Lailah had a fantasy, one that grew with each passing day, and that made her heart thump every time she grabbed the familiar vanilla folder. While a menial task, it was the only way she gained access into her boss's office.

For better or worse, her cubicle was the farthest away, which gave her time to sort her thoughts. The clacking of her heels alerted some of her co-workers, the ones who never missed an opportunity to steal a glance at her.

Papers right here, not there, she heard her boss's voice in her head from their first interaction.

She gave a friendly smile to the secretary then slowly opened the door as to not interrupt her boss.

She walked around the desk, bent over and placed the folder in his preferred spot, giving her boss the type of close-up she'd accustomed him to since her first day as an intern.

"Young lady, Lailah, is it?" he asked, placing his hand on her lower back.

"Ye-yes, Mister Pollard," she answered, feeling as if he could read her most intimate desires.

"You've been working here two, three weeks?" he asked, moving his hand lower to caress her ass over the fabric of her skirt.

"Well, er, I'm an intern," she said, tensing up at his touch, "you know, so I'm not getting paid."

He chuckled then asked, "And you think teasing me with this...voluptuous behind of yours is going to secure you a position here, is that right?"

"Only if, um, you like it," she replied, slightly opening her legs.

He leisurely lifted her skirt, first exposing her thigh-high stockings then the garter belt straps attached to them.

"There are unwritten rules here, one of them says that teasing the boss warrants a punishment, or reward, if you see it that way," he said, fully revealing her soft, pale ass cheeks, "and here you are with no panties."

"Thought you'd like," she began, interrupted by the sting of his hand on her ass, "the easy access, Sir."

"You aren't the first to be so daring...but certainly...the sexiest one," he said between spanks, reddening her cheeks with his firm hand.

"Why don't you fuck me then?" she asked, looking back at him.

He pressed his hand on her lower back, pinning her against the desk, while he used his free hand to release his member from its constraints. The sight of her toned legs encased in stockings and the garter straps framing her ass were more than enough to make him throb.

"Spread your ass for me," he said, no different than when he ordered her to do an office task.

Being enthusiastically submissive, she followed his instruction, which allowed the cool air to contrast against her swollen warmth.

He tapped his hardened inches against her ass, letting her feel the weight of it before bringing it down to lubricate the tip along her slit. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and pushed his hips forward to part her labia.

"You're tight, really fucking tight," he said, introducing one inch after the other into her heat.

She looked out the window, admiring the downtown skyline and wondering how many women had been in her position. Having recently broken up with her boyfriend, and being somewhat inexperienced, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan at the realization that her fantasy was being fulfilled.

The firm hold on her wrists allowed him to slot into her with ease, with every stroke tracing a pattern that set ablaze the trail of her pleasurable spots. He didn't know her too well, aside from her providing eye candy and being an intern, but her feverish arousal let him know that she was exactly where she wanted to be.

She closed her eyes, like she did at home when using her favorite dildo, and listened to the repeated, penetrating sounds coming from her pussy.

Lost in the moment, she got a bit more personal with him, "You're fucking me so good, Daddy," she said.

He was used to being called formal titles, but there wasn't one he preferred more than Daddy. It entailed a sense of belonging and submission that invigorated his dominant side.

He moved her hands away, repositioning her like a sex doll to maximize his pleasure. His vigorous thrusts were cushioned by her rippling flesh, inspiring him to spank her again and again until her cheeks were numb to the force of his hand. The mixture of pleasure and pain overloaded her senses, making her juices drool down her inner thighs and onto her stockings.

"See what happens when you're a tease?" he asked, taking pride in the way he made her lower body shake.

Her pussy succumbed to her boss's punishment. Begging him for mercy by collapsing around him, but he refused to stop his assault through her orgasm.

At the peak of her climax, she rode the waves shooting through her body that dissipated any hint of pain. He held her in place, focusing on the delirious sensations she was providing that helped take him over the edge. He knew she was fertile, unlikely to be on birth control, so he pulled out just in time for his first rope to land on the left garter strap. His much-needed orgasm announced itself with repeated sprays on her reddened cheeks.

"Clean up and get back to work," he said, squeezing the part of her ass that had been spared from his load.

"Yes, of course, Mister Pollard," she said, disappointed but not surprised by his coldness.

As she walked into the restroom, he got a final glimpse of her, and said, "Lailah, you got a job here after you graduate, personal secretary, that is."

"Thank you, I won't disappoint you, Sir," she said.

She closed the door and let out a triumphant smile, hardly believing that fulfilling her fantasy had secured her future professional career. It was just the beginning and she couldn't help but wonder about the other unwritten rules.