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Title: The Blonde Bimbo’s Naughty Desk Prank

Amber, the ditzy blonde secretary, sauntered into the office with an extra sway in her hips. Her tight pencil skirt and unbuttoned blouse left little to the imagination, as was her modus operandi. She had a wicked gleam in her blue eyes, a mischievous smile playing at her glossy lips. Today was the day she would play a prank on her boss, the strict and uptight Mr. Dworkin. He was always riding her about arriving late, dressing inappropriately, and making careless mistakes. Well, two could play at that game.

Amber hung up her faux fur coat to reveal her deep cleavage peeking out of her unbuttoned silk blouse. She twirled a blonde lock around her finger and batted her long fake lashes at hm. “Good morning, Mr. Dworkin! Did you have a nice weekend?”

Mr. Dworkin looked up from his paperwork, his eyes bugging out slightly as he took in Amber’s revealing outfit. He cleared his throat. “Amber, please, button up your blouse. This is a professional workplace.”

“Oh, sorry!” She giggled coyly, making no move to cover up. Instead, she bent over his desk to “grab a paperclip”, ensuring he got a perfect view of her lacy white bra straining against her ample breasts.

Amber sashayed over to the filing cabinets, unconcerned about her boss’ disapproving glares. She “mistakenly” knocked over a stack of files, bending at the waist to pick them up, her skirt riding up to reveal her toned ass barely covered by a lacy G-string.

“Oopsie!” She sing-songed. “Guess I’ll just have to go get the dustpan from maintenance, huh?”

Before he could stop her, she flounced out, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She made her way to a secluded corner of the office, a quiet area tucked away from prying eyes. There she found Maintenance Mike, a strapping young fellow with muscles rippling under his jumpsuit. She sauntered up to him, biting her lip.

“Hi there, Mikey!” She purred, twirling a blonde lock around her finger. “I’m in a little bit of a pickle over here. Would you be a dear and help me with something?”

“For you, Amber, anything,” he grinned wolfishly, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. She loved that! Being eyed like a delicious treat to be devoured.

“I knocked over some files and made a big mess,” she pouted adorably. “Mr. Dworkin is just going to yell at me if I don’t clean it up pronto. But I’m just so clumsy!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll take care of it,” Mike assured her, his bulge already straining against his pants. “Why don’t you wait here and I’ll help when I get back?”

“Oh, thank you so much!” Amber squealed, jumping up and down excitedly. In the process, her blouse flew open, revealing her perky tits in that sinful bra. “You’re an angel!”

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear, her hot breath caressing his skin. “And maybe later, if you help me enough, I might just return the favor.” She licked her lips suggestively before sauntering back to her desk.

Mike went to work, his mind reeling with all the naughty things Ms. Amber might do for him later. Her flirty advances drove him wild! He always wanted to shove her up against the wall and take her hard and fast right then and there, show her what a real man could do. But he had to stay professional, had to focus on the task at hand.

As Mike bent over, picking up the files Amber had “accidentally” knocked over, he was suddenly startled by something cold and hard pressing against his back. “Don’t move, Mikey boy,” Amber purred in his ear. “Wouldn’t want to drop this stack, now would we?”

“W-What the hell, Amber?!” He sputtered, feeling the hard metal of the gun press deeper into his spine.

She proceeded to fuck him right there over the desk, pouring out her filthy dirty talk until he couldn’t hold it anymore. With a guttural groan, he thrust one final time, burying himself balls-deep as he exploded inside her, painting her insides white with thick ropes of cum.

Amber mewled like a kitten as she felt him pulsing, filling her up with his hot seed. Her pussy clenched down on him, milking out every last drop as she came hard on his cock, howling her pleasure for the entire office to hear.

Finally, they collapsed against each other, panting and sweaty, bowls of desire thoroughly satisfied. Amber flashed Mike a licentious grin before sauntering out to collect the cumshot on her face. He watched her with wide eyes as she strolled out, trailing a string of cum connecting her to his softening member.

“Don’t worry, Mikey,” She said with a wink over her shoulder. “I’ll be sure to return the favor sometime soon.”

And with that, she sashayed out, her ass swaying hypnotically, leaving Mike stunned and Mr. Dworkin to grumble to himself, put out by her little stunt. But Amber didn’t care. Let them think her a bimbo. She knew the real power was between her brains and her toned thighs.