Quickies

practically sprang out of my pants, and her eyes lit up, delighted. There was no question in my mind then, that this was something we both wanted.

If I’d thought it couldn’t get any better than my secretary kneeling before me, well, then I hadn’t had my cock in her hot little mouth yet. It got exponentially better. I groaned, pushing my hips forward as she sucked me, my hand moving to the back of her head, where her hair was gathered and tucked into some sort of bun.

“Can I?” I was already pulling out the fastenings, and she shook it all down in one motion, her hair like a cloud of soft satin framing her face. She looked totally different, Miya but not Miya, and that was good. I sighed as the silky strands brushed over my thighs with her movements.

But my cock wasn’t going to take much more of her attention without putting an end to things, and I didn’t want that yet.

“Come here,” I said, pulling her to me. “It’s about time I pleased you for once.”

“You please me all the time,” she murmured, but she let me move her onto my desk-she weighed practically nothing, it was like lifting a child-and I was delighted to find a wet spot on the dark material of her panties when I pushed up her skirt, and the fact that she wore stockings, thigh highs with lace at the top, was just a lovely bonus.

She helped me with her panties, hooking her thumbs in and pulling them down.

They went off over the heels-she didn’t remove those, and I found that incredibly hot as I leaned in to explore the wetness between my secretary’s legs. Her pussy was as tiny as she was, but her lips were plump, the hair there dark and curly.

Her clit was a tender surprise, like a large jewel in a tiny box, and I sucked it into my mouth, eager to taste her. Miya sighed deeply when I did, her hand in my hair, her

hips moving forward to give me more room. I thought about doing one of those movie-scene motions and sweeping everything off my desk, but there were client files and other important papers…it would have created more work than it was worth.

So instead, I pressed her down onto the desk in the space between, so she was lying across my blotter with all the notes I jotted down on my calendar and, sitting in my chair, I spread her thighs wide and licked her. She was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, before or since, and the soft moans she made, the way her thighs quivered just before she came, made my cock weep with joy and pleasure.

When I came up for air, kissing my way across her belly, skipping the waistband of her skirt-she’d undone her blouse, and bra, and they were open, her hands cupping the gentle swell of her tiny breasts. Her nipples were a delight, dark in the center, the areolas puffy and protruding, just begging to be sucked. She gasped when I licked at them, wiggling between my thighs.

My cock, no longer straining, free of its prison, was now trapped between our bodies as we rocked together on the desk. I kissed her deeply, and she breathed me in, her body melting against mine, her tiny hips rolling, grinding. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she reached down between us, grabbing my cock and aiming me.

“Please,” she said. That was all, but it was more than enough. I slid in deep, the sensation the most decadent I’d ever known. She was wet from my tongue, but still tight, gripping my cock with a muscle strength that surprised me. Miya put her ankles up on my shoulders, and that made things even tighter. My cock jumped in happy surprise as I began to fuck her.

“Oh god that’s good,” I groaned, grabbing her hips, leaning over her jackknifed body to watch as her breasts moved with each thrust, her nipples hardening, her eyes half closing in pleasure.

I knew I couldn’t hold out long. She was too good, too tight, too much velvet heat and silk wrapped around me. Her hands grasped mine, squeezing, her nails digging into my wrists. Her hair spread out around her like a black river over my desk, and she bit her lip, her expression pained, as she was about to come.

“Oh Miya, I can’t hold back,” I gasped as her pussy squeezed my cock, again and again.

“Yes!” she cried, her hips moving, urging me on. “Fill me. Oh, please, yes, fill me with your cum!”

She didn’t have to ask me twice. With a final groan and a hard thrust, I shoved into her, pushing the desk forward a good foot in the bargain, and gave her everything I had. My cock exploded in hot, white bursts, over and over, and I thought I would die when I looked down to see my cum seeping out of her pink flesh in rivulets, as if she was too small to contain it.

I saw the uncertainty on her face, then, as we moved from passion toward composure, and I sought to reassure her. Pulling her against me-she was so slight, I could easily gather her into my arms, and I did, sitting her in my lap as I settled in the

“big chair.”

“Did I-?”

“You pleased me.” I anticipated her question, covering her damp throat with kisses. “Beyond pleased. Believe me.”