After a day spent with Jiheon, Jiwon, and Chaeyoung, the Christmas party stretches late into the night as an unexpected blizzard keeps everyone snowed in.
“Brought you coffee, sir,” Jiheon calls out when she pushes open your office door, getting your attention from across the room.
The sight is familiar. The sound of her heels clacking across the floor, walking slowly towards your desk. It’s always that coffee in her hand, always in a white mug, always with a smile on her face when she hands it over.
“Thanks, beautiful,” you respond, the scent of hazelnut in the air. Jiheon giggles, standing there in the middle of your office, as if waiting for your approval. You take a sip of the hot, dark liquid, savoring it for a moment and letting your eyes drop to her exposed legs, the stockings that make them seem endless.
Jiheon tilts her head a little, reaching to fix the bottom of her skirt. “Hope it’s okay. Made it myself. With extra cream, too.”
Your eyes scan over her body; the high heels, the skirt that hugs her hips so damn well, the buttons on her blouse opened more than usual.
“It’s good—” you start, taking another long sip to be sure. She watches intently, eyes wide, staring while you raise the mug back to your lips. “But it’s missing a little something. You know what else goes great with coffee?”
Before you can utter the last word, she’s hopping up on your desk, legs wide open with the smallest tease to the panties beneath. “A little honey?”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
There’s a twirl of her hair in response, smile as devilish as it always is. She’s there, tempting you, as if begging you to do the inevitable. To throw your entire professionalism to the wayside, forget the world exists beyond your office.
“Ah, there you are—” a voice calls out from behind, and without even having to look, you know who is it—Jiwon is in your doorway when she glances in to find Jiheon seated on your desk. But she doesn’t seem too shocked, or even surprised, walking inside and tossing a stack of folders to the desk, a thunk of the paper audible the moment they land.
Jiwon’s no idiot. She’s put this puzzle together long before the holidays even started, adjusting her glasses with a laugh. “Don’t let me interrupt whatever is going on here. Just going to pass these along.”
There’s a bounce of her chest when Jiheon shifts, a hint of that red bra peeking through, and the sudden realization that she never buttons her blouse past the third button from the top.
“Nothing’s going on…” Jiheon purrs, feigning innocence as best as possible. “Just brought the boss coffee like he asked me to.”
Jiwon looks back and forth to each of you, that mischievous grin still present, raising her eyebrows slightly. “Riiight, and I’m just delivering paperwork. How silly of me. Anyways, I have more important work to do. So you two have fun—” she giggles, heading towards the door with a smirk that lasts even after she’s disappeared into the corridor, the thud of the heavy wooden door closing behind her.
“Can’t help ourselves, can we,” you tease, running your hand along her thigh. It brings out a cute little whimper from her when your fingers make contact with her skin. “My little secretary is too fucking sexy for this world, aren’t you?”
“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, sir,” Jiheon responds, toying with one of the buttons at the front of her shirt to try and draw attention there while she shifts so her skirt rises up more, another peek of her panties evident. “I’m the definition of professional.”
“Uh-huh,” you sigh in return, ignoring the bait, taking another drink of coffee and returning the mug down on your desk. “I think the definition of professional is lost on you, Jiheon. I can see your panties from here a little too clearly.”
“Only a little?” Jiheon asks back, running a hand through her hair and purposely lifting her skirt all the way up, so those sheer, tiny panties of hers are on full display, barely able to hide the plump lips of her pussy beneath them. “My apologies. Can’t let that happen again.”
It’s the last string of professionalism left within the both of you, when your hands find their way beneath her skirt, gliding right up and placing a firm grip around that round ass of hers, sinking fingers into the skin you crave.
“Would hate to have to file a complaint to your supervisor, Ms. Baek,” you mock, glancing at the door momentarily, fingers squeezing those cheeks hard enough to jolt her. “He might have to discipline you.”
“But that would require more paperwork on your part, sir,” she says, moving the contents on your desk to the side so there’s no interference. “Why make yourself any busier than you have to?”
Jiheon unfastens the buttons to her blouse even more, until there’s nothing left to hide her lacy lingerie or the immaculate flesh her cleavage promises. You give your coffee another taste, a final sip as you admire the sight of her perched so patiently on the surface of your desk.
“Knew there was a reason I hired you.”
“Other than the charming smile, bright personality, and amazing ass?” Jiheon says, tossing her head back when your fingers slide through the fabric of her skimpy underwear.
“Those too. Also your mouth. But especially this,” you say, no longer wasting time with her clothes when you yank her panties off her long legs to fling them across your office, exposing her wet cunt to the open air.
“Definitely thought the mouth is what won you over.”
You nearly laugh at the audacity of the statement, planting a few kisses to the exposed flesh of her thighs, teasing closer and closer.
“As good as your blowjobs are, Jiwon nearly has you beat,” you tell her, more to watch the reaction on her face rather than the actual truth. It gets an immediate, low whine out of her, a pout on her lips.
“They better not be better. I work so damn hard for you every day and Jiwon practically just sits around, pretending to write reports,” Jiheon huffs, the jealousy evident.
“Don’t worry,” you assure her, meeting her gaze as you continue to kiss her creamy thighs, listening to the soft gasps from the anticipation. “You’re the best. Believe me. I like you better.”
Jiheon lights up the moment the words escape, and that pout goes away as quickly as it appears once you finally dive between her legs, the sweet taste of her flooding into your mouth. Your tongue runs right up her slit, forcing another pleasured breath from her when you’re quick to spread her apart, latching your lips to her pussy and exploring the beautiful taste of her folds as the wetness starts to pool.
“Oh god,” Jiheon groans, breathing heavy and looking down, keeping an eye on every move you make. Her nails dig into the back of your head while you tease her, eating her out slowly, as if she’ll break with any haste. When your tongue slips past her folds, circling her clit, she lets out an absolutely heavenly gasp, losing herself.
“Felt a little chilly all morning,” you say between licks, placing a harsh suck against the sensitive little bud. “Glad I get my favorite pair of earmuffs to warm me right up.”
“God—you’re so good at that,” Jiheon says, dropping back onto your desk completely, thighs clamping around your head, locking you in place when you switch from long licks to a focused assault against her clit. And the best part is those supple thighs squeezing tight, the fabric of her stockings so silky smooth against your face, trapping you there while your tongue works away.
“Been too long since I last got between your legs. Nothing better,” you groan, gaze locked the entire time you eat her pussy, giving her clit the right pressure, the perfect touches to force the cute, innocent-like whimpering. And you love the sight of her, back against the desk, face growing redder with the way your mouth downright devours her perfect cunt.
“Eating me like it’s the most delicious thing in the world—” Jiheon whines, her fingers slipping into your hair, her back arched so she can watch the sight of your tongue buried in her, so fucking eager to drink the sweetness between her legs. “You’re too good to me, sir.”
Her moans echo through the office and her wetness is already coating your lips, spreading everywhere, filling your mouth and drowning every taste bud.
“Nonsense. You deserve this, could eat you out all fucking day,” you assure her as the sloppy licks increase, her fingers tugging harder at the strands of your hair when your mouth has her seeing stars.
“If you insist, sir,” Jiheon gasps, grinding herself harder into your face when the wetness seeps out further, refusing to let you even breathe. “P-please let me cum all over your handsome face. God, I’m so fucking close already.”
The desperate cries from your usually calm and collected secretary has you doubling your efforts. You swirl your tongue against the most sensitive areas, her thighs wrapped tight enough around your head to nearly stifle out every bit of air, suffocate under the intoxicating scent of her pussy while your lips never cease.
You keep at it, tongue right along her stiff clit, fast and determined. Those lewd whimpers intensify as you suck hard, starved for the juices that leak out and coat your chin, making her squirm on your desk enough to knock anything not securely attached off the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, hands pressing firmly on the back of your head to bury in deeper, devour her slick pussy entirely. “P-please don’t stop. Fuck—”
And Jiheon makes you all the more ravenous, body rocking, losing herself as you fulfill her need for release. You know the signs of her climax well enough by this point, when the nails dig harder into your scalp, when her cries and mewls reach the volume that tells you exactly how fucking good you are between her legs. You couldn’t stop if you tried, slurps and frantic licks to drive her wild, mouth hungry to taste every drop that gushes from her pretty little cunt.
Your reward comes a mere moment later. Her back arches off the surface of your desk, your fingers wrapping around her thighs to hold her right in place, keeping that tongue on her that leaves her a dripping, quivering mess. Her body spasms in your grip, moans uncontrollable, her cries echoing through your office.
“Sir, I-I—fuck!”
Her dripping honey oozes into your mouth, filling your senses with the taste that keeps you obsessed. A torrent of wetness leaks from her while she bucks her hips into your face, no shame about how bad she wants the sensation to last forever, those pretty moans the fuel for your tongue.
Jiheon is beautiful when she cums, and you stay on her the entire time she rides it out.
Her trembling thighs squeezing hard around your head while that mess of slick juices just won’t end, dripping out endlessly from her folds. Her toes curl, hands covering her mouth to keep herself quiet and not make such a mess of your office, but to no avail when they escape regardless.
Eventually, it becomes too much—a weak push against your head that prompts you to withdraw, but not without another lingering taste, an undeniable addiction to every drop. When your head lifts from between her legs and you clean her up, she’s still shaking, thighs quivering as they uncoil from around the sides of your face, leaving a disappointment in their absence.
Your face feels a little sticky, the juices a delicious mixture that still coats your lips and drips from your chin, a sight that Jiheon is unable to tear her eyes away from without a giggle. But with her lying spread out, nearly naked on the desk in your office—it’s a view to be savored for a moment longer, before taking a sip of coffee, appreciating the wonderful taste that now mixes together with her flavor.
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