Last week, Amy told me about how our sugar daddy Robert had fucked her in his car during his lunch break. It must have inspired him to get more frisky at work, because I got my own invite to the office the other day.

Amy had given me a spare key card that he’d given to her to get out of the building, and I was supposed to head straight down to his car at lunch. But traffic was bad and I arrived like 20 minutes late.

Robert hates it when people aren’t punctual so I knew I was in trouble when he called asking where I was. He doesn’t really yell at people, but when he’s mad he gets very strict and stern. He basically told me to go home, but I was determined to make it work.

So I went to the lobby instead, and luckily the same key card got me through the security gates and the elevator, all the way into his office. I got stopped by some middle aged male Karen, and honestly I’m surprised I made it that far before that happened.

I was wearing a lilac and orange floral co-ord set with a high waisted miniskirt that laces up the side and a long sleeved crop top that ties together in the front. So I didn’t exactly fit in with all the blazers, shirts and slacks with my thighs, midriff and cleavage.

Male Karen gave me a “can I help you?” in a tone that said he definitely did not want to help me, followed up by “are you supposed to be in here?”

I hesitated and told him that I had an appointment to see Robert. I said that I was supposed to interview him, hoping that would be believable, and told him my name.

Without removing his suspicious gaze, he picked up his phone and pressed a single button. “There’s a Ms Jenna here to see Mr Robert.” After an exchange of yesses and nos, a long wait, and then an okay, he sent me back the way I came to a different area.

Robert’s personal assistant there was a lot nicer, she complimented my outfit and then sent me straight through to his corner office.

“I told you to go home.” Robert was not happy with me, but it looked like he was maybe a little impressed that I made it in there…? So I walked over to behind his desk, put one knee up on the chair between his legs, and leaned down to kiss him. He put his hands around my waist and kissed me back, pulling me down to sit on his lap. But only indulged in me for a moment.

He said he had an crucial zoom meeting starting any moment now, and that I should have just been on time. Oops. I tried to apologise but he wasn’t having it. He pushed me away as he turned his attention to his computer, and gestured over at the leather sofa across the room. “Just make yourself comfortable for now.”

So I did. I mean.. the top was quite tight on me, so why not untie it? Or just remove it altogether. And this skirt.. it rides up when I sit, why even bother? Get that off too. He flicked his eyes over to me a few times as I “made myself comfortable”, trying to divide his focus between the slut stripping in front of him and the crucial meeting that was just now starting.

I looked back at him when I turned to go over to the sofa, catching him giving me a longer gaze directed at my bum. I guess he bought me that lace t-back thong for a reason. Not that there’s enough material for any lace to be visible from the back. Just three straps: two thin pink bands coming around my waist, joining a teal one that disappears between my butt cheeks. I hadn’t worn the matching bralette though, it would have clashed with my top.

Anyway.. I poured myself a glass of water and sat down in my thong with my tits out, legs crossed and heels propped up on the coffee table, watching him work. He stole glances at me every now and then, but I just sat there waiting, smiling and giving him bedroom eyes. Not sure why, but I felt confident that I could seduce him just by being me, sitting there wearing less than enough lace to cover half a phone screen.

It took only a few minutes before he gestured at me while he was talking, wagging one finger in a come here motion. With a naughty smile, I went to the door before gonna him. Both to lock it and to give him another look at my back. As I approached his desk, his ‘come to me’ gesture became a ‘get down low’.

So I crawled under his desk and waved hello when I came through to the other side. Surprisingly, he already had his dick pulled out. I didn’t even notice before.

I stroked his cock a few times before wrapping my lips around it. I took it slowly, not wanting to disturb him too much from the meeting. I looked up at him while I sucked him off but he was focussed on the screen. Still, his hand reached down to hold my head, and guided me to take it deeper and go faster. I wondered I was just getting him warmed up so we could do this properly once he was free, but I guess he had different ideas. OK, if you want me to go all out, that’s what you’ll get.

He didn’t look down at me as I sucked his cock. Just kept a free hand on my head to guide me while he had what sounded like a typical conversation with a bunch of company jargon that I didn’t find out.

It took me a while but I got to a position where I could take it down all the way, pressing my nose up against his open zipper. That got his attention, and he looked down at me. I backed off, and while stroking his spit covered dick, I gave him my best puppy dog eyes and half whispered, half mouthed “I’m sorry I’m late”. He just caressed my cheek and then looked up again, but his hand started drawing a circle with his finger.

And I was like what is that? He just kept making the gesture, so I tugged on his cock to get his attention again and whispered “What does that mean?” as he glanced down.

He just started making a bigger gesture, dragging his finger around in a wide circle like he was a bus driver turning a steering wheel, and then he tried pushing my head away.

“I don’t know what that is, do you want me to go or something?”

He let out an frustrated breath, clicked a few times on his mouse, and then said sternly at full volume without looking down at me, “Turn. around. And be quiet.”

…which still didn’t really make sense to me. But he was already back on his screen, apologising to the group for his fake camera problems.

I was sitting the floor facing him, so I just turned to face the other way and looked out across the rest of the office from under his desk, not really knowing what to do next. But I felt him reach behind me, pulling me up onto my knees by my thong and giving me a wedgie in the process, and it was only then that I realised ‘oh wow, are we really doing this?’ I’ve fucked guys in their offices before, but not like this.

So I got into position on my hands and knees, and I felt him shuffle to the edge of his seat and roll his chair all the way forward to reach me. My thong got tugged to the side and then the tip of his cock was pressed against my pussy. Then he pulled me back onto him, backing me onto his cock and penetrating me.

His hand rocked my hips back and forth on his cock before releasing me and letting me carry on at the rhythm he set. I had to use the legs of the two chairs on the other side of his desk for leverage to push back against him. And he was discussing their local assets in Shanghai or whatever, while this dumb slut was doing all the work fucking him doggy under his desk.

The carpet was quite rough, so I rested my cheek against my crossed arms on the floor in front of me, and used the inside of my elbow to keep myself from moaning out loud while rocking my hips back and forth. I was trying to get a rise out of him, and I guess it was working too because he also started to lightly thrust against me. He was probably trying not to look too weird on camera by pumping harder.

Still, he kept talking to whoever those people were but I heard a little less confidence in his voice as we kept fucking. I didn’t really find out what they were talking about, but at this point I couldn’t even hear it, all I could focus on was getting this cock further inside me.

But when a man with a Cantonese accent interrupted Robert saying there was some strange sound, my ears perked up and I froze. Robert brushed him off and lied that he had some window cleaners outside his office. I just sighed. My wet pussy does not sound like a squeegee on a skyscraper. Maybe it was the leather of his seat.

He got me going again, pulling me back and forth by my waist faster than before. I got the hint, slapping my hips against his slacks and driving his cock deep inside me. He just held out his hand, feeling my butt cheeks bounce as I slammed them into him over and over.

Eventually, he excused himself from the meeting, saying those window cleaners were driving him crazy too. He clicked a few times and then I heard his voice from above the desk, “you really are driving me crazy.” I was still repeatedly impaling myself on his dick, “hang on, so I’m your window cleaner?”

He ignored me and just grabbed my waist, thrusting away furiously and making me squeal. Within like 10 seconds, he groaned, buried himself deep, and came inside me. I felt the warmth of his semen inside me, and his cock twitching every time he pumped another shot into my body. He was still inside me when he thanked me and told me how amazing I was, squeezing my butt cheeks together like he was using them to milk his own cock. He pulled out as he started to soften, leaving his cum running down my inner thigh.

I crawled out from under the desk and he was already back on the computer. Except now he had a barely suppressed grin on his face. I heard the Cantonese guy make some opinion on his return, and Robert replied that he’d gotten rid of the window cleaners. And then, looking past the computer directly at me on the floor, he said that he’ll have the cleaners come back tonight.

“So.. I’ll see you tonight?” I whispered, and he flashed me a thumbs up under the table and waved a goodbye. I just rolled my eyes, quietly got dressed and tidied up, then excused myself with a wave and a blown kiss goodbye.

NSFW: yes