I gasped as she massaged the growing bulge in my pants, my own hands planted on the kitchen counter. I tried to turn to face her, but she only pressed against me more firmly, keeping me in place. She had me right where she wanted me... and I had no plans of upsetting that arrangement.

"What do you think?" she whispered, as her fingers found the zipper for my trousers, "Should I take it out...?"

I nodded as I reached one hand behind to grope her ass through her skirt - she squeezed my bulge more forcefully, stepping away slightly so she was out of reach... "Nuh-uh.." she said, and I could hear the smirk in her voice, "hands on the counter, Larry."

I was caught off guard by this sudden display of dominance, but I obeyed immediately. Hell, with that sultry voice, she could have asked me to get on all fours and bark and I wouldn't have hesitated. Slowly, she pulled the zipper all the way down. Then her fingers were pressed against the fabric of my boxers, which she deftly unbuttoned. Some absent part of my mind wondered how many times she'd done this before... but the thought evaporated as I felt her cool touch on my stiff dick, as she pulled it out of my pants and started to stroke it slowly. Her hand wrapped around it easily, and there was already a bead of pre-cum at the tip... it expanded as she started to stroke it slowly.

"Oh, Larry," she whispered against my ear, "you are a naughty boy."

"I -"

Ping.

I froze, looking over my shoulder. Someone messaging my computer at this time? It could only be Zach, the manager on my project. Emilia's grip on my dick loosened as she turned at the sound too. There was a moment's silence before my computer erupted into a cheery ringtone chime - oh shit, it was definitely Zach calling.

Emilia let go of me completely, and was back to her usual fretting self, a dark blush spreading across her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Lawrence! I really should have let you focus!"

"Yeah... I'm not sure how I'm going to take the call... like this..." I looked down at my hard dick, protruding through my open zipper. That bastard, Zach. It was just like him to interrupt at the worst time possible.

"I'm sorry!" Emilia said again, she glanced at the computer anxiously, which was still blaring its tune, "Just take the call, please!"

An idea occurred to me... Naughty boy, she'd called me, just now. It was time to show her just how naughty I could be... and to put her in her place a lil...

"Get under my desk." I said, as I returned to my chair, my dick still out but starting to go soft.

"What?"

"I said, get under my desk, Emilia," I smiled at her as I sat down, "you're my assistant on this project, aren't you? So assist."

Emilia looked down at my wet dick, "O-of course," she said.

I answered the call.

"Hey, Zach," I said, putting on my best corporate smile, "everything alright?" Under the desk, Emilia sat with her logs folded beneath her, one hand wrapped around my dick as she started to suck the tip gently.

In the grainy camera feed, I saw Zach squint at the screen, "You tell me, Lawrence. It's now 6PM and you haven't sent over either of the reports I requested."

"Mm.. Mhm.." Emilia's tongue was pressed flat again against the shaft of my dick as she took me into her mouth - I had to resist the urge to glance under the desk... I wanted to see those big brown eyes looking up at me..

"Lawrence?"

"Sorry, just thinking. I-" She took me all the way into her wet throat, her tongue working along my shaft. Fuck... she knew what she was doing. "I'll get them over to you in the next hour, Zach. Are they needed before tomorrow 9AM as initially requested?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Then there's no problem." I grabbed a handful of her thick, curly hair, pushing my dick deeper into her throat. She welcomed me easily, a muffled moan escaping from under the desk.

"Right..." always an anxious bastard, Zach seemed less than pleased at this. Nonetheless, he attempted a smile, "and where's the new girl? Emilia, was it?"

Under the table, Emilia's tongue paused, her throat full of my dick.

"Oh, I let her go home on time." I said, without missing a beat, "It's only her second day after all."

"Right, well. I expect to see those documents by 9AM tomorrow."

"Sure thing."

The call ended, and I let go of my grip on her hair. I heard her gasping under the desk as she caught her breath - I rolled my chair back slightly to take a look at her. Drool ran down her chin, and she had her tongue out, pressed against the leaking tip of my dick. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair a mess, but she met my eyes easily - her gaze relaxed, almost challenging.

Strangely, seeing her like that had a sobering effect on me - she was new, I was supposed to be training her... and I'd just fucked her throat while on a call with my boss.

"Let's, uh... let's get back to work." I muttered, reaching to zip up my pants. "Or you can head home, I'll finish up here."

She caught my hand and pushed it away, "But you haven't... finished, yet."

"Emilia, you don't have to..."

Her eyes never left mine as she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my throbbing dick whole. I let out a gasp, desperately grabbing a handful of her hair again. My hips starting to move of their own accord, but my mind wasn't far behind...

Well, if you insist..

I placed both hands on her head and started to thrust into her welcoming mouth, starting to get close. As I held her down to kiss my balls again and again, her eyes watered, but her gaze never faltered.

"You want me to-"

"Mm-hmpf-" she nodded eagerly before I even finished the sentence, and her lips began to work my tip -

"Emilia.. f-fuck.." I moaned and pulled at her hair as my dick exploded between her lips, a wave of ecstasy running through my body. She swallowed and licked her lips, before running her tongue along my tip again, catching an emerging bead of cum - making me shiver.

As the load left my body, taking much of my energy with it, I started to sober again, the reality of the situation dawning on me. But this time, it wasn't just shame and anxiety (although there was a bit of that too). No... with the way she was looking up at me, a small smile on her lips... I dared to think that she had actually enjoyed that. At that thought, my heart fluttered - and not only because I was coming down from the first earth-shattering orgasm I'd had in a long time.

"Are you... okay?" I asked, somewhat stupidly. My brain was still floating somewhere above my body - or part of it had left my body along with the massive load she'd worked out of me.

"I... I'm good. Great, actually," I noticed her cheeks were flushed - had they been like that before? Or was it that the illusion, the magic of the moment was beginning to wear off? The thought sent a mild panic through my numbed mind - could this be a one-off?

She wiped drool from her chin as she got to her feet, "I-I should clean myself up," she said, and hurried away to the bathroom before I could stop her.

Ten minutes later, she still hadn't returned.

I decided I should go after her - something about her tone just now worried me. I knocked on the door of the bathroom before entering - Emilia was leaning over the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. She turned to me, startled, as I entered.

"Sorry," I said quickly, keeping close to the door, "I just wanted to check on you. Everything alright?"

She smiled, "I'm okay. I'm just..." she sighed, "Wow. I can't believe we just did that. I... I got carried away."

"No, it's my fault." I said, wincing as I remembered how I'd asked - no, ordered - her to get under my desk. "I'm sorry."

She rolled her eyes, but the smile remained on her lips, "Don't be silly, Lawrence," she approached me until she was looking up at me, face to face. She was startlingly pretty - I had a sudden urge to make things right, to not let this moment slip away.

"Let me take you out to dinner."

Her heavy eyebrows shot up - "What?"

"Let me take you out to dinner," I repeated steadily, "I... I want to do things the right way."

She stared at me, and then burst into laughter, placing one hand on my arm to steady herself. Even now, after I had been so intimate with her, her touch sent a chain reaction through my body.  "You know, usually guys ask me to dinner before they fuck my throat."

"Usually girls give me a heads up before they start playing with my bulge, take my dick out my trousers, and... call me naughty boy." I had hardly any experience with girls to back up this claim, but it seemed pretty plausible.

She flushed slightly at that, "W-well, what about work? We have to send the reports in by-"

"By 9AM tomorrow," I shrugged, "there's not much left to do - I can handle it later tonight or early tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, then... I'll go get my things," she said, giving my balls a playful squeeze as she walked past.

"Ow."

"Sorry," she stuck her tongue out and winked, "just checking they're empty." I nearly fainted on the spot. I was liking her more and more by the second.

I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror - my skin was lighter than hers, and a different shade of brown. My face was the kind that seems unremarkable but in a crowd, but may grow on you over time. Although I had casually been going to the gym for the past year, no sign of this was visible through my wrinkled white shirt. All in all, it was a pretty average picture - a stark contrast to Emilia's overwhelming beauty.

And I had just asked her out to dinner... and she had said yes.

Somehow that meant more than everything we'd done earlier in the day... though I'd be lying if I said the soreness in my dick was an unpleasant feeling.

I left the bathroom grinning.

Don't mess this up, Larry boy.