Curves in the Copy Room

The moment I saw her ass sway across the open-plan office during the holiday party, my cock twitched hard against my slacks. Elena, the freelance illustrator they’d hired for the campaign visuals, wore a tight black dress that hugged every generous inch of her wide hips and that massive, juicy ass like it was painted on. The Christmas lights reflected off the curve where her cheeks met her thighs, and I couldn’t stop staring.

We’d been flirting for weeks while I posed for her life-drawing sessions after hours. Tonight the whole agency was drunk on cheap champagne, music thumping, but all I wanted was her.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, sliding up beside me at the drinks table, her voice low and teasing. “You gonna keep eye-fucking my ass all night or actually do something about it?”

My mouth went dry. “You noticed.”

“Hard not to when you’re practically drooling.” She took a slow sip, eyes sparkling. “I wore this dress for you, you know. Figured if you like sketching it so much, maybe you’d like to feel it.”

The tension snapped. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through the laughing crowd toward the quiet hallway. We slipped into the copy room, door clicking shut behind us. The muffled bass from the party vibrated the walls.

Elena turned, pressing her back against the humming copier, and arched just enough to make her ass thrust out obscenely. “Touch it,” she whispered. “I’ve been wet thinking about your hands on me since the last session.”

I dropped to my knees, sliding my palms up the backs of her smooth thighs, then under the hem. Fuck, her ass was even better bare—two huge, soft, heavy cheeks that filled my hands and spilled between my fingers. I squeezed hard, spreading them, breathing in the warm, musky scent of her skin and the faint tang of her arousal.

“God, it’s so big,” I groaned, burying my face between those plush globes. My tongue found her soaked pussy from behind, licking long stripes up her slit while my nose pressed against her tight little anus. She tasted sweet and filthy, juices already coating my chin.

Elena moaned, pushing back against my mouth. “Yes… lick my pussy like that. You love my fat ass, don’t you? Been jerking off to it after every pose?”

“Every single night,” I admitted between hungry laps at her clit. I sucked the swollen nub, then dragged my tongue up to circle her puckered hole. She gasped sharply, thighs trembling.

I stood, cock aching, and freed it from my pants. Thick and veined, it slapped heavily against her right cheek. “I need to fuck you.”

“Then fuck me,” she demanded, bending forward over the copier, dress rucked up around her waist. Her enormous ass jiggled with the movement, two perfect pale moons begging to be used.

I gripped her hips and thrust in hard, burying my cock balls-deep in her dripping pussy in one stroke. The wet slap echoed. Elena cried out, fingers gripping the machine. “Oh shit, you’re so deep… stretch me.”

I pounded her fast, watching that massive ass ripple and bounce with every impact. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the small room. I reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles while my other hand spanked one cheek, leaving a red print that made her clench tighter around me.

“Harder,” she begged, voice breaking. “Spank my big ass while you fuck me.”

I gave her what she wanted—sharp smacks that made her yelp and moan louder. Her pussy fluttered, gushing around my shaft. I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the copier. She spread her legs wide, heels digging into my back as I slammed back inside her.

We kissed messily, tongues sliding, her heavy tits pressed to my chest. I gripped two handfuls of that incredible ass, using it to bounce her on my cock. The copier rattled beneath us.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted against my lips. “Don’t stop—right there—”

Her walls clamped down, pulsing wildly. Hot squirt sprayed over my balls as she came with a strangled cry. I kept thrusting through it, chasing my own release. The sight of her flushed face and that huge ass spilling over my forearms pushed me over.

“Fuck, Elena—” I pulled out at the last second, stroking furiously. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her belly, tits, and the undersides of her breasts. Some landed on the top of one thigh, dripping down toward her still-twitching pussy.

She laughed breathlessly, dragging a finger through the mess and sucking it clean. “Next time I want it inside me. And maybe in my ass too. You’ve earned it, artist boy.”

We straightened our clothes, shared one last dirty kiss, and slipped back into the noisy party like nothing happened. But every time her dress shifted and that glorious ass moved, I smiled, already counting the minutes until I could sketch—and fuck—those perfect curves again.