“Damn that woman,” Dave thought, as he sat behind his desk brooding. It was after hours, and the office was dark and deserted.



Dave didn’t usually stay late at the office; he usually didn’t have to. As the CFO of a successful plastics manufacturing company, most of his duties consisted of presentations to the board of directors, and writing projection reports on the company’s finances. His presentations were simple: the company was making money hand over fist. His projections weren’t much more complicated: he expected the trend to continue. His accounting staff was competent; three years of training and constant reevaluation had left him with the kind of staff that he demanded.



“Damn that woman,” he said aloud.



At six-foot-one, with thick black hair that was only just starting to hint at gray at the temples, Dave wasn’t used to being denied anything he wanted. If what he wanted wasn’t for sale (and considering the amount of money he could spend, very few things were not for sale), then he could usually convince someone to give it to him, hell, pay him to take it. David Gatlin was not a man to take ‘no’ for an answer. Women fell over top of each other to get to him, even the ones who didn’t know that he was rich.



But this woman was driving him insane.



Sarah Noland had started working for him about three months before. The initial interview had left Dave stunned. His first indication that his ten o’clock was here was the row of accountants that leaned out of their cubicles to watch a professional-looking woman in a black skirt suit walk by. As soon as Sarah walked into his office, Dave knew why all of the accountants had strained to catch a glimpse of her. Sarah was tall, almost queenly in appearance, and her features were breathtaking. Her golden blonde hair, which hung down almost to her elbows, was caught back into a tight ponytail. Her face was beautiful, almost exotic, with deep blue eyes, and full, berry-red lips; when she blinked, her lashes almost brushed her cheeks. Dave didn’t have any trouble seeing why people tended to stare at this woman.



Dave wasn’t the kind of person that was in the habit of giving people freebies, no matter what they looked like; but Ms. Noland had proven to be perfectly capable of handling everything just as well- better, even, than Dave could have asked. All of his paperwork was completed and on his desk, days before it had to be. Sarah had completely reworked his schedule, and all of his appointments went much more smoothly than under his previous secretary. She even made his coffee the way he liked it.



But however well she did her job, Dave was still pulling his hair out over her. Though he could find absolutely no reason to complain about her work, and her attitude was never anything but professional, Dave was certain that she was teasing him silently. She always came to work smartly dressed, with skirts that came to just above her knee, and blouses that always accentuated the gentle curve of her breasts. Several times, Dave had seen her drop something absentmindedly, and bend over to pick it up, and he had to exert every ounce of his will to keep from craning his neck to see up her skirt. She would often sit at her desk, and stretch her arms over her head, pressing her generous breasts against the fabric of her blouse, and clearly outlining her nipples. As far as Dave could tell, she never wore bras.



What was driving Dave crazy was the fact that as much as he may want to, he couldn’t do anything to satisfy his desire. Due to the stigma of sex in the workplace, Dave never made any sort of advances on any of his employees. He was too cautious to risk a lawsuit, and he had several girlfriends that he could call at any time if he felt the urge.



He had tried his best to drive her from his mind. He had taken one of his girlfriends out to dinner, and then taken her back to his penthouse and had sex with her all night. When that didn’t help, he had called several of his girlfriends, and banged all of them. But every time he kissed them, he imagined Sarah’s soft lips; every time he touched them, he thought of the curve of her breasts and the swell of her hips; and every time he stroked in and out of one of his girls, he imagined Sarah’s creamy thighs opening for him, and her, panting under him as he made love to her.



And here he was, sitting at his desk in the dark, brooding. He had to fuck her; he had finally decided that. Fuck her or fire her, but he couldn’t either. She hadn't done anything that he could use as an excuse to fire her; and he wasn't about to throw everything away, everything he had worked so hard and so long in building, all for a single roll in the hay. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands.



“I think I’m going crazy,” he said aloud.



He sat there and thought, and thought; his mind tracing and retracing the same paths. He was startled when he noticed the lights come on in one of the cubicles outside his windows, but he dismissed it as one of the accountants under him putting in a little overtime. It wouldn’t do for his employees to see him sitting in his office in the dark, so he decided not to go out and say anything. He heard a printer start working, and then saw the light to the copier area flicker on across the hall. A moment later he sat bolt upright, gripping the arms of his chair. Sarah had walked out from the cubicle, and was moving towards the copier, holding a thick folder. He watched, mesmerized, as she flicked the switch to turn on the copier, and then disappeared back into the cubicle as the copier started. His mind was racing as she reappeared, leafing absorbedly through the folder, and selected several pages and placed them on the copier.



She stood there with her back to him, poring over her work as the copier scanned the documents. As soon as it finished, she lifted the lid and replaced the pages with several more. As she closed the copier, several of the papers in the folder slid out onto the floor. She bent down to pick them up, her skirt riding up close to her shapely ass. Almost against his will, Dave leaned over, intent on the spot just between her legs. She was wearing a red thong.



In a trance, Dave got up and walked slowly towards her as she picked up the loose pages from the floor. He slowly extended one hand, sliding it up between her legs. She froze, as he caressed her through the fabric of her panties; then she let out a soft moan, and lifted her ass towards him, giving him better access to her. He stepped toward her, reaching down and cupping her breast in his other hand. He pulled her up against himself, his hand groping at the buttons on her blouse; impatiently, he pulled on the hem, the buttons popping out as he bared her luscious breasts. As he expected, no bra hindered him, and he gently cupped one of the soft mounds in his palm, his thumb running quickly over the nipple.



She groaned as he caressed her sensitive nipples with his fingers, toying with them, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. He bent down, planting a hungry kiss on her neck. He grazed her smooth skin with his teeth, his hands moving down to her hips, undoing the zipper on the side of her skirt. He slid it down smoothly, his hands wandering over her taught stomach, as his lips moved down to her shoulder. His hands moved back down to her red panties; he slowly slid his fingers under the band, teasing it slowly down over her hips. Finally, with a rush, he slid it down over her ass, and his hands moved down greedily.



His fingers explored her neatly trimmed bush, moving down slowly towards her quickly moistening womanhood. She gasped as his fingers found her, softly caressing the pouty lips, probing slightly into her heated folds as his other hand slid up to her neck and breasts. He stood there for a moment, his hands wandering over her undulating body, knowing her almost as well as she knew herself; then, roughly, hungrily, he turned her around and covered her soft mouth with his, pulling her lithe body up against himself. His tongue parted her lips, and slowly explored her pearly teeth. Then it moved past them, exploring her warm mouth; his tongue touched hers, dancing, then he pressed into her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.



He walked her back as he kissed her, towards his office. The back of her legs bumped up against the smooth marble top of his desk. With an impatient movement, Dave swept everything off of his desk, office supplies clattering on the floor unheeded. He bent her backwards onto the desk, his hands running down the length of her body, sending thrills up and down her spine. He lifted one of her feet off of the ground, pushing it up onto the desk; then he reached down, pulling down the zipper to his pants. His erection sprang out, throbbing as he gripped it and guided it towards her.



He touched the tip of his cock to her folds, rubbing the wetness around, and letting his pre-cum mingle with her juices. Then he slowly moved his hips forward, working the head of his cock into her. He kept moving in, feeling her hot pussy engulf him, until all eight inches of his cock were inside her. Then he slowly pulled back, feeling her folds slide on his cock. He kept pulling back until he was almost completely out of her, then he slowly moved his hips forward, driving his entire length back into her.



He moved back out again, slowly gaining speed, until he was fucking her in a nice even rhythm. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples in his mouth as he continued to fuck her pussy. She moaned as he grazed it with his teeth, flicking her nipples serpent-like, switching from one to the other as his penis slid in and out of her soaked womanhood. She lifted her other foot up off of the ground, wrapping both of her legs around him, urging him on to greater speed.



He fought the urge to cum as he felt her canal grip his cock; he increased his speed, pounding her luscious body, her breasts moving freely as he released her nipple from his mouth. He gripped her shoulders for more leverage, his balls slapping her ass as he prepared to cum. She gasped loudly, and he felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she reached her climax. He covered her mouth with his, swallowing her screams of ecstasy as her body convulsed in pleasure. With a final thrust, he shoved his erection as deep into her as it could go, shooting his sperm deep inside her, filling her completely; both lovers swallowed each other’s groans and gasps as they writhed together on the desk.



Finally, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted. He rolled off, and pulled her slender body closer to him, his eyes half-lidded, his chest still heaving. He planted a soft kiss on her lips, and her eyes fluttered softly open. She looked up at him, her beautiful lips curling in a small smile.



“I thought you would never notice me,” she whispered, and softly fell asleep.