A meeting with Doe

You pick up the phone and dial Doe's extension. "Hello, Doe. Would you come to my office for a meeting? Our last meeting was too short, and I'd like to clear up a few points."

"I'd love to have a meeting with you. Did you solve that other issue you had?"

"Oh, yes. Ashley is well-taken care of. I look forward to our meeting. Bye."

"Bye."

You sit waiting for Doe unable to do anything else.

When she walks in the door, she turns and locks it. You both laugh. Then she walks toward you, unbuttoning her blouse and sliding her skirt off.

"Where were we?" she asks rhetorically.

"You were bouncing on my lap. I was about to fill you with warmth."

"Like this?" she says as she turns around in front of you and backs up to your lap.

You quickly drop your pants to the floor and guide her hips in. Her hand snakes forward and grips your stiffness and slides it inside her pussy. She sits on you, taking your full length.

You grab her breasts and pinch her nipples as she starts bouncing on you, pretty much exactly where you were when you were interrupted by Ashley.

"Yes, exactly like this," you says as you kiss and nibble at her neck.

"So, did you have a meeting like this with Ashley?" she asks, panting.

"Yes, I did. We came to an arrangement," You slide a hand down to play with Doe's clit. She moans appreciatively. "Then I helped Tom by interviewing three interns. I read their qualifications, then spearheaded the discussion. They each had something to bring to the table as well." Doe turns her head over her shoulder and you kiss her, your tongues waging love not war.

"You've been busy," she says when she breaks the kiss. "I'm glad you could get back to me. I missed taking your dictation."

You both remain quiet for awhile, just enjoying the fucking. Then Doe speeds up, panting harder. You thrust up as she bounces down, and then she clamps a hand over her mouth as she screams. Her body quivers and her cunt squeezes you hard and fast. She's not screaming now, but gives a little yelp with each muscular contraction. You growl into her shoulder as you spout like a fountain inside her tight pussy.

"What are you doing this evening, John? I think we might need to work on this project late into the night," Doe says, once she has her breath back.

"How about we start with dinner?" you ask.