Then Aisha turned away from him and slowly reached down, taking the hem of her short skirt and pulling it up. She teased him, knowing his eyes were on her full-figured ass, making him wait as slowly the bottom of her cheeks appeared and then the material of the red boy shorts she was wearing. Then her skirt was up over her hips, and she felt his fingers grabbing the waistband of her panties and tugging them down. She stepped over them, careful to keep her heels on—she would need the added height to make the position work.
She bent a bit, reaching down between her legs to grip Mr. Conner’s cock, and then she sat, letting his dick slide up into her hot, wet pussy. “Shit,” she breathed, taken by just how big his cock was. She had only been with black men, and most of them had been well endowed, but no one matched Anthony Conner. The man really had everything.
As she slid all the way down, taking his cock completely into her tight pussy, he put his hands on her hips. She went up and down, her fat ass cheeks slapping against his lap. Soon she was coming, an orgasm rushing from the core of her loins to spread throughout her body, helped along by the time she’d spent fingering herself while her boss had fucked her face. She leaned forward farther as she came, putting her hands on the carpeted floor behind the desk. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she moaned aloud.
“Come,” he said simply, saying it over and over as she did. Her pussy tightened on his cock as the last of the orgasm took her, and then it was his turn.
He wasn’t far behind. Aisha set the pace, keeping her hands on the floor. He put his hands on her hips again, and each time she rocked down, he pulled her so that she slammed down with his cock deep inside her.
“I’m coming,” he said, and it occurred to Aisha that he hadn’t put a condom on, so she lifted off his cock and spun quickly, putting a hand at the base of his penis and sucking on the head just as it jumped and exploded in her mouth. His cum was hot, and strand after strand filled her mouth until some leaked out past the corner of her lips and ran back down his member.
Aisha leaned back and swallowed what she could, and then she laughed. “I didn’t think working late would be that fun,” she said.
3
Over the next week, Aisha and her boss fucked in his office twice more after everyone else had gone home and then once on a lunch break when they never actually made it to a restaurant. Their relationship was hot and heavy, and very physical. But as the first week stretched into the next, and the one after that, it became something else altogether. They still fucked like rabbits, but there were the lunches too, and the small gifts given secretly at the office.
Aisha opened a small box one Thursday to find a beautiful bracelet she was sure had cost more than her yearly salary. They stood in Anthony’s office. She didn’t think of him as Mr. Conner anymore, though she still called him that at work. He watched her put it on and smiled.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I love it,” she said truthfully, but something must have shown in her face, because he reached out and put a hand on hers.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want people to think I make it in this business because I’m fucking you,” Aisha said, truthfully and bluntly.
“Is that what this is? Fucking?”
Aisha sighed and shook her head. “Not to me, Anthony, but to them,” she said, motioning toward the closed door that led to the rest of the office.
“Forget them,” Anthony said. “No one even knows.”
“And what if they find out? If they find out and I get promoted, it’s just going to take it away from me—take my accomplishments away.”
“Do you want to stop? Stop this? Break up?” Anthony asked her, his voice even, his eyes serious.
“No,” Aisha said.
“Do you want me to fire you?”
The young woman laughed. “Definitely not.”
“All right then. Hey, I was thinking, you should come over for dinner tonight.”
“To your place?”
“Yeah.”
It was a big deal. In almost three weeks, Aisha hadn’t been to his place yet. They had been to her small apartment, but he had yet to invite her to his. She imagined his home was a bit more spacious and luxurious than hers.
“All right,” she said. He smiled and swept her up in his arms, and then they kissed.
That evening, Aisha left work before her boss. She took a cab home and showered and changed. She didn’t know what to wear, but she settled on a dress, a deep blood-red color with a slit up to her thigh, despite the cold weather. She could stand to be cold if it knocked Anthony off his feet. Red heels and makeup went on after. Then she went down to the street to catch a cab but was surprised by a limousine waiting by the sidewalk. The driver stood by the rear passenger door.
“Aisha?” he asked, and the young woman nodded.