Sexy assistant titty play & pussy finger fuck during rush hour at office

“Office Hours: Professional Pleasures”

The clock struck 5pm, and the office was buzzing with activity as employees hurried to finish their tasks and escape for the weekend. Amidst the chaos, a curvaceous ebony beauty named Jasmine sauntered through the cubicles, her hips swaying seductively. She was the personal assistant to the CEO, and her duties stretched far beyond typing reports and fetching coffee.

Jasmine knocked softly on the imposing door of the CEO’s corner office. “Come in,” a deep voice rumbled from within. She entered, closing the door behind her with a subtle click. The room was dimly lit, and the air felt thick with tension.

“Good evening, Mr. Johnson,” Jasmine purred, her voice dripping with innuendo. “I’ve brought your reports for the week.”

“Ah, Jasmine,” he replied, eyeing her hungrily. “Always so punctual and dedicated to your work.” His gaze traveled up her shapely legs, admiring the way her tight pencil skirt hugged her ample curves.

“Well, I aim to please, sir,” she smirked, sauntering closer to his desk. She leaned forward, giving him an ample view of her cleavage straining against the buttons of her blouse. “Is there anything else I can assist you with tonight?”

Mr. Johnson’s eyes darkened with lust. “As a matter of fact, there is,” he growled, rising from his chair. “But let’s take this to the conference room, shall we?”

The two walked down the hallway, oblivious to the chaos in the cubes around them. Once inside the empty conference room, Jasmine locked the door and turned to face her boss. “How may I be of service, sir?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Mr. Johnson wasted no time, practically lunging at her. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming greedily over her voluptuous body. Jasmine moaned into his mouth, her own hands tugging at his tie and shirt buttons. They quickly shed their clothes, a flurry of expensive fabrics littering the conference room floor.

Now nude, they took a moment to admire each other’s bodies. Mr. Johnson’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of Jasmine’s full, heavy breasts, her dark nipples puckering in the cool air. Her hips were wide and inviting, her skin smooth and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

Jasmine boldly stepped forward, pressing her breasts against Mr. Johnson’s chest. She guided his hands to her soft mounds, encouraging him to squeeze and mold the giving flesh. Mr. Johnson obliged, grunting in appreciation as he tweaked and pinched her sensitive nipples.

Jasmine let out a sharp gasp, her back arching in delight. She reached down, wrapping her hand around Mr. Johnson’s thick, throbbing cock. She stroked him firmly, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “Mmm, you’re so hard already,” she purred, squeezing his shaft. “Are you ready for your little assistant to take you for a ride?”

Mr. Johnson could only nod, his eyes glazed with lust. Jasmine smile widened and she climbed up onto the conference table, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Wiggling her ass enticingly, she looked back over her shoulder. “Come and get it, big boy.”

Mr. Johnson needed no further invitation. He moved behind her, running his hands over the supple globes of her ass. He gripped her hips firmly, then without warning, thrust his cock deep into her wet, waiting pussy. Jasmine let out a throaty moan, her inner walls clenching around his thick length.

They found a steady rhythm, the wet slaps of skin against skin filling the silence of the office. Jasmine’s breasts swayed and jiggled with each powerful thrust, her moans growing louder and more frequent. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her voice ragged with pleasure. “Pound my pussy until I scream!”

Mr. Johnson complied, slamming into her with abandon. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Jasmine met each thrust, pushing back to take him deeper. She could feel her orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vice.

With a strangled cry, she came hard, her juices gushing over his pistoning shaft. Her body shuddered and convulsed, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Mr. Johnson grunted, slamming into her one final time as he buried himself to the hilt. His cock jerked and pulsed as he emptied his balls deep inside her spasming cunt.

They collapsed onto the table, bodies slick with sweat and juices. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow. Then, with a soft chuckle, Jasmine sat up and stretched languidly. “Well, that was certainly a productive meeting,” she teased, gathering her clothes.

Mr. Johnson grinned, already eager for their next session. “Until next week, my eager assistant,” he said, watching her dress. “I have a feeling this could be the start of a beautiful partnership.”

Jasmine shot him a coy wink as she headed for the door. “I look forward to it, sir. Until then, I’ll be ready and willing to assist you in any way you desire.”

And with that promise hanging thick in the air, she unlocked the conference room door and sauntered out, leaving a bewitched Mr. Johnson to pick up the pieces of their passionate tryst. The office may have been quieter now, but another passionate session would surely be only a few short days away.