**Office Encounter**

I’d been watching Aathi for weeks. Married, but so damn tempting—tight pencil skirts hugging her round hips, blouses barely containing her full tits. She was always polite, always professional, but I caught the way she’d blush when our hands brushed, the way her breath hitched when I stood too close.

Today was the day.

The office was empty—late hours, just us. I saw her still at her desk, typing away, oblivious. My cock was already hard just thinking about what was coming. I locked the main door and flicked off the lights, leaving only the dim glow of her monitor.

She jumped when she heard the click of the lock. “Hey, who—?”

I was behind her before she could finish. One hand clamped over her mouth, the other yanking her chair back. “Shut the fuck up,” I growled against her ear, my dick pressing into her ass.

She whimpered, squirming, but I shoved her forward, pinning her chest down against the desk. Her skirt rode up, giving me a perfect view of her thick thighs and the curve of her ass. My fingers dug into her hips as I ground against her. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks, you little slut,” I hissed. “Now you’re gonna take it.”

Her breath came fast, panicked, but I didn’t care. I hiked her skirt up higher, fingers slipping under the waistband of her panties—lace, fuck, she was wet. I ripped them down her legs, hearing her muffled gasp. My cock strained against my pants, aching.

“You want to scream?” I pulled my hand from her mouth just long enough to shove my fingers between her lips. “Fucking taste yourself.” She gagged, but I didn’t let her pull away, pinning her wrists behind her back with one hand.

My other hand slid between her thighs, rough fingers spreading her pussy open. She was *so* fucking wet, her cunt already glistening. “Look at you,” I spat. “Married, but you’re dripping for me like a whore.”

I shoved two fingers into her without warning. She cried out, but I thrust hard, curling them inside her, finding that spongy spot that made her body jerk. “No—please—” she begged, but her hips rocked back, betraying her.

I didn’t give her time to think. Yanking my belt open, I pulled my cock free—thick, already leaking precum. I pressed the head against her tight hole, smearing her wetness over it. “You’re taking me, Aathi,” I growled. “Every fucking inch.”

And then I slammed into her.

She screamed, arching, but I held her down, forcing her to take it. Her cunt was so tight, clenching around me like she wanted to fight me off, but her body was greedy, sucking me deeper. I set a brutal pace, fucking into her with deep, punishing strokes, the desk rattling beneath us.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re tight,” I groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. She was sobbing now, but I could feel her walls fluttering, her pussy squeezing me in little pulses. “You gonna come?” I taunted. “Gonna come on my cock like a dirty slut?”

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her again—her thighs trembled, her back arched, and then she was coming, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, letting her ride the edge before pulling out at the last second, jerking my cock over her ass as thick ropes of cum splashed across her skin.

Breathing hard, I leaned over her, gripping a handful of her hair. “Tell your husband,” I whispered, “that you belong to me now.”

And then I left her there—skirt ruined, legs shaking, my cum dripping down her thighs.

Fuck, I couldn’t wait to do it again.