Fucked by the IRS

It was a usual Thursday in my usual watering hole.  I had gone through a nasty divorce and was paying big spousal support and was broke.  I hung out at this bar because they had a free taco bar and I could eat dinner and buy one drink.  It happened that I had a big project I was working on and planned on going back to the office shortly after.  I was sipping on a Guinness when a tall thin average looking woman (think Sean Young at 45) starting asking me about the dark beer as she had never seen one.  I mentioned that she must have led a sheltered life and she replied that she has been married for over 25 years and didn't get out much. We chuckled about that and I shared with her my divorce strife too.  I let her taste my Guinness and she didn't like it at all.  Said it was too bitter like something else she didn't swallow...there was my opening.  We started to flirt heavily and it turns out she was an IRS agent.  I really keyed off of that asking lots of questions about what she did and some of the things people try to get away with.  We had lots of laughs about it.  I told her I had to go back to work and she stuck out her lower lip like a baby and said we were just starting to have fun.  I apologized and gave her my number and excused myself with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I get back to my office about 6 blocks away, it's dark and I start back on the project.  An hour later suddenly there is a knock on the building's door and it's her, trashed!  I invite her in and she wants a tour of my business since it's in an old Victorian house.  We end up in my office and she starts calling me by "Mr. Ocean" (names have been changed to protect the guilty) and role playing like she's my secretary.  Well, let me tell you I'm not one to turn down the advances of a married woman who starts kissing me and drops to her knees to suck my rock hard cock.  She suddenly stops , steps back, drops her panties and then sits on the edge of my desk and says "now please fuck me Mr. Ocean" !  As I slid into her wet married pussy, I started to lay her back on my desk and realized there was one of the old fashioned spikes for putting notes on, right below her head... I quickly moved it as I didn't want a dead married half naked IRS agent on my desk with a spike in her head.   Explain that!! I proceeded to fuck her in every position imaginable on my desk.  She kept telling me to cum in her, so I did as requested and gave her about a weeks worth of jizz in her sexy hairy pussy.  Afterwards, I made her coffee to sober her up and she told me she was going home to her boring husband and could she see me again?  It lasted about a month or so at my office about a dozen times.  Finally when we both moved on to other things, she ended up banging another bar room acquaintance and they both left their spouses for each other.  I really dodged a bullet on that one just like she dodged the spike on my desk.  And for once, I got to fuck the IRS!