The Corner Office

The office party was in full swing, a blur of cheap champagne and forced laughter, but all I could see was her. Elena. My boss. She was leaning against the window, the city lights painting her silhouette through the thin fabric of her black dress. She was gorgeous in that heavy, curvy way that made my mouth go dry — thick thighs, a soft belly, tits that strained against the silk. She caught me staring, and a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

"Enjoying the view, Marcus?" Her voice cut through the noise.

I shrugged, my heart hammering. "Just admiring the skyline."

"Bullshit." She pushed off the window and walked towards me, her hips swaying. The party around us faded to a dull hum. She stopped close enough that I could smell her perfume, something warm and floral. "My office. Now."

She didn't wait for an answer, just turned and walked. I followed like a fucking puppy, my cock already half-hard in my slacks. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the noise. The only light was the glow from her desk lamp.

"Lock it," she ordered, her back to me.

I did. The sound of the bolt sliding home was deafening. She turned, her eyes dark and hungry. "I've been watching you all night, Marcus. The way you look at me when you think I'm not noticing."

"I—"

"Shut up." She stepped forward, her hands reaching for my belt. "You think I hired you for your resume?" She unbuckled it with practiced ease, her fingers brushing against my hardening length. "I hired you because I saw the hunger in your eyes at the interview. I wanted to see if you had the balls to do something about it."

She dropped to her knees, and my breath caught. She didn't waste time. She yanked my pants and boxers down, and my cock sprang free, thick and aching. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, her thumb spreading the bead of pre-cum at the tip.

"God, look at this," she murmured, more to herself than me. She leaned in, and her tongue — hot and wet — traced a line from my balls to the head. I groaned, grabbing the edge of her desk for support. She licked me like I was a popsicle, slow and deliberate, her lips slick, her eyes locked on mine. Then she took me into her mouth. All of me.

"Fuck, Elena," I gasped.

She hummed around my cock, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. Her head bobbed, her hand working the base, her tongue swirling around the head. She was a master at this, her throat relaxing as she took me deeper, inches at a time. I could feel the back of her throat, the tight, wet heat of it. My hips bucked involuntarily, and she took it, her fingers digging into my ass to pull me closer.

"Not yet," she said, pulling off with a wet pop. She stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I want to feel this inside me."

She turned around, bending over her desk, her round ass pushing out against the tight fabric of her dress. She reached back, pulling the hem up, revealing the curve of her thick thighs and the black lace of her panties. She hooked them aside, showing me her cunt, already glistening.

"Come on, Marcus," she breathed. "Fuck me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped forward, my cock sliding against her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness. I grabbed her hips, her soft flesh yielding under my fingers, and pushed.

She was tight. So fucking tight, and hot. I slid in an inch, and she gasped, her ass pressing back against me. I pushed deeper, the feeling of her pussy clenching around my cock making my vision blur. She was dripping wet, her juices coating my shaft.

"Oh my god," she moaned, her head hanging down. "Yes."

I started to move, slow at first, savoring the feel of her. The way her body swallowed me, the way her ass jiggled with every thrust. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, and she let out a ragged whimper.

"Harder," she begged. "Fucking harder."

I gave her what she wanted. I slammed into her, my hips slapping against her plump ass, the sound echoing in the dark office. She moaned, a string of filthy words falling from her lips. I reached under her, my fingers finding her clit, slick and swollen. I rubbed it in circles as I pounded into her, her body trembling under my hand.

"I'm gonna cum," she cried, her voice cracking.

"Cum on my cock," I grunted. "Show me."

That was all it took. Her pussy clenched around me, a wave of heat washing over my cock as she came, her body convulsing, her ass shaking. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, the tight, spasming heat driving me insane.

Then I pulled out. She spun around, her face flushed, her eyes wild. She fell to her knees, grabbing my cock, stroking it fast. "Give it to me," she demanded. "Paint my face."

I groaned, my balls tightening. I came with a guttural sound, my cum spraying across her lips, her cheeks, her chin. She opened her mouth, catching the last few drops on her tongue, her eyes locked on mine, a satisfied smirk on her face.

She stood, her dress ruined, her face glistening. She reached for a tissue, wiping her cheek, her gaze never leaving mine. "Clean yourself up. The party's still going."

I just stared at her, my chest heaving.

She walked to the door, unlocked it, and paused. "And Marcus? You're getting a raise."