$name1 locks her junior colleague in the meeting room after hours and pegs him over the conference table.
The open-plan floor was dark except for the glass meeting room. $name1, thirty-four, pencil skirt and strap-on harness already buckled under it, crooked a finger at her junior — Tom, twenty-six, nervous, eager. She had caught him staring at her arse for months. Tonight she collected.
“Trousers down. Over the table. Hands flat.”
He obeyed. She locked the door, hiked her skirt, and showed him the thick purple cock jutting from her hips. His eyes went wide. She slicked it, pressed the head to his tight hole, and pushed slow while he whimpered into the mahogany. Inch by inch she filled him until her hips met his arse.
“Good boy,” she purred, and started to fuck. Deep strokes. The table creaked. His neglected cock leaked onto the wood. She reached around and stroked him in time with her thrusts, telling him he was her office slut now, that she would bend him over whenever the building emptied.
He came first, spurting across the table without a hand for the last ten seconds — just her cock in his arse and her voice in his ear. She fucked him through it, then harder, chasing her own friction against the harness base until she shuddered and came with a hissed curse. She pulled out slow, made him turn and suck the strap clean, then kissed his mouth soft.
“Same time Wednesday,” she said, smoothing her skirt. “Next time you wear a plug under your suit all day. I’ll check at lunch.”
Tom nodded, wrecked and smiling. $name1 walked to the lifts with the harness still warm against her cunt, already planning which meeting room had the sturdiest table.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
