Lisa under your desk.

You sit down and start to turn your chair under your desk when you hear a soft giggle and look down. Lisa is crouched under your desk, completely naked, grinning at you salaciously.

"Good morning Mr. Chandler. I hope you didn't think I was late for work. I got here especially early to be ready for you when you got here." She squeezes her pierced nipples and pouts prettily at you.

"Very enterprising of you Lisa. I thought I was going to have to spank you for being late."

"Ooooo," she coos. "Maybe you should spank me anyway, just to encourage me."

"Later. Since you didn't bring in my morning coffee, maybe you can think of something to replace it."

"I'll try sir," she purrs, rubbing your inner thighs and pushing them apart, her eyes never leaving yours. She nuzzles your hardening cock through your pants and finds your zipper, pulling it down with her teeth, her eyes gleaming at you. She frees your cock and licks the head teasing you, then spits in her hand and rubs it between her soft breasts. Smiling, she squeezes her lovely orbs around your hardening meat, rubbing and stroking you, bending her head to lick at the tip as she fucks you with her tits. She rubs her fingers over her pierced nipples, moaning, her breathing deepening.

"Mmmm, I love the feel of your cock between my tits. Do you want to come this way, sir? Come all over my tits, paint me with your cream?" She's panting, looking in your face as she tit-fucks you, wriggling her body in excitement. The heat of her breasts around your cock, lubricated by her spit, and the aroma of her arousal is working hard on your libido, drowning your mind in an wave of overpowering lust. You think of seizing her and fucking her in every hole she has, but the feel of her tits around your cock overpowers you. You thrust between her lush pierced orbs in a frantic need to come, grunting your need as she drools down her cleavage to provide more lube.

She purrs and mews at you, urging you to come. As your cock swells and throbs she pulls back and pumps your cock, directing your spunk over her chest and tits, giggling as you empty yourself on her. As your spasms subside she leans forward and licks the last droplets of come off your cock, then sucks it clean, looking up at you with her mouth full of your meat, then pulling off you, giving a little moan of satisfaction.

"Oooo, that was hot," she grins as she rubs a finger in the cream on her tits and licks it off, her eyes flashing at you. "Do you want me to clean up sir, or would you rather I leave it on so you can smell yourself on me all day, remind you how you marked me as yours?"

"Leave it on," you say. "Now go get me coffee. And be back an hour after that with your pussy wet and ready."

"Mmmmmm, yes Mr. Chandler. I'm yours to command," she smiles as she climbs out from under your desk and starts to dress. Picking up her panties she smiles, then tucks them in your shirt pocket. "Could you keep these for me, sir. I don't think I'll be needing them the rest of the day."