After-Hours Performance Review

The fluorescent lights hummed low over the empty office floor, casting long shadows across the desks. Elena Voss, my strict landlady and the iron-fisted boss of this property-management firm, had kept me behind after everyone else left. Her sharp heels clicked as she circled my chair, that tight pencil skirt hugging her wide hips and firm ass like a second skin. From the moment I’d started two weeks ago, the air between us crackled—her cool gray eyes always lingering a beat too long on my mouth, my cock twitching every time she barked orders in that clipped, smoky voice. Tonight she’d locked the door.

“Mr. Hayes,” Elena said, stopping right in front of me, arms crossed under her full tits so the buttons on her white blouse strained. “Your rent is due in three days. And your quarterly report is garbage. I expect better from the man sleeping under my roof.”

I swallowed, pulse hammering. “I can fix the report, Ms. Voss. I’ll stay as late as you want.”

Her lips curved, predatory. “Good. Because I’m not in a forgiving mood.” She leaned down, breath warm against my ear. “Lock your hands behind the chair. Don’t move them.”

The command hit me low in the gut. I obeyed, gripping the backrest while she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Creamy cleavage spilled into a lacy black bra that barely contained her heavy breasts. My dick surged against my slacks, obvious and aching.

“See what you do to me, tenant?” Elena murmured, voice dropping into a filthy whisper. She hiked her skirt up those smooth thighs, revealing sheer black pantyhose and no panties—just a glistening, shaved pussy already wet. “I’ve been dripping since the morning meeting. Thinking about bending you over my desk.”

“Fuck, Elena…” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

She slapped my thigh hard enough to sting. “Ms. Voss while I’m riding your cock, understand?” But her eyes sparkled with heat. She unzipped me with practiced fingers, pulling my thick, veiny dick free. It sprang up, heavy and leaking pre-cum at the tip. “Jesus, look at this big cock. No wonder you walk around so cocky.”

Elena didn’t tease. She straddled me, pantyhose crotch ripped open with a sharp tear, and sank down in one slick motion. Her tight, scorching pussy swallowed every inch, walls clenching like a velvet fist. We both groaned loud in the silent office.

“Oh shit… so fucking full,” she gasped, forehead pressed to mine. Her breath hitched as she started rolling her hips, grinding her swollen clit against my pelvis. “That’s it… stretch your landlady’s cunt. Harder than my last useless renter ever could.”

I bucked up to meet her, the chair creaking under us. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—her juices coating my balls, dripping down my shaft with every bounce. Her tits spilled completely out of the bra now, nipples dark and stiff. I wanted to touch them so bad my hands shook behind the chair.

“Beg me,” she panted, riding faster, ass slapping against my thighs. “Tell your boss how much you love this pussy.”

“I fucking love it, Ms. Voss,” I growled, voice rough. “Your cunt’s gripping me so tight I’m gonna explode. Please… let me touch those perfect tits.”

She laughed, low and throaty, then grabbed my hair and yanked my face between her bouncing breasts. “Suck them. Bite. Make it hurt so good.”

I latched onto one fat nipple, sucking hard while she fucked herself on my dick with frantic, wet strokes. The smell of her—expensive perfume mixed with raw pussy—drove me insane. Her moans turned into sharp cries that echoed off the glass walls.

“God, yes… right there—fuck, I’m close already.” Elena’s thighs started trembling. She reached down and rubbed her clit in tight circles, her inner walls fluttering around my cock. “Don’t you dare cum yet, tenant. I want to feel you throb while I soak this chair.”

She came with a strangled shout, pussy spasming, a hot gush of cream flooding over my balls. Her whole body shook, nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. I held on by sheer will, jaw clenched, cock buried to the hilt inside her pulsing heat.

Before she could catch her breath, Elena slid off me with a wet pop, strings of her cum stretching between us. She turned, planted her hands on the desk, and looked back over her shoulder. That juicy ass, still framed by torn pantyhose, wiggled invitingly.

“Get up. Fuck your landlady from behind. Show me you deserve to keep that apartment… and this job.”

I stood on shaky legs, kicked the chair aside, and lined up. Grabbing a fistful of her dark hair, I slammed back into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. Elena cried out, pushing back to take every inch.

“Harder! Don’t be gentle—I own you after hours.” Her voice cracked into a moan as I started pounding her, hips slapping loud against that perfect ass. The desk rattled. Papers scattered. I reached around and pinched her clit, feeling her walls clamp down again.

“You’re such a dirty slut for a boss,” I rasped, spanking her firm cheek until it glowed pink. “Getting railed in your own office like a cheap whore.”

“Yes—fuck—call me that again.” She was pushing back frantically now, chasing another orgasm. “I’m your office whore tonight. Fill me up. I want your cum leaking down my thighs when I walk out of here.”

The filthy words sent me over. I drove deep, grinding against her cervix, and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot cum spurted straight into her clenching pussy, pulse after pulse until it overflowed, creamy white leaking around my shaft. Elena shattered again, squealing my name, her squirt mixing with my load and dripping onto the carpet.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat cooling on our skin. Finally she straightened, turned, and kissed me slow and deep, tasting like lipstick and sin.

“Rent’s still due Friday,” she whispered against my mouth, smirking. “But maybe next week we can negotiate… in my private office upstairs. Naked.”

I grinned, cock already twitching again inside her. “Yes, Ms. Voss.”