After hours

Maggie, a petite and curvy redhead with a fiery attitude, walked into the dimly lit office after hours. She had worked tirelessly all day, and her boss, Mr. Harrison, had promised her an exciting reward. He was known for his notorious reputation around the office, and rumors swirled about his kinky desires.

Maggie's heart raced as she entered the room. The air was thick with anticipation. She could hear the low hum of a vibrator hidden somewhere in the shadows. Mr. Harrison stood behind his desk, wearing nothing but a pair of dress pants and an unfastened shirt. His muscles bulged under the dim light, and Maggie couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Come here, Maggie," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been thinking about you all day."

Maggie approached him hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Mr. Harrison took her hand and led her to the edge of his desk, pushing her down onto it roughly. His rough hands ran up her legs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body.

"I want to taste you," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "I've wanted to do this since the first day you started working here."

Maggie moaned as Mr. Harrison's tongue explored her neck and ears, sending waves of pleasure through her body. His hands roamed her body, touching every inch of her curves. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as his fingers found her wetness, sliding easily inside of her.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Mr. Harrison growled, his voice low and raw. "I bet you want it rough."

Maggie nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through her body. Mr. Harrison took her silence as a green light, and he began to fuck her roughly on the desk. His large cock filled her up completely, stretching her in ways she had never experienced before. She could only cling to the edge of the desk, her moans muffled by his rough kisses.

Mr. Harrison's hands explored every inch of Maggie's body as he fucked her, leaving no stone unturned. He pinched and pulled at her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure. His fingers traced circles around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Maggie's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, and she could only focus on the feeling of Mr. Harrison inside of her.

As they continued to fuck, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together. The low hum of the vibrator added to the sensory overload, making every nerve ending in Maggie's body tingle with pleasure. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to climax, her body trembling with anticipation.

Just as she was on the brink, Mr. Harrison pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath. He picked up a small vibrator from his desk and pressed it against her clit, sending her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure as waves of orgasmic bliss coursed through her body.

As she came down from her high, Maggie couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She had given in to her desires and allowed herself to be consumed by pleasure. Mr. Harrison smiled, knowing that he had fulfilled his promise.

"That was just the beginning," he whispered in her ear as he helped her off the desk. "Next time, I'll tie you up and make you beg for it."

Maggie couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine at the thought of what was to come. She knew that this was just the beginning of their wild office adventures.

Title: The Office Seduction (Continued)

As the days passed, Maggie and Mr. Harrison continued to explore each other's desires in the dimly lit office after hours. They experimented with different toys, bonds, and positions, never once tiring of the sensation of their bodies coming together.

One evening, as they lay on the floor of the office, exhausted from their latest session, Mr. Harrison proposed an idea that sent a shiver down Maggie's spine. "I want to take you to my favorite club," he said, his voice low and husky. "It's a BDSM club, and I know you'll love it."

Maggie hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to expect. But as she looked into Mr. Harrison's eyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. She had always been curious about the world of BDSM, and she trusted Mr. Harrison to guide her through it.

The next weekend, they arrived at the club, dressed in their finest leather and lace. The air was thick with anticipation as they entered the dimly lit room. People dressed in various states of undress roamed around, some engaged in passionate scenes, others watching in quiet fascination.

Mr. Harrison led Maggie to a large, open space in the center of the room. "This is where we'll play," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to tie you up and make you scream with pleasure."

Maggie's heart raced as Mr. Harrison secured her wrists to the St Andrew's cross, her body exposed for all to see. She could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her, but she trusted Mr. Harrison to keep her safe. He ran his rough hands over her body, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins.

"You belong to me," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "And I will make you scream with pleasure."

And so, they began their scene. Mr. Harrison used every tool at his disposal to bring Maggie to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. He spanked her, whipped her, and even used a crop on her sensitive areas, making her gasp and moan with each blow. But through it all, Maggie felt a sense of freedom and pleasure that she had never experienced before.

As they left the club, exhausted and satisfied, Maggie couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Mr. Harrison for introducing her to this new world. She knew that their adventures were far from over, and she looked forward to exploring every inch of his desires with him. And as they drove home, wrapped in each other's arms, she couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the night held in store for them.