Hope, Lena, and I were sitting at The Coffee Being drinking coffee before starting work. No, not that kind of work. I’ve always hated that working girls are, well, paid prostitutes. There are a lot more girls, women that work at office jobs, clerks, and executives, than that kind of working girl. 

There, I got that over. 

Hope owns Hope’s Boutique, a women's dress shop downtown, and she was complaining about a few of her customers that buy clothes, wear them once, and return them; unfortunately, they’re her best customers. 

I was sitting there commiserating with her about that kind of customer when Ira walked in. He’s been my dream ever since he was transferred into our building. Tall, well-built, and good-looking, all in one package. All that, and I heard he had a cock to die for. Yum, yum, he’s good enough to eat. 

When he got his coffee, he glanced at me and smiled and said, “Hi Erica, don’t be late. That sweater looks,” He hesitated before saying, “Especially good on you. Um, it really compliments…uh, your coloring.”

I looked down, and the most conspicuous thing I saw was the way it emphasized my boobs. I could feel my nipples tighten and become more prominent.

Well, he’s a guy, so...

Hope was the first to comment, “Did he really say that? You know him, what, from work?”

Lena piped in, “I wish he worked with me; that would make the bank a lot more visually interesting.”

After a bit, I looked at the time, and it was getting close to time to leave. That’s when I looked at them and said, “I’ve wanted to get to know him.” I grinned at them before saying, “If you know what I mean. But, um, I’m just not confident enough to push things.”

Hope looked at Lena and leered at me. “What do you think, Lena? Shall we make her do it? How long has it been for her?” 

Lena responded, saying, “Maybe we should send him a text that Erica wants him to screw her. What do you think?”

I rolled my eyes at them and said, “Yeah, right. That would work, not. Don’t try that shit, please.” 

At work, I reviewed some reports before sending them off, and when I took a break, Ira was there together with Cora and Eric. It was clear they were an item and were busy sitting on one chair. He had her tits in his mouth, sucking them. It wasn’t common seeing this, but then three weeks ago I’d seen Kara, vice president of HR, being fucked on the break table. 

God, working for a porn company can be entertaining.

“Ira, let’s go into my office; I’ve seen this movie too many times already.”

He nodded his head and said, “I think I’d prefer more privacy, wouldn’t you?”

On our way into my office, I told my assistant I was going to be tied up for a while and hold any calls. I exchanged grins with Sally, took his hand, and led him inside. I closed the door, and I locked it behind us. I enjoy being a voyeur but hate exhibitionism. Well, by me at least.

“So, you like my sweater. Do you?”

“Actually, I don't, Erica. I prefer you without it.” Then he pulled it off me. He kissed me, exploring my mouth. I reached up and pulled him closer. “Yes, umm, yes.”

He moved his kisses to my neck while I was unbuttoning his shirt. His hand started pulling my bra off my tits when he changed his mind and unfastened it instead. That’s when I said, “Oh yes, Ira, that’s what I wanted.”

He’s one of those guys that wears a stubble beard, and it felt so erotic against my cheek that my pussy started getting wet. I got his shirt unbuttoned and off him, and then his undershirt. 

At that point, we both were working on trouser buttons, and I was first. He was starting to kiss my boobs, and his stubble was on my against them. I was enjoying the sensations so much that I lost track of what I was trying to do for him when I felt him unzip my trousers and pull them down. “Yes, Ira, I…” He took control of my mouth and my tits and all I could do was bask in the sensations he was providing me.

I was naked in front of him, and all I could say was, “God, God, Ira. Oh, Ira, please.” I couldn’t even think about what I wanted him to do. 

All I could think about was, I can’t stop him from doing anything. Until I realized there wasn’t anything I didn't want him to do to me. 

He stopped caressing and kissing me and finished undressing.me, then he just looked me over and said, “Erica, now I can do anything I want, can’t I?”

I squirmed and replied, “What do you want to do now that you have me?”

“Humm, well, I think you look good enough to eat.” He grinned at me and lifted me onto my desk. 

This is the first time I’ve taken advantage of this corporate perk. Hmm, I wonder if Ira is a frequent flier? Well, if I’m going to, let’s make it worthwhile, okay, Erica?

“Ira, I want the whole nine-yard experience. Um, intense is what I’m needing. Please.”

I didn’t know what I wanted—just more. 

“You want intense; I’ll give you intense. Don’t worry about Sally answering any screams; she won’t. I know for a fact she’s been in exactly the same spot you’re in.” He grinned at me and added, “Remember when you started, and HR talked about the extra perks you get here? Well, this is the best one of all.”

He walked back around my desk and licked my breast with his fingers on my other breast’s nipple. The twisting and pulling he did to it released even stronger sensations. I wanted to reach toward him but couldn’t. “What? What are you...?”

He put his palm over my mouth, saying, “Shh, Erica, don’t ask stupid questions. You know what I’m going to do, don't you?” His mouth on my tit sucked hard, and then his teeth nipped my tender skin. 

I felt exposed to anything he wanted. I felt like helpless prey. It was a terrifying, erotic sensation, and I loved it. This sensation was completely new, but I realized I was going to want this again.

I watched as he looked me over, anxiously wondering what he intended next.

His hands were on my tits, caressing them, and he moved lower and lower towards my thighs. When he got there, I couldn't stop myself; it was instinctive to spread them apart, inviting his inspection. I wanted to ask him to touch me but couldn’t say anything. 

I closed my eyes to focus my attention on what he was doing when I felt his tongue on my clit and I tensed, waiting for what was next. He licked my slit from front to back, stopping for a moment at the entrance to my pussy. I could tell I was dripping my juices and that he was licking it up. 

I was moaning, lifting to encourage him. Twisting under his attention, my legs wrapped around him, holding him in place. This was what I was hoping for! Climax!

He kept caressing my breasts as I came down, and then his cock played with my pussy until he gave one hard thrust and buried it inside me. I was in paradise, with his cock in my pussy, his hands on my breasts, and still recovering from my climax.

And then he gave one hard thrust and stopped moving, and I felt his cock throbbing and a warm gush of his cum inside me. 

I’d just been fucked on my desk during working hours, and my assistant knew about it. God, working here, the fringe benefits are beyond belief.

I’m so glad I sent Ira that text message before I took my break.