Hard at the Desk

Richard hunched over his keyboard, the glow of spreadsheets burning his eyes as sweat beaded on his forehead from another late-night grind. The office was empty except for the hum of fluorescent lights when Sarah strolled over, her heels clicking with purpose. "Still slaving away like a good little worker bee?" she teased, leaning against his desk with a smirk. "Or are you just trying to impress me with all that dedication?"

Richard glanced up, grinning despite himself. "Impress you? Please, Sarah. I know your standards are higher than a stack of overdue reports. What brings the queen of the corner office down to my level?"

"Maybe I got bored watching you pretend to be so focused," she shot back, her eyes sparkling with challenge. "Admit it—you're horny from all this overtime, aren't you?"

The air thickened as she stepped closer, her hand brushing his shoulder. Witty jabs turned heated: "Careful, Richard, or I'll have to show you what real hard work looks like," she purred, pulling him into a fierce kiss. Clothes hit the floor in a rush—her strong hands guiding him onto the desk as she dropped to her knees for a slick blowjob, her tongue working his cock until he was rock hard and groaning.

"Fuck, you're dripping already," he panted, but Sarah took control, standing to straddle him. "Watch and learn," she commanded, lowering her wet pussy onto his cock with a gasp. She rode him hard, her ass slapping against his thighs, both of them sweating and panting as tension snapped into raw thrusts.

"God, your cock feels perfect," she moaned, gripping his shoulders. He came first with a shudder, cum spilling deep inside her, but she followed moments later, clenching around him in a powerful release that left them both breathless.

Sarah slid off with a satisfied smile, already straightening her blouse. "That was just the warm-up, Richard—next time, we're doing this in the conference room."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him wondering what the next overtime shift would bring.