Ravishing the Office Tease

*All characters are 18+. This is a work of fiction for erotic entertainment only. Real-life sex should always be with enthusiastic consent.*

Copyright 2024 Apophenia

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My luck was terrible. Literally, the worst. Every stop light was red, every day I took off was rainy, and I'd never won anything on a lottery ticket. Not even a dollar from a scratch card.

So naturally, I ended up working with the same asshole who cheated on me in college. Even better, he was my manager. He couldn't possibly be smart enough to qualify for his position.

One morning, I ran into him on the stairs and almost tripped, not believing my eyes.

"Tom?! What the hell are you doing here?" I blurted.

Then my eyes caught on his badge. "Seriously? They hired you?"

"Nice to see you too, doll," he grinned.

"Fuck you."

His eyes raked my body, then he shrugged. "No, thanks."

Lying bastard. He obviously wanted me, he always had. Couldn't keep his hands off me when we were together. I put a distinct sway into my hips as I walked away, letting him have a nice view of the ass he was never going to have again.

For the next month, I made it my purpose in life to torment him. Low-cut shirts, lacy bras that let my nipples peek through just a little, skirts with a lovely wide spin that I utilized only when he could see. My heels grew an inch. Uncomfortable, but worth it every time I caught him staring at my ass.

The warm summer weather made it easier. Well, the office was cold, but my revenge was more important than a little shivering. Not that I had a single tremble whenever Tom was nearby. Nope. I was hot.

Some people might call me an obsessed bitch, that I should be the bigger person and let it go. Some people didn't understand what it was like to work under Tom. Controlling, micromanaging, useless asshole was my nicest way of describing him.

So I was a passive-aggressive queen every single day, hoping he'd be annoyed enough to transfer to another department or even better, quit. Sure, there was the chance he'd fire me, but I was good at my job and perfectly friendly to everyone else. Cute, a little flirty, maybe a tad underdressed but no one complained. He wouldn't want to start off by firing perfectly good employees.

One month, and he cracked. Just not the way I wanted.

As I rounded the third flight of stairs, my heels clipping the metal treads, a smirk tugged my lips. Hating someone had never been so fun. Hah! Today, I planned to drop things in front of his office. With the tiny panties I'd chosen today, and my very short dress, I was pretty sure he'd spend all day with a hard-on.

Shouldn't have fucked another girl on our bed, Tom.

I paused at the top of the stairs, closing my eyes to banish that memory. Loud music had muffled their sounds until I walked right in on them. Ugh.

"Taking a nap, Ellie?"

My eyes snapped open. I stiffened and lifted my chin. "Just trying not to look at you."

The asshole on my mind stood right in front of me, scanning my outfit slowly. I hadn't noticed him coming down the stairs. My shoulders straightened and my chest popped out a bit.

I began to move around him. "'Scuse me. Some of us have work to do."

He didn't budge. His eyes were locked on my boobs. Heh, that worked too. I not-at-all accidentally bumped my shoulder against him as I brushed past.

And found myself spinning, flying through the air until my back smacked against a wall with a thump.

Tom gripped my upper arms firmly as he swung with me, his face inches from mine, pinning me with an intense stare. "What do you think you're doing, Elena? You were never this much of a bitch."

Winded and shocked, I didn't say anything. Some small part of me was elated that I'd pissed him off this much, but Tom had never been violent.

His gaze raked me again, and he muttered, "This dress isn't hiding anything. You're a fucking tease. Trying to get in my pants, doll?"

I inhaled deeply and pressed myself against the wall, turning my head away as my lips twisted in disgust. "Excuse you. What I wear isn't consent. Get off me."

I squealed as he yanked both my arms above my head, holding my wrists together with one hand while the other drifted down the sensitive skin of my arm, knuckles brushing my cheek, fingers grazing the side of my breast. My nerves tingled, and I struggled not to shiver. His touch had always set me on fire. A corner of his lips curved up. "The thing is, I think you're lying. I think it is consent... because you've obviously been teasing me on purpose."

"Oh, you wish. Get off. Stop touching me!" I finally started struggling. This had gone far enough. His hold on my wrists was too strong, so I stomped on his foot.

He dodged, chuckled, and thrust a knee between my legs. His thigh lifted, and my pussy was suddenly sitting against his hard muscle. Lightning shot up my back. I gasped and went still. He bent to my ear. "I don't have to wish for what you're freely giving."

This dress was feeling like a bad idea now. The thin material plus my barely existent panties did nothing to protect me against the heat of his flexing thigh. That heat spread far too quickly. If he didn't get off me, I'd leave an embarrassing wet spot he'd never let me forget about.

I blushed and put on my best scowl. "I'm not giving you any-- Hey! Stop!" His wandering hand squeezed my breast. A hint of panic entered my tone. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Me? Oh, Ellie. You're the one who's obsessed." He smirked as he shifted his thigh, grinding my pussy. The motion took my breath away. I needed him to stop, but my muscles no longer wanted to obey me, and I couldn't rally my strength with that insistent pressure between my legs. His hand mauled my breast, then switched to give the other some attention. I tried to climb up the wall, standing on my tiptoes as he rolled my nipple and sent a spark of lightning up my spine. My face was flushed, my breathing quickened; he knew what he was doing to me. I hated it. I hated him so much.

Smiling, he continued, "You can't stop thinking about me. You dress up for me every day. You go out of your way to show me your beautiful body. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm just accepting what you're offering. At this point, it's only polite."

I swallowed. Yes, I'd pushed him, but I didn't want him. I only wanted to make him regret losing me.

"You're wrong," I mumbled. "Stop. Please, Tom, just stop!"

Begging him was a bad idea. He chuckled, leaned into my ear and whispered, "Let's prove it, shall we? If you're not a wet slut, I'll back off."

My mind processed his words too slowly. His hand was on the way down my side, pulling up my too-short dress as my mind spun. When his leg dropped, I would've stumbled onto him if he wasn't still holding up my arms. Dazed, I just blinked as his hand rounded my hips and found my inner thighs.

My legs clamped together instinctively. Capturing his hand was all I accomplished, but it was enough to snap me out of my dumb lust-induced haze. My cheeks blazed. He'd always known how to make me melt. I couldn't believe I was falling for it so easily.

"Don't you fucking dare-- Oh! Tom!" I squeaked as his fingers tangled with my panties, pulling them aside and hovering over my pussy.

He paused. "You admit you're a shameless tease, then?"

"No!"

His fingers landed. I completely failed to prevent a breathless moan from slipping past my lips. Fuck, I'd missed the way he stroked me, the tip of a finger dragging my copious juices through my slit, up and circling but not quite touching my clit, taunting me, playing with me. My muscles lost their strength and my thighs weakened, opened like I welcomed his touch. I didn't. I swear I didn't!

"I knew it. Slut," he laughed, taking the opportunity to jam his leg between mine.

I tensed. My chest rose and fell too quickly, my heart beating faster with every slow brush of his fingers, and my face was warm like I was drunk. Drunk on lust for my asshole of an ex. This was not how I'd planned anything to go.

"Stop," I panted. "Fine, I'm wet, so what? Just stop, Tom. Someone could find us."

Not a lot of people used the stairs, but it was still possible. He wouldn't want to be caught practically finger-fucking me, would he?

I groaned. Not practically. He nibbled my ear, and I jerked my head away, which gave him access to my neck. His mouth sucked on my pulse as his fingers pushed into my entrance. My thighs shook as a knuckle slipped inside me. My inner muscles clenched. That little curl as he rubbed my insides always drove me mad. I bit my lip. Stupid body. I didn't want this.

I

was supposed to be taunting

him

, not the other way around!

"So what, Ellie?" he murmured, his breath tickling my neck and sending a shiver down my back. "So I'm going to fuck you like you've been begging for since I got here."

My breath caught. He didn't mean that. He was just trying to scare me. He wouldn't -- not right here where anyone could stumble on us, where I could scream and... well, hopefully someone would hear. I wasn't actually sure how soundproof the stairwell was.

Uncertainty and shock clouded my mind, but Tom was under no such limitations. His fingers withdrew from my slick insides, rubbing around my clit again before his hand left me momentarily. Just long enough for the quick sound of a zipper to add to the denial in my head. He

wouldn't

. My ex wasn't this horrible.

But his body pressed closer, and a hot length that was undoubtedly his cock pushed between my legs. My tongue forgot how to work. I silently shook my head, my hair whipping back and forth. No, no,

no

.

"That's it. Be quiet and take it. I know how much you like my cock, baby doll," he said as he tugged away the crotch of my panties. A little shock hit my nerves as the heat of his cock pressed against my opening. Hot, silky, rigid flesh. He was going to fuck me raw. I'd never let him do that. It was too risky.

My soaking pussy really wanted to feel his bare, hard cock.

He was moving too fast. My lust-muddled, confused brain couldn't catch up. I tried to close my legs, but he had them firmly wedged apart now. Even when he let go of my arms to hitch my ass higher, all I did was fall forward and catch myself on his shoulders. My pussy caught on his dick while I was at it.

I literally fell on his cock. Whimpering as he forced my thighs to straddle his waist, I pushed myself up, but he rose with me, thrust into me, burying himself deep in my aching tunnel.

Ooh, fuck, the stretch. A whimpering moan squeezed its way up my lungs. I barely had the presence of mind to mumble, "No... no, ohh, fuck no... Pull out, get off. I-I'll scream." If I could draw a deep enough breath to scream. He filled me so completely, I didn't have room for air. The sensual burn between my legs made my thighs tremble.

But it hadn't hurt. Oh no, pain would have been too kind. Pain might've let me pretend his cock didn't fit perfectly in my pussy.

Tom crooned, "Shh, shh, shh. This is just some angry makeup sex, isn't that right? We had a fight, you yelled at me, it's all good now. All... fucking... good. Yeah... Oh, yeah."

He began to move, pulling out and slamming back in. Slowly at first, his hands holding me up by my ass, then faster, his hips picking up speed as he hammered me into the wall. Every stroke in and out was thorough and deep. Pounding like my heartbeat. Thrusting into my core. Filling a desperate ache that I did not want to feel.

"No... You asshole. Ah... S-stop, oh fuck, no..." But I moaned those words. My arms draped limply over his back. Each bouncing thrust threatened to make the straps of my dress fall off my shoulders.

He chuckled. "Miss me, baby? Feels like it. Your hot little pussy's dripping for me."

My body absolutely missed everything about this -- his strength, his relentless pace, his lips on my neck as he impaled me again and again. I'd never admit it. I hated him. Fucking him was the last thing I wanted, no matter how good it felt.

"Ahh... fuck... mmm..." I moaned. Too bad I couldn't properly communicate, well, anything. Like how he needed to put me down and get the hell away from me. Or how his bare dick was probably leaking precum and I wasn't on birth control. Actually, thinking of his cum flooding my pussy somehow made his cock feel even better. My logical brain knew that would be horrible. My pussy clenched tighter. I whimpered.

His breathing grew heavier as I bounced up and down his shaft. He leaned away slightly, smirking. "You're so wet and hot, baby doll. Making that cute little noise and that adorable face. Almost there, aren't you? You can't lie to me. Your body can't lie to me. I know you."

I bit my lip, then cried out as he thrust harder. "Mmm... no... ahh! Please..." What the fuck was I even begging for anymore? I was close. It was terrible and I should have tried to push him away, not pulled him deeper and angled my hips so that the base of his cock smacked my clit. Fuck, just like that. Oh, no.

Oh, fucking yes! "Ahh! Tom! Fuuuck!" My spine curved. Overwhelming, inescapable pleasure washed over me. I wrapped myself around him as my muscles trembled, held onto him like I had so many times before he broke my heart.

He laughed. "Yes. Yes! Fucking cum on my cock, Ellie! Cum for me, baby!"

"Noooo!" I wailed as my traitorous body completely ignored me and bent to his will, my inner walls fluttering uncontrollably all over his shaft. This was the complete opposite of what I wanted!

My ex was supposed to be driven crazy with lust, regret ever making me unhappy, and beg me to take him back. I wouldn't have. I'd forgotten how amazing his cock felt, but that wasn't important. It shouldn't have been!

He

should have been the one falling apart at my feet, but here I was, my brain getting fucked stupid.

So incredibly stupid. The languid post-orgasmic bliss drowned my mind as he continued using my body for his pleasure. Today had always been about him taking what he wanted. My enjoyment was just a nice bonus. Nice for him, embarrassing for me. I should have left him alone. My plan had backfired in the worst way.

Tom shifted his grip and pulled out, the sudden emptiness leaving me confused. He hadn't cum yet. He always came in my pussy. In the condom.

The condom he wasn't using because he was done caring what I wanted. My brain had just enough time to understand that as he lowered me to the floor and pushed me down onto my knees. My hands caught a step as he straddled my ass and thrust himself back into my pussy. I lurched forward.

"No, Tom, stop," I moaned, trying to crawl again. But I was still so weak. He yanked my hips back onto his cock, stabbing deep into me as I moaned louder.

"Shh, baby doll, I'm almost there. How about you cum again while I fill your little pussy? Can you do that for me, Ellie baby?" He chuckled as he pounded me harder and harder. Fear shot through me. I had to get away before he came. Whimpering, I scrambled at the railing, hoping to find something to help pull myself away.

My dress gave up somewhere in my flailing and his thrusting. The straps fell, my tits jiggling in my thin bra. I really looked like the slut he always called me. Shame mixed with fear. My fingers grappled at a bar. Run, escape, flee -- before he knocked me up and marked me permanently.

He leaned forward, seized my arms, and twisted them behind my back. "I said I'm almost done. Can't have you running away yet. Oh, yeah. Just imagine you walking around all day with my cum in your cunt... fuck." He groaned, ramming into me faster.

"Fuck... you," I gasped. "Don't you fucking dare. I'm not... ahh... I'm not on anything!"

His grip tightened. "Good. That's what I like to hear. Should've knocked you up in college. Kept you on your back. In your place."

I barely managed to gasp out, "Bastard!"

Another thrust. Deeper, harder. Another. He hugged me close with one arm. "Yes. Have mine," he purred.

My lungs froze. His hips bucked, his cock driving all the way to the back of my tunnel, filling me completely as his shaft swelled. I felt a twitch. No, my lips formed the word, but the sound didn't make it -- not before he groaned, slid back, and thrust in as hard as he could, the first spurt of his cum splashing all over my unprotected inner walls. My eyes glazed. The wet heat did something to me, stole the last bit of my sanity as my body surrendered. He felt good. His cock, his cum, his body surrounding me. I shuddered, my pussy squeezing as he released rope after rope of virile semen inside me. Horribly good. The worst sort of amazing. Oh, fuck, no...

"Oh, baby," he panted as he thrust a few more times. "That's a nice way to start the day. Thanks for the pretty pussy, Ellie. I really love your dress."

Chuckling, he released my arms, and his cock slipped out as I collapsed. Cum leaked into my panties. I winced. This was bad. This was very bad. My period should start next week. Should. With my luck, I was probably already pregnant. Fuck.

Tom used my dress to wipe his cock before tucking himself away. Straightening his clothes, he leaned down and gave my breast a quick squeeze before turning to leave. Then he paused.

"Oh, and Elena?" he tossed over his shoulder. "You're late. Try not to be late tomorrow."

Asshole. I gathered my clothes and rushed into the restroom, dabbing at my dress and wondering if I should splash myself with coffee. Coffee stain, yep. Definitely not cum. Absolutely did not fuck my boss. Or whatever just happened.

I was so confused. He was my horrible, cheating ex. I didn't want him at all, but... I wiped my pussy and bit back a moan.

Maybe... This could be the beginning of a very satisfying frenemy relationship. Enemies with benefits? Something like that. As soon as I figured out my birth control problems, anyway. Grimacing, I wiped away another glob of cum. Or maybe I should leave my panties a little wet. Could he fuck me twice in a day? Hmm.