After-Hours Reward

"God, the city lights look incredible from up here," I said, loosening my tie as I stepped into the penthouse office. The floor-to-ceiling windows reflected her silhouette against the glowing skyline.

She turned from the glass desk, her tailored skirt hugging those long legs. "You've been quiet all week, Mark. Kept every secret I asked you to. I think it's time I showed my appreciation."

My pulse jumped. "Ms. Elena, you don't have to—"

"Shut up and lock the door." Her voice was velvet and steel. She kicked off her heels, the soft click echoing. "You've seen me close million-dollar deals. Now you're going to see something a lot more personal."

I flipped the lock, throat dry. She circled the desk like a predator, then bent forward slowly, pressing her palms flat on the cool glass. The city sparkled beneath her. Her skirt rode up as she arched her back.

"Like what you see?" she whispered, glancing over her shoulder. Her dark hair spilled across one shoulder. "I've caught you staring at my ass during meetings. Don't deny it."

"Yeah... fuck, it's perfect." My cock twitched hard in my slacks.

She reached back, hiking the skirt higher, revealing a tiny black thong nestled between smooth, toned cheeks. "Then get over here. On your knees. Worship it like you mean it."

I dropped instantly, knees hitting the marble. Her scent—warm skin, faint perfume, and something sweeter—hit me. I pressed my face between her cheeks, breathing her in.

"Mmm, that's it," she moaned softly. "Use your tongue. Slide it along the thong first... tease my asshole through the fabric."

I licked eagerly, tasting the silky material, feeling the heat of her tight little hole beneath. She pushed back against my mouth, grinding.

"Pull it aside. I want your tongue right on it. Deep."

My fingers hooked the thong, tugging it to the side. Her asshole winked at me, pink and perfect. I swirled my tongue around the rim, then pushed inside, fucking her with it.

"Oh shit... yes, just like that," she gasped, gripping the edge of the desk. "You're so good at this. Lick deeper, Mark. Make my ass sloppy."

I groaned into her, the sound muffled. My hands spread her cheeks wider, burying my face completely. She was trembling, her breath fogging the glass.

"Enough teasing. Stand up. I need that cock."

I rose, unzipping fast. My dick sprang out, thick and leaking. She looked back, eyes dark with lust.

"Spit on it. Get it nice and wet for my ass."

I spat on my palm, stroked myself slick, then rubbed the head against her tight pucker. She pushed back impatiently.

"Put it in already. I want you balls-deep in my ass. Now."

The head popped past her ring with a soft, wet sound. She hissed through her teeth.

"Fuuuck... so thick. Slow at first... let me feel every inch stretching me."

I gripped her hips, sliding deeper into that scorching heat. Her ass clenched around me like a vice, silky and impossibly tight.

"Goddamn, Elena... your ass is gripping me so hard."

"Harder. Fuck me harder. Pound it." Her voice cracked into a moan as I picked up speed, the desk creaking under her.

Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of my hips meeting her perfect ass filled the penthouse. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously.

"I'm gonna cum with your cock buried in my ass. Don't you dare pull out."

Her walls fluttered, then spasmed hard. She cried out, body shaking, pussy dripping onto the marble while her asshole milked me.

"Fuck... I'm close," I grunted, thrusting faster.

"Cum inside me. Fill my ass. I want to feel it leaking out later when I walk into tomorrow's meeting."

That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, thick ropes of cum pulsing deep into her ass. She moaned with every spurt, grinding back to take it all.

We stayed locked together, panting. She looked back with a wicked, satisfied smile, city lights dancing in her eyes.

"Good boy. My loyal little secret-keeper. Clean me up with your tongue before we leave... and maybe next week I'll let you have my pussy too."