My phone buzzed for the third time in as many minutes, the screen lighting up with a new message from the guy I matched with. The name was a lie, I realized now, but the words still sent a shiver down my spine. I want to bend you over my desk and ruin that tight little pussy. My thighs clenched under my skirt, and I shifted in my chair, my panties damp. The office was silent except for the hum of the overhead lights. It was late—too late—but the deadline loomed, and here I was, sneaking glances at my phone like a teenager.I shouldn’t have been doing this. Not at work. Not with him. But the thrill was intoxicating. This guy had been nothing but bold since we matched on that app two weeks ago. His profile was sparse—no face, just a ripped torso and a vague bio that promised more if you’re brave enough. I’d been brave. Too brave. I’d sent him pics—my tits, my pussy, my face half-hidden in shadow, my lips parted in a teasing smile. He’d returned the favor with photos of his cock, thick and veined, and texts that made me ache. I’m going to fuck you raw. Swallow every drop. I’d been hooked, feverishly typing back fantasies at 3 a.m., my fingers slick between my thighs.Now, sitting at my desk, I typed a quick reply. I’m wet just thinking about it. My heart raced as I hit send, my eyes darting to the glass wall of my boss’s office. He was in there, hunched over his laptop, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up. His dark hair always looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, and his smoldering gaze could strip a woman bare. I’d caught him looking at me more than once, his eyes lingering a second too long, and I’d told myself it was my imagination. It had to be my imagination.My phone buzzed again. Show me. My breath hitched. I glanced toward my boss office, but he was typing something, his brows furrowed in concentration. I stood, smoothing my skirt, and made my way to the restroom. Once inside, I leaned against the sink and hiked up my skirt, snapping a quick pic of my lace panties, damp and clinging. I sent it before I could second-guess myself. My phone pinged almost immediately. I want those off. Now.My cheeks burned, but I was already unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it open to reveal my black lace bra. My nipples were hard, straining against the fabric. I snapped another photo, this time of my tits, my fingers pinching one nipple. Yours, I typed. The response was instant. A photo of his cock, hard and glistening at the tip, his wrist in the frame. I froze. The watch—I’d seen it a hundred times. Black leather, silver face. Similar to my boss's watch. It cannot be!My stomach dropped. I stared at the screen, panic bubbling up. I’d been sexting my boss. I heard footsteps in the hallway and quickly adjusted my clothes, shoving my phone into my pocket. When I stepped out, he was there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry. “My office. Now.”My legs felt like jelly as I followed him, my mind racing. He closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. He turned to me, his lips curling into a smirk. “So,” he said, his voice low, “you’ve been sending me pictures of that sweet little pussy.” My face burned, but he didn’t wait for a response. “Show me.”I hesitated, my hands trembling, but the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I hiked up my skirt, revealing soaked panties. He stepped closer, his fingers hooking into the lace and tearing them down in one swift motion. My breath hitched as he dropped to his knees, his hands spreading my thighs apart. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my slit. I gasped, my legs shaking, as he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit.“Sir—” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. He stood abruptly, pulling me into a searing kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. He spun me around, bending me over his desk, papers scattering to the floor. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and insistent, and he pushed into me with one brutal thrust. I cried out, my nails digging into the desk as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips.“You want this cum?” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, unable to speak, and he chuckled darkly. “Beg for it.” My body was on fire, every thrust sending sparks through me. “Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Please, Sir, I need it.” He slammed into me harder, the desk rocking with each movement. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity, my pussy clenching around him as I teetered on the edge.“Come for me,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. He didn’t slow, his strokes relentless as I trembled beneath him. Finally, with a groan, he pulled out, spinning me around and shoving his cock into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head as his hands gripped my hair. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hips thrusting into my mouth. “Swallow it all.”He came with a growl, hot cum spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my eyes locked on his. When he pulled back, we were...

My phone buzzed for the third time in as many minutes, the screen lighting up with a new message from the guy I matched with. The name was a lie, I realized now, but the words still sent a shiver down my spine. I want to bend you over my desk and ruin that tight little pussy. My thighs clenched under my skirt, and I shifted in my chair, my panties damp. The office was silent except for the hum of the overhead lights. It was late—too late—but the deadline loomed, and here I was, sneaking glances at my phone like a teenager.

I shouldn’t have been doing this. Not at work. Not with him. But the thrill was intoxicating. This guy had been nothing but bold since we matched on that app two weeks ago. His profile was sparse—no face, just a ripped torso and a vague bio that promised more if you’re brave enough. I’d been brave. Too brave. I’d sent him pics—my tits, my pussy, my face half-hidden in shadow, my lips parted in a teasing smile. He’d returned the favor with photos of his cock, thick and veined, and texts that made me ache. I’m going to fuck you raw. Swallow every drop. I’d been hooked, feverishly typing back fantasies at 3 a.m., my fingers slick between my thighs.

Now, sitting at my desk, I typed a quick reply. I’m wet just thinking about it. My heart raced as I hit send, my eyes darting to the glass wall of my boss’s office. He was in there, hunched over his laptop, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.  His dark hair always looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, and his smoldering gaze could strip a woman bare. I’d caught him looking at me more than once, his eyes lingering a second too long, and I’d told myself it was my imagination. It had to be my imagination.

My phone buzzed again. Show me. My breath hitched. I glanced toward my boss office, but he was typing something, his brows furrowed in concentration. I stood, smoothing my skirt, and made my way to the restroom. Once inside, I leaned against the sink and hiked up my skirt, snapping a quick pic of my lace panties, damp and clinging. I sent it before I could second-guess myself. My phone pinged almost immediately. I want those off. Now.

My cheeks burned, but I was already unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it open to reveal my black lace bra. My nipples were hard, straining against the fabric. I snapped another photo, this time of my tits, my fingers pinching one nipple. Yours, I typed. The response was instant. A photo of his cock, hard and glistening at the tip, his wrist in the frame. I froze. The watch—I’d seen it a hundred times. Black leather, silver face. Similar to my boss's watch. It cannot be!

My stomach dropped. I stared at the screen, panic bubbling up. I’d been sexting my boss. I heard footsteps in the hallway and quickly adjusted my clothes, shoving my phone into my pocket. When I stepped out, he was there, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry. “My office. Now.”

My legs felt like jelly as I followed him, my mind racing. He closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. He turned to me, his lips curling into a smirk. “So,” he said, his voice low, “you’ve been sending me pictures of that sweet little pussy.” My face burned, but he didn’t wait for a response. “Show me.”

I hesitated, my hands trembling, but the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I hiked up my skirt, revealing soaked panties. He stepped closer, his fingers hooking into the lace and tearing them down in one swift motion. My breath hitched as he dropped to his knees, his hands spreading my thighs apart. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my slit. I gasped, my legs shaking, as he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit.

“Sir—” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair. He stood abruptly, pulling me into a searing kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth as his hands roamed over my body. He spun me around, bending me over his desk, papers scattering to the floor. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and insistent, and he pushed into me with one brutal thrust. I cried out, my nails digging into the desk as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips.

“You want this cum?” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. I nodded, unable to speak, and he chuckled darkly. “Beg for it.” My body was on fire, every thrust sending sparks through me. “Please,” I whimpered, my voice breaking. “Please, Sir, I need it.” He slammed into me harder, the desk rocking with each movement. The risk of being caught only heightened the intensity, my pussy clenching around him as I teetered on the edge.

“Come for me,” he commanded, and I obeyed, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. He didn’t slow, his strokes relentless as I trembled beneath him. Finally, with a groan, he pulled out, spinning me around and shoving his cock into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head as his hands gripped my hair. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hips thrusting into my mouth. “Swallow it all.”

He came with a growl, hot cum spilling down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my eyes locked on his. When he pulled back, we were...

"I want to bend you over my desk and ruin that tight little pussy."
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Sexted a guy who turned out to be my boss. now my job is FUCKED!

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