The copier hummed steadily, spitting out page after page of the last-minute reports I’d been tasked with. My fingers drummed against the machine’s warm side as I glanced at the clock—8:47 PM. Another Friday night wasted in this sterile office while my friends were probably three drinks deep at the bar by now. Mrs. Winter had dropped this pile of paperwork on my desk with that same infuriating smirk, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "Oh, Joshua, I know it’s late, but if you want to prove you’re more than just Daddy’s little intern, you’ll have it done by morning." Like I had a fucking choice.
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. The woman was insufferable—demanding, condescending, always finding some trivial detail to criticize. My coffee wasn’t hot enough. The reports weren’t stapled just right. I’d caught her rolling her eyes more than once when I asked a question in front of the senior staff, like I was some clueless child instead of a college student busting his ass to learn the business. And yet…
My cock twitched in my slacks as my mind betrayed me, drifting to the way she’d leaned over my desk earlier today, her sheer blouse clinging to the lace corset beneath it. The fabric had strained against her tits, those heavy, perfect globes threatening to spill free with every breath. Her necklace had dangled just above her cleavage, a taunting pendulum my eyes couldn’t resist following. And that skirt—fuck, that skirt. It barely covered her ass, riding up whenever she sat, giving me glimpses of black lace panties when she crossed her legs. The scent of her perfume, something rich and floral with a hint of vanilla, had lingered in the air long after she’d walked away, her stilettos clicking like a metronome counting down to sin.
I shifted my weight, my palm pressing against the growing bulge in my pants. 'Just a quick adjustment', I told myself, but my fingers lingered, tracing the outline of my dick through the fabric. The copier beeped, signaling the job was done, and I snatched the stack of papers, my face hot. Christ, if anyone walked in now—
The office was empty, though. The overhead lights cast a harsh glow over the cubicles, the hum of the AC the only sound besides my ragged breathing. I adjusted my tie, willing my hard-on to subside as I pushed open the door to my tiny office.
And froze.
Mrs. Winter was perched on the edge of my desk, her blazer splayed open to reveal the deep V of her corset, her tits nearly bursting free. Her mini-skirt was hitched up around her waist, her thighs spread wide, fingers glistening as they worked between her legs. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingering herself filled the room, her breath coming in sharp little gasps.
“Took you long enough,” she purred, her voice husky. Her other hand beckoned me closer, her red nails sharp against the dark wood of my desk. “I’ve been thinking about you, Joshua. About how hard you’ve been working. How obedient you’ve been.” Her fingers circled her clit, slow and deliberate, her hips rolling in tiny, needy motions. “I thought you deserved a proper thank-you before you go back to school.”
My mouth went dry. The stack of papers slipped from my fingers, scattering across the floor. “Mrs. Winter, I—”
“Call me Elena,” she corrected, her lips curling into a smirk. “And don’t just stand there like a good little intern. Get on your knees and show me how grateful you are.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her thighs, her skin impossibly smooth beneath my palms. Up close, the scent of her was intoxicating—perfume and arousal, musky and sweet. Her pussy was bare, swollen, her lips slick with her own juices. I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully, and leaned in, my tongue dragging through her folds.
“Fuck,” she hissed, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Just like that, baby. Lick me like you mean it.”
I did. I lapped at her like a man starved, my tongue swirling around her clit before diving deeper, fucking her with it. She tasted like heaven—salty and rich, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Her thighs trembled around my head, her heels digging into my back as she ground against my face.
“Two fingers,” she demanded, her voice tight. “Now.”
I obeyed, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right. Her walls clenched around me, her breath hitching as I crooked my fingers, rubbing that spot that made her whimper. My free hand gripped my cock through my pants, stroking in time with the movements of my tongue.
“You’re such a good boy,” she panted, her hips bucking. “Look at you, so eager to please. Do you like this, Joshua? Do you like eating your boss’s pussy like a hungry little slut?”
I groaned against her, the vibration making her gasp. My fingers picked up speed, my tongue never letting up, and her thighs locked around my head as her back arched.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she warned, her voice trembling. “I’m going to come so hard down your throat, and you’re going to *swallow every drop.”
Her words sent a jolt through me, my cock leaking precome as I worked her over, my fingers, my tongue, my entire world narrowed down to the sounds of her pleasure. And then she was coming, her pussy flooding my mouth, her juices hot and thick as she cried out, her nails scoring my scalp.
I drank her down, my own orgasm crashing over me as I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.