Happy to please

I couldn't believe how the office had turned into my personal playground lately. As the CEO of this mid-sized marketing firm, I had my pick of talent, but none caught my eye like Baek Jiheon. She was my executive assistant, fresh out of college, with that innocent face that hid a firecracker personality. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back, framing those sharp, almond-shaped eyes that always seemed to linger on me a second too long. And her body perfect in all the right places, with legs that went on forever. Today, she walked into my office wearing that black one-piece mini skirt, hugging her hips like it was painted on, the hem barely grazing her mid-thigh. Paired with a crisp black blouse that strained against her full breasts, she looked every bit the professional temptress.

It was late Friday afternoon, the rest of the team had clocked out for the weekend, leaving just the hum of the AC and the city lights flickering on outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was buried in reports when she knocked softly on the doorframe. 'Sir, do you need anything before I head out?' Her voice was sweet, almost melodic, but there was an undercurrent I couldn't ignore.

I looked up, my gaze dropping involuntarily to the way the skirt rode up slightly as she shifted her weight. 'Actually, Jiheon, stay a bit. I could use your help with this presentation.' It was a lie, I had it handled but the thought of her staying thrilled me. She nodded, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. The click of the lock made my pulse quicken. Was that intentional?

She perched on the edge of my desk, crossing her legs, the skirt inching higher to reveal smooth, toned thighs. 'What part do you need help with, boss?' The word 'boss' rolled off her tongue with a playful lilt. I leaned back in my chair, trying to focus on the screen, but her perfume, something floral and intoxicating filled the air.

As we went over the slides, her hand brushed mine accidentally, or was it? Electricity shot through me. 'You're doing great work, Jiheon,' I said, my voice lower than intended. She smiled, biting her lower lip. 'I just want to make sure you're satisfied with everything I know.' Her eyes met mine, holding the contact, and I swear I saw a spark of mischief.

The tension built like a storm. Minutes turned into an hour, and the conversation shifted from work to personal. She confessed how stressful the job could be, how she admired my leadership. 'You handle everything so... commandingly,' she said, her fingers tracing the edge of the desk near my hand. I swallowed hard, my cock stirring in my slacks.

Finally, I couldn't take it. 'Jiheon, that skirt... it's distracting you know.' She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting the fabric hike up just enough to tease the lace of her panties. 'Is it? I wore it for you.' Her admission hung in the air, bold and unapologetic. My heart pounded. 'For me?'

She slid off the desk, standing between my parted knees, her hands resting on the armrests of my chair. 'Yes, boss. I want to please you. In every way.' Before I could respond, she leaned down, her lips brushing mine in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. Her mouth was soft, warm, tasting faintly of cherry lip gloss. I groaned, pulling her closer, my hands sliding up her thighs to grip the hem of that sinful skirt.

She broke the kiss, dropping to her knees with a grace that made my breath hitch. Her fingers worked my belt buckle, unzipping my pants with practiced ease. 'Let me take care of you,' she whispered, freeing my hardening cock from my boxers. It sprang out, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. Jiheon's eyes widened slightly, but she licked her lips, leaning in.

Her tongue flicked out, tracing the underside from base to head, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I gripped the arms of my chair, watching as she wrapped her soft lips around the tip, sucking gently. 'Fuck, Jiheon,' I muttered, my head falling back. She hummed in response, the vibration making me throb in her mouth. She took more of me, inch by inch, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, saliva coating my shaft.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm without forcing it. She was eager, swirling her tongue around the head each time she pulled back, then plunging down until I hit the back of her throat. Gagging slightly, she didn't stop, tears pricking her eyes but determination shining through. 'That's it, suck my cock like you mean it,' I encouraged, my voice rough. She moaned, the sound muffled, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn't reach.

The sight of her on her knees, that mini skirt fanned out around her thighs, blouse half-unbuttoned to reveal the swell of her breasts in a black lace bra—it was pornographic. I thrust up gently, fucking her mouth as she slurped and sucked, drool dripping down her chin. 'You're so good at this,' I praised, and she preened, taking me deeper.

After what felt like blissful eternity, I pulled her off, my cock glistening and slick. 'Stand up.' She obeyed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving. I stood, spinning her around to face the desk. 'Bend over.' Jiheon complied, bracing her hands on the polished wood, arching her back so the skirt lifted, exposing her ass cheeks and the damp spot on her panties.

I hiked the skirt up fully, hooking my fingers into her underwear and yanking them down her legs. Her pussy was bare, lips swollen and pink, glistening with arousal. 'So wet for me already,' I growled, sliding a finger along her slit. She whimpered, pushing back against my hand. 'Please, boss... touch me.'

I teased her clit with my thumb, circling the nub while dipping two fingers inside her tight heat. She was soaked, clenching around me as I pumped in and out. 'You like pleasing your boss, don't you?' 'Yes,' she gasped, 'I love it. Make me yours.' I added a third finger, stretching her, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

But I wanted more. I positioned myself behind her, rubbing my cockhead against her entrance. 'Beg for it.' 'Fuck me, please. I need your cock inside me.' With one thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, her pussy gripping me like a vice. She cried out, nails scraping the desk. I didn't hold back, pounding into her with steady, deep strokes, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the office.

Her walls fluttered around me, milking my length as I gripped her hips, pulling her back onto me. 'Harder,' she demanded, and I obliged, slamming in faster, watching her ass jiggle with each impact. The mini skirt bunched around her waist like a belt, adding to the erotic disarray. I reached around, rubbing her clit in time with my thrusts, feeling her tense.

'I'm close,' she moaned, her voice breaking. 'Cum for me, Jiheon. Soak my cock.' That pushed her over, her pussy spasming as she came, juices dripping down her thighs. I kept fucking her through it, prolonging her orgasm until she was shaking.

I pulled out, spinning her to face me. Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with lust. 'On the desk.' She hopped up, spreading her legs wide, skirt still hiked up. I stepped between them, sliding back in easily. Face to face now, I kissed her fiercely, tongues tangling as I rocked into her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back.

I unbuttoned her blouse fully, pushing down the bra to expose her perky tits. Nipples hard and begging, I latched onto one, sucking and biting while pinching the other. She arched, moaning into my mouth. 'Your pussy feels amazing,' I grunted between thrusts, feeling my own release building. She clenched deliberately, urging me on.

We moved together, her hips grinding against mine, the desk creaking under us. Sweat slicked our skin, the room filled with our pants and the wet sounds of fucking. 'Cum inside me,' she whispered, nails raking my shoulders. That did it, I thrust deep one last time, spilling hot ropes of cum into her, filling her up as she came again, walls pulsing around me.

We stayed like that, catching our breath, my forehead against hers. But the night was young. After a moment, she slid off the desk, dropping to her knees again. 'Let me clean you up.' Her tongue lapped at my softening cock, sucking off our mixed juices until I was hard once more.

This time, I sat in my chair, pulling her onto my lap facing me. The skirt rode up as she straddled me, guiding my cock back into her cum-filled pussy. She rode me slowly at first, rolling her hips, her breasts bouncing in my face. I sucked on them, leaving marks as she picked up speed, grinding down hard.

'Fuck, boss, you're so big,' she panted, her hands on my shoulders for leverage. I gripped her ass, helping her bounce, the sensation of her slick heat enveloping me driving me wild. We kissed messily, her skirt fabric brushing my thighs. She came first, shuddering on top of me, but I flipped us so she was bent over the chair arm, fucking her from behind again.

I varied the pace between slow, teasing strokes that had her begging, then rapid pistons that made her scream. Her pussy was a mess, cum leaking out with each withdrawal, but she took it all, pushing back greedily. 'Don't stop,' she pleaded, and I didn't, chasing my second orgasm until I flooded her again.

Exhausted, we collapsed onto the leather couch in the corner of my office. She curled against me, the mini skirt still askew, her head on my chest. 'That was incredible,' I murmured, stroking her hair. 'I want to do this every Friday no everday,' she replied with a sly smile.

But as the adrenaline faded, reality crept in. Or did it? The weekend stretched ahead, and with the office empty, why stop? I kissed her neck, feeling her stir. 'Ready for round three?' She nodded eagerly, and just like that, we were at it again.

I laid her back on the couch, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was red and puffy from our earlier sessions, but she was still dripping. I dove in with my mouth, tongue lapping at her folds, tasting our combined essence. She gasped, fingers in my hair, as I sucked her clit and fingered her g-spot. 'Oh god, yes,' she moaned, bucking against my face.

I ate her out until she squirted, a gush of fluid soaking my chin and the couch. Then, I flipped her onto all fours, entering her from behind once more. The angle let me go deeper, hitting new spots that had her sobbing with pleasure. I spanked her ass lightly, watching it redden, and she loved it, clenching tighter.

We fucked like animals with me pulling her hair, her reaching back to spread herself wider. Sweat poured off us, the air thick with sex. I came on her back this time, painting stripes across her skin, and she rubbed it in with a satisfied sigh.

Hours passed in a blur of positions, her riding me reverse cowgirl, skirt flipped up and  me pinning her against the window, the city oblivious below; even a quickie in the attached bathroom with her bent over the sink. Each time, she pleased me relentlessly be it sucking, riding, begging her body a vessel for my desires.

By dawn, we were spent, tangled on the floor with discarded clothes around us. The black mini skirt lay crumpled nearby, a testament to the night's debauchery. Jiheon looked up at me, eyes soft. 'I hope I made you happy, boss.' I pulled her close. 'More than happy. You're mine now, you can expect that promotion on monday.'