“Hey Nakai, the boss is looking for ya!”
 
I give a slight sigh of resignation and thank my coworker for delivering the message. Not like it’s his fault I’m in trouble. He laughs at my misfortune. I wonder what I did this time.  Misplaced papers, perhaps? God forbid I delivered cold coffee. Whatever it is, I ignore Taro’s chuckles and start my walk down the long, foreboding hallway.  It’s getting close to the end of the workday, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Akira, that is, “Ms. Satou”, kept me late.
 
Upon reaching Ms. Satou’s corner office, I notice Kenji crouching with an ear pressed up against the door. He motions me down with a sharp whisper.
 
“She call you in, buddy?
 
“….Yeah. What are you doing? Why are we whispering?”
 
“QUIET! That harpy will take us all down eventually. I told you it was a bad idea taking this job!”
 
“Why are you even up here? You work down in the mail room.”
 
“I’m gathering intel! Now, play it cool. And the code phrase is “Cordoroy”. Get in trouble, say that and I’ll bust in to save you.”
 
“Please don’t.”
 
“Come on! You know you need backup, she’s a witch! She’ll steal your soul, you know!”
 
“Goodbye, Kenji. I gotta go in.”
 
I wave him off, and knock on the door.
 
“Nakai! That you?”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
“Get in here! And close the door behind you.”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
I do as she says, take a second to whack the door where Kenji was listening, incapacitating him, and take a seat in the chair opposite her desk.  She stares at me for a couple seconds, and then asks “Why do you think I called you in here?”
 
“I’m sorry, I don’t know.”
 
“Perhaps you could tell me where the accounts reports for this week are?”
 
Crap. I knew there was something I had forgotten to do.
 
“I believe they’re still down in accounts, ma’am.”
 
“And why is that, Nakai? I *did* ask you to bring them to me by the end of the day, didn’t I?”
 
“Yes, ma’am. I… forgot, ma’am. I’ll go get those right away.”
 
“Ah-ah-ah! Not so fast, kiddo. The papers aren’t necessary; I already had Taro pick them up while you were getting my coffee. No, I called you in for a different purpose. You wasted my time, so I’m going to take some of yours while I finish my work.”
 
She grins wickedly, and points downwards.
 
“Get over here, Nakai.”
 
I walk around her desk, and she turns towards me, legs spread in a V shape.
 
“On your knees, mister.”
 
I comply, and kneel before her. As I do, I can see up her skirt, and it is evident she’s not wearing any underwear. Whether she’s been walking around like that all day, or just took them off before calling me in, I can’t know.  Though of course, that seems quite irrelevant at the moment.
 
“Well?” she says, irritably. “Get to work, mister.”
 
I guess I don’t have a choice. Not like I’d say no, but that’s not the point. I lean forward and reach towards her with my tongue, and just as I make contact, she grabs my head and forces me into her crotch, my tongue entering her almost completely.
 
“That’s the spot! Ha! Now work the entire area. Take your time, Nakai. I’ve got work to do.”
 
She rotates her chair back towards her desk, and I slide sideways to accommodate the new position. I have to take care not to hit my head, but luckily I’m not too uncomfortable.  As she settles into her seat, and begins typing away at whatever it is she’s working on, I start to run my tongue around the inside of her thighs.  She’s surprisingly dry, a credit to her self-constraint, but my ministrations do not go unnoticed. After a minute or so of licking, with some carefully placed kisses as well, I start to hear the occasional moan of pleasure coming from the woman above me as her own juices begin to flow. I begin to speed up, stimulating her with my fingers as well as my mouth, and focusing some attention on what I know to be her most sensitive spot. I take the small nub into my mouth and suck hard, which ushers a small convulsion from Ms. Satou, and for some reason, earns me a smack upside the head.
 
“Calm down, cowboy.  I’m trying to work here; I can’t do that if I’m coming all over your face. I appreciate the sentiment, but slow it down until I’m finished.”
 
Well, she’s the boss. I quietly resume my secretarial duties, as she resumes typing away.  I act more slowly this time, carefully paying attention to each spot equally. Instead of using my now damp digits for intense movement, I merely use them to gain easier access to the inner areas of her body.  Although my knees are beginning to ache, I achieve a comfortable rhythm at the task before me, and Akira’s small sigh tells me she’s gotten comfortable with my actions as well. After another few minutes, she begins humming a little tune to pass the time.  Unconsciously, I start fingering her along to the rhythm of her song, which elicits a laugh when she notices. She slides her chair back away from the desk, freeing me from the cramped space, and removing me from between her legs.
 
“Alright, I think that’s enough of that.  Time for your official welcoming ceremony. A secretary’s not permanent until they’re screwed on the desk, ya know. Come on, stand up already!”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
As I stand, my superior grabs my pants and pulls them off me. I remove my shirt, and she gives me a quick look over.
 
“Heh. Already hard, are you? What, you like the taste of me that much? That was supposed to be punishment, you know…”
 
“Errr… yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.”
 
“Just shut up and get on the desk, already.”
 
Well, I’m nothing if not professional. Taking care to keep them in proper order, I gather the papers from her desk, set them aside, and take a seat where they used to be. Akira gives me a sly smirk, and then saunters over, pushing me onto my back with surprising force and swinging herself onto me in one smooth motion. She then pins my arms to the desk, and with practiced precision, takes me deep inside her body.  Still holding my arms down, she leans forward over me, and begins showing off her athleticism. It becomes clearly evident she takes good care of her body, as she begins to buck with incredible force. She withdraws almost completely, and just before my release would be complete, she slams back down and engulfs me to the hilt. She moves slowly at first, but quickly begins moving with amazing speed while maintaining equal force.  The feeling is incredible, and is amplified by the fact that she’s still wearing most of her clothing. Her skirt slides against my bare legs, and her modest breasts bounce slightly within her button-up shirt. Her hardened nipples are visible through the shirt, indicating a lack of a bra – she clearly planned this. Yet the concealing of her body leaves it up to my imagination, which only adds to my arousal. At the peak of my pleasure, I attempt to lift my head and kiss the woman atop me, but she only pulls back and laughs, temporarily pausing the movement of her hips.
 
“Ha! Not a chance! I’m your boss, mister. Can’t be having any fraternal relationships here. I guess that means you were enjoying it, eh?”
 
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
 
“Well now.  You didn’t really expect I’d let you finish before I told you to?”
 
“Of course not, ma’am.”
 
“Alright then. Sit still for a minute, will ya?”
 
“Yes ma’am.”
 
At this point, she really steps up her game. I didn’t think it was possible, but she lifts herself up, and crashes back onto me with the strength and speed of a freight train. My mind goes blank as the blonde haired beauty transforms into a grinning blur, and my entire lower body is merely her toy. Some time passes; I have no way of knowing how much. It feels like an eternity, but before I know it, she drops onto me one last time, throws her head back, and stays there shuddering for a few seconds. She then hops off of me like I was a carousel horse, and pours herself a glass of whiskey from the bottle in her bottom desk drawer. I remain lying on my back, too stunned to move, until she speaks.
 
“Hey, you’re just about ready to explode, aren’t you? You should be commended, most guys don’t have the discipline to hold on that long. Or are you just scared of me?”
 
She winks at me with this last statement, and I merely groan and attempt to sit up.  My legs are jelly, and my erect length is throbbing painfully.
 
“Ah! Don’t you do it yet! You’re mine, Nakai.”
 
In a swift motion, she gets on her knees and stares me in the eye from her position between my legs.
 
“Alright. Make sure you give me everything you’ve got, okay?”
 
Now, slowly, teasingly, she sticks out her tongue and licks me ever so slightly, causing me to twitch. Finally, upon seeing the intensity of my arousal, she takes me into her mouth, and I erupt. She maintains eye contact throughout my orgasm, a cool look on her face to show that she is still, as always, in complete control.  When I finish, she gives me one hard suck, to take every last drop, and swallows, following it with a swig of her whiskey. She then sits back in her chair and contemplates the flavor for a moment, before speaking.
 
“Hmmm… Not bad, kid. Could use a bit more tang. Eat some ginger.”
 
“Yes ma’am. T-thank you, ma’am.”
 
“My pleasure, Hisao. Now put your pants back on and skedaddle. I’m not paying overtime, you know.”