[KHIP-018] After Hours Temptation: My Uncontrollable Desires for a Curvy Colleague Lead to a Forbidden Encounter

The office was dead silent, just the hum of the AC and the flicker of a single monitor. Overtime had stretched into the late hours, and it was just the two of us left—me and Sakie, my subordinate with that incredible, impossible-to-ignore figure. She was bent over the copier, her suit skirt straining against the curve of her huge ass, every movement a tantalizing tease. I couldn’t take it anymore; the urge was too strong. I moved behind her, my hands sliding over the fabric, feeling the heat and softness beneath. Before she could protest, I had her pinned against the machine, my fingers digging into her hips as I pushed her skirt up. She gasped, but didn’t resist, her body arching back into me. It was raw, desperate—the kind of moment where professionalism shatters and pure lust takes over. I fumbled with my zipper, my breath hot on her neck, and entered her right there, the copier whirring in rhythm with our frantic motions. Her ass bounced with every thrust, a perfect, round target that drove me wild. I could feel her tightening around me, hear her muffled moans against the glass, and I knew I was crossing a line from harassment into something far more depraved.

I lost all sense of time, lost in the sensation of her tight warmth and the sight of that massive butt jiggling with each slam. Her suit was a mess, rumpled and damp, but it only added to the filth of the scene. I gripped her harder, pulling her back onto me, burying myself deeper with every stroke. She started to whimper, her hands splayed against the copier, and I could tell she was close. So was I. The pressure built, a coiled spring in my gut, and I didn’t even think about pulling out. It wasn’t an option. I wanted to claim her, to mark this as more than just a quick fuck in the office. As she shuddered through her climax, I let go, erupting inside her with a guttural groan, filling her up as she collapsed against the machine. The creampie was messy, inevitable—a final, degrading act that sealed our secret. I stayed buried in her for a moment, panting, feeling the wet heat between us, before slowly pulling out and watching it drip down her thighs.

She didn’t look at me, just straightened her skirt with trembling hands, the evidence of what we’d done already seeping through the fabric. I zipped up, my mind racing with the reality of it: I’d gone and finished inside my subordinate, turned a solo work session into a dirty, unforgettable memory. Her huge butt was still there, a tempting silhouette in the dim light, and I knew this wouldn’t be the last time. The office felt different now—charged, dangerous. As she gathered her things and left without a word, I couldn’t help but smirk. Sakie Horikawa might play the proper OL, but that ass and the creampie I’d just given her told a different story. One I’d be revisiting in my head, over and over, until I got another chance to reduce more than just the mosaic between us.