Office Work

Roxanne adjusted her sleek black pencil skirt as she settled into her ergonomic office chair, the afternoon sun filtering through the blinds of her private corner office. At 34, she was the picture of corporate poise—long auburn hair pinned in a neat updo, crisp white blouse hugging her toned figure, and legs that turned heads in the hallways. Today, though, her chair had a very special occupant beneath her.

Eugene, the overweight IT guy from the third floor, sat wedged awkwardly in the seat, his pale, doughy belly spilling over his belt and his sweaty face flushed behind thick glasses. He wasn't much to look at—greasy hair, acne scars, and a perpetual nervous twitch—but that wasn't why Roxanne had locked the door and hiked up her skirt after their usual "quick systems check." She simply enjoyed the thrill of it on a slow Wednesday.

She'd already lubed him up generously from the discreet bottle in her desk drawer. Now, with her panties pulled aside and her firm ass cheeks spread, she lowered herself onto his thick, throbbing cock, guiding the head past her tight anal ring with a practiced breath. Inch by inch, she sank down until her cheeks rested against his hairy lap, fully impaled. Eugene let out a muffled groan, his pudgy hands gripping her hips under the desk.

"Shh," she whispered casually, as if reminding him about server protocols. "Zoom call in two minutes. Be a good boy and stay still."

The video call connected. Roxanne's professional smile lit up the screen as her husband Mark and their two kids appeared in the frame.

"Hey honey! Kids! How's everyone doing?" she said brightly, her voice steady and warm. She rocked her hips in a slow, subtle rhythm, grinding her ass down onto Eugene's cock in lazy circles. The chair creaked faintly, but she masked it with a light laugh. "Sorry about the background noise—office is busy today."

Mark smiled back. "We're good! Just making dinner. Tommy wants to tell you about his soccer game."

Little Tommy popped up. "Mommy! I scored two goals! And the coach said—"

Roxanne nodded along, her breathing controlled as she clenched her ass around Eugene's shaft, riding him with casual expertise. Up and down, a little twist at the bottom, her cheeks rippling softly against his fat thighs. Eugene's belly jiggled with each movement, his nerdy whimpers barely suppressed as he buried his face against her back. She could feel him pulsing inside her, stretching her tight hole deliciously.

"That's amazing, sweetie," Roxanne replied smoothly, her free hand clicking through a spreadsheet on her second monitor like it was any other workday. "Two goals? You're a superstar. Did you remember to drink water like I told you?"

She picked up the pace just a fraction, bouncing lightly in Eugene's lap. His cock throbbed harder, slick with lube and her natural juices. Eugene's hands squeezed her waist desperately, his hot breath puffing against her blouse. She ignored the wet sounds of flesh shifting and the way his balls tightened under her.

"Yeah, Mom," Tommy continued. Their daughter chimed in about school. Roxanne laughed at the right moments, her cheeks slightly flushed but her expression perfectly composed.

"Mmm-hmm," she murmured during a lull, pretending to sip coffee while she ground deep, taking every inch of Eugene's cock into her ass. "That sounds like a fun day. Daddy, did you pick up the dry cleaning?"

Mark nodded, chatting away. Eugene couldn't hold back any longer. His body tensed beneath her, his fat cock swelling and jerking violently inside her tight anal passage. Thick ropes of cum erupted deep into her bowels, pulse after pulse, flooding her with warm, sticky heat. Roxanne's eyes fluttered for half a second, but she bit the inside of her cheek and kept her voice light.

"Uh-huh, perfect. I'll be home around six," she said, casually shifting her weight to milk the last spurts from him. Eugene shuddered and whimpered softly, his load leaking out around his shaft as she continued the gentle ride, squeezing him rhythmically like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The family chatted for another ten minutes. Roxanne nodded, smiled, asked questions, all while her coworker’s cum filled her ass and slowly dripped down his balls onto the office chair. When the call finally ended, she closed the laptop with a satisfied sigh.

"Good boy, Eugene," she purred, lifting off him with a wet pop. A thick glob of his cum oozed from her stretched hole onto his softening cock. "Now clean up your mess before my next meeting. Same time tomorrow?"

Eugene, panting and spent, could only nod eagerly as she smoothed her skirt back down and went about her day like nothing had happened. Just another productive afternoon at the office.