**”Late Night Instructions”**

It was past 9 PM, and the office was dead silent except for the hum of the AC. I was supposed to be finishing reports, but my mind was stuck on *her*—my boss, Jessica, with her sharp suits and those fucking heels that made her legs look like they went on forever. She always walked like she knew exactly what they did to me, slow and deliberate, her hips swaying just enough to drive me insane.

Tonight, she’d stayed late too. I heard her heels clicking down the hallway before she leaned against my desk, arms crossed under her perfect tits. “You’re still here?” she said, voice low like she already knew the answer.

I swallowed hard, my cock already stiffening in my slacks. “Yeah, just wrapping up.”

She smirked and perched on the edge of my desk, crossing one leg over the other. The skirt rode up just enough to show a flash of thigh. “Mmm. You sure that’s all you’re doing?”

I hesitated, but her eyes dropped to the bulge in my pants, and I knew she wasn’t playing. “Fuck, Jessica,” I breathed.

“That’s *Ms. Carter* to you,” she purred, leaning forward just enough to let me see down her blouse. “Unless I tell you otherwise.”

My fingers twitched against my keyboard. “What do you want me to do?”

She let out a slow breath, like she’d been waiting for this. “Unzip.”

I didn’t hesitate. My fly was down in seconds, my dick springing free, already hard and leaking. Jessica bit her lip, watching me stroke myself slowly. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Now tell me how bad you want me.”

“God, I’ve fucking dreamed about this,” I groaned, my hand moving faster. “About you bending over this desk, letting me tear those tight skirts open and fuck you raw.”

She let out a little moan, her own fingers trailing up her thigh. “Keep going.”

I thumbed the wetness off my tip, spreading it down my shaft. “I want you in those heels, nothing else. Want to watch them dig into my back while I eat your pussy until you scream.”

Jessica’s breath hitched, her hand sliding under her skirt. I could see her fingers moving, hear the slick sounds as she touched herself. “Fuck, yes,” she whispered. “Now imagine me riding you right here, my tits bouncing, my cunt gripping your cock so tight you can’t even think.”

I groaned, my hips jerking into my fist. “Christ, I’d fill you up, make you take every drop.”

She whimpered, her thighs tightening. “Do it,” she ordered, voice shaking. “Cum for me. Now.”

That was all it took. My balls tightened, and I came hard, stripes of cum shooting onto my stomach, my thighs. Jessica watched, lips parted, her own fingers working frantically between her legs.

Then she stood, smoothing her skirt like nothing happened. “Clean yourself up,” she said, smiling like a predator. “I expect those reports done by tomorrow.”

I was still catching my breath as she walked away, her heels clicking like a fucking metronome—slow, cruel, perfect.

And I knew I’d be jerking off to the sound of them all night.