**Office Nightmare**

It was past midnight when I realized I was the last one left in the office. The hum of the AC was the only sound, and the dim glow of my monitor cast long shadows across the empty cubicles. That’s when I noticed Aathi still at her desk, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she frantically typed away. She was always the hardworking one—married, loyal, but tonight, she’d stayed too late.

I watched her for a moment, the way her blouse clung to her curves, the way she chewed her lip in frustration. My cock twitched in my pants, the idea already forming. *No one else is here.*

I stood, adjusting myself, and walked over. “Working late?” I asked, my voice low.

She jumped, glancing up with wide eyes. “Yeah, just finishing this report. Didn’t realize it was this late.” She laughed nervously, tugging at her collar.

I didn’t laugh back. Instead, I stepped closer, crowding her against her desk. The fear in her eyes was instant. “W-what are you doing?”

I grabbed her wrist before she could pull away. “You really shouldn’t have stayed after hours, Aathi.”

She tried to yank free, but I was stronger. My other hand fisted in her hair, jerking her head back. She gasped, her pouty lips parting, and my dick throbbed. “Please, don’t—”

I didn’t let her finish. My mouth crashed down on hers, silencing her whimpers. She tasted sweet, like the coffee she’d been sipping all night, and when I forced my tongue between her lips, she gagged. I didn’t care. My free hand groped her tits through her blouse, kneading the soft flesh until she let out a choked sob.

“You’re going to take what I give you,” I growled against her mouth, my fingers already working at the buttons of her blouse. She fought, but I shoved her down onto the desk, papers scattering as her back hit the surface. Her skirt rode up, exposing her thighs, and I licked my lips.

I ripped her blouse open, buttons pinging off the floor. Her bra was lace—*nice*—but I tore it down, exposing her tits. She tried to cover herself, but I pinned her wrists above her head. “Look at you,” I sneered. “Married, but your nipples are already hard.”

She shook her head, tears welling, but I bent down and sucked one stiff bud into my mouth. She gasped, arching off the desk despite herself. I bit down, making her cry out, and then moved to the other, rolling my tongue over the peak until she was panting.

Her skirt was next. I yanked it down her hips, taking her panties with it. She wasn’t just wet—she was *soaked*, her cunt glistening under the office lights. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re dripping. Your husband doesn’t do this to you, does he?”

“N-no—”

I smacked her thigh, leaving a red mark. “Quiet.” I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, already leaking. I stroked myself, smearing precum over the head before pressing it against her slit. She tensed, trying to clench her legs shut, but I shoved them apart.

And then I thrust inside.

Aathi screamed, her cunt clenching around me like a vice. She was tight, so fucking tight, and I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard, each snap of my hips driving her further across the desk. Her tits bounced with every brutal shove, her cries turning ragged as I pounded into her.

“You like that?” I snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. “Taking my cock like a whore?”

She sobbed, her nails scraping at the desk, but her pussy was greedy, sucking me in deeper with every stroke. I could feel her walls fluttering, her body betraying her.

I leaned over, my breath hot in her ear. “Cum for me, slut.”

Her legs trembled, and with a broken moan, she came, her cunt spasming around me. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release, until finally, with a grunt, I buried myself to the hilt and came deep inside her.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from her used hole. She was a mess—hair tangled, makeup smeared, her cunt red and swollen. I tucked myself back into my pants and smirked. “Clean yourself up. And remember—next time, go home on time.”

I left her there, shaking and ruined, the sound of her quiet sobs following me out the door.