The conference room incident
written by:
JL

I heard strange noises from the back of the office. I was working late, and I thought I was alone, so I got up to check it out.

As I got close to the small conference room, the noises became clearer. Voices, two of them, grunting and panting. Then something like a slap, followed by a muffled yelp. Then . . .

The conference room door was half-closed. I peered around the corner, ready to call the cops on my cell phone, when my fingers froze. Not a break-in or a robbery.

It was my boss's daughter, Monica. Her black bra was loose around her neck, and she was leaning over the conference table, her legs tangled in her panties, while some guy I'd never seen before had his cock deep inside her, clutching her hips as he fucked her with hard, rough thrusts.

"You like it, slut?" He had a beard and a snake tattoo on his chest. His shirt was open and his jeans were around his ankles. "You like doing it in your Dad's office? Whore?" He slapped her ass.

Monica was nineteen, and she had long, straight blond hair and slender legs that I'd been looking at around the office for week. But right now her legs were trembling and her tits were pressed against the table, and she had one hand clenched as she moaned in rhythm with her boyfriend's thrusts. "Oh," she murmured. "Oh—oh—ohh--"

Monica's young face was a mixture of loathing and wild lust. "Fuck you, Andy! I love it when you fuck me, you fucker, keep fucking me, keep—oh yes!" She lowered her head with a loud moan. "Yesss . . ."

"Okay, get ready to take it, bitch!" Andy reared back. "Here it comes! Take it, take me, take every last spurt--"

He came with a loud groan, his chest shuddering, and Monica responded with a cry of her own as her face twisted and turned red. She gasped and trembled as she came, until Andy finally slapped her ass one last time and then pulled out, lifting his cock to spurt his jism on her ass. "Oh yeah. That's nice. Ah—ah—ah--"

I backed away from the door before they could spot me. But I heard a zipper, and then I heard him say, "Well, I'm gone. Better clean that up before your Daddy sees it."

"Fuck you." Monica sprawled over the table. "Asshole."

***

Twenty minutes later Monica came back to my cubicle. Fully dressed in her tight leggings and a long black T-shirt. Her face was red for a different reason now. She was pissed. "Are you going to tell my dad?"

Shit. She'd seen me.

I imagined trying to tell my boss that I'd seen his daughter, interning with the company for the summer, having sex in the conference room where we talked about the budget every day. Then I imagined myself flying out the window, my life flashing before my eyes before I hit the pavement ten floors below.

"Are you crazy?" I leaned back in my chair and tried not to gaze at her boobs under the loose T-shirt. "No. Not a chance. It's fine."

She glared at me. "You didn't take any pictures, did you?"

What? Damn it. My phone had been right there in my pocket. Too late now. "I didn't think of it."

"Okay." She leaned against the cubicle wall. "Look, I'm sorry. I just—I didn't think anyone was still here."

"Me neither." I gulped some cold coffee from my mug. "I don't care, all right? It's between you and . . . that guy."

"Right." Monica nodded, relieved. "Thanks."

"Can I just ask you one question?"

She stiffened. "What?"

"Do you do it a lot? Here in the office?"

She shrugged. "It's a way to stick it to my dad."

I laughed.

Monica relaxed a little. "It was Andy's idea first, and he wouldn't shut up about it. He likes doing it in, well, different places."

"He treats you kind of . . . rough." I couldn't help myself. "I mean, it's your business, but—"

"Yeah, he's an asshole." She smirked at me. "But he's got some other qualities."

I looked around. "Is he still here?"

"No, he left. And I cleaned the carpet."

"Okay." I nodded. "I'll need those marketing projections in the morning."

"Okay. Thank you." She hesitated, as if she wanted to say something else, but then she turned and left. I couldn't resist leaning around my cubicle to watch her ass as she walked away.

* * *

For the next few weeks Monica worked harder than before, as if she wanted to show she could take the business seriously. Even her father commented on it. I didn't catch her naked again, and I didn't see Andy again, so I did my best to forget about the incident.

July was hot, and Monica liked to wear short skirts that showed off her tanned legs, and loose, light tops that barely held her boobs almost every day. Still, she managed to act professionally. She did her job, some of which involved reporting to me. Sometimes, even before the scene I'd watched with Andy, I thought she was flirting with me, but I tried to ignore it. She actually flirted with almost everyone, except her father, and I was ten years older than she was, so I figured she was just kidding around.

Then one afternoon, about three weeks after the conference room incident, her father stopped by my cubicle. "Monica's working late tonight," he told me. "Would you make sure she gets into a cab okay when she leaves?"

"Sure." I'd be staying late to work on some end-of-month data.

"And don't let that Andy guy in here." He grimaced. "I don't like him."

"Right," I agreed.

He glanced at me, and I remembered that he wouldn't know I'd ever met the guy. "No one's good enough for your little girl, right?" I added.

"Especially that guy. Asshole." He turned. "Thanks."

* * *

By 6:45 I had all the data I needed for tomorrow's reports. I started putting the numbers into the system, thinking about the leftover Chinese food I had at home, and then Monica walked into my cubicle.

"I've got those new sales figures you wanted." She was wearing a short blue dress, the one she'd worn her first day in the office. I'd had trouble that day not running into cubicle walls trying to get a good look at her. Right now all I could do was try not to gaze at her boobs, which seemed to be trying to spill out over the top. "Tell me what else you else you need, okay?"

"That's great." I switched screens on my computer. "You know, you don't have to stay here late. This is fine."

"I just wanted to, you know—thank you. Because you never told my dad about . . . you know."

"Yeah." I risked a glance at her legs. They were long and tanned, and her dress came up high on her thighs. They were a little plump, but that just added to the picture in my mind. "You know, he told me to keep Andy out of here."

"Andy?" She shook her head. "That jerk. I broke up with him."

"Good." I turned to my computer. "There are other ways to stick it to your father."

Monica laughed. "Yeah, I know there are."

"All right, then."

I thought she'd gone, but when I looked up again a few moments later she was still standing there. Looking at me.

Did I say something wrong? "Your dad told me to make sure you got into a cab. Should we go down?"

She shook her head and leaned back against the cubicle wall. "Not yet."

"Okay . . ." I turned to get back to work.

A moment later a pair of panties dropped onto my keyboard.

I picked them up. Pink butterflies. I turned to look at her.

Monica smirked at me. "Let's stick it to my dad."

She swung around and walked around the cubicle wall.

I scooted my chair back and leaned out, watching her ass as she sauntered down the hall. What the hell?

I pushed my chair back to my desk. This had to be a joke. Except Monica's panties were right there on my desk. With pink butterflies. Maybe she was trying to get me fired.

But all I could think about right then was the sight of Monica's face scrunched up on the table, gasping and moaning as she had her orgasm.

So I saved my work, picked up the panties, and followed Monica to the conference room.

* * *

She was naked and barefoot when I got there, perched on the edge of the table, stroking her clit as I walked in. Her legs shuddered as her fingers slid back and forth. "Mmm," she sighed. "Mmm . . ."

"Here we are again," I said.

"Yeah." Her eyelids fluttered as she fingered her pussy. "Lock the door this time."

Right. I closed the door and double-checked the lock. Then I turned to look at Monica, my throat dry—and my dick as hard as a rock.

She'd been bent over the table the time before. Now I could see all of her, every inch of her bare skin, from her head to her toes. Her tits were plumper than I expected, but her nipples were stiff and red as cherries. Her trembling thighs were white and smooth, and up between them her bush was a trimmed into neat little landing strip, curly and blonde and already moist.

"Well?" Monica leaned back. "Come on, damn it." She opened her legs wide for me. "Look at how horny I am."

Her pussy was dripping. And I could feel my cock seeping inside my shorts. I walked toward her with a smile on my face. "Let's stick it to your dad."

"All I want right now is for someone to stick it to me." She rubbed her clit.

Her boobs were rising and falling over her chest. I planted my hands on them and squeezed softly. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Uh-huh," she sighed. "Like that. But harder."

I tightened my fingers around her tits. Her hard nipples pressed against my hands, but I didn't want to rush this. I'd been thinking about her boobs for weeks, wondering what it would be like to touch them and lick them and suck them and . . .

Now I had them in my hands, and I bent forward kiss them, one and then the other, running my tongue across her chest as Monica groaned and shook. Her boobs were firm and smooth, and her nipples got harder as I kissed each one. I squeezed them together so I could lick them back and forth as she moaned and squirmed impatiently.

Monica started pulling on my shirt. I had to straighten up help her to get it off, but when she threw it on the floor I crouched down and ran my fingers along the edge of her pussy.

"Oh yeahhh." Monica stroked my bare shoulders as I kissed her thigh. I teased her slit with my tongue as she shuddered impatiently, and then I got my first taste of her pussy as I slowly pushed my tongue between her lips.

She moaned softly above me as I prodded her clit with my tongue and nibbled gently at her slit. "Oh wow," Monica groaned. "You can—do that all night." She stroked my head, giggled, then gasped again as I hit a new spot. I slid my tongue back and forth, digging deep inside her hole, listening for her moans and grunts.

Monica leaned back against the table, and for a moment I couldn't see anything as she pushed her hips against my face. I heard her gasping, and I felt her body clench. I tasted more of her pussy, and my cock throbbed. "Mmm . . ." I murmured, running my hands up and down her legs. "Y-yeah, yes, uh, yeeahhh . . ."

Then I stood up. "You ready?"

Her face was flushed. "Yeah. Get those pants off."

I yanked at my belt. In ten seconds I had everything off. I wasn't going to fuck Monica with my boxers at my ankles, like Andy. I stood in front of her with my cock sticking out.

She reached down to stroke my shaking shaft. "You're hard."

I felt a surge in my balls. "What do you expect?"

Monica gave them a squeeze and then pushed me back. "Sit."

I staggered back and plopped down in the nearest chair, my dick pointing up toward the ceiling. Monica shook her tits like a stripper as she walked toward me, and then she placed her hands on my legs. "Just fill me up good."

"Yeah." My cock was ready to burst. The chair had no arms, so I just leaned back as Monica slung one of her slender legs over me. Her tits bobbed as she grabbed my shoulders. With a smile she leaned forward and slowly lowered her body downward, sliding my hard prick up into her pussy until she had my cock all the way inside her. I could feel her muscles pulse with excitement.

"Yesss . . ." she hissed. She pressed her hands against my chest and began rocking her body back and forth.

"Yes." She gasped as my cock squirmed. "Good. Ohh . . . good . . ." Monica grasped my shoulders and smiled at me. "Let's stick it to my dad."

"Yeah." I clutched her hips and gripped her ass hard. "Sticking it to . . . I don't want to think about him right now."

Monica reared up over me, her tits bouncing. "Then just stick it to me. Oh fuck, I need this."

I reached up for her squirming boobs as she bounced up and down, her face flushed with lust. I leaned forward to suck on her nipples until she groaned, and then I pushed them together and squeezed them hard. She moaned and clutched my shoulders, and bounced up and down faster.

I could feel her thighs rubbing against my legs, and the heat from her skin on my hands. And her pussy squirming around my hard shaft. My heart was pounding and my balls felt about to explode, but I struggled to hold on as she panted harder and harder.

"Give it to me," she grunted. "Give it to me . . . "

I ran my hands up and down her body, grunting as I tried to thrust harder up into her. She pushed her body up and down, groaning, but I wasn't going to get as deep inside as she needed. Or as far as I wanted, with my cock throbbing urgently at every push.

So I slid got my hands under Monica's ass, stretched my legs, and lifted her up. She yelped with delight and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as I lurched forward and pressed her ass against the conference room table.

"Yeah." She clutched my shoulders. "Fuck me."

I slammed my prick into her pussy as hard and deep as I could, grunting as I thrust. She clutched the edge of the table as I rocked back and forth, clutching her shoulders. I didn't care that she was my boss's daughter, and that he'd kill me if he caught us like this. All I wanted to do was drive my dick deep inside Monica until she screamed and yelled and--

"Wait!" She pushed my chest, shoving me back. "Wait, damn it!"

"W-what?" I yanked my cock out of her pussy. Someone at the door? Her father? Oh shit!

But the door was still closed. I stared at it in relief.

Monica laughed at the shocked expression on my face. "It's just that fucking against that table hurts my ass. Andy didn't care, and I had to take it."

"Oh." I tried to laugh. Then I looked at her, my prick squirming. "So . . ."

Monica swung around and bent down over the table, her legs spread wide. Her pussy dripped on the carpet. "Stick it to me."

"You're the boss." I clamped my hands on her ass.

"Yesss." Monica moaned again as I slid my prick into her slit. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck meeee . . ."

I started pushing hard. It was a déjà vu moment. There I was, my cock inside my boss's daughter in the conference room, grunting and thrusting wildly in and out while she gasped and moaned. I rubbed her ass, then leaned down to grab her shoulder as she shuddered beneath me. I was sure I'd locked the door. But right then I wouldn't have cared if the whole company burst into the room on us.

"I'm such a slut . . ." She writhed on the table. "I'm a little fucking whore. Fuck me, fuck me--"

"Yeah, take it." I squeezed her shoulder and pushed my cock as deep as I could. "Take it hard."

"I want it . . ." Monica made a fist on the table. "It's good, it's so good, just like that, just like--yes!"

I looked down at my cock spearing her tight pussy as her legs shuddered. Her ass trembled with each hard thrust. I groaned, leaned back, and clutched her hips. My balls were swinging back and forth, but my own legs felt strong enough to keep going all night. I slapped her butt once, lightly.

Monica moaned. So I slapped her again. She pushed her hips back against me. "That's it. That's it—hard cock . . . harder, harder, more and more . . ."

"Harder?" I gripped her hips. "Take it. Take all of me." I slammed my cock as deep as I could. "Is this what you want? All of it?" I wasn't going to last much longer, but she seemed close.

"Yes, I'm a slut, I'm a whore, I'm not--aahhh!"

For a moment I was sure we'd break the table and send it crashing to the floor. Monica lifted her feet, moaning, as I gripped her ass and kept ramming her pussy with my rigid cock. Then she lowered her legs and pushed back against me, her pussy pulsing with ecstasy as she slammed the table and came with a screech that anyone outside would have heard. "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Yes!" I gripped her ass. "Take me, take it, take all of it, ohhh . . ." I thrust my cock deep between her legs one last time and then I came. "Slut—slut—slut—no, no, no, just—yes, yes—yes!" My legs shook as I pumped a hard load of jism straight into her pussy in long, deep spurts, more than I could count.

Monica's body shuddered as I slowed. "Wow," she murmured. "I can feel it, cumming and cumming. . . oh yeah."

I stood back, my dick dripping. Monica rolled over and looked up at me. She giggled. "We really showed my father, didn't we?"

"I guess." He'd kill me right now. "You know, he told me to make sure you got into a cab."

She sat up, cum dripping from between her legs. "Did he say where the cab had to go?"

My cock twitched. "I'm pretty sure he wants you to go home."

"Oh." Monica sat up. "Well, I told him I wouldn't be home until late. And he'll be thrilled that I'm not seeing Andy anymore." She looked around the conference room floor. "Want to help me get dressed?"

* * *

The next morning my boss came around to my cubicle. "You and Monica were working together last night, right?"

"Uhh . . ." I prepared to get fired. And possibly die. "That's right."

"Well, she told me she's done with that asshole Andy. So thanks." He patted my shoulder. "You're doing good work around here. At least Monica says so."

I thought about how Monica had sucked my cock last night after we got back to my place. "She's doing good work too."

"Good." He nodded. "You should come around for dinner soon. Well, I've got a meeting . . ." He walked away.

I gulped some water. Then I looked up. Monica stood there, in another short skirt.

"Hello, lover." She grinned. "Meet me in the conference room?"

I leaned back and looked at her legs. "Two minutes."