CAUGHT fucking my boss in the storage room at office Christmas party [Drunk]

The storage room was a maze of shadows and the faint hum of the office air conditioner, a stark contrast to the boisterous Christmas party outside. She had stumbled in here, drunk and desperate, to hide the tears in her eyes, but found him already there, his tie loosened and eyes wild. He backed her against the cold metal shelves, his breath hot on her neck as he growled, “You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you? Crying at a party, hiding in the dark.” His hands roamed her body, rough and demanding, pushing up her skirt and pulling down her panties in one swift, brutal motion. She gasped as his fingers found her wet and ready, sliding in and out, making her moan despite herself. He spun her around, bending her over a desk, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cold surface. He unzipped his pants, freeing his thick cock, and rammed it into her with a grunt, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. She screamed, the sound muffled by the desk, as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her flesh, his grunts filling the air. The desk shook, files raining down around them, but he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just fucked her harder, deeper, his cock pounding into her like a jackhammer. She could feel his tattooed arm flexing, his muscles tensed as he used her body for his pleasure, her cunt stretching around his massive dick.

She was dizzy, her head spinning from the alcohol and the raw, animalistic fucking. He pulled out suddenly, spinning her around again, his cock glistening with her juices. He pushed her to her knees, his hand fisting her hair as he forced his cock into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering as he face-fucked her, his hips moving in a brutal rhythm. She could taste herself on him, the saltiness mixing with the metallic taste of blood from his rough handling. He grunted, his body tensing as he came, his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, choking slightly, but he didn’t care, just pulled out and zipped up his pants, leaving her there on her knees, her face flushed, her body aching, and her pussy dripping with his cum. He looked down at her, a smirk on his face, and said, “Merry Christmas, slut. Now get back to the party.” She stood up, her legs shaking, and straightened her clothes, her mind racing. She had just been fucked by her boss in the storage room, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.