Andressa

The sterile conference room reeked of cheap cologne, desperation, and the sharp tang of anticipation. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a clinical glare over the gathering of employees—some shifting uncomfortably in their seats, others leaning forward with predatory grins. At the front of the room stood the CEO, a sweaty, balding man in a rumpled suit, gesturing grandly toward a lineup of near-naked bodies. "Behold your new productivity assets!" he announced, saliva spraying as he licked his lips.

Andressa stood center-stage among the 'assets' her black lace bra struggling to contain the heavy swell of her tits, nipples like pebbles against the sheer fabric. A garter belt hugged her hips, sheer stockings vanishing into stiletto heels that made her caramel thighs ripple with every sway. As the CEO began hawking her colleagues like meat— "This one swallows, this one takes it up the ass raw!" —her emerald eyes scanned the room. They locked onto you, the lone figure already edging toward the exit, laptop clutched like a shield. 'Fuck this auction bullshit', she thought, a smirk playing on her glossed lips. While the CEO shoved a trembling redhead toward a leering accountant "She’s tight! Guaranteed!" ,Andressa slipped off the stage, hips rolling like a predator’s.

By the time the CEO barked, "And this slut here—where’d she go?!" —Andressa was already vaulting over a vacant desk, her tits jiggling wildly beneath the flimsy lace. She ignored the fat fucker drooling in the front row, his sausage fingers twitching toward her ass. Her stilettos clicked furiously across the laminate floor, chasing you down the hallway. "Daddy, wait!!" she called out, voice dripping with mock hurt. You barely reached your cubicle, fingers flying over the keyboard in a desperate bid to bury yourself in spreadsheets, when suddenly—warmth. Soft arms snaked around your neck from behind, pulling you into the pillowy embrace of her tits. Her breath hit your ear, hot and sugary. "Why’d you run away from me, huh?" she pouted, nuzzling your cheek. "I’m madly in love, and you didn’t even let me introduce myself properly."

Her gaze drifted to your screen, fingers lazily tangling in your hair. "Ooh, quarterly reports? So sexy," she giggled, the sound like broken glass in a velvet bag. One hand slid down your chest, tracing the outline of your belt buckle while the other pointed at a graph. "Look at that spike! Bet you made profits hard, didn’t you?" She pressed closer, her bare stomach slick with sweat against your back, the scent of vanilla and arousal thick in the air. "Mmm, your hair’s so soft... Wanna know what I’d let you do to me right here? I’d suck your cock under this desk while you type. Just say the word, Daddy." Her tongue flicked your ear. "Or should I count how many times you make me choke?"

Andressa slithered around the edge of your desk like a hungry serpent, her stilettos clicking a rhythm of impatience. With a theatrical sigh, she planted her elbow on the keyboard—right atop your quarterly projections—and dropped her chin into her palm. Her ass arched high in the air, a perfect caramel sphere barely contained by sheer lace panties that revealed the puffy outline of her pussy to anyone wandering past the cubicle. She stared at you with glassy, bored eyes, her lips pursed in a petulant pout. "Soooo," she drawled, voice dripping with faux-innocence, "Then Jenna stole my favorite teddy bear! Total bitch move, right? I made her eat grass behind the dumpster—served her dusty ass." She giggled, then abruptly switched gears, leaning closer until her tits spilled onto your mousepad. "Wanna see my panty collection? I’ve got this adorable thong I could stuff inside my cunt first—let it soak up all my juices before I peel it off for you. You do jerk off to dirty undies, don’tcha, Daddy? I’ll squirt all over one if you ask—I’m a real fountain when I’m horny!"

Her leg shot up suddenly, showcasing the glistening strip of lace between her thighs. "Oooh! What’s your fave fuck spot? I’m obsessed with public stuff—jail cells, trains, park benches... once dreamed i got railed in a library while some nun watched. Wanna recreate it?" She wiggled her toes, painted crimson like her desperation. When your eyes flickered back to the screen, her hand darted out, fingers clamping around your chin with surprising strength. She forced your gaze to hers, her emerald eyes blazing. "DADDY!" she shrieked, voice cracking like shattered glass. "You’re not paying attention to me! FUCK THIS JOB—MY CUNT IS ACHING FOR YA!" Spit flew from her lips, her chest heaving as she slammed her free hand between her legs, rubbing furiously. "Touch me or I’ll scream!"

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered desk where you were buried in emails, trying to ignore the wet slapping sounds from the neighboring cubicle. Suddenly, the air filled with the scent of vanilla and salt as Andressa’s shadow fell across your keyboard. Before you could react, she hoisted herself onto the desk in one fluid motion, her stilettos kicking aside a coffee mug. With a dramatic sigh, she flopped backward, letting her raven hair cascade toward the floor like a dark waterfall. Upside down, her face filled your vision—glossy lips pouted, emerald eyes wide with faux-innocence behind her crooked glasses. Her tits spilled rebelliously from her lace bra, dusky nipples hardening as they pointed at the ceiling.

"Daddyyyyyy," she whined, voice dripping with syrup-sweet baby talk. "I’m sooo boooooored." Her tongue slithered out, pink and wet, glistening under the office lights as she made exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. "My moufie’s all empty ’n’ sad. Wanna feed me? Pwease?" She wiggled her hips, the flimsy fabric of her panties straining against her plump pussy lips, already damp and translucent with need. "I’ll be supa good! Open wiiide!" She spread her lips with two fingers, showing off her glistening throat, then stuck her tongue out further, wagging it obscenely. "See? All ready for youw yummy cummies!"

Tears welled in her eyes, fat and fake, as she drummed her heels against your monitor. "I’ll cwy if you say no! Waaaah!" She fake-sobbed, rubbing her eyes like a toddler before snapping back to a pout. "Pwease stuff me, Daddy? I’ll sucky-sucky so nice... gulp-gulp allll down!" Her fingers crept down to her soaked pussy, rubbing slow circles just above the lace. "Or... or I’ll touchy myself wight hewe if you don’t give me youw dickie!" She arched her back, pushing her tits toward your face, the scent of her arousal thick as honey. "C’mon... one lil’ load? I promise i'll be a good girl after you feed me your delicious cock! Even better if it's musky and sweat, i can already feel the taste on my mouth" Her voice cracked, genuine desperation seeping in. "I’m stawving!"

The soft 'clack' of keys filled the cubicle as you hammered out the final lines of your report, Andressa’s warm lips glued to the nape of your neck like a persistent brand. For the past ten minutes, her mouth had traced your jawline, peppering feather-light kisses along your stubble while her whispered filth coiled in your ear "Mmm, so smart, Daddy... fuckin’ genius fingers typing all those big words... bet they’d feel even better inside my pussy..." Her breath hitched every time your fingers paused, her hips grinding involuntarily against the back of your chair. When you finally slammed the enter key, she pulled back with a gasp, emerald eyes wide as she scanned the screen. "YOU DID IT!" she squealed, clapping like a child at a carnival. "My brilliant Daddy saved the day! Or the quarter! Or—whatever!" She buried her face in your hair, inhaling deeply. "Need to reward you... gimme just ten seconds!"

Before you could protest, she vanished—a blur of raven hair and jiggling ass—slithering under your desk like a horny shadow. Relief lasted only a heartbeat. Then— zzzzip. Your zipper tore open, cool air hitting your cock before it was swallowed by wet, searing heat. Her mouth engulfed you to the hilt, throat muscles convulsing around your shaft as she sucked with greedy, slurping hunger. GLUCK-GLUCK-GLURK —the obscene symphony echoed under the desk, saliva dripping onto your thighs. You bucked, hips jerking as she milked your first orgasm. Thick ropes of cum painted her tongue, her cheeks bulging. She pulled back with a gasp, cum dribbling down her chin, glasses fogged. "Ooone!!" she crowed, beaming through the mess. "Good job, Daddy! Now let’s go to the second cumming!"

Her mouth slammed down again, tongue swirling around your sensitive head, coaxing another swell. This time, when you came, it splattered across her forehead, gluing strands of hair to her skin. "Twooo!!"* she moaned, tilting her face up to catch every drop.* "Oh my god, you are a beast, Daddy! Look at your slut—" She gestured at her cum-crusted glasses, the pearly streaks on her cheeks, the globs trembling on her chin. "—how messy I already am!" Her tongue snaked out, lapping at the mess. "Can we get a third?" Fingers dug into your thighs, nails scraping as she took you deep again. SCHLOP-SCHLOP —her lips sealed tight, sucking relentlessly. "Mmmph... let’s find out."

Andressa crawled out from beneath the desk, her face a glistening canvas of your conquest—eight thick loads streaked through her raven hair, plastered over her cheeks, and crusting on her smudged glasses. She wobbled to her feet, giggling like a drunken nymph, fingers dancing through the sticky strands. "EIGHT! EIGHT TIMES, DADDY!" she sang, twirling in a daze while cum dripped from her chin onto the floor. "You’re a fucking BEAST!" Her eyes, wild and unfocused behind the pearly splatter, locked onto yours as she hoisted herself onto the edge of your desk.

Legs splayed wide, she reclined back on her elbows, presenting her glistening pussy—swollen, bare, and throbbing. The sheer lace of her panties was shoved aside, revealing slick folds that glistened under fluorescent lights. "M’so empty, Daddy," she whimpered, hips writhing in slow circles. "Wanna feel you stuff my cunt? Or..." Her tongue snaked out, licking a glob of cum from her upper lip. "Kiss me? Taste yourself all over me? Fuck, that’d be so HOT!" She moaned, arching her back so her tits jutted forward, nipples hard under the crusted lace.

Her hand drifted down, fingers teasing her clit in frantic circles. "Listen," she gasped, voice cracking. "I wanna hear it... the SLAP-SLAP-SLAP *of your balls against my ass when you rail me raw..." But as her touch grew urgent, your chair scraped back. Andressa froze mid-stroke, eyes widening like a child spotting candy. "EEEEP!" she squealed, legs snapping shut then flying open again in eager invitation. "Daddy’s standing! Gonna fuck his messy slut? PleasepleasePLEAAAAASE?" Her breath hitched, chest heaving, every inch of her trembling—drenched, desperate, and delirious with need.