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Hot overtime in the office

Hot overtime in the office
Hot overtime in the office

Hot overtime in the office

Hot overtime in the office; “Hey, Sandra, do you have a minute?” My boss’s head popped into my workspace as I was wrapping up for the day.

“Of course, Mr. Johnson,” I replied with a smile. “What can I do for you?”

He stepped into my tiny cubicle and shut the glass door behind him. Mr. Johnson was tall and fit, with shaggy brown hair and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. He always had a friendly demeanor, but today he seemed more nervous than usual.

“I hate to ask you this,” he began, scratching the back of his neck, “but I’m in a bit of a bind. One of my clients is demanding some last-minute changes to their project, and they need it first thing in the morning.”

I frowned sympathetically. “That’s tough, but what does it have to do with me?”

“Well,” he hesitated, “I was wondering if you would be able to stay late tonight and help me get everything ready.”

The smile on my face wavered slightly. I’d already made plans for the evening with my best friend from college who was visiting from out of town.

“I don’t know…” I started to say.

Mr. Johnson’s eyes pleaded with me. “I know it’s a lot to ask, especially at the last minute like this. But it would really mean a lot to me if you could help out.”

There was something about the way he said it that tugged at my heartstrings.

“Okay,” I relented with a sigh. “I’ll cancel my plans and stay late.”

A look of relief washed over Mr. Johnson’s face as he let out an audible breath.

“Thank you so much, Sandra,” he said gratefully. “I promise this won’t go unnoticed or unrewarded.”

With that, he turned around and headed back to his office before I could respond.

I spent the next several hours working side by side with Mr. Johnson, making the changes to the client’s project and getting everything finalized. As frustrating as it was to be stuck at the office when I could have been out having fun, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in my work.

Mr. Johnson had always been a great boss, treating me with respect and valuing my input. And despite being my superior, he had this way of making me feel like an equal, like we were partners working towards a common goal.

Hot overtime in the office.

As midnight approached, we finally finished up and got the project ready to send out.

“Thank you again for all your hard work tonight,” Mr. Johnson said sincerely as he stood up from his desk. “I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied with a tired smile. “I’m just glad we got it done.”

He walked over to where I was sitting and awkwardly reached out to pat me on the shoulder.

“I mean it, Sandra,” he said earnestly. “You’re a lifesaver.”

His hand lingered on my shoulder for a moment longer than was necessary before he let it drop back down to his side.

“Well,” he cleared his throat, suddenly sounding self-conscious, “I guess that’s it then. I’ll let you go home and get some rest.”

As I gathered my things and made my way towards the door, an unexpected surge of confidence coursed through me.

“Actually,” I said, surprising both of us, “there is one more thing you can do for me.”

Mr. Johnson looked at me quizzically as I turned around and slowly walked back towards him.

“Oh?” He asked cautiously. “What’s that?”

I stopped just inches away from him so that our faces were only inches apart.

“Kiss me,”

I demanded in a low voice filled with desire.

The look of surprise on Mr. Johnson’s face quickly turned to one of hunger as he realized what I was asking for.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, the kiss filled with all the passion and pent-up tension that had been building between us.

As our mouths moved together hungrily, his hands reached out to grab my hips and pull me closer to him. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my stomach through his dress pants, making my pussy throb with anticipation.

I moaned into his mouth as he trailed kisses down my neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. His hands slid up under my blouse and squeezed my breasts through the fabric of my bra, causing me to gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered huskily in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are.”

My pussy clenched at his words as he continued to worship every inch of my exposed skin. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged it off along with my blazer, leaving me standing there in just my bra and skirt.

Mr. Johnson’s eyes raked over my body hungrily before he reached behind me to unhook the clasp of my bra. As soon as it fell away, he took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucked on it greedily while pinching the other one between his fingers.

I moaned loudly at the sensation, not caring who might hear us or what time it was. All that mattered in that moment was the way Mr. Johnson was making me feel like a wanton slut desperate for his touch.

He pushed me back towards his desk until I was forced to sit down on its edge. With nimble fingers, he unfastened the buttons of my skirt and pulled it down my legs, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he groaned as his eyes drank in every inch of my exposed flesh. Hot overtime in the office.

I spread my legs open invitingly, revealing the wetness glistening between my thighs.

“Then come and fuck me already,” I said with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting for this all night.”

Mr. Johnson didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly undid his belt and fly, freeing his rock-hard cock from its confines before stepping out of his pants and underwear until he was just as naked as I was.

Without a word, he grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled me towards him until my ass was hanging off the edge of the desk. Then he positioned himself at the entrance to my dripping pussy and thrust forward, burying his length inside me in one swift motion.

We both gasped at the feeling of our bodies becoming one, the heat and tightness surrounding his shaft driving us both to the brink of madness. Mr. Johnson paused for a moment to let me adjust to his size before pulling back slightly and then thrusting forward again with more force.

He set a relentless pace as he fucked me hard and deep on top of his desk, each powerful stroke pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers dug into the wood beneath me for leverage as I lifted my hips up to meet each of his thrusts, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

“You like that?” He grunted between thrusts. “You fucking love how big daddy’s dick feels inside your tight little cunt.”

The dirty talk sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, intensifying every sensation until it felt like I was going to explode.

“Yes! Oh god yes!”

I screamed

as he hit just the right spot deep inside me, causing a wave of ecstasy to wash over my body. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock as my orgasm ripped through me, sending me spiraling into a state of pure bliss.

Mr. Johnson’s movements became more erratic as he chased his own release, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room. He reached down and grabbed hold of my hair, using it to pull my head back and expose my neck to him.

“I’m going to fucking cum all over you,” he growled in my ear, the roughness of his voice making me even hotter. “You’re such a good little slut for taking all of daddy’s cock.”

The combination of his words and the way he was manhandling me pushed me over yet another edge, and I felt another intense wave of pleasure crash over me, prolonging my climax until every last drop had been milked from his throbbing shaft.

With a final grunt, Mr. Johnson buried himself deep inside me one last time and emptied his balls into my needy pussy. I could feel the heat of his cum flooding me as he collapsed against me, both of us still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasms we had just shared.

We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies pressed together in a tangled mess of limbs as we struggled to catch our breath. Eventually, Mr. Johnson pulled out of me and helped me to stand up so that I could get dressed.

As we straightened ourselves up and tried to look presentable again, an awkward silence filled the air between us.

“Well,” Mr. Johnson began finally breaking the silence as he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “that was…”


I finished for him with a smile before leaning in to give him one last kiss.

“Thank you again for staying late tonight,” he said sincerely once we had separated. “I really appreciate all your hard work.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“Anytime,” I replied with a wink. “Just let me know if you ever need help with another ‘overtime’ project.”

With that, I grabbed my things and headed for the door, leaving Mr. Johnson standing there in stunned silence.

As I made my way home, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. Not only had I helped my boss out of a tight spot, but I had also fulfilled one of my deepest, darkest fantasies in the process.

I couldn’t wait to see what other surprises the future held in store for us.

Hot overtime in the office

The End

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