After-Hours Takeover

"God, this place is dead after eight. Everyone's gone home to their boring little lives."

I looked up from the quarterly reports I'd been stuck organizing. Elena Voss, the CEO herself, stood in the doorway of the boardroom, her silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the lace edge of a black bra. The floor-to-ceiling windows behind her framed the glittering city skyline like she owned that too.

"Ms. Voss, I was just finishing the projections you asked for. Did you need something else?"

She smiled, slow and predatory, and clicked the door shut behind her. The lock turned with a soft, final click.

"I need you, Marcus. You've been watching me all summer. Those hungry eyes during every meeting. Don't pretend you haven't been jerking off thinking about bending me over this very table."

My cock twitched hard in my slacks. She was right. I'd imagined it a hundred times.

"I... fuck, yes. But you're my boss. This could—"

"Shut up and sit down." She pointed at the big leather chair at the head of the conference table. "Tonight I'm not your boss. Tonight I'm the woman who's going to ride that ambitious young cock until we both forget what day it is."

Elena kicked off her heels, the sound sharp against the marble floor. She circled the long table like a shark, then hopped up on the edge right in front of me, hiking her tight pencil skirt up those endless thighs.

"Look at you. Already hard. Take it out. I want to see what my favorite intern is working with."

I unzipped with shaking fingers, my thick cock springing free. Her eyes widened with genuine delight.

"Mmm, bigger than I hoped. Good boy. Now pull my panties to the side. Don't you dare take them off."

I hooked a finger under the soaked black lace and tugged. Her pussy glistened, swollen and smooth, the scent of her arousal hitting me like a drug. She was dripping.

"Fuck, you're soaked, Ms. Voss."

"Elena. Say it. Elena, your pussy is so fucking wet for me."

"Elena... your pussy is so fucking wet for me."

She laughed low, reached down and wrapped her manicured hand around my shaft, stroking once, twice, spreading her own slickness over the head.

"Good. Now hold still. I'm going to fuck you right here where I sign million-dollar deals."

She swung one leg over me, straddled my lap, and sank down in one smooth motion. The heat of her tight cunt swallowed every inch. We both groaned loud enough that it echoed off the glass.

"Oh shit... so full. Your cock is stretching me so good, baby."

She started moving immediately, rolling her hips in filthy circles, grinding her clit against my pelvis every time she bottomed out. The wet sounds of her pussy sucking my cock filled the empty boardroom.

"Harder, Elena. Ride me harder."

"You like that? Like your CEO bouncing on your dick while the whole city watches?" She glanced at the windows, the lights of skyscrapers twinkling below us. "Anyone with binoculars could see me taking this intern cock right now."

Her breath hitched as she picked up speed, tits bouncing inside her half-open blouse. I reached up and yanked the cups down, sucking one stiff nipple into my mouth.

"Yes! Bite it a little. Fuck, yes, just like that."

She slammed down again and again, the conference table creaking under us. Her juices ran down my balls, soaking my pants. I could feel her pussy fluttering, getting tighter.

"I'm close already. Been thinking about this all week. Tell me you want my cum, Marcus. Tell me you want me to cream all over your cock."

"I want it. Cum on my cock, Elena. Soak me."

She threw her head back, hair wild, and rode me like she was possessed. Short, desperate bounces now, her thighs trembling.

"Oh god... oh fuck, I'm—I'm cumming! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!"

Her walls clamped down hard, pulsing around me in waves. She let out a long, throaty moan that fogged the window behind us. I felt a hot gush of her squirt splash against my stomach.

The sight and feel of her losing control pushed me over. I grabbed her ass with both hands and thrust up, burying myself as deep as I could.

"Gonna cum inside you—"

"Do it. Fill me up. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs when I walk out of here."

I exploded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her spasming pussy. She kept grinding through it, milking every drop, whispering filthy encouragement.

"That's it... give it all to me. Good boy. Such a good fucking intern."

We stayed locked together, panting, the city lights still sparkling below like nothing had happened. Finally she leaned in, kissed me deep and messy, then climbed off with a wicked grin. A thick trail of our mixed cum ran down her inner thigh.

"Clean yourself up. And Marcus?"

"Yeah?"

"Tomorrow night, same time. I have another... position I want to offer you on this table."

She winked, smoothed her skirt, and sauntered out, leaving me wrecked and already counting the hours.