The conference room on the top floor, clock showing 9:47 PM. Lights dimmed, only the glow of monitors and a desk lamp. Karolina – 34, black pencil skirt always hugging her ass so tight men lost their train of thought – just threw her blazer over the chair. She leaned her hips against the table edge, staring at Mateusz like he was dessert she was about to devour.
“On your fucking knees,” she said quietly, but in a tone that left zero room for discussion.
Mateusz dropped instantly. Kneeling on the carpet, hands automatically on her thighs. Skirt already hiked up to her waist, black thong soaked through the crotch. She smelled of arousal and expensive perfume that always lingered on his shirt after meetings.
Karolina grabbed his hair, yanked his head forward.
“Lick me like you want that fucking raise. Deep. Tongue inside my cunt, not just flicking the clit like a pussy.”
She spread her legs wider, one stiletto heel resting on his shoulder. Mateusz buried his face between her thighs. Tongue plunged straight in – hot, slick, throbbing. She tasted like salt and raw lust. She moaned loud, shameless, hips grinding against his face, smearing her juices across his chin and beard.
“Deeper, you fuck… shove that tongue all the way in… yes… fuck yes…”
After a minute she released his head, turned around, bent over the table. Hands flat on the surface, ass high and presented. Thong yanked down to her ankles in one motion.
“Fuck me now. Hard. I want to feel your cock balls-deep.”
Mateusz stood, unzipped. Cock rock-hard, veins bulging. No more waiting – he gripped her hips and slammed in with one brutal thrust. Karolina hissed, then groaned in pleasure.
“Harder, you bastard… wreck my pussy… deeper…”
He pounded her relentlessly, the table creaking under the force. Her tits spilled out of her blouse with every slam. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back.
“Say you’re my whore,” he growled.
“I’m your whore… your office slut… fuck me till I scream…”
He sped up. Reached around, pinched her clit hard between his fingers. Karolina howled, legs buckling.
“I’m gonna come… fuck… gonna come all over your cock… don’t stop…”
He buried himself to the hilt one last time. Felt her cunt clamp down in violent spasms. She screamed loud – no shame, let security downstairs hear, let everyone know. He exploded seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her, already leaking down her thighs.
They stood there panting for a moment. Karolina turned her head, gave a wicked smile.
“Tomorrow, 8 PM sharp. You’re staying late again. And this time you’re taking my ass.”
Mateusz just nodded. He knew he had no choice. And he didn’t want one.
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