Iris adjusted her outfit, feeling a little self-conscious. She was personally invited to the IRS headquarters to learn about tax credits, and this would be her first time ever stepping foot in such a large building. She had asked some of her friends what apparel would be appropriate, and ended up wearing a skirt up to her thighs, white knee high socks, and a blue blazer with a white dress shirt underneath. She wore her favorite necklace and pair of earrings, and wondered if she looked too dressed up.
The headquarters itself was quite impressive. It was multiple floors, maybe around twenty or thirty, and she wondered if the entire building was owned by the IRS. The door slid open as she entered, and she immediately went to the secretary, barely noticing other employees walking back and forth in the lobby around her. “Hi… I’m here to see Mr. Stevenson,” she said, looking down at the impressive looking woman.
The woman stopped tapping to look up at her, “Do you have an appointment?”
“Uh… yes,” Iris said.
“Seventh floor, first office on the right,” the woman responded before going back to her work. Iris murmured a low thanks before walking towards the four elevators, feeling more and more self-conscious as she stood there. She had to keep reminding herself that she was a grown woman now with more and more clientele, and the IRS was the one that invited her. She had nothing to prove here; the bureau already knew how hard she worked.
She rode the elevator alone to the seventh floor, and found the office quite easily. As she entered, she was faced with another secretary, looking almost identical to the first.
“You’re here for Mr. Stevenson?” Iris nodded, and the woman pressed a button and spoke into the speaker in front of her, “are you ready for your next appointment?”
There was some static, and a voice across the line said, “yes, send her in.”
“He’s right over there,” the woman said, pointing towards a glass door with a film, making it so Iris couldn’t see inside the office door.
There was a plaque on the front, indicating it was the office of Mr. Stevenson, Tax Consultant, and Iris knocked before hearing him say, “come in!” in a relatively cheerful voice.
Iris was immediately awestruck as she stepped inside. Mr. Stevenson was exactly her type. Handsome with dark hair, a studious expression on his face, and square-framed glasses that fit him perfectly. She barely paid attention to the room around him, though noted that it was arranged in precise detail, with not a fleck of dust to be seen, and no personal items at all - not even a single picture frame.
“Ah, you’re Iris, yes?” Mr. Stevenson asked as he pushed his glasses up.
“I am, pleasure to meet you,” Iris extended her hand, which Mr. Stevenson took respectfully. She didn’t know if it was because she hadn’t had contact with the opposite sex in quite some time, but just feeling his warm palm against hers was already making her feel tingly. This was bad. Iris should be focusing on her work!
“Pleased to meet you, too,” Mr. Stevenson said, still looking professional. “You may call me Steve if you wish.” She nodded, but didn’t know what else to say.
They began chatting about updates from the IRS, and how it’s planning on changing specific tax credits. To the casual observer, this conversation would be incredibly boring, but Iris was having the time of her life discussing these points with someone who clearly knew what they were talking about, and it was getting her more and more entranced by this gorgeous man.
“So many niche tax credits… the EIC, the AOC & CEC, the BOFA, the FIC…”
Iris raised her eyebrows, “sorry to interrupt, but what’s BOFA? I’ve never heard of that acronym. Sorry, I probably seem so dumb right now.”
“No, this has actually been quite an enlightening conversation. The BOFA refers to ‘both of these nuts’ of course,” he said it in such a serious tone it took Iris a while to realize what he had just said. She stared at him, unable to decipher his meaning. Was he flirting with her? Or was he just making a really dumb joke… he raised a single eyebrow, causing her to burst out laughing.
“Could you repeat that?” She asked, still chuckling.
“I said… it means both of these nuts,” he repeated in a slightly deeper voice. She felt heat travel up her spine again, and she couldn’t take it anymore. She reached forward, shoved all the paper and his computer to the side, and crawled across his desk to reach him on the other side. She placed her lips on his, and it didn’t take him a second before he reciprocated and began kissing her back. Spurred on by this, she situated herself on his lap, and opened her mouth wider to let him in. He began stroking her exposed legs with his fingers as he slipped his tongue inside, making her let out a little whimper of pleasure. She had no idea she needed his touch so much, but it was already driving her completely crazy.
She adjusted herself so she was straddling his lap, and their tongues swirled around each other, both desperate for more. She began grinding into him, trying to get as much pleasure as she could out of this. “I hadn’t expected you to be so forward…” he said as they both sucked in a deep breath.
“I don’t know what came over me… tax talk just gets me so hot and bothered sometimes,” she admitted.
“It gets me going too,” he said in agreement, “I’ve never met someone who’s felt the same way.”
“When you said the nuts joke… I just couldn't take it anymore,” she grabbed either side of his face and began kissing him once more, wanting to taste his lips again. She bit his lower lip and pulled it before letting it snap back in. Before he could react or do anything else, she began kissing down his neck. She was loving the scent of him, like new pieces of printed paper, absolutely delicious. She unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to see how he looked underneath his serious exterior, and was pleased to see he had some hair on his chest, which was definitely her type. She slipped the shirt off of him, throwing it behind him as she studied his upper torso.
“My secretary could walk in any moment…” he said, looking towards the door.
She grinned at him and said, “wouldn’t that make it more exciting?” With that, she ground into him again, and could feel his erection get even harder underneath. She was salivating with the need to see how he looked, because it definitely felt big through his trousers. He seemed to want her naked as well, though, because he reached forwards and took her blazer off, then began working on her buttons. He was shaky as he did so, though she was also distracting him by grinding hard against him every chance she got.
He eventually removed her shirt, leaving her lacy white bra underneath. “My turn,” she said, and reached down to unzip his pants, leaving him only in his boxers and white socks. She began stroking his dick through his boxers, feeling the length of him. It was absolutely embarrassing how wet she was already, so much so she didn’t want him to check. He would think of her as a complete vixen! She reached into his boxers, pulled out his tumescent rod, and marveled at how hot and thick it was between her fingers. She hoped he didn’t have a wife but didn’t think she cared much at this point. She began stroking his powerful column, pressing hard at the head every time she did so. He groaned and thrust into her, though opened his eyes to tell her he wanted her bra off so he could watch her tits bounce up and down.
It was so hot she unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. She looked up at him with hooded eyes, and knew he could tell how desperate she was. “Your tits are perfect…” he moaned as she continued to stroke him. Spurred on by the compliment, she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and gave the head a hard suck. She let go for a second as she began playing with his large balls, grinning up at him as she said, “BOFA are up to standards.” He started laughing but stopped as she wrapped her mouth around his dick and pushed her way all the way to the base. He gasped and thrust into her mouth, grabbing onto her hair as he lost control. “Yes…” His fingers dug into her head, and he began fucking her mouth, not caring whether or not she’d be able to breathe.
She loved how rough he was being, because she knew she was the one to break his calm exterior. He hit the back of her throat with every thrust, and she was trying hard not to gag, though tears were starting to form in her eyes. “Fuck… I’m going to cum!” He announced right before she felt him expand inside of her mouth and then felt the thick hot cum coat her tongue. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful before he pulled out. He slumped back on the chair, panting heavily.
She wondered if he was done with her, and felt a little awkward sitting there. That was until he grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and flipped her around so her ass was facing him. He pulled her skirt up and her panties down so quickly she could barely react, and then shoved two fingers inside of her. She gasped at the intrusion, but absolutely loved it.
“You’re so wet for me,” he said as he began pumping into her needy mound. She wiggled and met him stroke for stroke, and was about to ask for more when she felt him pull his fingers out and have something else replace it instead. She couldn’t believe it- how did this serious accountant get hard so quickly? She’d never seen anything like it!
He fisted her skirt as he pushed into her, and she loved how much he spread her puffy sex open with his throbbing pillar of creation. It seemed he wasn’t all the way in yet, because he pulled out slowly and slammed back in again, and this time he seemed to get deeper inside of her. It was too much to take. She moaned loudly with every stroke, not caring if his secretary could easily hear everything that was happening. Steve reached down and began circling her clit, encouraging her as he pounded into her. This was by far the best sex she's ever had, and she had no idea it would be happening until just moments ago!
Her pussy clenched around him, completely out of control as embarrassing mewing noises came out of her throat. The desk shook as they fucked, and she was almost afraid it would collapse underneath them.
His fingers were just too expertful, because she could feel herself get to the edge as he continued to fuck her. She bit her lip hard as she came, her pussy producing so much juice she knew it was completely soaking him. “Yes… cum for me!” He groaned, as she clenched so hard around him he came as well. His cum exploded for a second time inside of her, and she felt like she was about to pass out from so much pleasure.
He eventually pulled out of her, causing her to slump over the table, feeling completely immobile. “I…” she began, then stopped, not knowing what to say.
He began putting his clothes on, and fixed his glasses back on his face. “Well, I would say that was a tremendously successful meeting.”
“Yes, I’ll definitely look into BOFA in the future thanks to your teachings,” she said, still panting as she fell slowly to the floor. It seemed like there was nothing to be nervous about, afterall.