Office Slut

‘Umm.. J. For the appraisal, can you write something nice for me?’, asked Tiffany whom did nothing but come up with excuses every time I tried to get her outside working hours. Most of the programming were done by me over sleepless nights and endless cups of coffee, on top of building the custom server rig alone. ‘I’ll try’, said me in a half-fuck, pissed off tone, clearly tired of being the nice guy. Up to the last day, I was trying to brief her about the presentation for the big client. The salvation was when she decided to just sit quietly and let me finalise the closure.

For a reputable company, merits are of outmost importance since they had no intentions to pay for non-performing staff. As for Tiffany, she had bootlicked and seduced for long enough in the office, where everyone knew (the few things) she was only capable of.

‘Please?’, the act cute tone did nothing to slow my typing down, frightening her with the constant appearance of ‘absent’, ‘uncontactable’ and ‘uncommitted’. She finally gave in and apologised for her mistake, barely moving my heart at all. All I could remember was the meetings I had to cancel, and normal night life I used to have.

At 9pm, the office was empty after I concluded my presentation, leaving me to quickly submit the peer-appraisal for commission issuance. ‘I’ll give you my share? Just let me keep my job. Pleaseee?’, I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t in a hurry to finish the testimonial, since everyone knew my style of ‘if you are not going to do it, I will’.

Writing my conclusion about my tiredness and helplessness during the project, her hand undid one button in a snap. I threw myself back on the chair and gave her the ‘what the fuck’ look, never been more disinterested in my life. I AM looking at a promotion, pay raise, and probably a better position in the company I just spoke to.

She continued to undo my shirt until I shoved her away, Ctrl+S-ing my file in case she decided to try something funny. ‘Draft Saved’, those texts got her impatient and she pulled my chair away from the keyboard, climbing over my lap and peeling my expensive shirt away.

‘Let me do something for you?’, she hugged me around my back and the warmth of her hands did stir something in my pants. The black jacket came off her body and a crop spag flashed her belly to me. What a slut, I thought so hard hoping she could hear that. Her skirt fell to the ground after she unzipped the side, thongs following shortly after.

Tiffany got on her knees between my legs and unbuckled so easily, as if she had been doing it to everyone. My cock didn’t even catch the aircon before it went into her mouth, taking away all the accumulated stress in a singly stroke. To be fair, her blowjob was heavenly but I didn’t want to give in so easily. Staying calm and clear headed, those gagging noises did not affect my urge to cum at all.

The ruffle of her bag got my attention during the oral part, watching a silvery foil disappear in her palm. She went hands-free to tear the wrapper away and rolled the condom on with her mouth.

‘The window or here?’, the potential salesgirl (if she wasn’t that lazy) knew how to ask. I pointed to the free-for-all table at the window and she got my message immediately. Bending over the edge, I stripped her spag top off and unhooked her bra, unsurprised by her obedience for such occasion. She first went to give herself a little rub before slapping her palms on the window, ready for payback.

I rammed my cock angrily into her and pounded her hard, keeping her face glued to the window as long as I could. My mind was already conducting another meeting, about what a loser I was to trade honesty for sex. I had came this far to regret and just hammered her continuously, while hearing her fake moans trying to make me cum.

A transaction, was what it felt like when she asked me to go faster. Giving her all my rage, I dragged her to the full-length window fucked till her knees gave way. In doggystyle, there was no mercy left in me as I pumped her whole body at the glass.

‘I’m cumming!’, I cried out as my mind asked if I was sure. It seemed that I really couldn’t accept myself doing this after all. She straightened her ass away from me and quickly led me to my chair, squatting eagerly in front of my cock. The condom came off with a small ache and she sucked on it as if her life depended on my cum.

Milking me for my balls’ worth, the change in ‘atmosphere’ and ‘humidity’ forced my load into her mouth, feeling her tongue slide under my shaft to empty down her throat. The experienced young colleague really drained my mind once she pushed herself away. Clean, moist and pleased. My dick couldn’t be in better shape than that.

Like the materialistic girl she was, I was spun back to my laptop and wrote a new testimony for her. With words like ‘impressive’, ‘trained’ and ‘skilled’, I was describing her sexual prowess instead. No, I could never write the word ‘asset’ for her.

Once I sent the email, she was long dressed nice and normal, while I was naked waist down. The kiss she gave on my cheek made me felt worst, but the deal was settled. Clicking my way into the company’s surveillance footage, everything she did was caught on the night-vision cameras. To be honest, it wasn’t the first time such an activity was recorded, but I just had to save a copy for myself.

The next day, Tiffany was on no-pay leave. All the guys had seen AND revived all the footage of her ‘service’, spreading the ‘love’ among the men. We kept the secret so well that only our boss knew the reason for her to be fired.

Oops! Remember to never shit where you eat, or at least wipe your mouth after you do.

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