My Summer as the Boss’s Favorite Assistant

I started small. Leaning across his desk so my cleavage pressed against the wood. Asking him to check my work while I stood close enough that my hip brushed his arm. Wearing skirts that rode up just enough when I sat down. Every time he cleared his throat or adjusted his tie I felt a little spark of victory. Seducing the boss was easier than I expected when you have a body like mine and the confidence to use it.

The first real moment happened after hours. Most of the staff had gone home. I stayed late to “finish reports.” He stayed late because he always did. I brought him coffee, set it down, and let my fingers trail across the back of his hand. He looked up. I held his gaze and slowly licked my lower lip.

“Is there anything else you need from me tonight, Mr. Harlan?” I asked, voice soft and sweet.

He didn’t answer with words. He stood, walked around the desk, and pulled me against him. His mouth found mine hard and hungry. I melted into it, thick body pressing fully against his suit, already wet between my thighs. We didn’t even make it to the couch in his office. He bent me over the edge of that heavy wooden desk, yanked my skirt up, and pushed inside me in one deep stroke. I gasped so loud I was grateful the building was empty.

Every Chance We Could Steal

After that first time, office sex became our daily ritual. Morning meetings ended with me on my knees under his desk, sucking him while he tried to keep his voice steady on conference calls. Lunch breaks meant locked doors and me riding him in his leather chair, my heavy breasts bouncing in his face while he gripped my thick ass. Sometimes he would bend me over the copy machine after everyone left, skirt around my waist, panties shoved aside, filling me until my legs shook.

I loved how risky it felt. The thrill of almost getting caught. The way his controlled businessman face would crack the second I whispered something filthy in his ear. I became obsessed with making him lose control. I would wear no panties under my work clothes and flash him when no one was looking. I would send him texts from across the office describing exactly how wet I was thinking about his cock. By the end of the first month I was his personal little office toy, and I couldn’t get enough.

One Friday he made me stay late again. This time he didn’t even pretend it was about work. He locked the door, pushed me against the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, and fucked me from behind while I watched the lights far below. My hands left foggy prints on the glass. Every deep thrust made my thick thighs tremble. When I came I bit down on my own arm to stay quiet, but he still groaned my name like a prayer.

Summer was supposed to be temporary. A short internship. Instead it became the hottest, dirtiest, most addictive three months of my life. I seduced my boss thoroughly, repeatedly, and without a single regret. Every chance we got, every empty conference room, every late night in that office, I gave him everything. And he took it like a man who finally understood what a hot thick and sexy assistant was truly capable of.

I still think about those nights when I’m alone. The way his hands felt on my hips. The way the desk creaked under us. The way my summer job turned into the best secret I have ever kept.