The energy in the room was high, as the celebration wrapped up. Pam had hand-picked ten of us to work on a new lucrative initiative for the bank. It took a year to put together and implement. This was our final meeting with the team, ending with a small bank-approved celebration.
“Way to go, everyone!” Pam said in her usual confident tone. “This was big and we exceeded every goal. Great teamwork!” Pam was a vice president at the bank and my boss for the last three years. She loved to be up in front as the center of attention, especially to give one of her pep talk speeches.
No one seems to mind when she’s up in front. She’s liked, and easy to look at. She’d never admit it, but I think she loves catching men or women stealing a second look, offering a wink as an added prize. At only 5’2”, she has a petite, fit body. She takes care of herself and clearly cares about her appearance. Her brunette hair falls past her shoulders, framing her tanned face and sparkling hazel eyes. Barely in proportion to the rest of her body, she has large, round tits and a great ass. Her ass and legs are usually accentuated by her just-barely-long-enough skirts and tall heels she likes to wear. She looks at least a dozen years younger than her early-fifties rumored age.
As a nice touch, Pam catered handmade specialty cupcakes as a celebratory thank you to end the meeting, from Katie’s Cakery. The cupcakes were almost as beautiful as the tall, blond caterer, a friend of Pam’s daughter Ashley. I smiled watching Mark, one of the team members do his best to hide his desire to sink more than his teeth into what she was offering. It didn’t help that the caterer wore a short, white, lace top that accentuated her braless 34Cs. Her small, jean shorts showcased her endless, fit legs. Her sparkling blue eyes and friendly, broad smile lit up the room.
“That’s it, everyone. Thanks again,” Pam announced, bringing the meeting and workday to an official close.
“Hey Pam, a few of us are headed to The Irish for drinks. Want to join us?” Brittany asked as she passed Pam on her way to the door. “We’re going to continue the party there.”
“I’d love to, but have something that needs my attention before I get out of here today.”
“Join us when you’re done.”
Pam smiled at the invitation. “Thanks, Brittany. Have one for me.”
Like a pied-piper, Brittany led a small group of us toward the door. I started to text my fiancé to meet me at The Irish, to join us for the party.
“Jefferson, before you leave, I want to get your eyes on something. Would you mind?” Pam asked.
“Not at all,” I answered as if I had a choice. I changed the text to my fiancé to “rall.” Over the last few months, it had become shorthand with my fiancé for “running a little late.” I had no doubt about what Pam wanted me to get my eyes on. I felt like Pavlov’s dog by the way my cock instantly responded to her request.
“Great. My office.”
Pam and I walked down the hall and took the elevator to the C-Level. She stepped in front of the elevator camera as we ascended, hiding the view of her petite hand reaching back for a risky grope of the front of my pants. “It’s been a good day, celebrating our team win. There’s only one way to finish it right.” She squeezed her fingers with a firm grip.
“Only seems right,” I answered.
Pam smiled.
“Mind if I ask you a question?” I asked, taking advantage of the moment of privacy.
“What is it?”
“I’ve noticed some layoffs in other areas of the bank. Any reason for me to be concerned?”
“There are cuts going on everywhere,” she admitted. “With the way this team performed though, I think everyone on it is safe. Of course, you get a bonus opportunity to perform to secure your place here,” she teased with another grasp of my crotch.
As we stepped out of the elevator, the executive level was vacated and mostly dark, except now for Pam’s office. “Close and lock the door,” she ordered, as I followed her in. She turned around and took off her blue suit coat, revealing an elegant, sheer white camisole. The small black strapless underwire shelf bra beneath displayed her mostly naked, ample, round tits impressively. She had been waiting all day for this moment. She smiled lustfully at my brown eyes, then down my semi-muscular, six-foot body. “Fuck me like this win deserves,” she said.
I smiled back as I took my sports coat off and loosened my tie. I moved in, taking her in my arms, and leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head, averting the kiss, forcing my lips to settle for her neck. I pulled her top off and unzipped her short skirt down the back. The blue skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in her sexy lace shelf bra, matching thong, and blue four-inch heels.
“Oh, fuck,” I said admiringly, at her nearly naked body. “Such a gorgeous whore.” She made it clear in my first months of servicing her that her arousal always grows with dirty talk. It was something no one else at the bank had any way of knowing, except maybe her previous bosses.
“Then fuck me like one,” she shot back.
I turned her around and laid her over the large thick armrest of an oversized leather chair, adjacent to a matching couch. Her face was buried into the cushion. Her ass was up. I spanked it.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” she said, her voice muffled by the leather.
I spanked her again as my feet spread her short, tan legs. Her perfect round small ass reddened with another, before moving my fingers down, past her asshole, to her already moist, warm pussy lips. Her ass gyrated at my touch. She had planned and waited for this part of the celebration all week, with intensifying anticipation all day. Her pussy betrayed her desire.
I stroked her soft folds, moving back and forth across the length of her womanhood. Her ass gyrated from my touch, further pressing her clit against the firm armrest. I pulled the tiny lace between her ass cheeks over.
“Fuck, yes,” she repeated. “Faster.”
I obliged, responding to the movement of her body.
“Yes, like that!” her muffled voice demanded. “Harder!”
I caressed her small round ass while stroking her, occasionally intensifying her senses with another spank. Her body responded even more strongly than usual. She moaned. Her ass gyrated, as her body squirmed with pleasure.
At just the right moment, I pushed my two long middle fingers into her wet cunt.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Yes. Harder, Jefferson!”
I smiled, as my muscular fingers fucked her desperate pussy. As I did, her whole body moved back and forth with my piston-like motion. Her erect nipples rubbed against the smooth leather of the cushion, unprotected from the exposure of her shelf bra. Her arousal heightened from the stimulation.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” she squealed. Her petite tan body quaked. “Harder, Jefferson!”
I obliged.
Her ass instantly bucked on top of the thick armrest. My fingers and hands became drenched with her juices, only encouraging me to stretch her climax out.
While my right hand continued to fuck her, I reached up with the left to begin unbuttoning my shirt. I quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my pants, with impressive one-handed skill. As her climax quieted, I knew she was not done. Nor was I. I pulled my shirt off, and let my pants drop around my ankles. I kicked my shoes off. I pulled my boxers down and stepped out of both, removing my socks off with them. My cock stood hard and tall as a mast.
Pam was still breathing hard, catching her breath, strewn over the broad leather armrest.
I reached down and pinched her bra closure, causing the two straps to spring in both directions. I took hold of her hips and picked her up like a rag-doll, turning her so we were face to face.
She wrapped her legs playfully around my waist and offered a seductive bite of her lip. She knew exactly what I was going to do next.