A Filthy Office Sex Story
Mandy strutted into Bob’s office like she owned the place. At 30, she was a goddamn knockout—long legs, a C-cup rack that strained her blouse, and a round, juicy ass that could stop traffic. Her dark hair fell in waves, framing a face that screamed trouble. She’d been working under Bob for a year now, and every day was a tease—those tight skirts, the way she bent over the copier just a little too long. Today, though, wasn’t about filing reports. It was a management meeting, a one-on-one, and Mandy had plans. Big ones.
Bob, 41, sat behind his desk, trying to look professional. He was her manager, a guy who’d climbed the ladder with charm and a sharp mind, but under that suit was a dirty bastard with a thick cock and a thing for anal. His short, salt-and-pepper hair gave him a rugged edge, and his eyes—dark and hungry—followed Mandy as she walked in. He shifted in his chair, already feeling his dick twitch. She’d worn a black skirt that hugged her ass like a second skin, a white blouse with one too many buttons undone, and heels that clicked loud on the hardwood floor. “Afternoon, Bob,” she said, her voice low and teasing, like she knew something he didn’t.
The meeting started tame enough. Bob flipped through some papers—sales figures, quarterly goals, the usual bullshit. Mandy sat across from him, legs crossed, skirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of thigh. She twirled a pen in her fingers, letting it slip to her lips now and then, sucking the tip lightly while he talked. “So, Mandy,” he said, clearing his throat, “your performance lately… it’s been solid. Any thoughts on where you want to go with the company?” She smiled, slow and wicked, leaning forward so her tits pressed against the edge of the desk. “Oh, I’ve got thoughts, Bob. I think I deserve a raise. A big one.”
He blinked, caught off guard, his eyes dropping to her cleavage. Her blouse had popped a button—accidentally on purpose—and the swell of her C-cups was right there, begging to be stared at. “A raise, huh?” he muttered, shifting again as his cock started to swell. Mandy didn’t miss it. She uncrossed her legs, letting them part just enough to flash a glimpse of lace panties. “Yeah,” she purred, standing up and walking around the desk. “I work hard, don’t I? Don’t you think I’ve earned it?” Her hips swayed, that round ass bouncing with every step, and Bob’s hands clenched the armrests.
She stopped right beside him, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something sweet and dirty, like sex and candy mixed together. “Mandy, you’re trouble,” he growled, but there was no fight in it. She smirked, leaning down so her lips brushed his ear. “Let’s skip the bullshit, boss,” she whispered, her hand sliding over his thigh, brushing the bulge in his pants. Bob sucked in a breath, his dick jumping at her touch. She didn’t wait for permission—her fingers found his zipper, tugging it down slow, teasing him as his thick cock sprang free, already rock-hard and throbbing.
“Fuck,” Bob groaned, head tipping back as Mandy dropped to her knees. She looked up at him, eyes glinting with mischief, and wrapped her lips around his fat tip. Her tongue swirled, licking off the bead of precum, then slid down his shaft, taking him deep. She sucked hard, her C-cups jiggling in her blouse as she bobbed her head. Bob’s hand shot to her hair, gripping tight, guiding her as she gagged on his meat. “That’s it, suck it,” he rasped, hips bucking into her mouth. Mandy moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, making his balls ache.
She pulled back, a string of spit connecting her lips to his dick, and grinned. “You like that, huh?” she teased, stroking him with one hand while the other tugged at her blouse. Another button popped, and her tits spilled out—round, perky, nipples hard as bullets. Bob’s eyes locked on them, his cock twitching in her grip. “Jesus, Mandy,” he muttered, but she was already standing, peeling off her skirt. It hit the floor, revealing a black thong that barely covered her plump ass. She turned, bending over his desk, papers scattering as she arched her back. “Fuck me, boss,” she said, voice dripping with need.
Bob didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, kicking his chair back, and yanked her thong aside. Her pussy was wet, pink, and glistening, but he couldn’t resist that ass—round and begging for attention. He spat on her slit, rubbing it in with his fingers, then lined up his thick cock and pushed into her cunt. Mandy moaned loud, “Harder!”—her tits bouncing as he slammed into her, desk creaking under the force. She gripped the edge, nails digging in, her ass jiggling with every thrust. “Goddamn, you’re tight,” Bob grunted, hands squeezing her hips, watching her flesh ripple.
But Bob wanted more—he always did. Anal sex was his thing, and Mandy’s ass was a fucking masterpiece. He pulled out, his cock slick with her juices, and pressed the tip against her tight asshole. “You ready, slut?” he growled, voice rough with lust. Mandy glanced back, biting her lip, eyes wild. “Rip me open, Bob!” she shot back, pushing her ass toward him. He didn’t hesitate—spit on his dick for extra lube, then thrust in, slow at first, stretching her. She gasped, a sharp cry escaping, but it melted into a deep moan as he sank balls-deep into her ass.
“Fuck, yes!” Mandy screamed, her voice echoing off the office walls. Bob gripped her hips, pounding her ass hard—her round cheeks slapped against him, red from the impact. The desk shook, pens and papers flying everywhere, but neither cared. Her asshole clenched around his thick cock, tight and hot, driving him wild. “You like that, huh?” he snarled, reaching around to grab her tits, pinching her nipples. She nodded, panting, “Fuck my ass, Bob!” Her body rocked with every slam, sweat dripping down her back, her thong tangled around her thighs.
Mandy’s hand slid between her legs, rubbing her clit fast, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. “I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, her ass tightening even more around him. Bob fucked her harder, relentless, loving how she took it—his dirty little office slut. She came hard, her body shaking, a scream ripping out as her pussy soaked the desk. The clench of her ass pushed Bob over the edge. “Fuck!” he roared, pulling out just in time to spray a hot, messy load across her ass and back. Thick ropes of cum dripped down her crack, pooling on her skin.
Mandy slumped over the desk, panting, her ass still quivering, cum streaking her flesh. Bob collapsed back in his chair, dick softening but still throbbing, staring at her wrecked body. “That’s my raise, huh?” she said, voice hoarse, a smirk tugging at her lips. She wiped a finger through his spunk, sucking it clean with a wink. Bob chuckled, chest heaving. “Meeting adjourned,” he rasped, already thinking about the next time he’d call her in. Mandy stood, adjusting her thong, leaving the mess for someone else to clean—ready for whatever Bob wanted next.
The office smelled like sex—sweat, cum, and Mandy’s perfume hanging heavy in the air. She grabbed her skirt, slipping it back on, her blouse still half-open, tits barely contained. Bob watched, catching his breath, his cock twitching at the thought of round two. “You’re a fucking animal,” he said, shaking his head. Mandy laughed, tossing her hair. “Only for you, boss.” She sauntered to the door, ass swaying, leaving him with a hard-on and a trashed desk. The meeting was over, but the game? That was just getting started.
Later, Bob sat alone, replaying it in his head—Mandy’s moans, her tight ass, the way she begged for it. He’d always had a thing for anal, but she’d taken it to another level. Her C-cups bouncing, that round ass swallowing his cock—it was burned into his brain. He adjusted his pants, already planning the next “management review.” Mandy wasn’t just an employee anymore; she was his dirty little secret, and he’d make damn sure she got that raise—one way or another.
Mandy, meanwhile, walked back to her desk, a smug grin on her face. She could still feel him—his thick dick stretching her ass, his cum dripping down her skin. She loved the power, the way she’d turned a boring meeting into a fuckfest. Bob thought he was in charge, but she’d played him like a fiddle. Next time, she’d push him even further—maybe bring a toy, or let him tie her up. Whatever it took to keep the office hot and her paycheck fatter. Office Sex was her game now, and she was winning.
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