Tell the person outside to wait

You scream at the person outside that you are with a client.

"Ok" a slight female voice answers.

The only chairs in the lobby are right outside your door. You've opted for thick walls and doors due to your frequent in-office sexual trysts, but as loud as you are, she'll no doubt be able to hear you.

You assure the man inside you that it's OK to continue. He begins to pump once again, this time with shallow cautious strokes. You urge your stallion on with another slap to his thigh. At your insistence, he penetrates you more aggressively. He's driving his whole length in with every stroke but it isn't enough. You slap him again. This time, he slaps your ass back, leaving a bright red hand print. Your squeal turns to a wild laugh as he finally gets the hint and gives you the pounding you want. You're hyperventilating now, and squealing with every other thrust. The forceful pounding of his hips on your ass is splattering your juices like a fan over the front of your desk. Your cries get louder and you remember the girl sitting right outside, listening to you. You imagine her listening, watching, maybe touching herself through her skirt. You aren't just screaming from the pleasure of the dick filling your tight pussy, you're screaming out to this girl, hoping she's as turned on as you are.

That thought sends you over the edge. Your face splays against the desk top as orgasm consumes you. You yell in near anguish at the pleasure and the man stops his thrusting, unsure of whether to be proud or horrified of his achievement. You are sure the girl outside heard you.

You catch your breath and realize he hasn't cum yet. You're surprised someone so obviously inexperienced has such stamina but you aren't complaining. You've never met a man who could outlast you. The man stands there dumbly until you stand up, throbbing cock still buried in your dripping pussy, and grab his tie, drawing his face over your shoulder to yours. Without releasing your grip, you begin hop up and down. You ask him to jump for you. He starts bouncing. With each collision his stiff rod spears you. His pace quickens until he's jack hammering you with manic strokes You're back on the edge, moaning loudly with every slam of his hips. His hands are searching your chest, freeing your breasts, and enthusiastically gripping them, using them as a handle to quicken his strokes.

His fingers drift over a nipple. You tell him to pinch it. You slap his thigh and tell him to pinch it harder. He's wrenching both nipples. You're crying out at the top of your lungs in near tears from the pleasure. Suddenly your man stops, lurches, and grunts. You let go of him, and sit on the edge of your desk. You pound your pussy with your fingers while you watch his cum spray out of his cock. The first shot erupts all the way to his chin before subsequent bursts spurt harmlessly into the carpet. If you weren't so horny, you might have laughed yourself out of an orgasm. Instead, your furious finger work pays off and you are rewarded with a second climax. You lie back on the desk with a sigh, rubbing your inflamed nipples as a warm smile drifts across your face.

The man is shaking out of his own orgasmic fugue. He looks around in a panic searching for something to clean himself with. You hand him some wipes and join him in a little hygiene.

As you clean some of the girl cum from the etching on the front of your desk he asks, "Are you sure I can't have a job?"