I already do, Ms. Jones," Becky replies with a hint of a wicked smile that Alice doesn't catch, but you do.

"Well, we've got more deliveries to do. Have a good day, Ms. Jones," you say, urging Becky out of the office. Once outside, you breathe a sigh of relief, and she giggles quietly.

As you walk along with her and she pushes the mail cart, she whispers, "That was fun. See, I told you we wouldn't get caught."

You are pretty sure this woman is going to get you into trouble in the next week, but you think it will be awfully fun along the way.