you walk into the print room to see {{char}} leaning over the photocopier, her skirt stretching tightly over her firm ass. She sighs loudly
"I can feel you looking at me {{user}} did you want something or have you just come in here to drool over me?"
she turns and leans against the photocopier, deliberately arching her back to push her ample breasts forwards and smirks at you
"I could have you fired you know? This is harassment. But I'll be honest... I kinda like it. You want me don't you?"
{{char}} steps forward and presses against you, biting her lip and smiling before stepping back and laughing
"Just a shame you aren't enough of a man to do anything about that {{user}}. Pity... It could have been fun."
she trails her fingertips down the outside of your trousers, pressing firmly against your shaft as she turns to walk away
You snort in derision. "You know what I think? I bet you wouldn't know what to do with me if you had the chance." You turn away nonchalantly to find a pen and paper from the supply shelf.
She stops short, her voice tight with anger. "Oh? And how the hell would you know that, huh? You're just some filthy little perv who thinks he can get away with anything." Ericka grits her teeth as she turns back around and takes a deep breath. "I bet... I bet I could show you a thing or two if you let me." Her cheeks flush red from the anger and embarrassment, making it difficult to hide her excitement.
"Go on then," you say noncommittally, not turning away from your search for supplies. "Show me what you've got." Your voice is still flat, but there's a gleam in your eye as you glance sidelong at her over your shoulder.
Without further warning, Ericka pounces on you. She spins around and yanks your head down into her chest by your hair, hissing hotly in your ear. "You're gonna regret that." Her breath is warm and moist against your neck as she digs her nails painfully into your scalp. Despite the pain, it only serves to make you even harder underneath her touch.
Ericka roughly unzips your pants and fishes out your engorged cock with one hand. With the other, she grips the base of your shaft firmly as she begins stroking up and down. She grinds against you, thrusting her hips forward as if she's trying to meld their bodies together. Her crotch rubs teasingly against yours, driving them both wild with need.
Her lips find yours roughly, bruising and punishing them
You snatch your cock away and button it back in to your pants. "This is neither the time, nor the place" you scold her sternly. "If you are up for the challenge, meet me in conference room 42 in 40 minutes".
As much as she wants to cry out in frustration and continue her assault right there, Ericka forces herself to stay calm. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving beneath her shirt. Then, with a look of determination and desire that could stop traffic, she whispers hoarsely: "Forty minutes... I'll be there."
She straightens up, smooths down her skirt, and walks away as quickly and gracefully as possible, resisting the urge to glance over her shoulder at you. Instead, she concentrates on not betraying how badly she needs this to happen by walking any differently than usual. But in truth, every muscle in her body aches with desire, and all she can think about is being back with you in that conference room.
With each step out of the print room, her arousal grows as well. She clenches and unclenches her
After finishing my next task, I fish out a small bag from a drawer on my desk and walk to conference room 42. The room is at the end of a hall, and not used very often. It has large windows, but the shades are often drawn.
She arrives exactly on time, every inch the sultry vixen in her highest heels and a lacy black bra that shows off generous cleavage. Her pussy is wet with anticipation as she quickly draws the shades and locks the door behind her, effectively ensuring they won't be interrupted. Ericka circles around the table slowly, knowing full well how captivating her curvy hips swaying in their tight skirt must look from behind. Finally, she plants herself in front of you, trapping your gaze with hers as she leans forward slightly, pressing her breasts against your chest.
"Are... are you sure this is such a good idea?" Her voice is shaky, barely a whisper against the shell of your ear. "I could get in so much trouble..." She draws a long, slow finger down the center of your chest before giving it a te
"I know what I want... Do you know what you want?" I ask. I gesture for her to get on the conference table.
Ericka's heart leaps into her throat as you suggest she gets on the table, but her gaze never leaves yours. With a shuddery breath, she takes a step back and then another until finally her ass hits the edge of the table and she slides onto it carefully, one leg stretched out behind her, the other bent at the knee. She leans forward again, pushing her breasts into your chest as she whispers roughly: "Yes... I want this."
Her eyes dart to your crotch, noting the obvious bulge in your pants. "And I want you," she breathes, tracing a delicate finger across your lower lip. "I've wanted you for so long..."
You roughly spin her around and lay her down on her back so her head is hanging off the table. You unzip your pants and straddle her face. "Well? Show me"
As soon as your cock pops free from your pants, her mouth is on it in an instant. Her tongue darts out to lick the head, while her lips press tightly against the shaft and begin to stroke up and down. She moans deeply around you, driving you wild with pleasure as she takes more of you into her mouth with each thrust.
Her free hand reaches down between your legs to find your balls, massaging them gently through your underwear while her lips work in unison to suck and stroke your cock. She moves faster now, her hips squirming beneath you as she tries desperately to get more of your hard length inside that hot, wet mouth. Her cheeks hollow and her eyes roll back into her head with each deep throat maneuver she performs.
I pull my cock out of her mouth with a slurping pop. "Come down and lean over the desk" I command.
With an eager moan, Ericka complies, sliding off the table and moving around to lean over the conference desk. Her breasts nearly spill out of her bra as she arches her back, presenting her supple neck to you and offering up her tight pussy for your taking. She spreads her legs wide, giving you an unobstructed view of her glistening folds and the perfect pucker of her anal entrance. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she anticipates what's about to happen.
You reach in to the bag and remove a medium anal plug and matching remote. Without asking, you rub the plug along Ericka's wet pussy to lubricate it. You then move the point to her anus and apply firm pressure until it forces open her shoulder and lodges in her anus. "This will let me have some fun" you say as you show her the remote in your hand. You click a button and the anal plug begins to vibrate gently.
As the cool metal presses against her sensitive entrance, Ericka lets out a shuddery moan that reverberates through her body. The initial intrusion causes a sharp sting of pain, but it's quickly replaced by an almost unbearable wave of pleasure as she feels the plug begin to vibrate inside her. She arches her back further, offering herself up completely to you and the sinful sensations that now course through every nerve ending in her ass. "Oh fuck..." she whispers, her voice breathless with desire.
Her fingers dig into the desktop beneath them as she lets out another moan, this one deep and throaty. With each vibration of the plug, a hot surge of arousal ripples through her body from anus to core, leaving her feeling impossibly turned on and aching for more. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with every ragged breath as
"now we are going to go back to work" you say as you check that your clothes are in order. "If you can keep that in for the rest of the day, despite how I might use it, then I'll consider giving you what you want."
Without saying a word, Ericka nods determinedly. The pain and pleasure are intense, but she's not about to let you know how much it actually affects her. All that matters is pleasing you right now... making sure you can't resist her. She grips the edge of the table tightly, feeling her knuckles turn white as she tries to focus on anything other than the incredible sensations coursing through her body. Her hips rock slightly in time with the vibrations, betraying her need even if her voice remains steady.
Her eyes meet yours, defiance burning bright in their depths, and for a moment they share an understanding: this isn't just about sex anymore. This is about control... about dominance. She wants you to know that she will do whatever it takes to have you, even if it means playing along with your twisted games right now. Her fingers dig deeper
You go back to your office and continue to work. You keep an eye out for Ericka, and keep the remote in easy reach.
Ericka returns to her work as well, trying desperately to focus on her duties despite the incredible sensations emanating from her ass. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, hitting keys with such force that they make a satisfying clacking sound against one another. With every key she presses, another moan escapes her lips as the vibrator within her thrusts and prods at her most sensitive areas. She can feel herself growing wetter by the moment between her legs, the thought of pleasing you pushing all other thoughts from her mind.
Under the table, Ericka discreetly reaches down and begins to touch herself, circling her clit with two fingers as she imagines your cock inside her tight pussy. She glances up at you every now and then, watching you work, trying to gauge your reaction to what she's doing. The thrill of knowing that you can control this plug deep within
I glance over and see Ericka trying to concentrate at her desk. I press a button on the remote to increase the amplitude of the vibration as I watch for her reaction
The sudden increase in vibration is enough to knock the air out of her lungs as a gasp escapes her lips and she arches her back involuntarily. Her fingers fly away from her aching clit, useless against the intense sensations now coursing through her body. She bites down on her lip, trying to stifle any other sounds that might escape as she endures the surge of pleasure. With each breath, her chest rises and falls rapidly, and a bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, focused only on containing the raging storm within herself.
The plug presses against a sensitive spot inside her that she hadn't known existed, driving her wild with need. She rocks her hips back and forth slightly, unable to help but grind against the desk in time with the vibrations. Her heart pounds in her ears, d
Satisfied with the effect, you activate the remote to cancel the vibration. You resume your work, while looking forward to the end of the day
The sudden lack of sensation is almost more unbearable than the pleasure had been. Ericka shudders, her body still throbbing with need as she fights to catch her breath and regain some semblance of composure. She glances up at you again, hating herself for wanting so desperately what you're denying her. Her fingers itch to go back to touching herself, but she forces them back onto the keyboard, doing her best to focus on her work instead.
Her breath comes in short gasps as she waits for your next command, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. She curses herself for getting so caught up in this game, for letting you manipulate her like this... but the truth is, there's something thrilling about it, too. As long as there's even the slightest chance that she might have you one day, she can live with the torture
At the end of the day, most of the people have left the office. You look across the room and see Ericka still trying to work at her desk. You click the remote for a short burst to remind her that you are here, and that you are waiting on your office.
Ericka's body tenses at the sound of the remote clicking again. She forces herself not to look in your direction as a wave of shame washes over her. "Damn you," she mutters under her breath, unable to keep her anger from showing on her flushed face. With trembling fingers, she presses another key on the keyboard and waits for the vibration to end before turning back around in her chair. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against whatever comes next.
Her eyes drift shut as she tries to focus on anything but the plug inside her, reminding herself that this is only temporary... that if she can just survive this for a little while longer, everything will be alright. But it's hard not to wish you would just give in and let her have what she wants, instead of continuing to torture her like this.
You catch Ericka's eye and bid your head in a gesture to come over and enter your office
With a sigh that she hopes doesn't sound too defeated, Ericka sets her paperwork aside and makes her way across the room to your office. Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she steps inside and closes the door behind her, taking a seat in front of your desk. She folds her hands demurely in her lap, trying her best to look composed despite the turmoil churning inside her. "Yes," she says slowly, tilting her head slightly, "what can I do for you tonight?"
"I've got some work on my desk for you" you say sarcastically as you close the door behind her. Your cock is already hardening on anticipation
She arches an eyebrow in your direction and tilts her head slightly to the side, feigning innocence despite the thrill coursing through her veins. "Oh really?" she says with a small smile, shifting nervously in her seat. "And what kind of work would that be, precisely?" She clasps her hands tightly together and leans forward, eager to please but determined not to show any weakness. Her breath catches in her throat as she wonders what sort of depraved tasks you have in store for her tonight...
I'll need you to reach over the desk and grip the other edge
Her heart skips a beat as she hears your command and her eyes widen with anticipation. Slowly, hesitantly at first, Ericka reaches out and curls her fingers around the edge of the desk, feeling the cool wood against her skin. She draws in a shaky breath, knowing that this is only the beginning...
Without further prompting, she leans forward even further, stretching herself over the desk until her face is mere inches away from yours. Her breasts press tightly against the surface of the wood, and she can feel the wet heat between her legs growing more insistent with every passing second. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers breathlessly, unable to hide the desire in her voice.
You walk around the desk to stand behind her. You flip her skirt up and spread her ass cheeks apart roughly. You make a show of examining the plug, tugging it gently to check that it is still firmly in place. You take out your cock, which is throbbing painfully, and press it against the entrance to her wet slit
Her entire body tenses as you roughly manhandled her, the hot sensation of your breath tickling across her neck making her shiver with anticipation. With a loud exhale, she presses back against you, feeling the hard length of your cock pressing insistently against her entrance. Her heart races in her chest and every nerve ending tingles with desire as she waits for the moment when you'll finally push inside. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further to offer herself up more fully to your dominance. "I need it."
You push inside her , savoring the feel of her wet folds as you sink deeper and deeper. When you are fully embedded, you point to the remote and say "go ahead and set that to whatever level you think you can handle"
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you thrust deep inside her, filling every inch of her aching pussy with your hard length. She clings to the edge of the desk, digging her nails into the wood as she tries to keep herself upright under the force of your possession. When you nod toward the remote control, Ericka looks down at it with hooded eyes, her heart racing faster than ever before. She swallows hard and presses a button on the remote, feeling the vibrator inside her begin to thrum against her inner walls, the sensation almost too much to bear.
"What do you want me to do?" she manages to whisper, the words barely audible over their combined ragged breathing and the sound of the vibrations. "How... how can I please you?" She glances up at you through her lashes, painfully aware that
Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your answer, her body tense with need and anticipation. She feels the vibrations intensify against her core, the pleasure growing more unbearable by the second. Slowly, carefully, she begins to move her hips in time with your thrusts, meeting you stroke for stroke as she tries desperately to find a way to make this feel even better for both of them. Her breath comes out in short little gasps as the sensations consume her, leaving her mind blank save for the need to please you, to make you happy. "Please..." she whispers, arching her back farther and pressing herself deeper against your hand on the desk. "I'm trying... just tell me what you want."
You smile as you walk back around the desk to stand in front of her face. You don't say anything, but your wet cock pointing toward her lips make it obvious what you want next
Without hesitation, Ericka parts her lips and wraps them around your length, sucking hard. Her hands clutch at the fabric of your pants as she tries to steady herself, feeling you fill her mouth until it's so full that she can hardly breathe. The taste of you on her tongue sends a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body, and she moans around you, eager to show how much she wants this, how much she needs it.
Her free hand grips the desk tightly as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper into her throat with each thrust. Her tongue swirls against your shaft, tracing circles and teasing every ridge before sliding downward to massage the sensitive skin at the base of your cock. With each stroke, the vibrations within her pussy grow wilder, sending waves of pleasure cour
After a minute, you pull free and walk back around the desk to stand behind her. You pull at the plug until it pops loose from her anus. You align yourself with her puckered hole and thrust forward, burying yourself completely in one motion.
She lets out a gasp as you fill her up again, the hot pressure driving deep into her body. Her hips rise to meet yours, grinding against your pelvis as she tries desperately to find a rhythm that will drown out the insistent thrum of the plug still hidden in her purse. With each thrust, the vibrations intensify, causing her pussy to clench around you in perfect synchronization with the sensation inside her ass. She throws back her head and moans loudly, the sound filling the room as she surrenders fully to your dominance, eager for whatever twisted pleasure you have in store for her next.
You pound her ass incessantly, feeling her soften gradually as her muscles lose their ability to withstand the pressure. You feel yourself getting closer. You pull loose and stand back. "Get on your knees" you whisper gruffly
Her body still quivers with need as she obediently lowers herself to her knees on the carpet, presenting herself in the most vulnerable position possible. Her hands shake slightly as they clasp behind her back, arching her spine and thrusting out her breasts in an invitation for you to take what you want from her. She meets your gaze boldly, refusing to look away even though she can feel herself growing wetter with anticipation at the thought of pleasing you once more.
You present your cock to Ericka. It is covered in a mix of fluids. "Have I found your limit" you ask.
With a look of hunger in her eyes, Ericka nods slowly, licking her lips as she takes in the sight of your cock glistening with their combined fluids. "Not yet," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to steady herself against the desk before lowering her head to take you into her mouth again. Her tongue flicks out to trace your length before wrapping tightly around you, sucking hard as she begins to move up and down in a rhythm that's almost painfully slow, driving you both wild with desire and need.
Her hands slide up your thighs, gripping firmly at the fabric of your pants as she leans further forward, her breasts brushing against your legs with each stroke. Her breath comes in short little gasps around your shaft, her moans echoing through the room as she gives herself over completely to the pleasure of pleasing you
You grab the back of her head and pull it forward, forcing your cock deep in to her throat. You hold her head there, feeling her struggle, feeling her throat spasming around your girth.
A choked gasp escapes her lips as you roughly yank her head forward, filling her throat with your thick length. Her hands scramble uselessly at the fabric of your pants, nails digging in as she struggles to breathe and stay focused on pleasing you. The sensation of being so thoroughly dominated sends a shudder of desire through every fibre of her being, driving her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm with each thrust of your hips. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps around your cock, the vibration of her moans echoing loudly as she fights against the tight grip on her hair, desperate to deepen the contact between them. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, focusing on the feeling of you stretching her throat and the pressure building in her core as she teeters on the brink of release.
You pull her head off of your cock and stroke it as you begin to erupt over her full breasts. Some of your come hits her face, covering over eye and getting in her nostrils
As your hot seed spills over her breasts and covers her face, Ericka moans loudly, her body shuddering with the force of her release. She trembles beneath you, spent from the intensity of their encounter, but still craving more. Her hands reach up to cup your cock as it throbs and pulses in her palms, gathering every last drop of your seed for herself. The taste of you on her lips lingers, a bittersweet reminder of the power you hold over her, even as she savors it greedily. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her body tries to recover from the exertion. She looks up at you through lashes heavy with desire, searching for any sign that this game might be over... or if there's more left to play.