Backseat Cravings at the Office Bash

The moment I spotted Jenna across the crowded conference room, my cock twitched like it remembered her better than I did. She was still that same horny slut who used to ride me for hours back in college—curves poured into a tight black dress that hugged her juicy ass and made her tits strain against the fabric. The office holiday party hummed around us with bad music and free booze, but all I could think about was bending her over the nearest desk.

"Hey, stranger," she purred, sliding up to me with a glass of champagne in hand, her green eyes already glassy from a few drinks. Her perfume hit me—something sweet and filthy that went straight to my balls. "Didn't expect to see you here after you ghosted me last summer."

I smirked, stepping closer so our bodies almost touched. "Ghosted? You mean after you texted me at 2 a.m. begging for my dick again?"

Jenna laughed low, biting her lip. "Guilty. What can I say? Your cock ruined me for other guys." She glanced around at the mingling coworkers, then leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I'm soaked just looking at you, Mark. This party's boring as fuck. Wanna make it interesting?"

My hand brushed her hip, feeling the heat through her dress. "Right here? You're still such a dirty little slut."

"Always," she whispered, grabbing my tie and tugging me toward the side exit. "Bathroom. Now. Before I start fingering myself in front of the boss."

We barely made it to the executive restroom down the hall before her mouth was on mine, tongues sloppy and desperate. I kicked the door shut, locking it as she dropped to her knees like the eager whore she was. Her fingers yanked my zipper down, freeing my thick cock that sprang out hard and veiny.

"Fuck, I missed this," Jenna moaned, wrapping her red lips around the head and sucking hard. She took me deep, gagging a little as saliva dripped down my shaft. Her eyes watered but she didn't stop, bobbing fast, one hand cupping my balls while the other slipped under her dress to rub her clit.

"Shit, Jenna... you're such a greedy cocksucker," I groaned, tangling my fingers in her blonde hair and thrusting into her warm throat. The wet sounds of her slurping filled the tiled room—gluck, gluck—mixing with the distant thump of party music. She popped off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to my glistening dick.

"Call me your slut again," she begged, pumping me with her fist, her voice husky. "I love when you talk dirty to me."

"You're my horny fucking slut," I growled, pulling her up and spinning her around. I hiked her dress over that perfect ass—no panties, of course. Her shaved pussy was dripping, lips swollen and shiny. I slapped her ass hard, the smack echoing, then rubbed my cock along her slit.

"Yes! Fuck me, Mark. Fill this pussy like you used to." She pushed back, whimpering as I sank in balls-deep in one thrust. Her walls clenched tight and wet around me, hotter than I remembered. I started pounding her from behind, gripping her hips, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and obscene.

"Oh god, your cock's so big... stretching me," she gasped, bracing against the sink, her tits bouncing free from her dress as I reached around to pinch her nipples. I could feel her getting close already, her pussy fluttering.

I pulled out suddenly, making her whine. "Not yet. I want that ass too." She didn't hesitate, reaching back to spread her cheeks, her tight little hole winking at me. I spat on it, then pushed the head of my dick against her anus, sliding in slow at first. The pressure was insane—hot, gripping vice.

"Fuuuck, yes... deeper," Jenna moaned, her voice breaking as I buried myself in her ass. I started thrusting harder, one hand on her clit now, rubbing circles while I reamed her. She came first, squirting a little on the floor, body shaking. "I'm cumming! Don't stop, you bastard!"

Her orgasm milked my cock until I couldn't hold back. I pulled out and spun her around again, shoving her to her knees. "Open up, slut." She did, tongue out, and I exploded—thick ropes of cum painting her face and tits, some landing on her tongue. She swallowed what she caught, licking her lips with a wicked grin.

We cleaned up fast, hearts still racing, her dress wrinkled and my tie crooked. Back at the party, she whispered in my ear as we grabbed fresh drinks, "Round two at my place after this? My pussy's still throbbing for you."

I clinked my glass against hers. "Wouldn't miss it. You're still the best horny slut I know."