I walked into Marcus's office at 7 PM like he ordered. The building was empty, lights dimmed, just the sound of his deep voice on the phone wrapping up a call. He hung up, leaned back in his leather chair, and stared at me with those dark eyes. "Close the door and lock it, Lisa. You've been eye-fucking me for months. Time to do something about it."
I locked it. My heart pounded but my pussy was already soaked. Marcus stood up, all six-foot-three of him, broad shoulders in that tailored suit, skin deep black and smooth. He didn't waste time. "Get on your knees. Now."
I dropped. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. Thick, veiny, at least ten inches, heavy and already half-hard. "Open your mouth, slut." I did. He shoved it straight in, no teasing. The head stretched my lips wide as he pushed to the back of my throat. I gagged but he held my head and fucked my face hard. Spit ran down my chin onto my blouse. "That's it, take that black dick. Suck it like the office whore you are."
He pulled out after a minute, strings of saliva connecting us. "Stand up. Bend over the desk." I obeyed, hiking my skirt up. No panties, just like he'd probably guessed. Marcus slapped my ass hard, then lined up and rammed inside in one thrust. My pussy stretched around that massive cock, burning and perfect. He didn't go slow. He pounded me, balls slapping my clit, desk creaking under us.
"Fuck, your tight white cunt feels good," he growled, gripping my hips. "Been wanting to wreck this since your interview." I moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch. He reached around and rubbed my clit rough and fast. I came hard, legs shaking, pussy clenching on him. He didn't stop. Kept slamming in, making wet squelching sounds with every thrust.
He pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me onto the desk. My legs went over his shoulders as he shoved back in. Missionary on the hard wood, his body pinning me down. He fucked me deep, grinding against my G-spot. "Look at me while I fuck you," he ordered. I stared into his eyes, mouth open, tits bouncing out of my bra. He leaned in and sucked a nipple hard, biting just enough to sting.
Marcus flipped me again, this time on my back with my head hanging off the desk. He fed his cock into my throat from above while he fingered my dripping cunt. I choked and drooled but took it. He pulled back, slapped my face with his wet dick, then buried himself in my pussy again. We moved to the couch next. He sat down and I straddled him, riding that thick shaft. He grabbed my ass and bounced me up and down, controlling every move. "Ride it, bitch. Show me how bad you want this promotion."
I came again, screaming his name, juices running down his balls. He stood up with me still impaled and fucked me standing, my back against the wall. His strength was insane, lifting me like nothing while he drilled upward. Sweat covered both of us. The room smelled like sex and his cologne.
Finally he bent me over the arm of the couch and went at me from behind again, long powerful strokes. "Gonna fill this pussy," he grunted. His cock swelled and he exploded, hot thick cum flooding me in pulses. I came one last time around him, milking every drop.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Marcus pulled out slow, cum leaking down my thighs. He slapped my ass once more. "Clean up and get dressed. Same time tomorrow. And tell HR you're taking that new role under me."
I straightened my clothes, still shaky and full of his load. Best "meeting" I'd ever had.
